Korshunovka, Omsk Oblast, May 4, 2011
The sedan was progressing at a moderate speed on the small forest road dotted with potholes. Roland hadn’t ceased grumbling since they had left civilization and spared his companion no derogatory commentary on his conduct. Ecclesio took it with a smile, amused by this almost juvenile behaviour, knowing that his ally was hiding his game well. After their escape from Bernyazhka, he had continued to monitor the exterior mirrors, aware that they could be followed. Now that they were traveling in the forest, his vigilance was relaxed: if a vehicle tried to follow them, it would be easily visible on this long, isolated, barely winding road, where they met mostly peasants.
In the early evening, they took a small, well-maintained path that they followed for
