Gao Yang recently stole from someone, and now karma has caught up with him. He's been robbed, and it's hard to say if what he stole was valuable or what he lost was more valuable.
No one was in the mood to talk. Rebrov's father had just died, and his face already looked grim. To put it bluntly, he looked as if his own mother had died.
Thirty-six cannons, a proper artillery battalion, and a large-caliber heavy artillery battalion at that. But now, the cannons are gone, and Rebrov can't be the battalion commander anymore.
Gao Yang was just angry, but Kanchelskis was beyond angry because Gao Yang, at most, lost money and time, but for Kanchelskis, it was a matter of life.
No one was in the mood to talk, and the atmosphere was indescribably heavy. Finally, after a torturous half an hour, the driver sent by Kanchelskis returned, bringing six others along. Five of them carried rifles, while one in pajamas walked at the front.
