Boris was now pacing. Kamila emerging from the nearside of the pool.
His pulse was racing. This was not how he envisioned death...
“Don’t panic, Ilya. I’ve dealt with large carnivores before. I once almost fed an FSB man to a polar bear—”
“Quiet. Retreat slowly to the exit.” They stood. Edged backwards, almost stumbling over each other. As they passed Bogdan’s hand, he kicked it away. Boris pounced on the limb playfully. Kamilla kept her attention strictly on them.
They reached the enclosure wall, found the door. Eyes never leaving Kamilla, Dudnyk pulled the release, felt his arm tugged violently as Ezeriņa rushed out. He followed, stepping into the keeper’s corridor and slamming home the door just as the tiger charged, heard her body impact against the panel as he set the triple bolts
