Galina even stood up from behind the desk, looking at Artiom uninterruptedly, trying to burn a hole through him, kill him without waiting, immediately, as though Artiom himself was the foul conglomeration of everything that she hated and that she angrily wanted to destroy.
Artiom felt this and got more and more scared.
“… Lord, save me,” he thought feverishly. “Send me to the gangsters, to Passport, to Gils, anywhere…”
“Citizen Eichmanis assigned me,” Artiom almost yelled and immediately forgot, or didn’t have chance to hastily come up with a word, that would determine his exact assignation, “assigned me as his orderly! And I must fulfill his order!”
“What am I blabbing, my God…” everything inside him screamed. “They’re going to kill me for this!”
And they both, it seemed, were scream
