They knocked the vodka back, sniffed their sleeves, and moved on. (Rogov gathered their rubbish into a plastic bag and took it to the nearest bin).
Sasha decided where to spend the next three hours.
Now calm and relaxed, they approached the university building. Sasha told everyone to wipe off their hooligan grins and to assume the innocent faces of regulars at an institution of higher learning, either undergraduate or graduate. In this way they passed by the strict security guard with pursed lips: Rogov strode with a natural calm; Negative turned away and hid his chin in his jacket collar; and Venka strained his facial muscles so intensely that he suddenly looked much more stupid than he was.
Sasha had known philosophy Professor Alexey Konstantinovich Bezletov for a long time. Their con
