“Carmen won’t last two days.” Mason spat out a piece of ice and looked sadly at the unfortunate animal, then, raising the dog’s paw to his mouth, he again began to bite the ice, which had frozen in large lumps between its fingers. “How many times have I met dogs with fancy nicknames, they were all no good,” he said, having finished his business, and pushed the dog away. “They weaken and eventually die. Have you seen anything bad happen to a dog whose name is simply Kasyar, Sivash or Husky? Never! Look at Shukum: he...One! The emaciated dog flew up, almost slamming his fangs into Mason’s throat...”