“So you must have a lot of one-legged hunters out there?” I ask, but Uncle Robert doesn’t even get offended.
“So where is he now?” asks Vasia.
“In the morgue. The funeral is the day after tomorrow.”
“The day after tomorrow?”
“Yes, in the afternoon. They’ll try to assemble the pieces of scull, you see.”
“What if they can’t?” I say.
“Don’t know, they’ll cremate him, probably. We have to find Sasha, so that he can attend. I’ve been at his lecture hall but they said to look here.”
“He’s not here,” says Vasia.
“Then where can he be?” asks Uncle Robert.
“Well, stay here,” I say, “and wait a bit.”
“I can’t. They’re expecting me at home. My sister needs help with the funeral, then I need to go to the morgue, they’ll try to put his head together, it has to look like him.”
“Are there a lo
