I sneak around a few houses before I finally choose one that has a vast yard and a shed in which clothes are hanging.
After studying my surroundings, I jump over the wall and sneak to the shed. I steal two changes of clothes and even find a pair of fur-lined winter boots.
I roll them all into the oversized coat, attach them to my back, and leave the house right as the front door opens.
A small shriek sounds, but I’m already out of there.
I’ll repay you for these one day, lady.
I rush back to where I left Lipovsky.
He’s curled beneath the tree, his face pasty white and his rifle in his hand.
This is bad. He’s at his physical limits at this point.
In no time, I remove my clothes and lay them on the snow, then put on the pants and cardigan I stole, plus the coat.
After I’m done, I la
