The APCs were crowded with soldiers. Blinking, Andrei thought he recognized Vladov among them. The colonel was standing near one of the vehicles, talking to someone. It seemed to be a woman.
“Oh my God, am I really saved?” Andrey thought with relief.
Everything inside him collapsed when he felt something hard and cold press into the back of his head. The first thing that came to mind was that the enemy had finally caught up with him. Thoughts raced through his head like electric shocks, wondering what to do now and how to save himself, but they all overlapped, drowning each other out, preventing him from choosing one.
"Quiet, boy!" an unfamiliar voice commanded sharply, making Andrey want to laugh—his pursuer would hardly have said those words. "Now you've run yourself ragged. Very slow
