Struggle. Retribution in the Twilight

– So upset, then… Is that all you came here for? – The chief asked.

– Anyway, yeah… Maybe the tongue was thinking of taking it and questioning it… Well, it didn't quite work out....

– Yeah, not really… I'd beat you up, you know, for nothing… The fact that you don't know shit is written all over your forehead. Not to mention the fact that you can be trusted with penalties… But someone wants to talk to you now, and this someone doesn't like to be tortured for no reason… When he gives the command, then we'll do it. Until then, no. – The chief waved his index finger negatively from side to side a couple of times and finished his tirade, probably because he heard the sound of footsteps from afar, which Bolotnikov now heard as well.

A moment later, the man they had been waiting for appeared. With a guard, of course. He was a very cunning-looking officer without epaulettes, with a shaved head. His eyes were definitely very intelligent, and when he looked at the major, it seemed as if he could see right through him.

– They say you interrogated the Jackal, comrade Bolotnikov. – came closer and said the bald

man.

– He was interrogated… We ambushed him while he was being transported… He was taken

alive. I talked to him myself before I handed him over.

– Were you already a penalty officer then?

– I was.

– And how did he behave in this interrogation of yours? – The bald man smiled slightly, and it was obvious that he understood Bolotnikov's feelings, and how he could compare himself with the Jackal at this moment.