"They're bandits!" I couldn't resist telling him about the incident on the bridge and in the village of Lychevo.
They listened to me without interrupting. Then the "sniper" took the "gray-haired" one aside, and the two of them whispered something for a long time. When they returned, the "gray-haired" one said:
"They're looking for you, boy. You killed not just some unknown r****t, but the youngest son of the self-proclaimed 'supreme commander' of Krasnoarmeysk. And now he won't rest until he's done with you. If I know anything about this life, our boss, after the failed negotiations with the 'Zubachevites,' will now seek an alliance with the 'Red Army.' And it's hard to find a better gift for them to demonstrate their loyalty than your head. I feel sorry for you, boy..."
At these words,
