“I lunged for the sound, crushing bushes and ducking under prickly spruce branches. Fedya was puffing behind me, hopelessly lagging. Damn it! The gun is not with me again. I wanted to go back and take his service pistol from him, but I changed my mind—every second is precious. That’s it! Starting tomorrow, I’ll take care of it for him for sure. I’ll have him run laps at the school stadium…”