“Gorshkov, write him a document saying he’s commanded to go to the monastery and back,” Eichmanis instructed, not looking at Gorshkov. “You, Artiom, will get uniforms for everyone and produce. And a few more tools. Gorshkov will write it all down in the letter.”
“It’s too bad that in military etiquette, it’s not customary to add a jump in the air to the usual ‘Sir, yes sir!’” Artiom thought completely calmly and very seriously. “To jump in the air and scream.”
He got ready quickly, smelling all the while how Feofan had clearly prepared something delicious with mushrooms. A thick smell wafted in from the oven.
When they were leaving, the rest of the inmates came towards them, their faces tired from extended laughter — Kurez-shah and Kabir-shah had finally been chased out of the water and
