Artiom’s insides ached painfully, and he thought once again that it would have been much easier on land, even when they were planning on shooting you, you could always rip the rifle out of their hands, beg them, fall on your knees, beg for your life, run away into the forest, pull out the guard’s Adam’s apple… or even get shot, but not fatally, then crawl out of your grave. He had heard of such cases; or just pretend to be dead, though still alive, just bleeding through a hole in the chest… but here? In front of whom are you going to fall on your knees? Will you play dead in front of the sea? Will you show it the hole in your chest?
You’ll never crawl out of this grave.
The sudden icy rain struck them backhandedly, from the right and from the left at the same time, smacking them on the b
