Knife

(PS - these events take place between episodes 6 and 7, or more precisely, the time when Kurasan had not yet been expelled, plus the plot is a bit incomplete due to word limits)

Knaif sat quietly at the table with Bryalok, Butylych, Soka, and Chargery. The boys were discussing unimportant matters, simply chatting about what was happening lately with them, with Kratkiy, and basically with everyone and everything. Knaif, as usual, was silent. But he was listening. Listening attentively and cautiously, because at the same time, he was lost in his own thoughts, lost in thought. Especially about his friends... Well, former friends, you could say, namely Lampchk, Picture, Klevi, and... Well, his thoughts turned once again after a long time to Kurasan—the one who used to be his best friend, the one who was always there for him—in heat, in cold, in depression, in joy, even though Kurasan wasn't exactly the most supportive person.
Knaif shuddered as he recalled how everything had once been in its place—more pleasant, more comfortable, even more familiar. He began to think even more deeply about his former self—that outgoing, loud and boisterous, brash, familiar Knaif. The Knaif who always loved to be cheeky. The Knaif who couldn't live a day without his quirky, yet funny, jokes. The Knaif he seemed never to return to.
Object brushed these thoughts aside as if they were a pesky fly, shook his head, rose from his seat, and walked away. As he walked, he continued to wonder what would have happened if they hadn't quarreled back then.
Let's move on to Kurasan. The small and brazen boy, as usual, was restless. He was talking excitedly and enthusiastically to his friends—Sterka, Zamazych, Pshik, Chashechka, and Nansens—gesticulating to describe his emotions in detail. Somehow, the conversation suddenly reached a sudden question from Sterka.

"Listen, Kurasan, don't you want to apologize to Knife?"