Is I'll remember! — he raised up his index finger. — If we remain alive after today, you know that I have a very large claims.
"Why is it we don't need to stay alive? inquired "Fix." It was obvious that he still drunk.
Why, you idiot, what are you drunk!
"I'm a bit! For courage.
-Well, I think that is enough, at the right time not to have time to press on the trigger or miss.
-Yes, well, " pulled "Fix."
-Okay, I drunken scuffle with you tired! "said George. — go a couple of hours becomes clear that the "well" or "not well". "Rusty" drunk too! he shifted his finger at Peter Gvozdeva. He silently listening to their words, and could only smile in reply.
-Everything is clear! This too drunk! Concluded Zhora. — Well, what, am I with you, fools do? If we could transfer all for another day! But "swing" today, and we need to be there. Well, knots, blame yourself! By the way, where are the weapons?
-On the spot! — drunk gesture reassured him "Fix."
-Where exactly?
"Fix," he leaned over and patted the bag that lay at his feet. Something in her hit the metal.
-Well, first I nodded his head Zhora. Then pour fifty, and leave.
"Fix" poured out glasses of vodka all round.
-Well, — he raised his stack Zhora — so that we did that. Remember: good выручаем.
They drank, overthrew the glasses, wincing each in their own way, had a snack.
-Okay, now, " said George.
He felt again this rapid pace of time, carrying him разверзшейся abyss.
The three of them left the hall, went down to the cloakroom. Dressing "Fix" tried to thrust unfinished bottle of vodka in the inside pocket of his leather jacket, but George took away his bottle, wanted to break, but then gave гардеробщице.
"Another time, I am not a fool to take a walk and enjoy — you know, Leva. But the only other time. If everything will be fine, I promise you: we fill ourselves with you, as the pigs — so, no offense.
Coming out of the restaurant, Zhora threatened finger седовласому the porter, who had повздорить:
"Look at me, grandfather. Next time прищурься better when you're me to stop.
Porters walked him with wide-open from eyed: such birds before he, apparently, is not seen.
-So vividly in the car! ordered his Zhora. — We have very little time.
-Where will the "swing"? — asked the "Fix."
-Where is no problem, " replied George. Now you can go in there with our stuff is here Yes. Okay, here we go, on the road, perhaps, think of something.
Half an hour later онизгнали "Mercedes" on a guarded car Park in Moscow there are now hundreds, if not thousands.
-This is a special "качельная" coach, said to his companions, George, — by switching off the ignition. Here watchman working his person, which does not release from here any machine without the permission of Bondi Boma.
-And how does he know what kind of machine you need to delay? — surprised the "Fix."
-The wonders of technology. Is it not enough invented telephones, radio transmitters, selectors? And there — the devil knows how. To us this is not easier.
-Why do we come here? — for the first time his voice "Rusty", who was silent all the way.
Without it, there is not involved. We'll just go out of the car, and the guard immediately after our departure will report to his boss, what car arrived, and its people.
-And why is it?
-And then, that his people into the "swing" lead throughout. Bondi BOM with who knows how many people will come . and if their will be greater, the kids will meet no good: security interests. There understand long will not, who brought изачем.
-And what about us? — surprised the "Fix."
I said Bondi that bring along two new, I present them on a swing, because I, apparently, was deprived of all, as a violator of the law. He agreed. The more that you know something.
-And what are we to do? — asked the Detective.
-Listen to. Listen while I don't file a signal.
-What was it?
Жорак gave a long shrill whistle:
-If I do so means to begin to crumble all in cabbage, until then, keep very quiet, otherwise we расколят.
"Fix" grabbed his head, as if trying to crush her hands:
-There you are! Well this is what истоорию we run! This well will!
-Not Noah! shouted at him George. I imagine if asked us your "Hose". He would do whining.
-Okay, okay! replied "Fix", then shook his head. — And still, I feel that there will be something terrible. This will start a real war. Can you imagine George is in Moscow then and not сунься. Yes there in Moscow! They to us on disassembly will visit.
-We shall see! Us today жывыми will have to leave — now that the main thing now, that's what we should think. Maybe shoot another and not have to: I don't know why me here called and that there'll decide. Only if I decide to finish off, then, and only then speak our small friends. By the way. You need to think about how we have to bring: after all, for sure, will be searched. Where to hide them? Do you think Leva?
"Let me alone! I know nothing! 'retorted "Fix." — I have the impression that I'm forced to disentangle someone else's mess!
-This is how you spoke! — рипщурился Zhora. — Паскудному! See, you, I will bear this in mind and, if nothing happens to me, something special happen to you.
The face of the "Fixes" filled with the blood of wrath and indignation. He leaned forward and wanted to say whether something is there anything I can do, but at this moment on three sides almost close to the "Mercedes" подрулили "Volga"-taxi. From one car the driver got out and went to a sitting behind the wheel Жоре, leaned over and said, цедя through his teeth:
-Are you my wheelbarrow. These two in the other! Faster.
Chapter 11. 1 -> 013.
Now, they don't even realize quite how to coming up to the back door "taxi drivers" threw it open. Apparently, it became clear to all that be in the next minute, and потму not to drop your honor physical "Fix" and "Nail" climbed out. Zhora escorted them a sidelong glance, but when the door slammed shut behind them, it was his turn to.
-Now you! That means you, too!
The thoughts in his head were running in ббеспорядке, bumping into each other, breaking, stumbling and stalling in the heap. Now even he could not tell who it is: people Bondi Boma or the police, the — it was too cool their besieged, not in a friendly way.
However, imperious voice brought him out of the confusion and forced to surrender.
"In any case, we'll shoot, " thought George, " and I would not like to продырявили my new "Mercedes". This thought was наиглупейшая, but she even has not noticed it. Already out of the car, he angrily зыркнул in the direction of "Fixes" and "Nail": "Idiots! Why go?!" — признаываться himself that escape them still couldn't , he didn't want to. For this purpose it was necessary to overstep their self-esteem.
"Фиксу" and "Nail" already searched. "Who are they, the cops or from Bondi?" thought Zhora, automatically closing the door of the car key. The one who first came to the "Mercedes"was a step away from him, holding his hand in his pocket, and silently watching his movements.
-You can not close its лайбу. We're all friends here, " he said finally.
-Are you sure of that? suddenly there was found for such полушутки Zhora, thinking to myself: "well then, no cops! Already easier!"
-I am sure-sure. Let's go better here, " he beckoned Jora finger.
-Why? — Zhora pretended to be surprised.
"Why what?! See what they do with your colleagues. Now the same thing I do with you.
-And without it it is impossible to do?!
-Unfortunately, there are no rules of the game are the same for all. The "swing" nobody should be under the gun. We all encounter. You are the most recent.
-Well, well! — a gesture of the hands of George stopped the guy already ready to proceed with the case. — I согласнен. But I think, generally, is a game without any rules. Why should I be sure that all the others will be without guns?!
-We answer, " replied the boy.
"Listen, enough bothered! We now no time, threw it to someone because of жориной back. It was the voice of one of two other "taxi drivers". They already finished their search "Фиксу" and "Nail" and, of course, they found nothing submachine guns were lying in a bag in the back seat of a Mercedes. Nothing else they had.
-In most cases — like shells guy — why am I with you рассусоливаю? Well, let's see what you have there.
Zhora again put him hand:
"Listen, I have a gun. Where to go?
-Give it here, " the guy held out his open hand.
I'd actually prefer to leave it in the car. It is, after all, a very humbling when you have selected.
-Well, throw it in the machine. And still I love you ' ll search — a lot of things! Don't want chef blew my head off.
"Фиксу" and "Nails" were taken to the taxi. Zhora tugged at the front door. Oan was closed on the lock. Then he whined, silly, probably, for the first time in his life, smiled, walked around the car around, continuing скалиться and, not looking up, staring into the eyes of the guy. He angrily and innocent frowned, and then she almost shouted:
-Hey! Where are you going?! — and reached for lapel of his jacket.
-There closed, " said George, then climbed to the lapel of his jacket, pulled out a gun and raised it high above his head.
-What are you, stupid?! — old guy. "Well, put him in the car!
George opened the back door, and threw the back seat gun and simultaneously зыркнул eyes in search of the bag. Muted розоватеыепосадочные lights snatched from the darkness only empty seat trim panel.
"What are you going чухаешься? — worried guy. He already had in his hand a gun at the ready, and turning over the head Zhora to his buddies that have already Packed in a taxi both: "Nail" and "Фиксу"shouted to them:
-Hey guys, this is some crazy! You still don't go!
"I'm not crazy! I want to live!" remarked to himself, George. He closed the door салонва and the second detected a flash of a strip in light bag. She lay at his feet, barely peeking out from under the car bottom. He had no time to wonder how it got there. For persuasiveness Zhora kicked her with his boot. Bag gasped the deaf metal. So can брякать only weapon. He knew that sound.
George sat down to the bag, painfully trying to figure out what to do now what to do to bring this saving burden. He felt that without it he will cover.
-Hey, crazy, where are you going? — started guy.
"Guys, let's look what is he doing there?!
"How I wish вахватить gun, Yes crumble them all!" — angrily thought George, when I realized that think he did not succeed. "But you can't! The guard Parking is also a human Bondi Boma. He immediately will know!
I lace tie, what do you всполошился asked George, when a guy ran up to him.
Enraged taxi driver, pushed him to the barrel of the gun into the nostril:
-I am with you here, not in toys, play, uncle! What are you мнне performance here doing?
Two other taxi driver came to Жоре back.
-May, knead it here? suggested one of them.
"Who is he anyway?
I don't know... of course, it is not ours, but like a bird accidental. In Moscow such fools, no.
-Come on, get up! — kick a medium-strength went Жоре back in the coccyx.
He got up. Vicious guys Threesome pounced on him namjali his side, and then dragged him to the mesh fence, Parking lot, примыкавшему to some deaf, with growing grass place.
"Easy now, folks! — only managed to insert Zhora between beats. To himself, he thought: "Do you not guess?"
"Fix" seemed to read his thoughts. The corner of his eye George remarked, as he came out of the "Volga", made a few steps to the "Mercedes", bent over and in a moment in the same position sprinted back.
Jora leaned against a fence. They threw him on the fence, so that he moaned, groaned, and панцерная net tossed it back. "Taxi drivers" tossed it back. Gave a couple of times in the stomach. Jora already a long time to beat. He turned down in pain. Breath. George fell to the ground. He wanted to scream: "enough, brothers, enough!" — but couldn't squeeze out from itself and whisper.
-Okay! Stop! Why are we, really separate?! — said a voice of one of the "taxi drivers", apparently, the clockwork. — Perhaps, the search was successful!
Jora ceased to beat, was raised from the earth, поставиили to the fence. Now he, after a minute, could look them in the face. However, everything was swimming before his eyes.
-What happens to little boys who do not obey the Pope! — instructive said to him, poking a finger in the nose, not the gun, not the index finger in a black leather glove.
"Well, Orlik, подыми-ka wings! Uncle will you be searched.
-I already put the gun in the car! — weak voice said George.
-Oh, Yes it is, rather, penguin like! said one of them, searching his pockets, and slapping him on the sides. — Look, hog!
"Easy now, boy, I can be offended, " growled as he could, Zhora. 'I said no gun.
-Well, you're on the offense itself, uncle, ' said the one that forced him out of the car. — We have clear guidelines, and we have болльшие authority, up to decide the upshot of dipping here like you выпендривающегося, right here, or Duma on your way. How do we know who are you? Each Roger't remember. Maybe you speck some COP, and because юлишь and gun don't want to give: afraid not split. Your попуткичи, as you can see, it is not affected.
He looked around, but the "Fix" was already in his place.
-Fellowship, you seem overdone, shook his head Zhora. — Is it possible to contact with a person?
"You, uncle, he is guilty, " answered the same taxi driver. — Behave strangely.
-You first, " confirmed, nodding who was standing nearby. — Get out, get into my car.
"Well, nothing, " thought George. — To remain alive, it is not such a big fee. Just to Фиксу" with a bag is on fire".
Жоре blindfolded. "Taxi driver," put it next to her and warned:
-Not to touch the blindfold. One move in the direction of the person to get on the horns, and then instead of a bandage tie em on the head bag: then there is definitely peek not eat. Understood?
-Got it, — according to nodded Zhora. Now he felt deeply insulted and humiliated. So with him for a long time we did not. The desire to get strengthened his firm and without the conviction that, through his will, he will not allow anyone to inflict on yourself massacre. Has clear that it would withdraw from the game. But now he steps out himself and will be the winner: "If only "Fix" is not засыпется with a bag".
He praised himself Levu and decided. That will surely forgive him all for this act in the Parking lot. Sorry.. if only they both remain alive.
Well, he shall live for sure. George felt that, in spite of all troubles, fortune favours him, occasionally moving away for a little show and not give him license обнаглеть unlimited.
