Makarov followed.

Mezentsev raised his head: "This hog can only be killed with a flamethrower."

Herman crawled out of the second car. The left side of his face was suspiciously red and swollen. Upon closer examination, Mezentsev made out a long crimson scratch and several small ones around it, scattered from the temple to the chin. The eye was swollen, which made Tishchenko look like local drunks and bastards.

Makarov came close to Sergei and silently held out his hand. Mezentsev, looking him straight in the eye, held out a bunch of keys.

- She is there? - Gutsiev, thrusting his hands into the pockets of his jacket and turning...