- You will know, how at week-day nadiratsja.
- Yes not nadiralsja I that you, really. Pivka has a little bit drunk with children......
How, interestingly, Michael was kept on a tail during this race? The locator at it any is not present. I have jerked - from a
place, at once have broken away, to it after all still it was necessary to react... And how it now on usual "kerosinke" keeps
up with me?. However, at it the motor strengthened. E, yes and here the motor strengthened - the PRO!.
It nasharil a microphone.
- Michael? - I, the mister the President.
- How are you doing? - All o-kej. We dry drawers pomalenku.
- artemu, of course, has already told tales? - And how? Has reported, how it is necessary.
- "As it is necessary", "as it is necessary"... On a tail at me well you hang? With the kerosinkoj? - We Pull pomalenku, -
Michael vigorously replied. Too it is vigorous.
- Clearly. But if all the same you will lag behind, remember: turn on Red Visherku, the hundred fifty ninth kilometre. And further
- under indexes...
- I know a route, the mister the President... And I will not lag behind, you do not worry.
- Oh, oh, oh - what we assured! All right. I hope for you... Over.
It would be necessary to communicate as well with the general, but he - was afraid. He in general tried not to think of the
Viscount, and he did not think of it - the Viscount was present where nearby - melancholy and hopelessly, as if the pain
curtailed into a ball deafened analgetikom. Very much it would be desirable to strike still gazku, in general to pass to an air
cushion - in a flight mode, - but then there was a risk to gobble up long before the purpose all fuel and to remain at all on
beans. Certainly, if to be assured that on turn will necessarily meet an escort then it would be possible and to risk, but he has
solved now in what not to be assured. It had a sensation that a good luck limit for today (and for many days forward,
probably) it has already settled... And can, be refuelled? Gaz stations - each fifty-hundred kilometres, soon should be next. It -
would be possible. But - time... TIME! Time is not present absolutely. As money. As health. Or it is does not suffice, or is not
The gaz station has arisen in the distance in a flickering blizzard, as if small paradise of local value - sparkling fires, tender
and tempting. It is necessary to dare. Refuelling are five minutes, a minimum. With all advertising features, inevitable and
viscous, as sweet of a rahat lakoum.
- Let's refuel? - He has asked.
- And how many in a tank? - The tank quarter, hardly is more.