City Gloss

He quickly whispered in his ear Krasnov. But the devil had stab me in the ass, his trident, a second earlier. Or level of cocktails has passed for a critical point. – About our children! In fact all children on the Earth, our children! Whether not so? (About our kids! For all children on Earth, we have with you children! Is not it?) Impudently, with the most charming smile, which was capable of, I went to her appointment. -Miss. e. ..? – Linda! Mrs.! Linda Trust! – A little hesitantly she murmured.

Insolence of, a little diminished. – Free press … Look at me! Mentally, I continued a dialogue with her. Ish! Blossomed, there have themselves overseas. Russian man's word will not say so as not to ask again: "And what did you mean?" And, as I have and I will bring! Inflamed me in earnest, well, not out loud.

Krasnov, also moved my response to imperialism. He was the owner of a big smile, was released in the middle, formed a circle. Pitched his ruchischi, hugged, we were with her as her best friends. Well, at lapischa it can be painful to bear to make. And Miss or Mrs. "free press", also felt it. Yes. My dear! – Referring to an American, he barked – We do not divide children on their own and others! We help everyone! – And our young people – here it is first stared at me, saying, well, you give a guy! – In all our supporters! – Finished in a voice that can command the artillery battalion during the bombing, with no means of amplification. As it turned out, I was not far from the truth. -Yes! Yes! – Nodded, a former ally of the anti-Hitler coalition. Recognized in our winners. – It's so touching to help the children! – Her Russian was not bad, probably the "ancestors" of the first wave of immigrants. They still tried to keep the children, "the great and mighty." – We call to join the good cause … – wound up on – new red. But then came the band and we have not heard, as called for red, but from the classics, I knew that to make contributions course. Advancing the apogee of the evening and it was then, and asked to make these same contributions into a large, stylized Russian nested doll box. All were drawn to the scene. Krasnov, just losing some interest to the reporter and just to me, sloping shoulders straightened, moved forward. The whole "flock" tore a leader, and I was left alone with his cocktail, digest, where did I plunge again. Well, could not this all so easy, I go with it. And as if to confirm my thoughts, stranger in a gray suit, he turned to me abruptly and stared at me. The eye was not visible in the smoky glasses, face was expressionless, but something jumped at me in the spleen, and as it turned out for a reason. Here, now he sits across from me and offers a mere trifle – to become a billionaire.