The two of them simultaneously turned their gaze to the portrait of the Tsar on the wall, with a layer of wax oil accumulating beneath the frame, resembling a stream of congealed blood.
"The old guys from the interrogation committee…" Shubinsky sat back in his seat, poking at a sugar cube with a teaspoon. "Should at least allow philosophy students the right to dream a little."
Yet, in an instant, Shubinsky seemed to realize his tone was too soft, and then he emphasized, "However, the principle of the interrogation committee…"
"Is like the hydrological measurement data of the Thames River," Arthur suddenly interrupted in German. "An automatic adjustment of three correction factors is added during the spring flood period."
The tip of Shubinsky's teaspoon picked up a sugar cube and drew a cross in the air. "Three years ago, the archives of the Kyiv Governor's Mansion caught fire, burning a batch of... templates for archiving special recommendation letters."
