Then the image has begun to jump: I left in a corridor. There there were two pirates. One stretched another a gold bracelet.
Stop! - the doctor has told. It has rested a finger against a bracelet. - Sinergetichesky blokator nervous fibres, АСА-5,
reusable using, better to say - boleizluchatel.
Largely! - August has barked.
I have turned the handle. The subject has filled the screen. Doubts does not remain.
Time? - Twenty one eleven.
Means, in four minutes after murder, - August has told. - give persons. Here they, phantoms! Both persons were moustached,
in wigs. Absolutely unfamiliar. In them something was not pleasant to me.
Well and the eye at you, the doctor, - has validly responded Bonnar.
Here this, left, has killed Kuznetsova, - August has told. Why they in a masquerade? It after all not the hologramme.
I have understood that it is not pleasant to me, and have become angry: - We will not define them. They are the people
dressed under the hologramme. They in biomasks.
Light! - a colourless voice August has told.
7 Halls resembled a greenhouse. On its walls the figured ivy lasted upwards.
It was cut by the fiery arrows of begonias covered with small violet colours. In long aquariums, in green water over the gone
to pieces pagodas thick, goggle-eyed fishes hung, pulled loops of fins.
It is very glad that you have found time, - the director has told. - Elga, pouhazhivaj for the visitor.
Elga has poured to me in a narrow glass something citreous, a dense bed brown bursting foam has emerged. I have tasted. It
was the mango juice seasoned with spices with weak signs of alcohol. The same drink stood and before the others. The
director sat with the lowered head and shook in hands a glass with a transparent liquid, occasionally drinking from it.
Even on a floor the grass grew. I have bent down. The grass was present. I have inspected a hall. Bonnar sat near to me; as
the sparrow, twirled by a head, swarty fingers drew air. Three nice girls behind its little table broke in two from laughter.
Anna was with the father. Has met my sight - Elga has just put to me a hand on a shoulder - has turned away. Any lanky type
hotly spoke with it, took for a brush, has kissed finger-tips. Its hair, changing colouring, continuously moved. As if hearts.
We will dance? - Has asked Elga on an ear.