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Semigorsk, June 26, 2009

A briefing has come to an end. Everyone went down today but most of all Boris Batkin, correspondent of the local news. Arseny Danilov, Chief of Division, wasn't able to say anything in his defense. Awry.

«Don't leave yet» he nodded to Boris and Natalya. «In my office in five minutes».

Peter-newbie met them by the door.

«There is a guest» he nodded toward the office.

«Friend. A good old friend» Arseny caught curiosity of his colleagues and waved his hand.

An elegant elderly gentleman was sitting by the coffee table flipping through a binder of local press. A couple of phrases exchanged with Arseny had gave out his Moscow accent.

«Well,» Boris set himself at ease. «Looks like brain washing will not last long».

And he was wrong. They left the office by the dusk. But in a completely different mood. The tonus of Arseny was boosted up by their guest – master of astrology Mikhail Danilovich Marmarov. And not just toning up. The guest breathed a thrill, an enthusiasm and a courage into him! Without all of it any reporter sometimes degenerates into a servant.