Judging by that you to me have told, you have already written the statement. Another, I think, it is not necessary to submit.
But same there were these... You have told that they worked nonprofessionally.
Well, all of them will equally give a course to the statement. You understand, how at all of us is arranged. Clearly that it not
our department. To press not another's department I cannot - the advantage of it will not be, only harm., Of course, I know
people, I will call whom it is necessary, I promise. I think, with you will communicate - dostochno quickly.
Let's admit, will communicate - and what then?
There will be an investigation. If that seems strange - at once call to me. We will continue conversation.
In these last words told by a confident voice as it seemed to Century F, the confidence was delanaja, but the phrase is
obviously aimed at summing up to a theme - at least, on a tonight. Remembering the promise given to Tatyana, Century F
nevertheless has told:
I here about what wished to ask, Feodor Ignatevich... Behind apartment after all supervision was for certain conducted. It is
possible to learn, when Gosha there has come, to check up, can, it was with someone...
Let's find out. - now precisely followed change the subject.
"Looking at a beam of a purple decline..." Rushed because of the door upholstered with leatherette.
You, probably, would not like on pension.
And to whom, Bringing down, it would be desirable? Alas, it is all on-whether-tic. In this case, east. As you know, in simplicity
at us becomes nothing. Still?
When in the end, after tea, Century F has asked Feodor Ignatevicha to take into the charge papers, that has frowned, but
took.
They have come back home not so late, but exhausted, izmochalennye to a breakdown. It would not be desirable to talk.
Have laid down to sleep at once, having turned a back to each other.
During the most deaf time of night T.V. Has suddenly woken up and has woken Century F.
The dream has dreamt me. It cannot be simple mockery. I am absolutely assured...
Sitting on bed, it has compressed hands a head. Weak, greenish light of lanterns joined a window.
In the sleep I have been absolutely assured that Gosha somewhere here, nearby. It somewhere in a city, I was absolutely
near to this place. Any house, in the house darkly. I went around. Barefoot on snow. At me feet have very much frozen. For
some reason it seems to me that the woman is got mixed up in this business.
Feet at you really ice. poteret?