Ivan Rebrov, as young as he was, also couldn’t live and work in the frozen woods without vodka. Even in the boarding-school he frequently got drunk not only with his gang, but also with their “educators”. Those were local village guys that couldn’t get any other job before army enlistment. Sometimes they even drank together, or loaned money for a bottle when their pupils were out of money they usually got for cranberries or mushrooms sold to a girl at mobile shop.
In February once, late in the dark, Rebrov and the driver returned with a load of lumber from remote allotment; a severe frost in the woods, in their stomachs nothing but hunger, and both in great need of a drink. Their truck struggled forward over the narrow bumpy log-path in the snows, its headlights pushing aside crowded at the road black timber. Suddenly, behind the turn down the hill, where they worked all last week, two rubies of tail lights flared up under truck’s headlights. It was plain whose jeep stood there in this midst of dense forest: Stepan, the boss, arrived to inspect with master’s eye the stacks of his ready to howl timber.
“Stop here!” suddenly and unexpectedly for himself Rebrov said to the driver. The heavy truck groaned and stopped. In the dark Rebrov went by tractor trail to the timber stacks, and the anger as a cat with its claws tore on him. He was going just to get some money his boss owed them, because he badly needed a drink, and he was bored to death with potatoes’ meals of their team cook. But when he saw Stepan with a flashlight between the stacks he pulled out his knife. Rebrov thought that he would simply show this knife to Stepan, and the boss would understand: his hard workers are desperate, just on the edge without money. But boss, Stepan, had heard the roar of the truck, and now stood there looking cautiously at someone coming to him in the dark. In the forest a man senses a danger clearly, and Stepan sensed it immediately. When Rebrov was closer and he could make out in the dark his stony face, Stepan picked up two-yard long piece of timber and got ready. Closer, when they saw the eyes of each other, both men understood it was too late to talk. Stepan began to raise his timber, but Rebrov suddenly threw his fur-hat up and forward. Stepan glanced upwards, uncovering his bare neck under thick collar of sheepskin jacket, and immediately the knife entered his bare flesh under Adam’s apple.