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"What now?" Dima asked, shivering. "We can't call our parents."

It was a Tuesday in late October. The sky over the city was the color of a bruised plum. Anton flipped to . He traced the line drawing of a temporary shelter made from pine branches. uchebnik 9 klassa obzh smirnov anatolii

Under the dim glow of a handheld flashlight, the worn cover of the 9 klass OBZH looked less like a school requirement and more like a map to a world where Anton was finally in control. "What now