Around him towered hangars; there was almost no lighting.
Panting, Sasha hesitated in the dark until he saw what seemed like boxes, empty containers, some of which were stacked on top of each other by the wall of the nearest hangar.
Sasha rushed towards them, looking for a hiding spot where he could cover up with some boxes and pant — pant heavily and drool.
Completely exhausted by the incident and by the alcohol too, he crawled between the boxes, trying to wrangle closer to the wall, and then he nudged something soft. A body.
“Hey!” Sasha said quietly and sat down on his haunches, then fell to all fours to keep from wobbling. He spat again and narrowed his eyes, peering at the sitting person. “Who’s that? Don’t touch me, damn it.”
The person in front of him took his hands away from h
