The prisoner suddenly started talking. He spoke rapidly, striking his chest with his palm, his face expressing horror and despair, and that conflicted strangely with the harsh and even sarcastic intonations of his voice. Vadim came down to the lounge and stood behind the prisoner, eavesdropping. The prisoner fell silent and covered his face with his hands.
“Take a look, Vadim,” Anton said, handing over the sheet of paper.
“Oh!” Vadim said. “A letter! A real delight! It cuts the work in half!”
He took the prisoner by the arm and led him into the control center, looking at the paper as he went. The prisoner followed submissively. Saul was studying the drawing.
“I’m not a specialist,” he said, “but I think it’s an exact representation of the inside of that tank. Remember, in the hollow?”
