Artiom thought about it, then he reached for a piece of pie that lay on a platter next to Gorshkov.
It turned out to be filled with cabbage — it was light and sweet, and it seems that Artiom even got goose bumps of pleasure.
After that, he grabbed a piece of the herring and threw it in his mouth… O-o-oh. He chewed with eyes full of ecstasy.
Gorshkov swallowed his saliva and sighed heavily: “Haven’t you stuffed yourself enough?” his look said.
“As if you didn’t have enough,” thought Artiom.
“They also write that we torture inmates here,” continued Eichmanis, as though not noticing what was going on at the table, even though, in actual fact, he saw everything. “For some reason, they don’t write at all that it’s the inmates torturing other inmates. The foremen, work group leaders, superi
