Struggle. Prisoners of Darkness - стр. 24
"Secret. From the Maquis.
Your letter has reached me. I will not hide, its content interested me very much and even excited me. Therefore, I think you will understand my request to you to provide concrete evidence.
I hope to have your support."
Mountain's combination and was to provide no evidence for his version. "Let them be scared to death out there. – he thought. – Usually in such situations facts come to light that in their own right mean nothing, but in the aggregate take on a clear and tangible form."
In his reply Gabriel referred to the difficulty of obtaining "additional" confirmations, and his refusal to provide the ones he already had was motivated by the possibility of exposing his own people. Of course, all this is nonsense: there are no facts, and there are only three "his people", and they are not deep in the system at all.
At 16:48 Tikhomirov, while continuing to scrub the floor, again noticed a stranger approaching him. This time he couldn't help but look him in the eyes.
Ivan's eyes flickered to one prominent outward feature: arrogance. Such brazen and arrogant arrogance. It glowed with an incomprehensible gray self-love.
Of the other features of the facial structure, its absolutely triangular shape stood out.
Ivan decided that this time he would be killed, and as he continued his duty, he remembered Gabriel: "Many. A great many times it will seem to you that this is the end. That it's over. You're just going to be killed, and that's the end of it. Remember like your comrades. Remember how they work underground, how they live here, how they suffer here.
Remember your parents. Remember how they raised you, how they starved you for weeks so that you could live. And most of all, think of Earth. You've been to the surface many times, you've seen how beautiful it is, how good it is. When it gets hard, think about the bad, the good, but the main thing, the most important thing is that everything you do is for the best.
"Remember me?" – The triangle-faced stranger asked.
"I haven't finished the job," Tikhomirov replied, relentlessly continuing to drive the rag from side to side. "So you're going to help the Maquis?"
"No, I'm not going to." "That's a good one."
The last words thundered over Tikhomirov's heart. He had been prepared for them, he knew that something like this was possible, but at the very moment his heart pounded with such force that his eyes darkened.
As if on cue, two chums came out from around the corner and headed towards the people, and the arrogant SSchekist finally revealed himself: "You're good for not helping the Maquis. Now you will help the SCK. My name is Dmitri, by the way.