““Ivanov’s cold indifference was unshakable. He snapped the book shut. “Do you want to spend the rest of your life in that man’s shadow? Or would you like to cast a pall of you own?” “Where you’re asking to go—I can’t follow.” “You’re not innocent anymore,” Ivanov said. “No.” Minin shook his head. “No.” “Could Trubnikov’s man?” Minin stared at the TV. “He’s done that much.” “Andruishka, we’ve talked about this for years.” “It’s not right.” “Go see him. See for yourself.” “He was still alive…” “He’s not now.” Minin’s eyes welled for a moment. “Andruishka?” “Fine,” he breathed. “I will.””
