Нотка бергамота полностью

It\'s so funny. But after „evidence“ were sent to withholders they are ready to triple the return payment, to tenfold it. I\'ll be adamant. Money is not the key to happiness. Dura lex sed lex… The rest of them will learn the lesson …

Hmm … There is one problem: experiments with energy field are more dangerous than playing with a dynamite. The hand involuntarily passed by a bandage on the right eye, powerlessly stroke a chin and beard brushed up again. – damn fraught, … fraught with consequences. But scepter of Maestro obliges.

Your move, Maestro of Resonance!»

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Here comes the light! Just on time … Desperate gallop of the rain is getting stronger. In the book Ilya found the phone number of the Sunrise . Nodded to himself with a smile: no, he\'s not crazy. The suite and the room for bodyguards are ready. The driver of the Sunrise is on the way. A journalist\'s business card is lying around somewhere. Here it is! Should I pull it out? He got one meeting scheduled for that evening already, with Boris Batkin. However, let have an interview.

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Trills of the phone broke the atmosphere of secrecy. Shadow of Holmes, crouched, vanished in thin air without a trace.

« Who is it?!» gasped Natalya into the phone. « Zvezditsky is talking? …»

«Yes» intercepted Arseny and immediately raised his fingers in V-sign. «Yes of course, we can. In Sunrise suite? Sure. Me and Boris, we will be there exactly one in hour.»

Boris jumped up. With a quiet triumph Arseny looked down onto his silent team.

Prediction of Marmarov was left forgotten.

For the time being.

White tiled bathroom sparkling.

Glare of light invites to descent into the water.

Completely nude, Ilya starred at the mirror: where did the southern macho go? Pale skin, detached gaze goes «inwards». Suddenly he spotted a bloody trail of single shoe in the mirror reflection. Where did came from? He wiggled toes of his bare feet. Turned around and came across the bottle of perfume. The same one! With hint of bergamot. Almost empty, but few drops he can shake out: three for the water and one for his temple. Hmm. Bliss … And here is the razor for a callus on his feet. But what if … a callus is in the heart?

«Sure!» Ilya yanked edge of his mouth. He\'ll cut it off.

So he quickly held a hand by his heart and fixed gaze in a reflection. Scarlet drops swelled under the left nipple and streamed down the body. An old razor hits ceramic floor.

Without a change of facial expression, he gently slipped into the bergamot-scented water.

«Such a bliss,» he squinted his eyes «So intoxicating like a wine. Wine?» He looked blank, the water suddenly turned red.

He and Inessa were dreaming about going to the Red Sea. And it came true … « Came True?! » the memory about Inessa has suddenly struck him down. He tried to climb out, to jump but alas: his head already was spinning around in the agonizing Waltz. The horror distorted his face: he got into the trap of Maestro!

Powerless, quiet moan had been killed by cold kiss of death, gently touched by a breath with hint of bergamot.

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