UNDERGROUND

81

The car stopped in front of a three-story red brick building, lost somewhere in the industrial zone in the east of Moscow. The light from the lanterns of the neighboring street streamed from the window failures of the upper floor. Getting out onto the snow-covered sidewalk, Boris saw a sign nailed to the extreme pediment: "Tkatskaya Street, house 18."

Between the first and second floors, under the semicircular canopy of the entrance group, there was a laconic sign - "Dining Room". Under it is an old metal door, without a porch and steps - the first floor here merged with the ground level, this could be judged by the low-lying boarded-up windows. Outside, they were covered with a fine chain-link mesh.

“It doesn't look like there's an airfield nearby,” Boris said.

- Still not used to the surprises of the authorities? - Jacob reacted gloomily.

- You get used to the bad for a long time.

The first floor was obviously inhabited and may have been used as some sort of warehouse or something.