She had a knife, she cut open the knot on the brick, opened the packing. Gold coins fell onto the floor of the boat. Galia caught a few as they were falling, threw them into the water.
“So Eichmanis did find his buried treasure…” thought Artiom distantly.
He didn’t care about the gold.
Marie looked at Galia.
She couldn’t stop herself and kept getting up, extending her hands to the gold, shrieking something bird-like.
“Sit!” Artiom grabbed and pushed her down by the bottom of her coat. “Sit, don’t bother us! We’re sowing gold. We have the right.”
The fact that he didn’t care made Galia cry even more.
“I stole it!” she said, almost growling. “I stole it from Eichmanis because of you! You! Oh, you!”
“So it was for me…” thought Artiom, looking at Galia.
“You were the most insignifican
