Although no one mentioned it, everyone knew perfectly well—abandoning the Lake Baikal Region was just a matter of time.
The fisherman put down the binoculars and climbed down from the lookout tower.
Mr Sergei sat on the ground, his face ashen, leaning against the cement pillar at the tower's base, surrounded by piles of cigarette butts.
The fisherman glanced at his superior and sighed.
Mr Sergei's luck was much worse than his own...
He had a son and a daughter.
Mr Sergei's son is twenty-four years old this year. After graduating from college, he successfully passed the exams for Dubhe Tower. He is now the chief of the Dubhe Tower's office in Lake Baikal City, with limitless prospects;
