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and chatted.'
' But they were not speaking in Russian,' the girl said.
' When they finished they were joined by a man that we have seen before. He took the bag with the body parts in. He joked with them and said he was going to feed the parts to the wolves of the forest. Then he left,' Pyotr said.
' This man where have you seen him before?', Georgii's mind was beginning to race.
' In the daytime, if you are like us, you learn to always keep on the move,' the girl said.
' Since we came here we have met some strange people. They have tried to take advantage of us ...' Then Pyotr paused and looked towards Anna.
Geo rgii sat there grimly listening and the girl started to cry. He knew only too well what kind of vermin, given half the chance, would take advantage of two young homeless street children.
' Clean yourselves up and sleep in the bed through there. You can stay here for the time being. I'll talk to you in the morning.'
The kids went to bed and Georgii made a bed for himself on the sofa. Long after he extinguished the light he lay there thinking. What was he going to do with the two kids? The party stooge would report him if he knew there were two extra kids living in the hostel. Christ he'd moaned enough when Brusilov and the horse had walked past him on their way out of the building. Food was a major problem; he could hardly feed himself on the meagre Bolshevik rations, let alone two more mouths! What was he going to do? He would do what he had always done leave it to the 'Fates'. Georgii placed great store in. He would leave it to providence, to see what happened next.
Anna placed a cold hand on his forehead. Georgii woke with a start, he focused his eyes. The sight that greeted them was a sight for sore eyes. On the table there was a black loaf, there was also some ham and a whole chicken. It was still wearing all of its feathers. Pyotr was expertly pulling them out, and placing them in the washbasin. By the side of the ham there were some eggs. The ceiling started to spin and a sharp pain suddenly penetrated down to the pit of his stomach. His senses started to rally, and Georgii began to get a grip of himself.
' Where on earth did you get this stuff? He exclaimed.
' Mr Radetzky, you don't need to know where we got the food from. We just know where to find goodies like this.' Pyotr said.
The girl was giggling away gleefully. To Georgii she seemed to be gaining a lot of pleasure out of this. The two kids prepared the food and he decided not to put up any more resistance.
It was the best breakfast he 'd had in years. In fact he couldn't remember when he had last eaten so well. Before he went to work he explained, he explained to them the procedure if they went out, or more importantly unexpected visitors came in. He showed them how he set the door. The two children had already worked out that the window at the end of the hall would have to be their main point of exit and entry. With that, and a full belly, he set off for the Militsya Station.
His day was routine. He had to accompany one of Trofimov's lackeys on a tour of the cities defences. This he thought was a complete waste of time; surely the Red Army was responsible for that. But no, it had come down from the top. She was sending an experienced policeman to accompany the relatively inexperienced commissar to conduct an audit of the cities defences. Apparently a column of Whites was two hundred versts away from Moscow and panic was beginning to spread through the city. Despite Trotsky's remarks, from two evenings back, when he had assured all those present that the war might as well be won.
So off they went and it became obvious that should the Whites breakthrough the cities outer defences, they could get into the city with relative ease. On they went through the snow, by lunchtime two factors hindered their progress. One was the snow fall was rapidly turning into a blizzard and secondly was the lack of cooperation from Trotsky's Red Army. The
' But they were not speaking in Russian,' the girl said.
' When they finished they were joined by a man that we have seen before. He took the bag with the body parts in. He joked with them and said he was going to feed the parts to the wolves of the forest. Then he left,' Pyotr said.
' This man where have you seen him before?', Georgii's mind was beginning to race.
' In the daytime, if you are like us, you learn to always keep on the move,' the girl said.
' Since we came here we have met some strange people. They have tried to take advantage of us ...' Then Pyotr paused and looked towards Anna.
Geo rgii sat there grimly listening and the girl started to cry. He knew only too well what kind of vermin, given half the chance, would take advantage of two young homeless street children.
' Clean yourselves up and sleep in the bed through there. You can stay here for the time being. I'll talk to you in the morning.'
The kids went to bed and Georgii made a bed for himself on the sofa. Long after he extinguished the light he lay there thinking. What was he going to do with the two kids? The party stooge would report him if he knew there were two extra kids living in the hostel. Christ he'd moaned enough when Brusilov and the horse had walked past him on their way out of the building. Food was a major problem; he could hardly feed himself on the meagre Bolshevik rations, let alone two more mouths! What was he going to do? He would do what he had always done leave it to the 'Fates'. Georgii placed great store in. He would leave it to providence, to see what happened next.
Anna placed a cold hand on his forehead. Georgii woke with a start, he focused his eyes. The sight that greeted them was a sight for sore eyes. On the table there was a black loaf, there was also some ham and a whole chicken. It was still wearing all of its feathers. Pyotr was expertly pulling them out, and placing them in the washbasin. By the side of the ham there were some eggs. The ceiling started to spin and a sharp pain suddenly penetrated down to the pit of his stomach. His senses started to rally, and Georgii began to get a grip of himself.
' Where on earth did you get this stuff? He exclaimed.
' Mr Radetzky, you don't need to know where we got the food from. We just know where to find goodies like this.' Pyotr said.
The girl was giggling away gleefully. To Georgii she seemed to be gaining a lot of pleasure out of this. The two kids prepared the food and he decided not to put up any more resistance.
It was the best breakfast he 'd had in years. In fact he couldn't remember when he had last eaten so well. Before he went to work he explained, he explained to them the procedure if they went out, or more importantly unexpected visitors came in. He showed them how he set the door. The two children had already worked out that the window at the end of the hall would have to be their main point of exit and entry. With that, and a full belly, he set off for the Militsya Station.
His day was routine. He had to accompany one of Trofimov's lackeys on a tour of the cities defences. This he thought was a complete waste of time; surely the Red Army was responsible for that. But no, it had come down from the top. She was sending an experienced policeman to accompany the relatively inexperienced commissar to conduct an audit of the cities defences. Apparently a column of Whites was two hundred versts away from Moscow and panic was beginning to spread through the city. Despite Trotsky's remarks, from two evenings back, when he had assured all those present that the war might as well be won.
So off they went and it became obvious that should the Whites breakthrough the cities outer defences, they could get into the city with relative ease. On they went through the snow, by lunchtime two factors hindered their progress. One was the snow fall was rapidly turning into a blizzard and secondly was the lack of cooperation from Trotsky's Red Army. The
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