On the streets of Red Square, Serpent Tribe Chief Babas walked shoulder to shoulder with Treant Tribe Chief Sakar and Chimera Tribe Chief Yaga. They left Saint Basil's Cathedral without any obstacles; no one stopped them nor chased after them, just as Marvin had said—as long as they didn't harm humans, they could leave at any time.
"Babas, what are you thinking about?" Sakar asked with a hoarse voice as his vine-thick arms wriggled. He turned towards Babas, who wore a stoic face and was constantly observing the human city of Moscow.
"...I'm wondering when the Serpent Tribe could establish a civilization like this," Babas said seriously, his forked tongue hissing out.
"Civilization..." Sakar began to ponder, "I don't quite understand the meaning of civilization. For us Treant Tribe, having a piece of land to dwell on is enough. We let things take their natural course and never thought about establishing any civilization."
