"He's moving!" Petya kicked Zubov and looked up for approval, his hair standing up like spikes.
Petchareff slapped Kolya's face and crushed the glowing end of his cigar on Petya's forehead. The apes reeled back to a tree.
Pashkov whispered to Colonel James.
"Capitalist hell and damnation, now I can't tell them apart myself," Petchareff said. "Zubov!"
"Hhng?"
"Which one's the real Pashkov?"
"Hhng?"
But Colonel James was running to the flier, throwing Nadezhda's rock at Petchareff and running.
"Grenade!" Pashkov yelled, and flung himself to the ground.