A moment later, the man they had been waiting for appeared. With a guard, of course. He was a very cunning-looking officer without epaulettes, with a shaved head. His eyes were definitely very intelligent, and when he looked at the major, it seemed as if he could see right through him.
– They say you interrogated the Jackal, comrade Bolotnikov. – came closer and said the bald
man.
– He was interrogated… We ambushed him while he was being transported… He was taken
alive. I talked to him myself before I handed him over.
– Were you already a penalty officer then?
– I was.
– And how did he behave in this interrogation of yours? – The bald man smiled slightly, and it was obvious that he understood Bolotnikov's feelings, and how he could compare himself with the Jackal at this moment.