Then the radio on my belt started working:
"Queen Margot speaking." The postman is here. We can't pick up the package yet; he's not leaving.
"We understand, Queen Margot. Don't show yourself. Wait," Lisa Svyatova's voice immediately responded over the radio.
"Queen Margot" was Margarita Buinova's call sign. Only eight people had radios so far: me, Liza, Konstantin Ivanovich, and five girls who led the sixes. Each of those with a radio chose a call sign and received a safety briefing personally conducted by me. The basic rules were simple: speak little, do not reveal any village names or names, and under no circumstances reveal the size of our units. All the Polygon residents used semi-professional radios without signal encryption, with a range of up to ten kilometers. Khotkovo was much
