“Of course not,” answered Grakov. “I’m working for the printing section now — newspapers, journals…”
“They took you into the New Solovki?” Artiom was almost happy for him, though he had only spoken to Grakov a few times and took absolutely no liking for this silent and not very conspicuous type. He almost added: “Make sure to drag Afanasiev out with you, since you’re both from Petersburg,” but then he remembered that they avoided each other.
“Where’s Boris Lukianovich?” asked Grakov. “I’ve come to talk to him. I’m getting an article ready about the coming competition.”
“Over there,” Artiom pointed.
Boris Lukianovich, squinting nearsightedly, was watching out for the ball, this looked cute and funny. It seemed that he couldn’t see a damn thing on the other side of the football pitch wit
