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But in a moment I straightened out myself. It is impossible to think badly of the person only because he lashit. All of them cannot be bastards?

The hairy finger of the policeman roughly stuck me into a stomach, the swelled-up physiognomy dokhnut the reek of alcohol.

– Hand!

I stretched forward the left brush on which certainly there was no trace of the allowing press also.

– Pay! – the chubby palm revealed before me.

I licked the dried-up lips and translated a look on the satellite which immediately peeped, taking the observer’s hand aside:

– This is my slave.

I shuddered and opened a mouth to be indignant, but the Pin hardly considerably winked at me, having squeezed a hand slightly stronger, and I kept silent. The cunning can do it?

The policeman raised eyebrows, slightly led the head and muttered:

– And where collar?

– Did not ushpet to put on. Just bought this freeloader.

– Pokazh bill of sale.

– So the document is just corrected.

The defender of law and order crookedly grinned and stretched to the Pin a dirty palm: