Creatures of the night
Viktoria Koshkina. Creatures of the night
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The street is empty. Doesn’t catch sight the uniform passerby. A solid hour I stick out here, and by didn’t run even a dog. In any case the dog, in general isn’t present anybody. Where all got to? As though feel, skunks… Alone, seemingly, it is necessary to stay here till the morning.
I got the mobile phone from a pocket to look what time is it now. I was distracted by a door scratch round the corner. It has to be, someone left bar.
– Hi, owner.
The muffled knocks on metal stopped, the man stood. Passed two seconds after from under Lada crept out a man forty five years, and with astonishment stared at me, sitting on the earth with a wrench in hands.