Troshnoya, Alatau of Kuznetsk, May 4, 2011
Shortly after midnight, Rempert and Darya arrived in sight of a small village, nestled in the hollow of a green valley. Crouching at the top of a hill, hidden under a canopy of trees, they watched the sleeping houses; wooden log dwellings with balconies, which were widespread in the 16th century. Some weren’t in good condition and part of the village, destroyed for many years, revealed ruins where the fir trees slowly regained power. No one was walking around outside at such an hour, which wasn’t surprising. However, Kolevski didn’t want to linger here, unless necessary, and she turned to her companion to find out if other memories were coming back to him. She didn’t have to ask any questions. The vampire, kneeling on the ground, was holding his
