The rest of the soldiers and a few Chekist coats with seal fur for some reason weren’t in any hurry to come down to shore.
The guards at the shore also didn’t really understand what was going on.
“… How’s that for nerves,” thought Artiom, looking at Galia. “Maybe we’ll really get out of it?”
Gorshkov, during that time, was looking at Artiom. He couldn’t recognize him in his new clothes.
“Why is this jackal with you?” he remembered finally. “And who gave him that coat? Or did you raise him to the level of Chekist?”
“I’m expecting you at ten,” Galia interrupted him. “We’ll see who’s going to be reporting to whom. Get ready to explain your business. We’ll find out exactly what you were looking for fifteen versts from here.”
“We’ll see who’s going to do the explaining,” Gorshkov hissed.
