Torturing himself for a few minutes, Artiom untied the heavy package.
There were many things inside.
A Chekist coat lined with seal fur — Artiom immediately climbed into it with an animal’s care for his own hide. A Chekists leather hat with ear flaps also came in handy. Gloves! Winter gloves. Very appropriate.
Cotton-wool pants…Well, that’s good too. Swearing, Artiom took off his boots and pulled the cotton-wool pants with difficulty on top of his own pants.
He became impressive and large; otherwise, compared with Galia, he had looked like a completely puny, louse-ridden kid.
Unexpectedly, he calmed down.
The headwind was airing out his head.
“Something’s rattling up front,” said Galia. “Go and check it out.”
He crawled closer to the nose to see what was in the pile of things, all
