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– So you vouch for one another? – Blue eyes, gazing at Azon, narrowed.

– Yes, Sir! – Confidently replied.

– And you probably forgot how he got to us! – Having spoken to Azon’ man looked younger than his years. Dry face, long a hooked nose, a network of wrinkles around the eyes and drooping eyebrows gave the holder a striking resemblance to a bird of prey. Posture complemented similarity with the stamp, bird, feeding on carrion. Hilt, who was standing nearby, grimaced at the sight prickly boss.

– I’ve been out of work for two years. I have nothing to eat. – Stepped in Hilt.

– Well, we still check it out. – Answered the boss! – In the meantime, sit up identification. Imperceptible movement of eyebrows planter was enough. Two burly guards tied his hands and dragged him through Hilt tropical sun-drenched courtyard in the barracks, on the wall of which

sportd the number “2.” In the semi-darkness of the chamber, which pushed Hilt was unbearable stuffy and smelled of mildew and mice. Hilt stopped in the middle of concrete bag. His eyes slowly became accustomed to the darkness. Gray walls, ceiling and floor. Opposite door in the wall above his head came through the narrow window light. Another clang lock for chipped iron door and removes logs, echoed in the silence ringing in the ears blood Hilt yes deaf heartbeats. When the boss finally broke away from scattered on the writing desktop market and deliberately looked in surprise at Azon. Long, full of contempt glance – what could be more offensive that, but Azon resist. Downcast eyes, he waited.

– Oh, are you still here?

– It should be understood that, Sir, as you agree? – In hoping asked Azon.

– I do not like to say, my friend! – With a hint of irritation said planter! – But since you insist, I will answer. Follow back and wait for further instructions!

Azon plane with associated weight soared into the air and headed on Nayami. On the plantation, the middle of nowhere, days passed after day, and every day someone died of slaves. Dead bodies are not burned, they simply buried wrapped in sheets. A month has passed since Hilt was thrown in a box number 2. The term is quite sufficient to kill any starvation death. During this period, Azon twice visited the plantation and each time the meeting took place efficiently, without unnecessary, is not related to the smuggling of words. In one such visit met with Azo Ani.

– How do you wind? -Sad smile slid into the girl’s face.

– Annie, my dear, I want you to pull yourself out of this and hell.

Anya was gone instantly mood. Her huge brown eyes filled with tears webs eyelashes and red. She glanced impatiently at Azon, then turned away. There was a awkward silence. In the emergency room, where they talked, smelled strongly of drugs. On a chair by the door with the words “doctor”, a security guard was sitting, his shaking with fever. He moaned softly, seemed he did not care, take it or not. Azon leaned to the bride, gently took her by the elbow and whispered, ear:

– I’m not kidding, get a grip. Escape appointed…

He called the date, but the sudden roar of the falling body drowned word. The guard fell unconscious in his chair. Two blacks nurses accompanied Ani quickly blew it. At the door

office girl turned, their eyes met. Azon realized that it is ready to escape…

Two native-servant came up with a stretcher to the camera. Door opened for the first time, a month from the moment when Hilt was pushed into it. One of the servants, accompanied by a security guard, entered inside the chamber. An involuntary cry burst from the lips of the logged as his eyes slid waxy pale figure standing dead dummy in the middle of the chamber. The guard fiercely pushed the second slave in the room, tirelessly whipping whip on his bare back. Anyone struggling with superstitious fear, trembling hands joined fellow, wrapping cold body of the prisoner sheet. When this was done, the slaves laid the body on a stretcher, after linking synthetic straps hands and feet. The corpse buried in the temporarily cleared area in the jungle.

These small areas are overgrown clearings within a month beyond recognition, good hiding grave.

Dazzling tropical night. Yes, yes, it is dazzling. Eyes open spaces filled with silver light over solid sea of green. Foliage in these rays becomes mysterious luster, a mirage Sea occurs before the astonished gaze, and it seems as if before you frozen giant waves, sparkling reflections of the moon

radiance. Greens are not just silver paint but black shadows create a bizarre landscape paintings.

Rare cries of night dwellers so sharp and sudden that gold blood. On such nights the local Aborigines sitting, crouching, in their huts, shivering with superstitious fear, for the very evil spirit

goes hunting. Shamans draw it in a long black toga with ferocious face, smeared with mud, mixed with the blood of the murdered the victim. Do not get caught in its path, ruthless spirit…

Here are the two eyes flashed lights in a dark space jungle. Moment – and a black shadow in the fast paced jumping flashed with green tree in the bush. A desperate cry of the defeated victim rolled over the forest. The clearing dotted with mounds of fresh earth, emerged from the darkness of the jungle with a black panther prey. In the tenacious jaws of the beast in its death throes squirmed baboon. Panther looked around, lay down, plunging his claws forepaws a booty, and, growling, began a bloody feast. Suddenly the beast alert. He raised his head, not moving

froze. Ears Panthers moved, struck up a brush on silver hairs. Another moment – and the beast sprang to his feet, forgetting about the production and quietly disappeared into the blackness of the night shadows. There was silence, broken by distant shouts yes rustling of sleeping animals. It seemed that nothing can disturb the peace of the glade. There was a rustle in the silence, no, rather, a groan, and maybe it’s the sound of broken branches. Undoubtedly, it is a dangerous predator, dangerous and frightful panther. The moon has frozen over rides, and the shadows of the trees hid under the crown, shone more brightly moonlit hills yes fresh shoots in between. A strange sound came again, became clearer and clearer sound like a moan. Yes, it is heard a deep groan, chilling, it seemed, he awakens an evil spirit from the darkness of the grave. Suddenly collapsed on the ground freshly educated hill. In one place lumps of agglomerated movement stronger, more and more began to move earth, scattering around. Suddenly seemed smeared with mud fingers frantically gasping for air, began to look for invisible support. Then came the hand of the hill and show the human head. Lick it was terrible. Waxy pale, clay-stained face, clotted hair and thinness inspired by a true representation of the face in an alien from beyond the Kingdom of the Dead. The person applying the last vestiges of strength, crawled to the surface. He burst out of my chest frequent wheezing. Skinny chest heaving, his mouth withered lips snapped crisp air. He suddenly fell silent, breathing became a faltering, barely perceptible sigh. Firebreak silence, mixed with the chirping of cicadas and the distant cries of the rare inhabitants of the jungle. It took quite a time bush hid the shadows black sprawled on the grass alien. Finally, he stirred, moaned and crawled on all fours a spreading tree. On the way hand bumped into something soft and sticky, the man stopped in disgust twitched all over, sat down and began to wipe his hand on the grass stained.

Groaned again, then tried to get up, he is succeeded only for a moment. With a heavy groan, he fell to the zee. In issuing frequent groans, it causes the body to crawl forward to the bush. His stubborn struggle was crowned with success. Thick rubber tree trunk rested securely in the back. Catching his breath, he groped his hands around the trunk that it was looking for. Soon fell into the hands of the package by throwing rotten foliage. With trembling hands, he began to prostrate to untie knots, occasionally helping his teeth. But the forces were too weak. With great difficulty, still managed to untie one, then the other. Twine was finally thrown from a piece of thick brown substance. Digging in the convolution, the man took out a flask and convulsively twitching, drank the contents. Strength slowly returned. Thoughts acquired meanings: – “Only would not mix … "– flashed lightning in the brain. clarify in mind flashed a wild dance jar lid. red, blue, yellow and then red, blue, yellow… so on to infinity, when finally able to see the color of which he saws: – “Bright red, red…” So, all right. Further contents blue, then yellow. The fluid returns forces the body to recover. Tropical night came to an end. Moon quietly disappeared, drowned in the darkness of the jungle. Down here, under the arches of the vegetation, it is not noticeable decline. Only denote the brighter star on a piece of the sky, outlined rides, but the tip of the black canopy of giant trees have become sharper. Sultry tropical day not long in coming. Almost since the advent of the first ray of the sun reigned triumphant general discordant. Significant mysterious night noises and screams were drowned in it, blending until the next night. A person under the crown of a rubber tree stood upright. His body took the form of a strong muscular male. Figure athlete does not like the gaunt skeleton covered with yellow skin, how he came out of the darkness of the grave. Dressed in a long black robe, he pulled out of the convolution small pencil case. In the box were turned mirror, brushes and make-up. To attach mirror to the tree trunk, he carefully took the work on her face.