Chapter 7
Sitting in a small room on the ground floor of the hotel where a smoking samovar was the only source of heat in the room, the conversation was directed towards the experiences of the Siberian shaman related to the purpose of the expedition. With his usual naivety, Jack asked directly.
“Aman, what should we look for? Where can we find it? How shall we know that we have found it once we do?"
Bodniev shifted uneasily in the chair he had sat on, which was otherwise too small for his body. He looked at his companions, still narrowing his slanted eyes that formed into two lines, gave a snort and began to speak in a slow voice. His English was heavy but clear and the coherent speech showed a reflection behind him.
“I am afraid that I will not be able to answer all your questions to
