Читать книгу Vendetta - Derek Lambert, Derek Lambert - Страница 13
ОглавлениеAntonov, searching for Meister in the vacuum behind the German attack, felt naked as the smoke parted around him.
He looked to his left. A factory of sorts built on a rise, long and squat, roofless and windowless, walls pocked by shells and bullets. Good cover, good vantage …
He threw himself to the ground taking Razin with him. The bullet hit the street lamp at the level where their heads had been. Glancing up, Antonov saw the bright wound in the green-painted metal.
The last thing he noticed before smoke swathed them again was a woman pushing a pram, searching, it occurred to him, for the past.
Back in the tunnel Razin’s rat was waiting for them. Its name was Boris and Razin maintained that it was shell-shocked; it had wandered into the tunnel but, unlike its fellows, had shown no inclination to swim the Volga; instead it had circled the two of them, sitting down from time to time to favour them with a pink-eyed stare. It had impudent whiskers and protruding teeth and at times Antonov felt that Razin was more concerned about its welfare than the outcome of the vendetta with Meister.
