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Now the house was empty and quiet. Enrico came out of his apartments and found that he suddenly found himself in the corridor, which was not before in his house. Again an influence of the same tablets? Never accept any drugs, especially narcotic ones. He forgot about the main rule of his grandfathers and great-grandfathers. Any medical pills are chemistry, it is not known how they will affect the brain.

Enrico did not remember the lambrequins and amphoras in his house. But it is still his house. The residence of the head of the mafia clan was luxurious, but there were no walls of gold. The images of the ancient gods on the walls seem to have moved. The corridor has become more reminding the passage of the Egyptian pyramid, where for some reason there was still something from the ancient Persia, Babylonia, Rome, Greece, Palestine and India. A luxurious door with a ring instead of a handle and a keyhole in the form of a manticor was for the host house as unfamiliar, like a corridor. The door with mythical bas-reliefs seemed a lively sleeping fabulous being, which would fit the passage to the afterlife. But the meeting was clearly passed outside the door, aggressive voices were heard.