"Who was in that tent?" I asked, relieved that the caning was finally over.
"I have no idea. If you're thinking about me, you're completely wrong. I took my place in the third tent from the very beginning. I don't think even Zoya herself could answer that question. She simply knew her friends were in that tent, and she tried to save them at the cost of her own life."
"Who else will be spending the night in our tent?" I asked, already unpacking my sleeping bag and noticing the other two, still folded.
"By the time you got here, there was apparently no one left. I told you the girls were afraid of you. My friends apparently decided to crowd into the other four tents. So it'll be just you and me here. I'm going to sleep. And if you bother me, I'll shoot you."
"Lisa, I'm incredibly tired.
