- You went!

- And we're not going to linger.

Makarov grabbed the girl by the shoulders and, pressing her to him, dragged her towards the exit. Olya suffocated from the smell of sweat emanating from him, but even more from horror if she didn’t succeed.

Before opening the door, Makarov pushed Olya into the hands of Tishchenko and Gutsiev.

- Hold on tight. If he runs away, I'll shoot everyone to hell! - the presence of weapons in Makarov allowed him to give orders to his friends. However, their faces did not remain gloomy for long. Clinging to Olya from both sides, they would prefer to strangle her with...