“What about our own?”
“Sometimes.” Dolia smoothed his moustache. “We pull down their baggy pants and whip that spot which becomes overgrown with fat. Then they immediately come to their senses and rediscover their brotherly generosity – ready to give away everything!”
He laughed.
“Though they can sometimes feed you a bullet or two,” he said after a while, and wriggled his foot about. “If it wasn’t for him,” he nodded in Kordet’s direction, “I would have long been sipping vodka in paradise and following it down with dumplings.”
“C’mon, I didn’t do anything.” Lavrentiy lost his composure. “They wouldn’t have found you anyway...”
“I would have croaked it in the forest there,” Nychypir said and handed Kordet a full glass. “God bless you, brother, I’ll never forget what you did! God Almigh
