- I listen to you. But this your plan is not pleasant to me. You will be smashed, and a collar not vyshibesh. I all the same then
should jump through a wall, and you will remain with them, and they will finish off you. On quite lawful bases. Without
reflecting, you understand?.
- You not of me think, you of itself think...
- No. I will think of both of us. And about Michael who sits there now and in general knows nothing...
- And about Kronide whom they - wait in an ambush will not wait...
- Whence you know about an ambush? - And to you what difference, whence? I and knew that disputes and conversations
will necessarily begin. You can to me though time in a life will trust? Without any arguments? - I all life trust in you.
- Here also do that I have told.
- No. We sit down both in "bronevichok" and we jump through a wall...
- They should be detained, you understand? - I understand. At the wheel - you. To me such jump not to make.
- Understand: they rush at once after, and to us not to leave. On such road.
- Anything. On betonke - we will leave. On betonke it is necessary to leave, you understand? Kronid will arrive - on betonke,
it is necessary to meet him there... And the main thing: to me on three and a half metre not to jump, you understand? I will
- They not begin to catch up with us, they will shoot.
- Anything. If at the wheel there will be you, - will leave. And in general: who does not risk, that does not drink some
Ivan was silent some seconds, loudly and aggressively snuffling a short nose. Then skazal: - I Hate champagne.
- I too. And here Kronid - adores! - if not Kronid, a horse-radish I would go on this adventure.
- And I!... Would Lie now to itself in koechke...
- Also would wait while they will silently kill you. On quite lawful bases.
- Anything similar. How then my Mysterious Force? - Eh, Stas Zinovich, - has told Ivan. - and can be, it here just and do, your
Mysterious Force? And? It was, at least, logically. Ah yes Ivan! It was impossible to answer such statement at once. Yes, is
not present. And not at once - too.
- All right, - Ivan resolutely has told at last. - Keep for me, I go the first.
All has occurred quickly enough and - first - without any adventures.
Short silent travel through a fog. Along a rough wall of a building.
On the rests of the dry grass which have made the way through asphalt and in cracks between concrete plates. It was cold.
The fog sat down on the person as a damp web. Music Somewhere played, voices were distributed, and was to nobody to
They were already near to cars. Already prompt profile of "adiabatic curve" could be distinguished against the orange
luminescence, ten steps to it remains, - as suddenly in a shone fog there was a movement, and the vigorous silhouette
appeared there: abrupt shoulders, a peak-cap with a long peak, convex moustaches and a short tube-nosogrejka,
fashionable for quite some time now in unter-officer circles of some sorts spetsvojsk.