Oleg grabbed Bezletov’s thin white fingers with his thick red ones, slapped the handcuffs onto his wrist; the cuffs’jagged edge flashed opened and snapped shut.
“Come here.” Oleg jerked him, easily guiding Bezletov to the wall between the windows, and then fastened the other cuff to the radiator. “A bastard is bad and I’m badder than three bastards…get it?” He breathed into Bezletov’s face so hard that he recoiled reflexively.
“Aren’t you ashamed, Sasha?” Bezletov asked. “Maybe you’re going to shoot me, too?”
“Professor Bezletov, judging by your tone, you don’t believe that I will. No need to kid each other…”
“Okay, you guys chat, I’ll go and check the posts,” Oleg said with a sad face. Venka grinned and went after him.
“Sasha, listen to me. What’s the point in this? I’ve already aske
