Character: Brylov's informant

So, it's twenty-five miles from here, your honor. Well, actually, not twenty-five, there ... The village of Rossokha. A detachment of sabers is about three hundred, well, maybe not three hundred there ... There are carts. Well, I can just say in front of witnesses that nothing can be guaranteed. Nothing can be guaranteed. If pressed against the river, in my opinion, the cover.