There were no women — it seemed that they had a different green room. Occasionally, they heard female voices.
“They’re coming, they’re coming!” someone at the doors said.
Everyone quickly downed their shot glasses, cups and mugs, and threw them all into a dexterously placed knapsack.
As Eichmanis walked into the green room, the knapsack was being pushed under the table.
Behind Eichmanis walked in Frenkel and Boris Lukianovich.
Artiom had almost turned around in the hope that he might crawl over into a far corner and remain undetected — Shlabukovskii’s beard showed up before his eyes, and a mischievous thought to put it on passed through his mind. He would look good in a black beard without hair… but suddenly Artiom saw that Galia appeared in the doorway, deliberately calm.
“To hell w
