He hunched up on the stone tiles, biting his hands from an unbarable terror. Differently-eyed God hoarsly breathed above his head.
– Old vermine, – said Tolya. Ernst was quiet. On the screen, through the sparks of static an ugly black shape of a human lay splattered on the floor. — When I think, Tolya spoke again, — that if not for him, Alan and Derek would be alive, I want to do something, that you never wanted to do.
Ernst shrugged his shoulders and moved to the table.
– And I always think, – Tolya continued, – why didn’t Derek shoot? He could have killed all…
– He couldn’t , – said Ernst.
– Why couldn’t he?
– Have you ever tried shooting at a human being?
Tolya made a wry face, but didn’t say anything.
– Well that’s what it was, – said Ernst. — Try to imagine it. It is almost as disgusting.
A sorowful howl was heard from the loudspeaker. “HELP HELP I AM AFRAID HELP..,” the auto-translater was writing.
– Poor cruel folk… – said Tolya.