“It didn’t use to be like this here,” said Grakov, looking around the space where frozen people constantly moved about in frightening silence, in a half-dark reminiscent of mist.
“He probably visited here and then described Sekirka’s daily life and miracles of correction in the newspaper,” Artiom guessed, but he didn’t say anything.
“As I can see, they’ve driven all the useless ones here,” said Grakov quietly, turning to face Artiom. From the unexpectedness of it, Artiom even recoiled. Grakov’s mouth was so frighteningly close that it seemed it might try, without recourse to its master’s will, to bite Artiom. “… there, in the kremlin, Nogtev will have to answer for all these reprisals: there were many witnesses, no matter where you hide. And you could have total anarchy here.”
“… So now
