“In front of the headquarters, soldiers of Ostapchuk’s company, who had been driven here by Arshinov, were crowded. - Wait for Nestor Ivanovich. Let him decide what to do with you. There was an order to hold Tarasovka at all costs. “You knew that,” said Arshinov, looking into the company commander’s face. He exhaled thick, as if dirty smoke, threw the rolled-up cigarette at his feet, crushed it slowly and with hostility...”