"You did a splendid job, Miss Bouras," Vassili said, pretending to look at the sky. "I just wonder who is going to deliver your baby. Will you let me?"
Anna found the question intrusive. "Well, Doctor, when I get pregnant I'll let you know."
"That's fair enough, Miss Bouras. Now, are you ready for that drink?"
"After all this, yes," said Anna, rather reluctantly.
Two more blocks to the Constitution Square and the hotel, Anna saw a thin young man lying in front of an arched doorway. As she went close to him, the doctor for some reason avoided looking at the man.
"Can you help me?" the man pleaded, pointing to his left ribcage, where he was bleeding.
"Yes, I will," replied Anna.
"No, don't," came the doctor's strong voice. "Let him die like the dog that he is! He is a traitor."
"Don't listen to that German-loving fascist," said the young man, in the midst of his pain.
Anna reached out to him. "Come, I'll take you to the hospital."
"I can't walk that far, Miss."
"Please try."
"I have not eaten in a week."
"Come, I'll get you some food."
She didn't even say good night to the doctor.