CHAPTER THIRTEENSasha didn’t sleep all night, but he felt as energised as if his chest had been rubbed with snow. He often smiled the way people do when they’re preparing a nice surprise for a close friend or loved one. Any minute now, a party popper would pop, sprinkling everyone with coloured strips of paper, and a small mechanical rabbit with floppy ears would jump out, yapping gleefully and rolling his terrifying electric eyes.
Sasha and Oleg did a couple of laps around the city, planning everything down to the last detail. Oleg sneered with delight and repeated often, sometimes completely out of the blue, “A bastard is bad and I’m badder than three bastards.”
Afterward, they went over the whole plan and again toured the city. They feared no one. Several times they came upon a police
