Chapter 2
That’s interesting! I’ve known Martyniuk for a long time, but I’ve never heard a word from him about Tomashevych. I had no idea that he had ever been involved with him, and, in the end, I was not interested in him. However, this unexpected clue tore me from my seat. That very morning I started off for the notary. I was convinced that he wouldn’t mess with me, that he’d tell me everything he knew, at least for the sake of the memory of our friendship from our school days.
Martyniuk had his office on Legioniv Street. In the morning this particular street was not as crowded as in the evening, when the Korso promenade was flooded with hundreds of citizens who went for a walk and showed themselves, when you had to look closely at everyone coming from the other direction, so as not t
