Volume 1, No. 1

Banquet / Tyrras ... 33 

was talking to the Japanese man lying on the tabletop­stretcher. "See, and then they vill think the finger is completely inside my nose," he said in English. Harioto was groaning and answering him also in English, "Ahh! I beg you, be kind, Don't say funny. I, I, ahh!"
"Dobry vecher." Good evening, said the officer in Russian. "Lieutenant of the People's Militia, Perogov," he saluted the two men. He looked first at Harioto and then at Bondarenko. When Bondarenko put his hand down and looked up, Perogov saw that his eye was swollen and his lower lip was split and puffy. He crouched down to look at Harioto more closely. "Help is on the way. I'll be right back."
Perogov turned and walked briskly to the car, and Vera walked right behind. He called for the ambulance. "Lieutenant Perogov here. Right, so I am confirming that a Japanese businessman has been seriously injured.