At these words, Nogtev slightly rocked in place, and this movement seemed to wake him up. He moved his jawed and unexpectedly walked along the first row.
The Chekist who had been reading the orders immediately fell silent.
“Discipline!” said Nogtev; his voice was full and powerful, as though it was made of meat. With such a voice, it didn’t matter what he was saying, any word had immediate weight. “We require discipline!”
The head of the camp walked to the place where Troianskii stood and stopped.
He had sought and now found the one he needed.
“Inmate Osip Troianskii,” announced Nogtev, “was sent on a free, unguarded research journey as a specialist-scientist. He needed to do some necessary research, but he had to return in time for the holiday of November 7. The day of the revolution
