I felt tension increase in my neck and shoulders,

bona fide knots,

pain.

I felt panic.

I didn’t have to read or absorb half of the dossier

to realize the implications.

“Боже!” involuntarily I exclaimed and took another drink.

“Indeed,” said the man, smiling thinly.

“Why are you letting me read this?” I tried to keep my breathing steady.

“Why does not matter, your opinion please.”

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

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