CHAPTER SEVENNegative left the next day, early in the morning.
“Come on, Nega!” Sasha said.
They were standing near the bunker.
Negative nodded quietly and walked off. Sasha looked at the tarmac.
“Where is he going?” asked one of the Founders with interest.
“He’ll be back,” Sasha said without meeting his eyes.
The duty officer came out of the bunker, called Sasha over, handed him a mobile.
“Here you go. Yana told me to give it to you. So you can stay in touch. They’ve asked that you don’t leave Moscow yet.”
Sasha shrugged.
“All right,” he said.
* * *
For the next two days, he stayed in the bunker, lying around for long stretches of time in an open space that served as a bedroom, staring at the ceiling.
The Founders lay around side by side on the floor. A huge portrait of Kosten
