Once, a pack of wolves surrounded a sheepdog at the edge of the forest, intending to eat him. The dog begged the wolves to spare him, promising that if they didn't eat him, he would help them track prey, tell them about the shepherds, how they hunt wolves, where the traps are, the red flags, and other matters.

The wolves considered this and decided to keep the dog in their pack. For two years, the dog helped them - teaching them what he knew about the shepherds, how to outsmart the young sheepdogs, the places where the sheep go to drink, where the best pastures were, and many other useful things. They hunted together, and the dog always tried to show from within that he was a better "wolf-hunter" than the wolves themselves, as he could always see the difference from the outside.

But then a particularly harsh winter set in; the wolves had no luck hunting, they were starving, and infighting began. They looked for both rational and irrational reasons to explain their unsuccessful hunts, which eventually led them to become extremely savage. After their internal squabbles, the wolves concluded they had found the reason for their failures: the dog, because, after all, he was different.

What to do?

They decided to eat the dog after all...

And they ate him.

They buried his bones and began to wonder - what should they write on the tombstone?

From friends? What kind of friends are they if they ate him?

From enemies? But they had been hunting together in the same pack for two years and had shared their spoils.

The wolves thought it over and wrote - "From colleagues!"