“This will make Grandpapa’s game a little more fun,” Maksim shouted watching a cannister explode, shrapnel bouncing off the windowpane. “Who goes anywhere without repellant?”
Bogdan arrived behind Dudnyk, he too called by the din. “Maks’s on the dust again.”
As the last cannister burst, Maksim pulled something sharp and glinting from his pocket and sped across the courtyard towards the police car.
A knife! He’ll puncture the tires! Dudnyk was out the door instantly, felt the bite of a dozen mosquitos before he tackled Maksim from behind.
A knife!He’ll puncture the tires!“Leave me alone!” He kicked at Dudnyk but dropped the blade. Bogdan, too, was outside now and together they dragged Maksim into the house, Ninel slamming the door.
“I must have forty bites,” complained Dudnyk, rubbing
