David looked at the package left for him by Gustav Meiden a bit like a dog looks at a hedgehog. Curiosity warred with anxiety in him. Yes, he was curious about what Meiden had left him, but it was probably better not to check it out.
"Well, I don't know..." he said without taking his eyes off the package, which at this point was as dangerous to him as a bomb. "I probably shouldn't accept it, so I shouldn't open it either..."
"David, son, remember what I said about not offending Mr. Meiden? If he saw fit to give you a gift, you should thank him beautifully and accept."
"But..."
"This is an apology gift. When your father quarrels with a colleague, he goes to him with vodka. When my neighbor apologized to me for the damage, she brought strawberries. It's not a big deal. What matters is the intention. I think I did something wrong, so I want to compensate you somehow. If you refuse to accept such a gesture, you let that person know that you haven't forgiven him."
