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– Yes, everything comes out as it should, Alexander Ilyich, do not worry, – and the man at the phone drank a big sip from a wide glass, – as I promised. Work, you know, is in full swing. We try, we execute everything. Here, we have already received ten. The customers don’t mind – and let her have a polite giggle.

But, the face was very tense, the veins on the temples swelled. Apparently, this conversation was not friendly. And that man had considerable power over the inhabitant of this apartment. A man with a phone in his hand, sat down in a large, just gorgeous leather chair, and put his feet on a bench. On the handle. sat down scantily clad girl. An evil grimace distorted the face of the sitter, his right hand clenched into a fist. He knocked lightly on the seat, barely restraining his anger.

But he only slapped the girl on the buttocks, completely businesslike, driving her away. He raised his finger to his lips, calling for silence. She made a grimace a little offended, and moved to the sofa, which was nearby. Not too discouraged, poured herself a full glass of wine.

– I received a new database from the main office, my messenger will deliver it to you – after a pause, a voice came from the device – work carefully and do not bury yourself. Transfer money to crypt. You know that little man on «Gardener,» these operations should be done only through him. No amateur performance, otherwise you know me…

– Of course… Yes, it would be very useful to get new data. And then the contingent remained insolvent. How do you make a plan here, Alexander Ilyich? You understand, you need options. New topics, complex approach. And, you still promised me protection. And then you know, the police took me into development, exactly… I feel it will not end well…

– Nothing, I will solve all questions, you can not worry… You, I have to drop me information… Well, you yourself know what. Then everything will be even. No one will touch you with a finger! Well, except for me, of course… – and laughter from the telephone began to be heard.

The man in the chair immediately sweated, and hurriedly wiped his red forehead with a red paper napkin.

«Yes, you see, it’s not easy,» the man said plaintively, almost whimpering, dropping the glass on the floor, «what will it be for me?» After all, they will kill, you know what kind of people… They will simply tear them apart, they will spread on rags. The end will come to me then! – the man poured again, putting a glass from the floor on the tabletop, – regret it, for Christ’s sake..

– So you go to church, sit down on the porch, you look, they will pour money there. You will bother to squander your pockets. Don’t fool the guy, but do what you’re told. You yourself know the system – «entry ruble, exit, already two.» And then there are many things behind you, if you want to jump off, we’ll bring you back. We will get you from where you want, And you will decide to run away, because this is the case… Once, and which car will move you, three times, but, purely by accident, – and again the interlocutor laughed, – relax. We expect results from you.

– And I would, Polish passport. So, for fidelity.

– What’s not Brazilian?

– Closer to Europe, you know.

There was no answer. The conversation ended abruptly, as if completely chopped off with an ax. The man sighed heavily, looked at the wall of the apartment. He weighed everything in his hand, as if he wanted to launch it into the wall. But, carefully put the phone on the TV cabinet. I poured myself another square bottle, emptied the glass to the bottom. Sat down on the sofa. As if remembering something important, slowly, as if checking, kissed the girl on bright red lips. Now, for him, time seems to have stopped.