“So,” he enunciated, seeing us.
I bowed respectfully. It was obvious from the expression on his face that he had forgotten my name.
“Please,” he said, handing me keys. “You are standing watch, if I am not mistaken…. By the way”—he hesitated—“Did I talk to you yesterday?”
“Yes,” I said. “You came by the Electronics section.”—He nodded. “Yes, yes, indeed… we were talking about trainees…”
“No,” I contradicted respectfully. “Not quite. It was about your letter to Centracademprov. About the peripheral equipment.”
“Oh, so that’s it,” he said. “Well, all right…. I wish you a quiet watch…. Victor Pavlovich, may I have your attention a minute?”
He took Victor under the arm and led him off down the hall. I went into the reception room. There the second Janus Poluektovich was locking up the saf
