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I grabbed with the shivering hand a medallion. Really I should sell it?

To leave the sign of the top skills which I received in eighteen years, having become the youngest master of a calligraphy in the history of the university, it seemed inconceivable. But how still to escape from slavery?

The feeling was such as if I intended to sell the past, a part of the soul, and inside as if everything stood and became empty.

With the eyes full of tears I removed a medallion and started turning the head, finding the dealer in jewelry. But instead of the jeweler saw the cart with barrels which just stopped at the wall. Gods heard my prayers!

I immediately got a medallion and rushed forward, hoping to jump in no time a wall, but could not make to a step.

Thick hairy fingers a grip of steel seized my shoulder.

CHAPTER 02.

I moved to run, but could not escape and by inertia was developed.

Faced me low, but strong, the man, with a cold glance of the murderer and a jaw of a bulldog. The stranger crookedly grinned several moments, perhaps, enjoying my confusion, and then unexpectedly squeaky asked: