The Arctic outpostThe ride lasted many hours, an endless crossing of what Oscar imagined to be a lake. He had fallen asleep several times, overcome by boredom and monotony. The mind was again free of thought, no doubt, no nostalgic feelings. The cableway stopped at the arrival station.
- Stop there! Who are you? Identify yourself, otherwise I'll shoot! - barked a soldier leaning out of a sentry box.
- No problem! I'm here on an excursion, my name is Oskar Zerbi.
- Tourist? - he asked incredulously, still pointing the g*n. He added, laughing - this place is not known for hiking. Get down now, you need to come, I’m taking you to the commander.
The soldier was a young giant, in the Eastern Army uniform. The fur headgear was pulled back allowing a tuft of blondish hair to escape.
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