“And is there light pollution?”
“Yes. The prison searchlights are on.” Ninel pulled her eye from the lens, scooted around in the observation chair to face them. “The escaped inmate is still at large.”
“I’d feel sorry for him if he ends up with our motley lot,” mused Ezeriņa.
“Trillions of mosquitos between him and us and anything,” said Dudnyk, helping Ninel down from the chair.”
“It’s like we’re under siege,” said Ninel with a shudder. “Like Leningrad. Eight hundred-seventy days my great-grandmother endured there.”
“I had ancestors on either side of that siege,” said Ezeriņa distantly. “Both the Nazis and Soviets conscripted Latvians to fight their wars. What’s a small nation to do under such oppression?”
Ninel frowned. “I see you’re duplicitous by heritage, Ms. Ezeriņa.”
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