'I shouldn't go, miss, if I were you', the janitor agreed. 'Look,' he said, 'you can wait here.'
Nikolka took the man aside, gave him some more money and asked him to find a clean stool for the lady to sit on.
Reeking of cheap home-grown tobacco, the janitor produced a stool from a corner where there stood a green-shaded standard lamp and several skeletons.
'Not a medical man, are you, sir?
Medical gentlemen soon get used to it.' He opened the big door and clicked the light switch. A globe-shaped lamp shone brightly under the glass ceiling.
The room exuded a heavy stench.
White zinc tables stood in rows.
They were empty and somewhere water was dripping noisily into a basin.
The stone floor gave a hollow echo under their feet.
Suffering horribly from the smell, which must have been hanging there for at least a hundred years, Nikolka walked along trying not to think.
The janitor led him through the door at the far end and into a dark corridor, where the janitor lit a small lamp and walked on a little further.
The janitor slid back a heavy bolt, opened an iron door and unlocked another door.
Nikolka broke out in a cold sweat.
In the corner of the vast black room stood several huge metal drums filled to overflowing with lumps and scraps of human flesh, strips of skin, fingers and pieces of broken bone.
Nikolka turned away, gulping down his saliva, and the janitor said to him:
'Take a sniff, sir.'
Nikolka closed his eyes and greedily inhaled a lungful of unbearably strong sal ammoniac from a bottle.
Almost as though he were dreaming, screwing up his eyes, Nikolka heard Fyodor strike a match and smelled the delicious odour of a pipeful of home-grown shag.
Fyodor fumbled for a long time with the lock of the elevator door, opened it and then he and Nikolka were standing on the platform.
Fyodor pressed the button and the elevator creaked slowly downward.
From below came an icy cold draft of air.
The elevator stopped.
They passed into the huge storeroom.
Muzzily, Nikolka saw a sight that he had never seen before.
Piled one upon another like logs of wood lay naked, emaciated human bodies. Despite the sal ammoniac, the stench of decay was intolerable.
Rows of legs, some rigid, some slack, protruded in layers.
Women's heads lay with tangled and matted hair, their breasts slack, battered and bruised.
'Right, now I'll turn them over and you look', said the janitor bending down.
He grasped the corpse of a woman by the leg and the greasy body slithered to the floor with a thump.
To Nikolka she seemed sticky and repulsive, yet at the same time horribly beautiful, like a witch.
Her eyes were open and stared straight at Fyodor. With difficulty Nikolka tore his fascinated gaze from the scar which encircled her waist like a red ribbon, and looked away.
His eyes clouded and his head began to spin at the thought that they might have to turn over every layer of that pile of sticky bodies.
'That's enough.
Stop', he said weakly to Fyodor and thrust the bottle of smelling salts into his pocket. 'There he is.
I've found him.
On top.
There, there.'
Moving carefully in order not to slip on the floor, Fyodor grasped Nai-Turs by the head and pulled hard.
A flat-chested, broad-hipped woman was lying face down across Nai's stomach. There was a cheap little comb in the hair at the back of her neck, glittering dully, like a fragment of glass.
Without stopping what he was doing Fyodor deftly pulled it out, dropped it into the pocket of his apron and gripped Nai-Turs under the armpits.
As it was pulled out of the pile his head lolled back, his sharp, unshaven chin pointed upwards and one arm slipped from the janitor's grasp.
Fyodor did not toss Nai aside as he had tossed the woman, but carefully holding him under the armpits and bending the dangling body, turned him so that Nai's legs swung round on the floor until the body directly faced Nikolka. He said:
'Take a good look and see if it's him or not.
We don't want any mistakes . . .'
Nikolka looked straight into Nai's glassy, wide-open eyes which stared back at him senselessly.
His left cheek was already tinged green with barely detectable decay and several large, dark patches of what was probably blood were congealed on his chest and stomach.
'That's him', said Nikolka.
Still gripping him under the armpits Fyodor dragged Nai to the elevator and dropped him at Nikolka's feet.
The dead man's arm was flung out wide and once again his chin pointed upwards.
Fyodor entered the elevator, pushed the button and the cage moved upward. #