Vsevolod, pulling off his PA T-shirt, stood with his back to me. I had seen him before, but many times with the class we went to the pool together. Then countless trips to the river with Katrina. Yes, and a strong male back, even if its owner was very fit and physically developed, of course, it made an impression on me, but not so much. Or rather, all past times and the specific present had one difference. The man's back was slashed. Not entirely, but three deep scars crossed the body, starting on the left shoulder and ending approximately where the right kidney should be. I intuitively took a step...