The Restoration Game
“Far below was the road from Krasnod, curving now around the side of the mountain towards the pass a few kilometres to the west. A kilometre or so in that direction, half hidden in a clump of olive trees, was Andrei's yellow car. He himself was, if all had gone to plan, sitting at a roadside refreshment stall, sipping lemon tea, flipping over pages of a guide to bird life of the Caucasus, and occasionally scanning the mountainside through binoculars. He had my mobile number on his phone, and he ...was ready to warn me if he espied any patrols in the vicinity.A couple of kilometres in the opposite direction, back towards the city, a spur from the road led through scrub and trees to the bare rectangle of the former Soviet military base, within whose stockade stood long barracks buildings and above which I could just make out as a tiny green-and-yellow dot the bicolour of the Krassnian flag. Armoured vehicles and squads of drilling soldiers moved about like blocky pixels.I turned back to my climb.MoreLess
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