When an almost dead ayv was dragged into our home, it already had a slave collar on. I wanted to save it from beatings and humiliation, so I demanded that they give it to me. It remembered nothing about itself—no name, nothing—but it had pride and an enormous sense of dignity. It had no intention of obeying, and I understood that dealing with it would be difficult. Still, I couldn’t stay aside. Only then I couldn’t have known what a nightmare my act would become when the slave remembers who he really is. After all, this ayv never knew how to forgive. And he will definitely come up with a fitting punishment for those who dared to give it orders.