“Look here, Goriainov,” she said a little louder than she had been speaking up to this point. “They found cards on you — a forbidden object. Where they came from, you don’t know. That’s point number one. You’ve deserved a week of solitary just for that… You started a fight with the brigade commander and the foreman — that’s another week, up to half a year. As for attacking a member of the administration — that’s the highest degree of social protection, that is, execution. That’s point number two.”
“I didn’t attack,” said Artiom, but in answer Galina raised her pencil vertically — silence, you got it?
“I could finish here, but that’s not it,” she continued. “Forcing a woman to cohabit — that’s another month of solitary.”
“Was it the monk who informed or Gills?” thought Artiom, as unpleas
