"Seems to be a spy, too."
"What's the difference to us?"
Klimkov quickly jumped into a cab, and shouted to the driver:
"Hurry!"
"Where to?"
Yevsey answered quietly and not at once:
"Straight ahead."
The insulting thoughts dully knocked in his head.
"They bury him like a dog—no one wants him—and me, too—"
The streets came to meet him. The houses rocked and swayed, the windows gleamed. People walked noisily, and everything was alien.