Gennady was now sitting with Boris and interrogating a neighbor. Well, how were you interrogated... Only Boris interrogated and Gennady sat next to him in silence and wrote down everything Boris said. Gennady was like an obedient dog. He silently watched Boris morally pressuring the man trying to get an answer from him.

In the evening of the same day Boris and Gennady were sitting in a separate tent from the others. Boris sat and drank, talking indistinctly and discontentedly. Gennady only nodded occasionally. He crossed his arms, leaning back against the wall, looking at Boris, who was sitting at the drinking table. Gennady interrupted him.

Borya, will you stop drinking so much? Tomorrow you will have a hangover again and interfere with your work.

Gennady said with a sigh, shortening Boris's name into an affectionately diminutive form. Well, he had the right to do it, far from everyone.