"What the hell are you doing?!!"
"About time you got up, boney," says Lena, eying my gaunt frame. "Vassily's 'boys' are coming". And sure enough, they soon appeared, the steady drone of the An-2's prop heard long before it emerged from the fog.
As it glided in I asked the General "Hey Vassily, so these are the boys who are taking us to Kamchatka! Do they know you're a 'traitor'?"
"Nope, they're in the dark, I kept them that way, with a remote post and plenty of vodka. And they report only to me. They are slovenly drunkards, good for nothing. Like many of their type that I've sent to Magadan. I thought these two might come in useful though... lucky I did, eh?"
They touched down in a mess of spray and we threw our kit into bags and climbed aboard.
We headed out over the headland and over the Sea of Okhotsk, still shrouded in mist, nice and low. "I hope the weather holds" said Dmitri. "Yes" said Vassily "It will make us hard to spot.
