“Yes, I remember, I remember,” answered Artiom, intending for Afanasiev to go one.
“Maybe they also had a turn with the switches, I don’t know,” said Afanasiev. “Though I doubt it would have dropped into their heads to do what we did, to tie them with wire… It’s not like Sivtsev at all. But now they’re in solitary, paying for our little joke.”
“f**k! I’m going to kill her!” It tore out of Artiom unwillingly. He understood it all, of course. The whole thing went through Galia, she quickly figured out who was at fault in the preparation of the jolly switches and once again she protected Artiom, because you couldn’t punish Afanasiev alone for such a thing. So she had to send off the poet as well — and how convenient that the bitten inmate appeared, exactly from the same island as Artiom, fr
