A belated guess came, causing hysterical laughter. The chuckle turned into hoarse sobs. But there were no tears. She just slid down to the floor, huddled in the gap behind the toilet and sat there, swaying gently.

- Exactly. Your place, Mamzel, is by the bucket. Well, where was your service for 12 persons / ninety-six items? BUT? Which one were you going to meet "Comrade Saakhov", where? Oh, you didn't recognize him... What are you saying...

Tears really wanted to flow, even to the point of pain, but for some reason they got stuck somewhere along the way, and only a bitter burning breath escaped from his chest. Sasha...