The young man has spent eyes on the Share, has glanced through his shoulder on boots, has looked at the cyberyard
keeper who rocked a step below the Field, zhazhdushche having spread wide manipulators, and, slightly having turned a
head, has called негромко:Саша, and Sasha! Leave for a minute. To you here any victim.
Let will come, - prorokotal from laboratory bowels a familiar bass.
The belobrysyj young man has again inspected Fields.
It is impossible for it, - he has told. - it strongly septic.
So disinfect it, - has reached from laboratory. - I with pleasure will wait.
Long it is necessary to you... - there has begun the young man.
And here Pol is plaintive воззвал:Виу, Sasha! Same I, your Polli! In laboratory something with a thunder has fallen, from
doors pahnulo cool air as from an underground tunnel, belobrysogo the young man has carried aside, and on a threshold
there was Alexander Kostylin, huge, wide, in a huge white dressing gown. Its hands with thumbs up something have been
densely greased, and it held them in the parties, as the surgeon during operation.
Viu, Polli! - it has shouted, and the gone crazy cyberyard keeper has rolled down from a porch and has rushed along street.
pol has fallen the cudgel and has selflessly rushed arms of a white dressing gown.
Its bones have crackled. "Here to me and the end", - has thought it and просипел:Прощай... Sasha... The darling...
polli... Small Polli! - basisto Kostylin cooed, squeezing Fields elbows. - to what it is healthy that you here! pol struggled, as a
lion, and it at last managed to be released. The belobrysyj young man, with fear watching offstage meetings, has with relief
sighed, has picked up a cudgel with boots and has submitted to its Field.
Well, how you? - Kostylin has asked, smiling from ear to ear.
Anything, thanks, - Pol has told. - It is live.
And we here as you see, krestjanstvuem, - Kostylin has told. - we Feed you, freeloaders...
The kind at you very impressive, - has told Pol.
Kostylin has looked at the hands.