"Don't move!"
The friar tightly pressed down the female bird's wings, pinning her to the ground, unable to move.
"Now it's up to us."
Marvin instructed the old professor, who had taken the form of a female bird: "Once you hear the male bird's wails of agony, mimic the cries of lovers in despair and summon us. Do you understand?"
The old professor nodded.
In the adjacent cell, the male bird, whose figure was more robust and significantly taller, didn't appear as frail as the female bird. His eyes glimmered fiercely as he fixated on the friars restraining him.
"So she's pregnant, huh? Haha..."
A voice echoed from outside the door, followed by Marvin entering the room with Levin. Marvin glanced at the male bird with an ambiguous smile and began his routine questioning: "If you tell me your purpose for infiltrating Moscow now, I'll let you both go back."
The male and female birds shot him the same contemptuous gaze, their resolve unbroken.
