|What sort of|
well is this?
|A hangar for|
|Looks like a bomb shelter to me.|
Back to work!
|The newly drafted labourer returned home after nightfall, trying hard to look as though he was|
terribly tired so that the brutes be left with the impression that he is a weakling. After gulping
down a handful of nutritious pills Maxim immediately went to bed, so that he be well-rested
and full of strength when he woke up a few hours later and got down to business . . .