Everything, as always - first we react, then we think. Not the worst option - there is no time for fucking reflection. She will come, where without her, but - then.

In the meantime - Veronica, white-white, and her eyes are dark-dark for some reason. Then Lyokha runs up, from the guys of Mikhail Grigorievich, what is he doing here? And he says that some very young man shot, and frostbitten along the way, in response he received a shot in the thigh, now he is lying there and howling.

Vic reaches the bench, practically falls on it, takes Veronica by the hand and asks to call Mikhail Grigorievich. He...