It seemed this was another test, and I'd failed it. Liza seemed upset by my answer. The leader of the group of girls sighed heavily, turned away from me, and began to examine the checkpoint through the rifle's scope, which Nastya was just approaching. I, too, watched the proceedings through binoculars.
"Don't worry, Victor, Christie will succeed. But if she doesn't, I'll play a game of Fool with those soldiers. If you want this card so badly, I'll just win it!"
"Are you crazy?" I was horrified, putting the binoculars away and staring at Lisa.
But the girl, her eyes glued to the optics, stared at the checkpoint. She merely chuckled, saying with an incomprehensible bitterness in her voice:
"You keep calling me crazy; I've counted four times already. But that's the way of the world: some
