Текст книги "Don't kill"

Автор книги: Boris Gorowoi

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Colonel’s heart felt a stream of warm air. Gavin also drank a glass of yellow drink.

– Give me to taste?

– Come on.

– It is sour! – started Colonel.

Gavin was sucking yellow cheap liquor, with ice cubes and fat silkworm larvae, and said testing:

– Maybe you give me this?

– What do you mean?

– That, string.

– For what?

– I'll give it to the boss.

Colonel took out of his service jacket pocket a package and, having made sure that the thread was in place, put it back. He kept silent.

*

– Gavin – he could hardly say – you are far from reality. Me too.

– Who are they?

Colonel remembered with a shudder, as this thread crept into the back of the lieutenant of the Boeing.

– Don’t beat about the bush.

– I hate pathos. But their potential can make a lightning military coup in the USA. If you want, help me.

It was Gavin who had to continue. He thought for a while and delayed the activation of his cell phone for calling the authorities.

– And who are you? – Gavin stared at Colonel, studying him struggling. – Is it KGB’s task?

– No, – Dux looked up. – I'm an ordinary man now!

Gavin drank up the liqueur of the silkworm larvae with melted ice and muttered:

– Well?

– What is your rank?

– A major.

– Not high. Is the police subordinated the FBI major?

– Yes.

– Now listen, Gavin. The only way out is to destroy their control center. If they consolidate in the US military warehouses, it will be too late. Now come on.

*

Colonel dialed Mari's number. She answered immediately and sent him a message with the address.

"Thank you." Then he thought for a moment. "Smiley. How are you?

"Well? Smiley. And how are you? "

"Everything is perfect."

"I will answer later. Smiley".

– Let's go!

A taxi passed by the dark red brick buildings of Harlem alone the empty Marcus Garvey Park, crossed the Harlem East River and moved on along the great Robert Kennedy freeway across the expressionless Triborough bridges. Dux suddenly remembered the words of the New York resident, Emma Lazarus, who wrote the words hidden in the Statue of Liberty.

"Give me your tired, your poor,

Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,

The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.

Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,

I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"

It was incomprehensible, but Colonel clearly imagined himself in another aspect. As if two hundred years ago, he was already in the hold of a huge ship with many people lying on the straw, and full of rats. Finally, after weeks of painful transition, they got out on the deck and looked at the wooden pier of the New World. And they cried with happiness, breathing into pure raw sea air and the smell of freedom.

– What is it? – thought Colonel. – deja vu, a non-deleted memory film? Or an omen?

Gavin, who was quite relaxed, suddenly stirred up and screamed.

– What is the plan?

Colonel returned to the ground.

– I'll be on the ship. I have a question to you. You have to arrange everything for these ... not to leave the ship in Manhattan.

– What? Did you got it !?

– If I do not come in three hours or don’t send a message, blow up this ship in trash. Completely!

– And what about you?

– Yes, with me. Because I have already an asphalt disease!

Gavin looked at sempai with respect. Having passed the Wards Island and the iron Triborough Bridge, the taxi drove at Queens.

– We will come soon, – said coldly Colonel. He looked at Gavin. – I'll tell you a secret – he smiled – you wanted to give it to the authorities? You don’t have to look far for examples.

Colonel again took out the string. Another end he prudently tied in a strong double knot. Gavin looked at it like at a performance.

– If it climbs inside, weld on the bliss, guy.

– What? – Gavin's stared at him.

– Don’t you understand? To the bolts!

– That is a nonsense! – Gavin entered the intense-derformed state.

Gavin did not want to start the deed with such senior fellow. He wanted simply to disappear. But he drove off a sense of cowardice and weak spot. He realized that Colonel was just trying to laugh before the mortal combat.

The taxi driver, a middle-aged silent Puerto Rican, asked the way. Having left the Triborough, the taxi drove at the thirty-second Queens and having drove a little, slowly moved along the northern neighborhoods of Astoria.

*

Colonel suddenly saw that the taxi was driving along the Steinway Street.

From the depths of his memory he got the name William Steinway. Through all associations, Dux suddenly remembered his Siberian childhood where in a deep storage, in dust, there was a piano "Steinway & Sons" with a gilded inscription and with the harp sign. It was the most mysterious thing at Aunt’s Rose place, as well as a huge Gospel of the genealogy from Adam and Eve.

Twenty years have passed. Colonel had to cross the border to the north of Magdeburg, where he, for half a year, has been naturalizing in BRD with the forged passport of the Hanover university student majoring on "development". Then he accidentally found a town Seesen with beautiful sad fields of Lower Saxony. And local grateful residents touchingly told him, as in 1822, there was created the first piano of Heinrich Steinweg, in the kitchen of his modest house.

And as in 1853 at the age of fifty three years, the future multimillionaire with five sons has emigrated to the USA, where he made a piano Steinway number four hundred eighty three, having changed in the word.

*

The driver touched Dux, who had dozed off.

– Here we are! – Colonel paid the taxi driver.

– Well?

– Come on.

Probably, there had never been such ill-assorted super spies in the world. Gavin, a young-looking boy, very tall, with a slim antique profile and intelligence, shuddered from that awful monster. Colonel, plain, short, wide-shouldered with cold piercing blue eyes, scars, with a sailor walk, was walking along the night porter, looked at Gavin, as at a dancer. Gavin till today hadn’t to kill a man. In the evenings, he, at least twice a week, went to Broadway to listen classical music of the Juilliard School graduate students, the ballet at the Metropolitan Opera or corporative parties. Colonel, who always had to do his troublesome gloomy hard work, during his spare time, went to the park, to the forest or to the mountains where he thought and cognized the truth. Gavin enjoyed pleasant conversation, and when he was alone, he listened to music in big headphones, watched TV or played Stalker. At job, he always worked with someone, all the more, in the USA is not accepted to walk alone. Colonel liked movement, the sound of wind, sun changing images of the world, the taste of ice-clear water, woman warm and smells of the city. And worked alone, having clenched his teeth at his hated job.

*

Moving small bounds, detectives approached the sinister huge red multipurpose cargo ship "Handicaps." Firstly, Colonel offered to climb a huge striped construction which consisted of four awful pipes, promising a minimal comfort. But looking at neat Gavin, he spat, all the more, that started vile little rain. They were hiding on the docks until they found a suitable port building, where they caught into by the fire escape to the attic with the acoustic window. The view was incredibly comfortable. The ship was clearly visible.

Both spies took out spy gadgets. Colonel had a multifunctional pen. He took off his cap, made it twice longer, like a telescope with the zoom in six times, and looked at the ship. There was written on it "UD MIGONETL".

Gavin with a slight contempt took out the new secret gadget, which didn’t, probably, have the CIA chief. Piece goods. It looked like stylish dark smooth glasses. But instead of glass, they were made of silicon optical fibers managed by mini lasers, and intellectually managed by the film of the latest metaflex. The development was called "ultra-high resolution Visual System", funded by the US defense department DAPRA.

– Let me see.

Gavin looked at Colonel with suspicion and disgust. "He can steal," – he thought.

– Do not be afraid.

Colonel put on super glasses.

– Wow!

Visibility, color and contrast of the glasses were incredible. As if he was in the new fashionable "five d". He stared with wild enthusiasm at ships, docks, gorgeous, loosing in a green Steinway house, a picturesque La Guardia Airport with thousands of multicolored cars, a long strip of the bridge of a sad tiny island Rikers with ten prisons. Gavin's face was not just huge. One could see all its pores as in a microscope with a rich color.

– Wow! – Dux began to press multiple buttons on the left inner arc. As a result, something squeaked, the eyes were hurt, pictures began to jump like in a horror movie. Gavin snatched out with hate the glasses, swearing using a New York indecent word. He regretted about it very much. The instructions forbade showing the secret tricks to anybody. Especially to the Russians. Espionage is a dangerous business.

*

A giant ship of one hundred fifty meters was silently standing without any movement, like the sphinx, without giving any sign of life. They patiently and attentively examined all around. The gusty wind was blowing on the pier, unsuccessfully tried to roll a giant cargo ship, knocked on the docks and lifted small Atlantic raindrops. Both slightly shuddered. Finally, they saw some movement. A dozen of men were slowly coming down the ladder.

– Okay, I will go.

Gavin’s hands began twitching a little bit.

– Are you nervous? If you want, let's go together.

He grunted.

– I'm kidding – said Colonel.

To tell in respect, Gavin had coped with excitement.

– Remember. Give me three hours. And then blow everything up! – repeated Dux.

Colonel undressed and with fast learnt movements, he put on a warm suit "Psychofreak”. He put everything into his waterproof bag, put there another handful of the spare chargers, waved Gavin and disappeared in the setting dawn.

– Maybe I had to shoot him – thought Gavin. He thought with a shudder that it may be a double or a triple agent.

– And what if he is the leader of this whole gang – he suddenly felt scared. – Then he will be declared an accomplice of terrorism, he will be shown on TV and he will be arrested, shot during his escape, or sent him to the electric chair.

Finally, he calmed down.

– Anyway, he will be killed, he will not leave from this big doomed tub – he thought.

In an excited voice he told his supervisor about his adventures and asked to give the army and helicopters to destroy the enemy.

*

Colonel sailed along cold Hudson. He was nicely tickled by the icy may Atlantic seawater.

– I wonder can I ever just swim with friends and go fishing for sheatfish or pike? Sail to another planet!

He rounded the huge ship, caught for the halyard and climbed up the side of the stern. The ship seemed to be deserted. However, all was not so easy. He saw powerful marine cameras. He hid under the covered container and changed the clothes, having thought, pushed the end of a knotted silver thread into his wrist. But he couldn’t hide the scuba into his bag. Two powerful huge "men" punched Colonel strongly, and led him to the hold by hands. As material evidence, they pulled out of the bag the gun and a hydro-suit. They spoke in some mixture of Spanish and English, it was not clear, and their detached view of a faceless and voiceless voice did not promise anything good. Colonel was hurt. He felt like a boy who had to play with the Grand Master, who always wins.

The bodyguards and the prisoner went down and passed a few floors. Colonel heard clearly powerful engines at the bottom. "There' isn’t any way under the curb" – he thought. He was led down along a long steel corridor and pushed him into a large cabin. Dux looked around. The cabin looked like a respectable office with stylish sofas, a table for negotiations and a huge aquarium. Several striped cat sharks were driving a run of fish "wasp" away.

At the end of the table was sitting a chief in an elegant armchair "Redo Studio" with the speakers. In one hand he held a laptop, and in another one he held a winded cell phone, talking something in Spanish. Three weirdos were sitting on the couch, grinning and looking with a listless look at Colonel, like at the roasted piece of meat. The chief calmly finished playing the crank and stared at Dux.

– Who are you?

– I’m your colleague.

The bodyguards threw the chief the material evidence. The large plasma TV showed Colonel’s set of crimes: here he is climbing a rope on the board, he examines the deck, crosses thievishly and hides behind a container, where he was caught.

"I wish I don’t amuse these narcomaniacs" – thought Dux.

– Search him! And then sent to the collegues.

They giggled. The chief sat back in his usual comfortable chair.

It is humiliating and they thoroughly searched Colonel. The gorilla gently took out, from under the strap on the wrist, a silver thread. The chief examined the trophy with a big interest. With a surprise he came closer to Dux, turned round and began punching the victim, like a punching bag.

– Who do you work at, a swine! – he shouted.

Probably, he would have killed Colonel. But then the screen broke out as if the celestial chariot flew over the sky. The “vampires” stared at the TV as if manna from heaven fell on them. A thundering voice said:

– Por qué no te callas? – that could be translated as, "Why not you to shut up!".

Dux hardly focused through a bloody shroud. He saw as the background was turned on, mini-footlights and dozens of different cameras began to move. Then they turned on pointed at him spotlight, which blinded Colonel.

*

Half-naked, with bruises, and a fresh shiner under his eye, he straightened up and stared at the luxury camera lens. He was confident that Skull was looking into his eyes.

Endowed with genes of the Siberian coachmen, jackals-vagrants and runaways from prisons, Dux knew that his own view was terrifying. Before a cruel death with the last breath of freedom he was given special gift by the incest of the highest mountains in Tibet.

A fight has been lasting for five minutes, and it seemed to be endless. The entire universes touched with their edges, breaking pieces of their integral unity. Each of them tried to penetrate into a brain and every thought.

Till the end of existence, the universe of these two entities will visit each other, walk along strange corridors of thoughts forms, and catch each other. At that moment, they were indifferent to that, one of them was going to win immortality, and the other one had to die.

Men stood in some confusion and awe.

Finally, the fight of the thought and the will weakened, scattered with echoes on other spaces, like on a wooden fence, leaving only bitterness, fatigue and mouth.

As the thunder roll voice said:

– To the medical orderly, for three hours.

– Then to the sick?

– No.

– But where?

– There. For a "coffee break."

Everybody wasn’t happy with it. The TV was turned off. The chief said a very long phrase, in which the most innocuous words were "gilipollas carbon … Caramba!" punched several times on the face and ordered Colonel to send him to the medics.

The adversaries led him through the steel corridor and pushed into the underworld.

*

A spacious room looked dull, with a yellowish death dim light. There were dark beams like gallows, which supported the high ceiling. On the floor there were different sinister torture devices. There was a two-handled saw, the janitor's daughter, a mask for pouring the lead into one’s mouth, the Spanish boot and a chinch box, the Nuremberg virgin, and vigils, and a scourge with a hammer, and the cat's paw, and even garotta.

Colonel tried not to look at those terrible inventions of human hands. Embittered guards threw the handcuffs to a ring block and pulled the Dux’ body so that he hardly touched the floor with his feet, legs were tied to iron rings, for them not to move. They turned off the light and left but before a couple punched the victim several times.

The time stopped. The only sound was the subtle measured rocking of a huge vessel at a high power of one hundred thousand horsepower and creaking of ropes and pulleys which Colonel unsuccessfully tried to roll. At the slightest movement of the rings iron spikes painfully stuck into his ankles. A long time later, two orderlies in white smocks came. One of them loosened the rings and the rope and said:

– Anyway, you will die. However, if you work with us, we guarantee you an easy death. There is an insignificant chance to stay alive, own up. We have no time for you.

– Give me a cigarette.

The second nurse in response suddenly began whipping him with a lash so Dux yelled like a crazy man:

– You do not smoke. Communication, passwords, presence. Keep silent. Look at the second lash. It is called "the scourge of the Inquisition."

The ordinary whipped Dux with it and his whole body was in bloody wales, because there were thin metal shavings in the lash.

*

Colonel horrified waited for the next blow. But instead nurses tightened again the rope turned off the lights went out, and left eternity. Consciousness began fading. Dux said to himself with a difficulty with a smile: "Do not sleep you’ll freeze. The delirium tremens seems to begin!". The walls began weren’t yellow, and turned into a subtle swaying blanket developing by the breath of breeze. In black outlines of shadows there were grenadiers, who tried to grab him. Wind flew over the night sky, changing the vector attraction. And as if from somewhere incomprehensible warm waves of light ether were appearing.

Colonel closed his eyes. When he opened them again, he saw her.

She was tall, and her body was perfect. There was an angel in front of him. She was incomprehensibly dancing, he had never seen this dance. She seemed to be shadow, hid behind thin transparent veils. Armida was saying by her body that was impossible to say in words. Her dark brown eyes looked at him continuously and derisively and he gradually began to fascinate the senses of the unknown. Pain, cold, injuries and close death were at the background for Dux. He began to plunge into the unreal world and each of his mikro organels began to answer her divine dance music. His frozen gaze went to infinity. Distant detached trembling turned out the sound and a voice. She laughed merrily and waved her hand in front of his eyes:

– By the way, there is a young beautiful girl, in front of you!

*

He did not want to return to reality. He spoke in an incomprehensible language. With her gentle fingers she untied the rope and tormented hoops. Colonel was speechless, he began reeling and falling down on the floor. A young dancer hugged him with all her perfect body, flushed with a furious dance.

– You soiled my bodice – she hardly cried . – It's kind of dirt?

– It is blood – muttered Dux.

– Ouch! – She cried. She slapped him and took to the bathroom.

– Do not look – she cried.

Dux’ head began to swim. She put on a white towel, not to tempt. She washed the bodice and said:

– Wash up. Yes! Yes! Yes!

He went to the shower. He couldn’t contain, touched her for a moment and clanged to her. She paused for a moment, laughed and pushed him away.

– Are you a maniac? – She laughed. – Wash up!

He turned to the shower, tight and warm streams which washed off him the hell of the day: parched brown blood wales and sweat. When he turned round, he saw her.

– Let’s take off? Get in the Jacuzzi.

She turned off the light, lit the fragrant oriental candles. He, having forgotten about everything, plunged into the warm bubbling Jacuzzi. Dux closed his eyes. She put the tray with a red open wine Screaming Eagle, two glasses and expensive chocolates Patch then undressed and flopped down there too.

– Wash me – she said.

She gave him a piece of scented soap with a silk-adhesive of chitosan and silver of the company "Plank".

– Drink, – she said.

Colonel laughed internally.

– Die – he whispered – but not now.

They took two glasses and clinked glasses, the crystal divinely rang.

She did not quite understand what her body was doing. The two joined together and then he took her to the silk bedroom. They lay in the warm languor, like two freshly baked pies, sometimes limply kissing. But suddenly the dark was lit up with a bright flash, countless candles blown up the darkness and their hearts began beating. And caress air created thousands of luxury waves around them and again a delicious languor pierced again their senses, like footsteps on the hot sand.

Pain was leaving the wounded body, air was covered with a light luminous celestial ether. And there were no ice deadly cold gusts, no dry bitter thirst, no the cacophony of the human chaos, and instead of it there was music of the sky and the touch transformed into excess like thrown off clothes. There was only incredibly strong, pure desire left, which could be felt only by the limpid bright white angels and gods creating the universes energy, eating flowers and invisible victims of eternal nectar.

And hoarse convulsive groans of love, which can not be confused with anything broke through multi-ton iron walls of the tanker, the villain team, dull bay surf of the eternal ocean, scant vegetation, warehouses, docks, ordinary offices.

In this vision, there rolled the huge endless winding gold tower, tangled clean lines of destinies, passion, love with divine lights with spheres.

Slowly and steadily the Jupiters began to fade and the audience, spirits and angels were gradually leaving.

*

The fall from the first celestial sphere was terrible, with the smell of mothballs, poverty, hopeless old age, like a moth curtain. Unbearable pain pierced his whole body. Instead of love and pleasure he saw the torture iron cabin. In one corner there was a sailor's double-deck bed, covered with not fresh dense ball color sackcloth.

A dancer was over thirty, she was smoking a slim expensive cigarette Sobranie Cocktail. Her nails and lips in dark were somehow orange like a soldering iron.

– Get up, dyed bitch – she yelled.

– Do you speak Russian?

– Nope!

He laughed.

"Here's another fine mess I've got myself in!" – he thought. "These snakes have smeared me, probably, with some powerful drug."

– Who are you, dear?

– Get up, you iron bastard!

"We have to change tactics" – thought Dux.

Suddenly she screamed frantically:

– Gycha-ah!

He started to remember something.

– Listen, do you know Verka Maeva?

Firstly, she looked at him indifferently then suddenly in her dull eyes appeared a warm spark. The lady suddenly remembered his first quarantine. It has been lasting three months. The teacher lowers her voice, her painted lips curved in a smile that turns into a wicked grin.

"You must learn to look pointedly and sexy, playing the role of a sex bomb. You should be able to cover the pen with the poison, inject through the windshield eraser some potion, rouse for an hour a vomitive reflex at the sentenced and squeeze out the enemy's eyes. Be able to jump like a monkey picking fruit, fall like a swallow, drinking water, and be able to defend yourself, like a virgin. "

– Are where you from here?

– I had an affair.

– How is she?

– Best of all.

– Does she work?

– No, she has two children, an oligarch.

– Well?

He looked at her testing. "I lose nothing by it," – he thought.

– Then say hello to Vasily Ivanovich.

Her jaw dropped. She paused for a moment, then dumped asked:

– Well. What do you want?

They spoke Russian.

– You seem to be Olivia?

– Nope.

– Help me to get out of here.

– It is unreal. You were filmed. You told everything. You were pumped with kilograms of cannabis extract.

– I thought so.

– I watched it. Alone.

– Skull?

– Yes. You are a completely perfect material.

– Are there other options?

– No. Usually, everybody is sent in the same direction.

– What, right here?

– Yes.

– So, don’t send me there.

– I can not. Of course, I would do it with pleasure. But you have already passed your door. Sorry Colonel!

Here she is again, grinned wildly, she screamed hysterically:

– Gyyyyyycha!

"A dolt" – he thought.

*

Colonel was the golden rule. Do not hurt, do not hit, and certainly not to kill women.

– Do not yell – he cried, as if he was cut, and jumped like a Minotaur, searching a way, absolutely naked and unarmed. She observed his senseless legwork with interest. One of the doors opened. And Dux rushed there.

After a while, he realized it was a trap. There weren’t other doors in that room, but in the depths there was a small structure, something similar to the ledge of the pool.

"Not that" – he breathed.

Colonel turned to the entrance. But there were already two of those grinning ordinaries, and the Russian woman between them.

"The Russians, as soon as they go abroad, often begin to sink each other," – he thought sadly.

He had several options left. One ordinary carried a rubber police Taser, the other one that that whip and Olivia had a gun with which they tame and euthanize monkeys.

"Cool", – he thought. "It is better go to fathers than to these group."

Dux calmed down.

The barrier and to he had to do just two steps to the death. Colonel shivered and shuddered.

*

He knew what would be the next. Black metal shutters will open. He was one of the few who knew the purpose of this terrible mechanism.

Dux remembered his reckless rural Siberian childhood. Once he with a gang of boys visited the far countryside with two dilapidated huts. The boys got into a big garden with a hole in the fence to play war games, throwing each other Ranetki, rotten tomatoes and unripe walnuts. They began to play, they used huge melons and pumpkins. Extremely loud double shot stopped their military action. The whole gang came to a stood still, having raised his hands having heard the shout, "Halt! Hands up. Angered hunched old man shook the shotgun and took the two boys to his hut. The rest ran away at a high speed. An old man for a long and tediously scolded children, calling them fascists, and then drank tea with honey, and gave them knapsacks with delicious plums. He told interesting stories: as, in 1912, being a boy, he had seen the Tzar and his string of carts, drank a century Crimean wine, became a big boss, probably, a military representative.

The boy sometimes visited the old man. From time to time the grandfather drank his own moonshine and told about the prison where he had been four times in sum thirty-four years. One boy asked the grandfather, for what he had been imprisoned, but he just kept silent. But once, having drunk three glasses of vodka, and probably felt the approach of his death, he told his story.

In the thirties, he was given the award for the newest effective long-dimensional invention. Molod said that for the night using that device one could destroy five hundred so-called enemies, and literally dissolve them in the dark Neva river. He showed a thick notebook with all sorts of schemes and explanations. A few days later the old man died.

The boy remembered these instructions. Then he was come with a search, he was asked about conversations with the old man. A beautiful security officer then said:

– Shut up or I strangle you!

It is surprising, that everything in this world resumes its normal course. Through the folds, he saw the outline of the niche, which he remembered from his childhood.

Colonel jumped.

The infernal machine droned, like a washing machine, and fifty seconds later it returned to the previous state. One of the ordinaries stood at the edge of this infernal machine with a philosophical look.

*

And then suddenly a chink of folds opened. From there, like in nightmares, appeared a hairy hand. The orderly wildly shouted, having paled with fear, shoving the terrible hand aside, but it was too late. The orderly shouted a little bit, calmed down. The infernal machine was, probably, automatic. The second nurse and the girl being completely shocked, afraid to move, called for the reinforcements. At the same time the security came. The guards advanced the Colts. The last orderly and Olivia timidly hid behind them, having aimed the guns. There wasn’t heard any sound.

– Do not move! Don’t cross the restrictive line! – ordered the orderly.

There was a deathly silence.

With signs the nurse ordered one of the guards to lie down and to crawl, and took his legs firmly. The guard came to the clear space. He couldn’t contain himself and shot into the slot. The shots rang out with a bang in the dark. The guards began carefully pulling down the curtain, illuminating the torches. But the niche was empty. They breathed with relief.

Olivia, in tears, rose whip and gave it to the second orderly. That was the only thing left from the orderly. Everybody stood still in a minute of silence. The guards left. The orderly asked Olivia to bring rum.

But something bothered him. While Olivia went for rum, the orderly again lay in front of the white square, turned on the torch and opened alternately the folds. In the corner of one side there was a hole through which the killer of the first orderly and got. This technique is almost invisible, the hatch was necessary for repairing the infernal machine.

A blunted wolf yell ran around the room of death, through the open door of the room of torture, the butchers kitchen, reflected on the ship and calmed down.

*

For a professional-digger a tanker is an easy to read empty pan. There are all delicious diggers’ spices, such as: an extensive ventilation, a sewage, air trunks, elevators, double walls for hidden electrical and telephone cables, fire escapes, lifeboats, utility rooms, hidden hatches, outlets for anchors and winches, a kitchen, a waste tank, decorative ceilings and big air holes for stability. With his experience Dux could live on such ships infinitely anywhere in the world, and any police couldn’t identify him, eating from the table of the captain. Having roamed about the tanker’s maze, driving rats away and covering with dust, he found a cabin with a common wall with the mesh ventilation. The cabin was a standard one, and if it necessary it two people could live there. A narrow bed with straps, a table with edging, a recess for bottles, a refrigerator, a TV at the ceiling.