Bitten-2

From the building of the Khamovniki police department, just at the time when the detained Kasparov was there, a short, puny cop warrant officer came out and, under the gaze of the captain accompanying him, began giving an interview to a TV channel without identification marks (probably, Shalimov’s bastards from the garbage NTV). His left palm was bandaged. Spots of greenery showed through the bandage. I came over to listen...

“Kasparov bit me when he tried to escape from the bus,” the boy said, showing off his injured hand. - I blocked his path, so he...
- And what...? — the correspondent specified.
- I grabbed...
- Did you grab it with your teeth?
- Well, yes, with my teeth... And they immediately took me to the emergency room.
I could no longer remain silent. “Listen,” I say, “have you been prescribed 40 injections?” “No,” the ensign answered, embarrassed.
Then someone’s voice came from behind: “That’s it, ensign, you’re fucked!”
The ensign blinked his eyes in confusion, but then the captain intervened, demanding that I immediately stop interfering with the filming, otherwise...
But I still allowed myself one more question. I asked if the policeman who was bitten by Kasparov was planning to start a career as a professional chess player?
After which the captain grabbed his subordinate by the arm and took him to the police department building. The TV crews followed them.
And we were left waiting for Harry...