“What about the one who was on the shore? Will he inform on you?” asked Artiom.
“Kolesnikov? The soldier? I don’t even know… But no one’s going to catch us anyway, Tiom.”
“Really?” he didn’t believe her. He still didn’t believe in it.
“The other boat’s broken. You can’t catch us on a sailboat. ‘Gleb Bokii’ is in Kemi and will only arrive in three days. There is a plane, but I sent a fake order to the technician to rebuild the engine in time for the commission’s arrival, and I went myself to check up on him. The entire motor is in pieces on the tarpaulin.” Galia unexpected laughed, not very prettily, with one corner of her mouth. “I asked the technician how long it would take to put it back together and he got scared and said: two days if I start right now. I said, ‘No hurry!’”
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