Michael Beres - Chernobyl Murders

When I saw firemen with masks, I kept everything shut up and even tied on the handkerchief. Momma and my sister are doing what you did. All sealed up inside the house.”

“But you live closer to the plant,” said Juli.

“I know,” said Vasily.

At Mihaly’s apartment building, all three ran in as fast as they could, went up the stairs, and down the hall. Juli knocked on the door. Knocked again more loudly. A woman with a cane came out of the apartment next door.

“They went somewhere,” said the woman.

“All of them?” asked Juli.

“The mother and her little girls. I told her I’d watch them, but she insisted. She drove with a neighbor to the plant. They both have husbands there. She left the door open, so I closed it.” The woman glanced at Vasily. “I’m watching the apartment.”

“Did Mihaly Horvath come home this morning?” asked Juli.

“No, I told you. He’s at the plant with Yuri Skabichevsky. Their wives went to see about them. I can see flames from my window.

You want to come in and look?”

“We’re in a hurry,” said Vasily, leading Juli and Marina back to the stairs.

The woman followed. “Only eight days until Easter, and something like this. Thank God my husband works at the radio factory.

Some children went to school, so everything is fine. The firemen are in control. Irina Kiseleva’s husband is a fireman. She is very proud. She told me many technicians are from Russia or Hungary.

She criticizes their aloofness at times, but I always disagree with her… because of my neighbors, the Horvaths. Are you sure you don’t want to look at the fire from my window?”

On their way back to the apartment, Vasily drove through a downtown marketplace to see if there was any news posted. But the board at the entrance to the market street contained nothing about the explosion or the danger of radiation.

“I wonder how the radiation will affect the food,” said Marina.

“Because of the wind, Belarussia will get it worse,” said Juli, looking up at the sky.

“What can be done for the children?” asked Marina.

“They’ll give them potassium iodide.”

“Will it prevent illness?”

“It will help,” said Juli.

Vasily turned the corner at Selskom Market, the largest food store in Pripyat. Instead of an orderly line on the sidewalk, today’s line was thick and spilled into the street. The line undulated and wagged its tail as those farther back moved side to side, looking to the front.

Vasily stopped the car across the street from Selskom Market.

“This is insanity. No children on the streets and not even many women means trouble.”

“Mostly men in line,” said Marina. “Angry men.”

As she said this, a man squeezing out the doorway with a package under his arm was shoved to the ground. The man got up and hurried away, turning to curse at the others. When Vasily put the car in gear, a plump young woman squeezed through the crowd and walked quickly, ignoring the angry stares and calls of those in line.

The woman carried two fishnet bags so full they dragged on the ground. A plump woman…

“I know her,” said Juli. “Her name is Natalya. She works in my building. She might be able to tell us something.”

“Should we give her a ride?” asked Vasily.

“Look!” said Marina. “One of the men from the line is chasing her.”

Vasily drove to the other side of the street and pulled to the curb.

Juli opened the back door. “Get in, Natalya!”

Natalya hesitated a moment, looked behind at the approaching man, then squeezed into the back of the car with her load of groceries. The man shouted, “Jewess!” as they drove away.

“What’s going on?” asked Juli.

“Everyone wants… food,” said Natalya, catching her breath.

“It’s best to get food… now before it becomes contaminated.

Canned foods…”

Juli interrupted. “I meant, what’s going on at the plant?”

“Oh,” said Natalya, gathering her bags about her. “There’s a fire in one of the reactors. I talked to a man who was there. He said it exploded, and it’s still burning. He said to stay indoors, seal yourself up. But I needed food. My apartment’s to the left up here.”

“Did this man say anything about injuries?”

“He thinks several may have been injured. The explosion blew the roof off.”

“Did he tell you names of victims?”

“No names. But he said there were many ambulances. People walking around in some streets like nothing’s happened, and at the market there were all these rumors. One man said they were evacuating Kopachi. Another said since Kopachi is the closest village to the plant, there might not be anyone to evacuate. Someone said they saw the Pripyat Party boss driving out of town in his white Volga.

Another said a man who was fishing at the river returned home with his face turned beet red. Slavs… we are of the same mind.

We believe in death.”

Natalya looked out the window and shouted. “Stop here!”

Before she got out of the car, Natalya placed two cans of beans on the back seat. “Thanks for the ride.”

Juli looked out the back window at Natalya scurrying up the walk to her building. Then she looked into the dosimeter.

“What does it say now?” asked Marina.

“Almost sixty,” said Juli.

No matter what Juli or Marina said, there was no way to stop Vasily from leaving the apartment and driving closer to the burning reactor in order to retrieve his mother and sister.

“Won’t they be safer in the house?” asked Marina.

“The house leaks like a sieve,” said Vasily. “I should have brought them with me earlier.”

Vasily tied a scarf about his head, another over his mouth and nose. “Do I look like an old babushka?”

“Be careful,” said Marina.

“I will,” said Vasily. “When I get back, I’ll rip out the seat covers before I come inside. Find some clothes for my sister and Mama.

Have a full tub of water in case there’s no pressure. Gather up food for the trip. We’ll head for Kiev as soon as I get back.”

Vasily paused before opening the door. “Don’t worry, we’ll all go to Kiev for Thursday’s May Day parade and be back here the following week after things have cooled down.”

Marina sat next to Juli on her bed. “It’s the only thing we can do, Juli.

You said yourself we must leave. Especially your little passenger.”

“But I wish I knew what’s become of Mihaly,” said Juli. “And his wife going there, taking her little girls and going there…”

“The old woman said they left when it was dark. Nobody knew about the radiation yet. Maybe Mihaly called and they went to meet him. They could be in Kiev by now.”

Juli and Marina hugged, and Juli stared at the curtains over the balcony door through which she had first heard the explosion, then voices, early in the morning. Not even a full day had gone by, yet it seemed like weeks. When Vasily returned and they left for Kiev, more time would have gone by, and Juli wondered if, somehow, she might be able to forget Mihaly. But even as she thought this, she knew it would be impossible, especially because of the baby. Her baby.

Tamara Petrov spent all of Saturday at Lazlo’s apartment. They made love, ate, danced to Hungarian records, made love again. They went to a nearby market, bought ingredients for paprikas chicken, went back to the apartment, and prepared the meal together. They did not watch television or listen to the radio. The phone rang once during the afternoon, but when Lazlo answered, there was simply a hum, the phones broken again.

After they finished dinner, Tamara got up and put on one of Lazlo’s Lakatos Gypsy Orchestra records. The melancholy violin seemed especially sad this night, and Lazlo wondered why. The evening was only beginning, Tamara was wearing nothing but a silk robe, and already the Gypsy was foreseeing its end. Tamara came back to the table, poured more wine. Her eyes were aglow from the candle between them on the table.