Chapter 35: The Shack Street

"Vasya! Where are you?" Pierre rushed through the streets, anxiously shouting, "Vasya!"

The narrow street was flanked by low and simple shanties, many of which didn't even have doors, just a piece of torn cloth to block the prying eyes of the passersby.

The road was narrow and crowded, and Pierre's shouts were drowned out by the cries of the street vendors.

"Do you want to buy some tobacco, officer?" A dirty kid followed close behind Pierre, "Want to buy? I've got good stuff. Pipe tobacco? Chewing tobacco?"

"Not buying!" Pierre replied, annoyed.

The kid was persistent and kept nagging him, "What about booze, officer? Ale? Beer? I also have wine, just tell me what you want to drink..."

Pierre ignored the kid, striding determinedly through the streets, shouting, and roughly pushing aside the slow-moving pedestrians.