“Look at the little ducklings all in a row?” The radio crackled with the cheerful voice of one of the patrolmen in the approaching jeep, amazed to see three OMON vehicles lined up so early.
“We’re afraid to be alone,” Oleg replied enthusiastically and then he said: “Hang there a second, will you? Patrol, wait!”
The police jeep stopped.
“What’s with that f****d-up flag?” the patrolman asked, jumping out of the jeep, pointing towards the Founders’ flag.
“What’s with your f****d-up face?” Oleg said. With the butt of his gun Oleg hit the driver’s head, which made a sound like a watermelon cracking in half.
Sasha and Venka ordered the rest of them out of the car at gunpoint.
The other Founders burst out of the bus, laid everyone out on the pavement, someone suggested flipping the police c
