✅✅✅’Hot cola. From the Fowl Star. It’s coming ashore14 by the crate-load. Tonight we are truly on the Bay of Kola.’
‘Be warned,’ said Vassikin, spilling the liquid on to the snow. ‘This weather is souring my temper. So no more terrible jokes. It’s enough that I have to listen to Kamar.’
‘Not for much longer,’ muttered his partner. ‘One more sweep and we call off the search. Nothing could survive these waters for eight hours.’✅