"Colonel Beaton... what will happen to him?"
Bennett looked at him. "He will be tried. He will be convicted. He will go to prison. But he will also live. Because he was used too."
The door closed. Shahar sat there, looking at the lamp, tears flowing for a long time.
"I just want to live!!"
In a London apartment by the Thames River.
Andrei Petrovich had been staying in this apartment for three days.
Arranged by the London Police Headquarters, it was a two-bedroom apartment with a kitchen, bathroom, and television. The fridge was packed with food: milk, bread, cheese, ham, fruit, enough to last him a week. But he couldn't eat anything.
He sat by the window, staring blankly at the boats on the Thames River.
Three days ago, when the police took him from school, he thought it was a misunderstanding.
They asked if he knew Grisha Voronov, if he knew Sergei Ivanov, if he knew "the Principal."
