“You’re a fool, Greyich. What the hell do I need the exact time for? It’s just crazy – you keep track of minutes, but you don’t notice days flying by. You didn’t even know it was February 23rd, remember? If you ask me, it’s the calendar that matters.” Pashka pointed to the wall on the right, above the bed. “You see that there? I keep track of days and dates, not time.”
