Struggle: The Path to Power - стр. 6
"You're right," Misha simply brushed it off now, not wanting to spin such a pointless conversation with only one ending in prospect.
– Come on, that's not why I'm here. I have good news for you. Don't ask me why it's so late, I won't tell you… A month ago they sent Sanya and you a letter. You've been going crazy about this story. I hope you'll feel better. The letter contained an order to mine the
Dnepropetrovsk-Donetsk road near the Volchya River. Thanks to Sana, they managed to do it in time. Five buras were ambushed. That's more than two hundred chums.
It really made me feel better: "Two hundred plagues. Well done, Sanya."
– On top of that, the river flooded the tunnel. It is not known when they fixed it and whether they fixed it at all, but they got it in the nuts, that's for sure.
Both postants smiled sarcastically.
"All right, Mish. We're on the right road to victory. – Bolotnikov deduced and made his favorite greeting sign – tapping his heels, soundly and decorously. – Bless you, my friend."
This rebel was quite encouraging to the man who had become miffed with himself, and he decided to walk through the camp.
When he went outside, Misha found the place full of people. Why did everyone come out like it was a holiday?
After walking past a few cabins and saying hello to a dozen wonderful and not so wonderful people, he came across someone he never would have wanted to see and wouldn't have approached, but that person wanted something, so she approached herself.
Captain Raniere. He's a real loudmouth. Every time something came up in conversation, he'd start an empty argument. Just about nothing. I don't know why, but on some genetic level he was trying to prove that his point of view was right and everything else was worthless. Not only that, but if there was no business to be done anywhere and no one called him, he would come in with completely useless questions and almost demand answers, especially from the lower ranks.
Having experienced this more than once, Misha prepared to open his mouth and send him away.
"Have you seen Kostya?" – Ranierov asked.
A rather odd question, and the answer was a negative nod of the head with a continued forward motion.
– You've heard of Wolfsbane, right?
Maybe we should give him a chance. At least this time he'll say something nice.
"I heard," Misha replied haltingly.
– They're all right, aren't they?
– Uh-huh. Probably just a little bit more and that's it…
– That's it?
– And we will win. – The voice came a little timidly, but from the heart.