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«So think about us! After all, she betrayed us, and we betrayed her.»

Again these voices. Where do they proceed from. He glanced on the curtains, on thin strips of blinds, blocking windows. Safes, globe with a bar inside, valuable landscapes on the walls, wallpaper with a refined pattern – no bugs or radio devices could be mounted anywhere. Where are these vibrating, outstanding sounds. Whispering is as if called from the parallel world. Still a little bit and he will begin to believe in spirits.

At the edges of the box with heads, some symbols were really scratched. It looks like licking from the hieroglyphs or figurines of dancing gods. Indian Cali, and Egyptian Anubis, and Persian Ariman met here. Although the drawer looked new, but he was implanted with antiquity, like from an antique shop.

Mario himself did not notice how he pressed the call. The trusted persons broke into the office as if they would have expected that there would have to shoot a whole patrol of the unexpected soldiers.