“They let me go,” Yana said in an odd tone — a tone that suddenly made clear that it wasn’t a good idea to ask about any of it — and Sasha held back the questionsabout who caught her and how. She even started smoking nervously.
Sasha paused, surprised, not knowing what to say, but Yana, dragging deeply and quickly exhaling the smoke, turned the conversation to another topic.
“Do you need something from the bunker?” she soon asked.
“No,” said Sasha confidently, following his gut.
They got up and went to the waterfront, which was nearby. Sasha bought booze in cans, they drank it, and little by little came back around to good cheer.
Sasha ridiculed the cars, the people walking along, the children, the cyclists, the dogs — there was something funny about everything around.
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