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Book-2. Hilt novella

V. Speys
Book-2. Hilt novella

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© V. Speys, 2021

ISBN 978-5-0053-4958-3 (т. 2)

ISBN 978-5-0053-4959-0

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Book-2, is a continuation of the story set out in the book – 1 “Tir”. The development of events occurring on the planet Fayeton in prehistoric times of the Earth. The heroes of the book participate in a scientific experiment on Earth. Survive incredible adventures. Pleasant readings, your author.

Book—2. Hilt novella

Chapter 1

At the table, littered with papers, sat Misar. The shimmering green light came from the walls of the room, lighting up immersed in the thoughts of man. And black business suit and a pale shadow of the person with the seal of heavy thoughts, and the empty silence of the palace – all induce the belief that the state of affairs is not the best. Tottering power of the President, meeting with the forces of the people who are in the Armistice Union, argued the idea that the reign of the Mirage coming to an end. Loneliness, likening the ghost pallor suggesting that this weak-willed person. The huge palace was empty, but it is securely guarded detention. Black overalls guards of the palace guard flashed here and there on the soft tracks corridors. Under the bright light of the stars twinkled in the courtyards of their helmets. The table was gay with a scattering of colorful stamps on the set of envelopes scattered in disarray over the green cloth. The contents of the letter they brought grim news from the remote corners of the world. Yes, it was something to think about Adviser. The nations, burdened with all the tax increases and rising prices have become a fait accompli well-fed and rich life overarching state, Lakia. Since coming to power of Tir has been twenty years, that has changed over this period? Yes, to end hunger and devastation by spreading

National income countries. Yes, no more wars and unrest – there is a single rail power system state Mirage over the world, including a set of disenfranchised laws severely restrict the rights of citizens in the Allied countries. On the contrary, the citizens enjoyed Lakia comprehensive benefits.

From the dreams of the peoples of a certain democratic Union Armistice has disappeared. Build your empire of Tir World Domination by putting the people in front of more sinister reality – the danger of a new war with the use of the quark weapons. Counselor knew that Tir will stop at nothing to saving power, to subdue nations. On Saturday afternoon, the President spoke to the Cabinet of Ministers to draft new laws, one ruinous for other subordinates of giving enormous profits Mirage. With particularly strong criticism made by ministers of the Southern Hemisphere. After the speech, the President went to his villa. Waving the flags and bright bouquets of flowers, his people crowded country on the way. The people of the same hundred fifty states, frozen at the TV screens, they hated him even more. In the address of the Adviser swept the telegram: – Dear Mr. President. We managed to decipher information about a “quasi-quark weapons.” Tir wary clenched fingers entwined speaking to blue.

– Do not pull, report!

– Information about how to obtain this bomb is now on the way out…

– Why ran she not report?

– They did not want to disturb your sleep…

Yeah, what the hell’s sleep! Are you there pawns playing with me! Tyr has long carried the “along and across the” laboratory staff, but even so broke grateful speech and concluded: – Wait promotions!…

– You hear, Renee? – Rishi overheard conversation with undisguised glee. – He still launch a bomb in production and will help us to gain besides more and force!

– You said Providence, Mr. Counsel. – Agreed lackey.

– Today, remove this puppy! – Angrily said Rishi.

– My men are ready. Folding rifle with optical sights they will be held in boxes for plumbing tools. Have penetrated objects under the guise of fitters and repairers.

– Act, Reni, Providence bless you!

At the same time in the lab Azon and Hilt, bent over amplifier receiver, tried in vain to catch a wave transmitter installed in the office of Hilt Rishi microphones. In addition to cod ether yes whistling noise did not bugged.

– As I had thought! – Exclaimed Azon! – Rishi is not as fool-proof as we think.

– What’s the matter?

– It includes a noise every time you talk to someone.

– Azon, look, I saw yesterday on his desk Mirage map showing some marks on it.

– It’s interesting, and where are they here? – Azon’s unfolded approached hanging on the wall map.

– Here, where our hotel, the red cross. Here’s where this skyscraper on Fifth Street, is also a cross, and on the other the street from the palace to the villa of the President of the red line.

– Yes this is the route that every day at exactly 16:00 President travels. Good for you, Hilt!

– What does it mean? – Naively asked.

– Anything. And the worst – an ambush. You do not touched on the table?

– No, it’s all there on the spot.

– Immediately, Hilt, rush to the skyscraper, and I’m on the roof of the hotel. If it’s an ambush, consider that you are saving for the second time Tir life. Come on, friend!

Hilt looked dumbfounded at Azon, “he jokes or laugh at the naivetés shepherd”, but in the entire appearance of Lieutenant did not have and shadow ridicule. And Hilt rushed after him…

They ran out of the lab, each rushing to his side on the crowded street. There was a rush hour. Motorcade has left the palace, heading down Fifth Street toward the Cathedral of the Ort Star.

The killer was driving the trigger when Hilt jumped on the thirtieth floor skyscraper under construction and has appeared behind him. He shuddered by surprise. A bullet whizzed past at the head of Tir and plopped to open the door of the car. The President immediately stopped tuple.

– Immediately up! Cordon off the block! No one out! Check all! – He commanded the guard. Dumar, who was sitting next to driver radioed Major Zhevil about the incident. Police immediately cordoned off the street, passers-by began searches. Hilt in two strides he found himself next to his massive back gunman. He spun around, aiming the gun at him. But it was it’s too late. Hilt was standing close to the long barrel; the right hand lay his iron grip on the barrel. Before him stood a huge growth bruiser. His heavy jaw and a broken nose flat, almost bulged into the skull, suggested the alterations he had visited their owner. Hanging shaggy eyebrows nearly closed spiky little eyes and bald head turned purple from the strain. Hands with the slowness of a bear began to raise the gun to strike. Curl of the lips contorted ugly face of the killer, who spoke about the fact that its owner is valid for sure. Hilt coolly, taking advantage of the slowness of the enemy, his head struck the first blow in the solar plexus. Goof off balance with all the fluff back and hit his head on the Brickwork. Hilt tried to stun the culprit fist on his bald head. But other than biting cotton nothing came of it. Vanished was a smile from the face of the killer once again took his place and strong as plowshares plow, hand raked his fingers through his poor sergeant by the collar uniform jacket. Crosswise squeezing the collar, the killer began to strangle the victim. Fighting the Killer delayed the time to retreat. Police came to the rescue quickly tied the criminal, put him on a stretcher and carried him down. Hilt was close to conclusive evidence of the assassination – a gun. Suffered in this story only Hilt, his voice changed and hissed, but his story is still seriously listened to the devil and jokes from the guards…

– Lieutenant Azon! – Solemn voice said Tir, referring to the stagnation of the guard standing at attention. Nearby stood Hilt.

– I submit to you my personal thanks to you and add salary for defusing attempt and capture the killers.

– Glad to serve the Mirage! – Blurted Azon.

– You, Hilt, for the capture of the killer stand thanks and also add salary.

– Glad to serve the Mirage! – Said in his turn Hilt.

– And now, my friends, I may reward you for your desired.

– Mr. President! – Azon said. – I would like to ask you Hilt increase in rank. It is worthy to wear the insignia of lieutenant your personal protection.

– I’m sorry, Lieutenant, but it helped you, not you to him.

– That’s not … – Azon told how Hilt failed to disclose conspiracy.

– So you’re a sergeant, a true hero! Worth a farthing to the President, who does not notice the sharp-witted men. I raise you the title, now you Lieutenant!

– Serve the Mirage! – Exclaimed enthusiastically Hilt.

– Come, my friends! – Ordered Tir. And both came out of the office.

– Anything, Mr. President? – Tier experiencing watched the newcomer Dumar.

– I called you to deliver orders to President Arkii Vick. This job extreme national importance.

– I’m all ears, Mr. President!

– To deliver the contents of the capsule, and live to see the answer. Then immediately to me.

– Yes, Mr. President! – Dumar went to the table and Tir taken out of his hands capsule.

– Go!

– Yes! Dumar left. Immediately adjutant entered.

– Anything, Mr. President?

– Major Zhevil to me!

– There is. Three minutes later, Major Zhevil came into the office.

– Pass the official order Adviser on his dismissal from his post and send orally that the President considers his services to the state and grant him a pension benefit. Let him live in his mansion and do not go anywhere beyond Lakia!

– And what about his personal bodyguard?

– Security at anything, will be the new Adviser, will be new orders.

 

– Clearly, Mr. President.

– Go!

Zhevil out of the office. Tir still a long walk from corner to corner with the put behind

hands, with frozen fingers weave…

Rishi was sitting in his office, pondering a new attempt when the threshold the head of the palace guard, Major Zhevil. Adviser raised his eyebrows in surprise: “What rudeness to enter without knocking.” – He thought, and opened the his mouth to morals, but Zhevil first started:

– By the will of the President, you step back from his position and go on a well-deserved retirement. – With that, he handed the sheet of the Rishi with the order of signature of Tir.

– Who-oh-oh! – Pale and jumping up from his chair, said Rishi falsetto.

– Tir asked to convey that, given your service to the state…

But these words are not heard Rishi. Gasping, he fell unconscious on the carpet at the desktop. Zhevil stuck his head out of the office: – The adjutant! a doctor! Sam rushed to the Rishis. He wheezed, with thin lips made yellow foam. Zhevil raised his head and put a former adviser his heart in his mouth pill solution, then poured the water. Faithful Renee stood by indifferently watching fainting is the common man, already a faceless, already transformed by servile standards, to nothing. There was a doctor with two nurses. He listened to and examined Rishi, then made the shot. Medics gently laid him on a stretcher and taken to the palace hospital… Dumar returned the next day in the evening with a strange man scowl.

– I’ve been waiting for you, Captain! – The first to speak of Tir. “Free from the dictates of the Council of the Armistice of Tir!”

“The people of self-determination!”

“The Council of the Armistice Tir turned into an instrument of violence!”

“Down!.. Down!…” – Flashed before my eyes the words telegrams, cut into the brain, causing heart tremble in panic anticipation of trouble. So, morning, Sunday. Rapidly up the stairs, agitated and irritated, the President went to his office. The walls of the dark room suddenly lit up with pink light, a favorite color of Tir, sculptured hair massive table with a control panel bezel, and a huge screen, ghostly outlined in the air in the middle of the office. He sat down in a comfortable chair at the table. Strong face with eyes, steel-gray hue, with a feverish glitter in them, belonged to a smart and beautiful head. Thoughts were replaced with extraordinary speed and clarity. Hand, finding the right key, froze. The screen suddenly flickered. Revived. Three-dimensional image of the mayor Kyi, Capital rebellious Southern Hemisphere, appeared before the eyes of the President. He immediately, without waiting for the question, Tir report that if no further increase in taxes and prices rise, then inevitably break out the rebellion. Next, an image of Major Zhevil, Chief palace guards sent to Tir cue to subdue the rebels. Through the broken helmet over his face bleeding. Overall color “khaki” was tattered, his story confirmed the report of the mayor: case was judged serious events, why the President gave Councilor order to ensure safety.

Misar not wait. On his orders troops to six morning were strapped to the borders of the Southern Hemisphere. And the protection of the palace was ordered to strengthen the positions. The park and the lower floors of the guards on duty. This morning dawn found Adviser at your desk. In the quiet of his study there was a sudden slow chimes. Misar sharply looked up. Hand searched the ranks of the keyboard button on the left, stopped with the ninth fight. The door to the office wall silently opened. It seemed man in red livery and white gloves.

– Who is on duty today? – Ask our Misar logged lackey.

– Guards Major Zhevil.

– Renee, call any of the officers more reliable!

– Yes, Sir!

– Wait a minute! – Delayed Misar lackey! – Help me change. Lackey silently brought the field form a guard. After changing clothes, Misar said: – Well, call me now!

Renee shadow slipped through the front door of the office. Taking advantage of a moment, became Adviser to wear a seat belt holster wide beam weapons. Caught in the act of its officer entered.

– Lieutenant Hilt! – Introduced himself entered.

It was a man of medium height, trim, with an aquiline nose, a black beard, with graceful arched eyebrows above the brown-green intelligent eyes. He was dressed in an officer’s field uniform security guard. From the former shepherd in appearance, not left gone. In his appearance felt a calmness that has been acquired over the years. The officer looked at Misar disguise, assessing the seriousness of the situation, forcing himself to get into the Adviser “skin” simple guards. Misar gave him a quick glance:

– How old are you?

– Thirty-nine! – Answered Hilt.

– Well, that’s forty. Yes no matter the age, Mr. Hilt, times have changed! – Making allusion to the masquerade, the adviser said. – Go! Hilt was closer to the table. Misar handed a sealed envelope

Hilt with the words: – There warrant, take the armored car guard and deliver me from the city jail inmate. Three minutes later, accompanied by two armored car guards on ant gravitational motorcycles, rustling tires, rolled toward the city outskirts Mirage…

– Renee! – Misar turned to the waiter! – You have more than thirty years in the service.

– Yes, it is. – Not without a hint of pride, flattered by the attention highborn personages, said the footman.

– And have a good memory?

– At a lackey no memory. – Renee replied evasively, thinking: “He wants to find out the secret bunker.”

– You, Renee, loyal and faithful servant, and many secrets of the palace opened to you.

– Yes, Sir, one of the advantages of footman – the ability to store

entrusted secrets.

– Then tell me what kind of person Hilt?

Renee sighed with relief: “So, on the bunker Rishi did not have time report of death. Now, no one but me knows about it existence. “idea of superiority and power over Adviser even over by the President himself pleasantly tickled vanity. Silence delayed, but did not interrupt Misar pause, giving Renee gather his thoughts. Finally servant replied: – Sir, this is a dedicated and brave soldier. Mr. Zhevil it is very appreciated since then, as the President has abolished bodyguard.

– But I heard that the President of Hilt had saved lives, and more than once!

– Yes, it is.

– And could you, Renee, call me a man who would was knowledgeable about all things personal security of the President?

– Ort, Sir. He was a dedicated man of your predecessor. Misar nodded his head, he was not mistaken in his calculations by sending a prisoner of Hilt. Gesture Misar released

lackey. He took a leisurely movement tray with an empty cup coffee and slipped out from under the door. Misar lost in thought…

Vehicle start is scheduled for half of the ninth. Ort, dressed in heavy space suit that can withstand all the trouble of space, standing near the ship in anticipation lift. Next, addressing his pet and faithful servant, was Adviser to the President, the predecessor Misar, Rishi. This flight is scheduled to secrecy not only from the President, but also from government circles.

– You have to do it! – With unconcealed excitement Rishi said, resting his hooked carried a bearded cheek Ort. – Whatever happened to deliver the material sooner the better for both of us.

Gusts steppe wind howled high in the metal structure supports, drowning out the words.

Finally, the elevator doors opened mouth, which disappeared astronaut, and quickly ascended to the round hole entrance to the space ship. Rishi statue stood and watched the little mouse eyes, as the elevator is removed rectangle. And when Ort entered into a rocket, he went to the waiting nearby aircraft. Ort already counting the last seconds before the start. Plane Rishi has managed to escape over the horizon, as the site appeared armored car. A powerful jet blast threw the car as a grain of sand. All who were in it were killed, except one, it was Hilt. Rocket flight passed without communication path where there is no monitoring stations by space, so to find a ship in space failed. Going beyond the solar system. Ort brought the ship to the flight path of the comet Gall with the rotation period of 400 light-years. Meanwhile, in the chapel of Hilt itself. Finding that accompanied the capture age group died, he decided to get out of this the case without waiting for assistance. Getting out of the piles of metal, which turned the car, he moved in a northwesterly direction, hoping to get to the first corridor of passenger aircraft in order to call for help, and most importantly, to hide traces of the rocket launch, because he acted in strict confidence by

personal mission of the President… So, the commandant of the city jail to learn that Hilt sent

Misar himself, bowed before him, even invited for a cup of tea But the guard and raised an eyebrow, handing the package was left waiting at the gate. Tollbooth was a dark building, stuffed novelties electronics like pie filling. Prisoners of such prison, though not seen a sharp eye warden, but felt no less free than to have visited their counterparts. The prisoner appeared to open the doors almost simultaneously with the battle of vintage watches on Fire Tower, a monument of antiques. Hilt started to learn it Ort, but mastering them, missed it in the car, he sat beside her.

– To the palace! – In the car, Hilt, does not help feeling grabbed the prisoner’s shoulders.

– Ort! – Exclaimed in excitement! – Is this you?

– Hilt! – Ort surprise knew no bounds.

– I thought that you are no longer alive.

– Almost buried, as you see, alive.

– So what you train? Damn it!

– Since the death of Rishi, I did not care about their safety – and lo!

– Yeah, right, I did not know it was there it seemed to me you withdrew.

– Where are we going?

– To the Adviser.

– I wonder why I needed him?

– God knows why, I do not know what it will be you.

– You approached it?

– I’m the same as in the days of our acquaintance, remember?

– Yes, it took a lot of time since then. Misar still walks in the pets?

– They say it even affects the President. If you Misar wait, so they’ll have you. This to me is not the present case.

– What are you havoc. Hilt?

– I’ll do anything for you, and you, if given case for me. – Said Hilt.

– It’s a deal…

– It’s a deal … – And former enemies became friends.

The car stopped in the courtyard of the palace. The wide staircase they entered the front door into the hallway. Hilt led the prisoner to the office Misar.

– Report to the Minister about me! – Said the adjutant on duty at the desk in the reception area.

He disappeared through the door cabinet, three seconds later, the door opened: – Please! – He was invited to enter. – And you! – Asked the adjutant to Hilt! – Asked to wait. This alerted Ort. The feeling is even more entrenched, Misar when he saw who was sitting at his desk and did not raise the head from the market. Well-groomed, with a delicate blush face of the minister, flawlessly

curled up his mustache so prim and proper beard attached that indescribable look of the exterior, which puts complacency over the years the authorities. After a rather long silence Minister finally

deign to look.

– Ah, well, it’s you! – Trying as much as possible viper said Misar. Ort barely restrained myself from pleasure to smash his head minister still strong fist.

– Why did you put me in jail? – He growled angrily.

– Oh, yeah, it’s been so long! – Pulled Misar words. – You seem to be. do not refuse service to Rishi.

– Ah! So that’s what you baked me.

– I ask you, did you fly into space in the case of the Ministry of or the President?

– I flew there in a difficult moment for our country. It was Come time to be not be war. And, as you know, due to the fact that we have become a hundred times stronger than the other, our country has remained makes it a strong president. But Hilt with his friends saved the authority of the President. As I said, they got to the rocket itself, and the best of them died. Hilt set off alone. Soon I spotted tracking station. Hilt he took out of my hands and carefully record delivered to the President, of course, it is costly. Then you know. In front of representatives of the governments subservient was produced an explosion at the South Pole. A thick layer of ice deposited over the centuries in this vast continent, in a few moments was swept into the ocean. A huge water bank three times attacked the coastal states, causing death and resignation before the power our country. The power of the President was saved. Rishi paid disease and died. An Hilt and goes to the lieutenants. Here it – the generosity of Lords.

 

– Tell me, Ort, who has been with Hilt at the time of your return?

– This you can ask him. Well, that’s all. So What will happen to me?

– Hey, watch! Take him away! – Ordered Misar. Ort brought back entrance to the car, parked in the yard, and, pushed rough inside, slammed the door…

Renee filed a strict formal dress and helped to change Adviser form, as befits in such cases. Adviser, as well as members of the government, it is rarely used modern means of communication, preferring personal contacts with the President. Dressed and examined herself in the mirror, pleased Misar said: – Take me. Renee, lighting a lantern narrow corridor had Misar to the secret door of the President’s office. The office of the adjutant on duty when the remote his desk lit red button means “let no one, no one to connect.” Noticing key aide turned signal accurately determine the end of the ban. When the door opened in the wall, letting the Adviser, the President was sitting in a large chair, chin propped on his hands. His steel-gray eyes reflected the impenetrable walls of pinkish shimmer.

– Audience is scheduled for twenty-two zero. Running late, Misar. – Without looking, firm voice said Tir.

– Excuse me, Mr. President. – Leaning in obeisance, Misar waited. “Cunning fox! – Thought Tir, – he still hopes to fight me.”

– I need reliable dedicated people who are able to fulfill any order in a critical situation. Where are they? – Barked lord. Misar rapidly blinking eye lids, then screwing them into the slits of cunning, said with undisguised flattery:

– Mr. President, you were pleased to know where they are?

– Look, Co-vet is intimately, I’m not going to listen to, let alone more to tell you a fable. Answer on the merits!

– Mr. Hilt. – Briefly stated Misar.

– Fine. – The president nodded his head. He long known the courage and bravery of devotional officer. His agility and resourcefulness, but as a person who is used to rake in another’s hands glow, gave the opportunity to come to the same conclusion to his advisers.

– Yes, I remember him, he did his the best side. – And knowing all that talked with Adviser Ort, through eavesdropping equipment, took a pre-cooked pre-recorded media, he added: – show it to him.

Having opened his mouth, Adviser wanted to say something, but the words

stuck in his throat, his eyes met the eyes of the Lords of the World. Taking

The USB flash drive with recording, he moved back to the door.

In the hallway, he turned his back to the office and hurried to him. Along the way Misar thinking:

“One way or another, and carry out the orders they still have mine, and so my skin and they will save the name of the President.” Satisfied with that in mind, it was a dark corridor frozen by guards.

Renee with dog-like devotion waiting for its new owner in cabinet doors.

– No news was that? – Asked Misar appeared.

– All is calm, Sir. – Posted by Renee, what Misar motioned to leave. For a moment Counselor’s office was in the middle, with his large the lapels of his fingers vests, wondering about something intently. But Suddenly a sharp movement opened the office door and called out: – Mr. Hilt! – Insinuating voice was drowned in the depths of a dark corridor. Hilt was sleeping on the couch near the window.

– Mr. Hilt! – A sound response. Misar briskly walked over to his desk. On the keyboard, remote scored a personal code of Hilt. On the wide belt guard immediately give the green call key, and small screen has issued a series of numbers, a caller code, in that same moment he heard a rhythmic tone. Hilt sleepy body slid off the couch on a soft carpet.

Hilt rose. Having found a green light, read the code on a screen belt and turned signal. Straightened form hastened Misar to the office.

– I beg your pardon, Mr. Counsel. – He said, entering.

– Nothing, nothing! – Almost tenderly replied Misar. The tone of the Adviser gave Hilt vigor, in that moment he remembered Ort.

Meanwhile Misar got up from his desk and placed in a comfortable chair, pointing to another Hilt, invited to sit down. On the coffee table is a bottle of good with a cocktail two glasses, Renee took care of it in advance.

– Mr. Hilt, I need a brave and loyal man, pouring cocktail glasses, spoke Misar! – For this I have invited you.

– You can have me, Mr. Counsel, as you will anything.

– Not so long ago happened to you one more adventure. On the face of Hilt display the sincere bewilderment.

– I will remind you about the history of the comet Gall, travel with your two friends.

– What kind of friends? – Surprise again asked Hilt.

– Yes, the same as those with which you began the service by the President.

– I do not understand, Mr. Counsel, in those years, I had a lot of friends.

– Right you say gives the President.

– The President? – Surprised Hilt.

– So, this thing proves it.

Misar got a flash drive with recording space information, taken from the comet Gall Ort. Hilt was slow but cautious. Then, without saying a word, Counsel reached for the remote on the table and the flash drive into the slot videophone. The familiar image hologram alien worlds floated before the astonished gaze of Hilt, his thoughts returning to the days of violent youth.

– Yes, there were three! – Confidentially began Hilt! – Two of the We left the service. – Hilt dropped his gaze. – We have not seen so long time.

– Who are these people?

– They are able to decorate any president of his bearing, skill and bravery.

– Yes, yes, but I’m interested in names.

– This is the captain and lieutenant Azon Dumar.

– Yes, I’ve heard of them. The President regretted that they had left service, citing the refusal of Tir to have bodyguards.

– Times change, Mr. Counselor?

– Yes, yes. He asked me to find good dedicated people to personal protection. You might not find them?

– But, Mr. Counsel, will they return to service?

– What service as a bodyguard of President no better and no any honorable occupation?

– If you are well paid for it.

Misar pretended not to hear. Hilt repeated: – If you paid for it, well paid.

– Yes, yes … – Muttered under his breath Adviser.

– For the good pay and the content, I can give them.

– Well, then go ahead.

– What guarantees do I get?

Misar winced. After some negotiations Adviser appointed captain of a solid salary, almost exceeding twice the salary of the palace guards and a whole range of benefits, However, Lieutenant Azon to get his title. Hilt is Misar signed and vacation, providing a fair amount of money ordered to go in search of: – Such people need to serve the Mirage and the President. – Said he took leave of Hilt… In Cathedral Square trodden people scattered scraps of newspapers

and magazines, listening to the voice of the speaker. He stood out from the hill, standing out above the heads of the crowd with a megaphone in his hand and shouted out long sentences. The amplified voice echoing in the Gothic structure Cathedral, drowned in shouts of encouragement listeners. Approaching, Hilt began to distinguish female figures with children, dressed in colorful costumes with inscriptions on the back and chest. A group of policemen stood by, watching the gathering, allowing the speaker to speak and listen to the crowd. Hilt asked them:

– What is the Sabbath?

– Yes, and it looks like not going to give up. – Answered one.

– And the union?

– Do not prostitutes union. But there seems to be created.

– And it will be: “The trade union sex workers.” – Grinning, he said Hilt.

– Likely. – Seriously, police confirmed.

– For two months did not think to give up.

But Hilt was not listening. He hurried to the hotel, “Ray.” Exotic structure of the hotel looked like an ancient barn. This listed building served as the main entrance to thirty floors ultra-modern skyscraper that capture the imagination of light soaring structure. Transparent leaf lobby door quietly departed, letting in Hilt. The spacious room was not crowded. The left Bright corner sat an old man in a chair. He is dressed in gray wool suit with a newspaper in his hands. The second is younger, dressed in jeans, standing at the bar and drank a cocktail. The third came after him. It was a middle-aged man w cloak dark blue with a black leather suitcase in his right hand. An administrator at the counter, long, lean, with a curly beard and a hooked nose, from a distance, seeing Hilt, nodded to him, Friendly smiling. Nodding in response, Hilt up to my three-room “luxury.” In a small whims on the wall hung a large mirror in the digs person. Hilt immediately reflected in it. And look, meticulously thrown on the face and body, said mesh of wrinkles around the eyes, but slightly drooping shoulders – compelling signs of fatigue. Sighing, he sat down on a chair and took off his shoes, uniforms, and then coveralls. The second room was a living room, where he entered after a shower slippers and bathrobes. At the coffee table with a stack of newspapers and fashion magazines standing floor lamp and two chairs. Middle of the room spread a soft wool rug with a pattern bizarre decorated in old green and yellow colors. On the walls hang

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