…The next day Pogodin returned to Moscow. In his mailbox he found a summons calling him to the district prosecutor’s office. And he was supposed to appear today—by fourteen o’clock.
At first Alexander was extremely surprised, but after thinking it over, he arrived at a certain logical conclusion. Of course—his careless talks about a “combat” organization could not help but reach the security authorities…
He went up into his apartment and looked at the clock once again. The hands showed half past one. He took off the denim jacket he had worn after coming from the Nikodim dacha, put on a checked shirt with short sleeves, took his passport from the desk, and, having set the apartment’s alarm again, went to the address listed in the summons. On the way he decided for himself: “They won’t scare me into it. Not them— I’m going to find out something from them”…