That same moon, which from the prison cell looked like a shadow of what it was to be seen in the Siberian sky, made Nubky miss his homeland now. Ania restrained impulses in him that he didn't even know. He didn't even know what he was doing on the European continent and the constant suspicion that the escape to the airport was a diversion that was not foreseen in the plans of whatever was using it. He was a ventriloquist doll, which when animated reflected in mechanical movements what the human voice articulated.
When would the invading demon act again, making it an instrument to do evil? He killed people, with his hands. He used techniques and his body in ways that the most experienced combatant, in the most feared army, had not been trained.