He went down the dark, narrow corridor to open the door. When the night patrol went through the corridor, the butts of the Founders’ guns would put them down.
Sasha stood to the left of the exit, saw Venka’s silhouette opposite him. Although he could barely see Oleg, he guessed that he was looking through the peephole.
“Are you asleep in there, you heifers?” someone shouted from behind the door.
Oleg slid the bolt to unlock the door, turned around, and walked away slowly. The door flew open behind him, and the weak light from the streetlamp fell into the hallway.
“Your car alarm is blasting, and you’re all asleep, huh?” someone asked gaily as he entered.
Sasha smelled the wind and the snow. He took his machine gun off” his shoulder and held it in his hand, the gun’s butt at the ready.
