Chapter 11
Professor Dmytro Tischenko had been sickened by everything Koval, Galyna, and Feder told the local authorities the day before about the students’ activities on the night Wasyl died. He didn’t believe any of it.
But he decided it was best to keep such thoughts to himself.
After all, he was here for only one reason: to advance his career. As such, he was on constant lookout for something unique, something special that would gain him notice. He’d grown up as the fourth of six children, which put him in the middle. He wasn’t the oldest or the first to do anything. By the time the fourth child did whatever, it was old hat. And he wasn’t the “baby” who was cooed at and gushed over.
He had grown up just outside of Lviv, often said to be Ukraine’s most interesting city, not especial
