Every gull that flew past him tried to scream as loudly as possible in his ear. From the early morning, they were always hungry and angry. Those creatures had completely lost their ability to hunt in the recent past and ate exclusively in garbage dumps or next to the kitchen. They even stole quietly or blatantly in the open. A real case of natural Cossacks, like they were even before Catherine.
Black and Bear circled Artiom but left him alone. He smelled of the sun, of idiocy, but not of food.
“Oh, I know that person…” Artiom thought.
He noticed Violar, the former Mexican consul, Vasilii Petrovich had talked about him. Violar had gone to visit his wife’s family in Tbilisi, and from there, together with his beloved, he landed in Solovki.
Violar was also not hurrying anywhere, but waitin
