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At five o'clock somebody rang at the door. Denis came to the door and checked the door-eye. He saw strangely changed by the optics combination of three fingers. Knowing who could be behind the door he anyway asked:

— Who's there?

-Boniface! - called angry voice behind the door - Open it quickly, don't you see orphans of God are breaking the door?!

Denis began to open the door, when suddenly there was a lower heart-rending cat screeching. His black Siamese Basilio (usually: Vaska) managed to opening a door, catch one's tail and now howling, staring blankly at his master. Denis, not understanding what was going on, took a few steps back. Undeterred over the door, however, continue to open, fueled by access road frame. Cat roared its shimmering musical theme. He bit his door and left encouraging awe scratches on the parquet floor.

Complete the picture, Anton, who saw that the door no longer opens. He decided that the owner allows the guest to open the door to the very end. And so he accepted was a cat wailing for something fashionable from modern music (good, that these cries attended even some melody), but also prompted one of a pair of human dreams (albeit small), he sighed, and with the words : "Hello, Dennis!" with all his strength pushed the door with his hand. Something snapped, and the door imprinted excited cat in the wall.

The guests arrived, and Sergei closed hapless door behind him.

Unconscious with a broken cat tail slow fallen away from the wall and just as slowly fell sideways. Right under my feet numb owner.

And, throwing off his jacket and shoes, rushed past master in the room with the blonde.

In Chekhov's books at this point, most likely, heard the sound of a breaking string. Here, in a sense brought all the sound of cheerful spring brook, sounding ... Well, you know where.

First, all started. Then came the time just three sounds: "a lyrical pump!" - Dennis roared as Scythian howler, "Oh, and MAD!" - Made the logical inference, Sergey and "Oh, meow!" - Came to the cat.

Cat, the maximum height raised his ass and making sure that his two halves of the tail is not in danger, and slowly crawled behind the sofa. Today obviously was not his day.

- What are you standing there, catch it! - Loudly Anton. - ... (Sound of flushing water) ... a blue mother, and stick to consolidate, to grow together!

- How to fix? - Was not switched on Denis. - Where to fix?

- Пусть в задницу воткнуть, лишь бы хвост не бродил!

- Aha! - Finally came to Dennis and ran after the cat. Sergey, without removing shoes, raced after him.

The next five minutes proved that the Second World War was won solely by domestic cats. Red on the efforts of Dennis, as the air wing of the secant edges of his long coat Sergey and moving mostly on the front paws of a cat, the demons rushed through the rooms. But Anton, admiringly watching that unfolded before him now, with a smile thinking that even a sword he would have quality apartments broke. Completed the unfolding chaos truly mystical ritual, which was Anton is named as "catching the curtain. After the screaming cat, coherent tulle so that it protruded just suffering tail, had the first and last for today help, Anton picked up the iodine-stained pillow and turned her clean the place up, put it on a chair. Then he sat down at her and a connoisseur said:

- Yes, guys, this was really cool.

Two scratched guys looked at him glowing eyes exorcism.

Here Anton unexpectedly felt posters from the meat department (shoulder, brisket, ham).

- No, well, guys, I'm serious! - Again, "he said. No help. And then he, shutting his eyes, he decided to try a last resort: - Do you have milk ran away!

- Let's strangle him! - Proposed unexpectedly Denis.

Sergei thoughtfully examined Anton.

- Scorpio, mother-father! - A weary sigh, he turned to Denis: - How much do you know him?

- Long

- What are you meant by the morning "shitty"?

- Yes.

- And that all scorpions are you?

- Likely

- And if he is in the heart of an aspen stake plunge? Help?

- ... - Denis scored a deep breath, but then came a sound from the corridor to open the lock and entered the apartment, Natalia

- Will be responsible for the cat! - Only managed to hiss Denis

Suddenly in the back of an explosion, and I was again in this utterly mortal world.

- ... Anton - Denis removed blushing after quality slaps his hand and pointed to Sergei. - And this - his friend Sergei. Anton, Sergey, this is my wife, Natasha.

- So it's with you I was talking on the phone? - She asked me and smiled again.

- Yes! - I jumped up from his chair, but Dennis hit me with his fingers under the liver, and I sat back. - That is me!

Perhaps more recognizable as a stupid guy was not in the history of the Earth.

- My husband - she took Dennis's arm, - talked a lot about you ...

"That bastard! - I thought, partially breaking the. - He did have a lot to tell! A walk in the "Ozerki" Why for example ... "

.. . At three o'clock in the morning really drunk Denis takes longer drinking Anton from the tree ...

My sorrowful meditation was interrupted only fair to ask Natalia:

- What happened here?

I immediately became interested, as Denis wriggle from this home-Pearl Harbor.

- Caught the cat ... There ... Well ... - Dennis hesitated.

- Why? - Natasha put in a corner was lying under the table, African wooden sculpture.

- But he broke his tail! - Sergei sighed.

- Interesting. And, yes, yes, now I can see - acidly she said, finally noticing swarming on the couch roll. - And the instigator of all this ... - She looked at us. I had not a single scratch, and red, too, was not, so I suspect it did not fall. Seeing his ragged jacket Sergei, she has: - a valiant host, right?

- But Natasha, I ... - Began to Denis, but. did not finish:

- Anton, you're here, it seems, the only serious person. 'll Take this army and walk their

a couple of hours, while I will bring order. Yes, and more: unpack someone the cat, it is choking!

The cat, hearing it, jerked a couple of times, so mewed pi-i-i-tifully and described.

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In the elevator, I handed angrily puffing Denis third device. He immediately calmed down and quite seriously asked me:

- Can it be so bad?

- Do not know - happy as a puppy in a flowerbed, I replied. - Sergei ask, he's now an expert. Walks a lot, he sewed a button!

Denis looked at Sergey interrogatively (if it is possible to call look from under glasses with thrice broken lens).

- Pudding, this is Alice. Alice, this is Pudding! - I've tried to relieve the tension. - I mean, get to know each other at last! This is Sergey. Denny-boy, give your hand to Sergey-boy, etc.

Two guys shook hands.

- Walker, - said Sergey.

- Cool, - said Denis. - Where's the compass?

- Here - told him Sergei.

- And how many already?

- So far only one.

-What about a mirror?

- It is not clear.

- But do not sleep?

- No.

- What is done?

- The Messenger was ...

- Аnd the result?

- It is not known.

- Too late

Suddenly, I felt that I began to order this incredibly annoying meaningful conversation. I, of course, understood that in a conversation hunter and chronicler us, simple soldiers, better not to intervene, but must be at least some drop of respect? And how that joke about "48, half please!"

I smiled and, taking out his cigarette and left the entrance to the street. From the device could be heard all sorts of expression.

- But Dennis came up to me, suddenly asked:

- Anton, what is my problem? It's nothing. I brought Sergey here. It looks like because of me he is still not hungry. I introduced you both. More than that, no one is still hurt because of my command. Communicators... And this is just by now. I can't take it anymore. And you know why? Because I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING! And no one gives a rat's ass! You know everything, Sergey will find him, but I won't speak to that bastard! Or will you do it all by yourselves too?

- Anton, there should be a lot to explain, - said Sergey. - And no time.

- Well, only one issue: what the hell am I? Why my wing, and not another?

- And you, actually, who are you? - Interrupted impossibly loquacious stranger Sergey.

- Oh yes, I did not introduce ourselves! Michael, your messenger.

Originally. Only a messenger to us and not enough.

- And why do we need a messenger? - I asked him. - Notes of each other to write?

- No, of course! - Michael smiled. - At the time catching Walker I put in charge of your group to coordinate your actions with a Warehouse.

"F. ..!»( a sense," very much! ") - I thought, and to finally confirm their assumptions, asked:

- And how many people are coordinated (great word, mmm?) With our wing?

- Are you sure? - Michael has asked distrustfully.

- But he, he, - to accept the inevitable, the sigh confirmed Sergey.

- Anton - Michael finished for me. - And this - Denis and Sergey. Okay, I'm going to report that determined.

- Tomorrow at ten in the morning you can come? - I cried after receding lick messenger.

- I Will! - he has answered me and, having turned off the road in a front garden, has come for the huge bent poplar. We stupidly looked at a tree and waited, when he (messenger) will appear from his other side. Time went. We stood and looked. Michael did not appear.

From the entrance ran a boy with a huge german shepherd. Having caught up with us, he too looked at this poplar, but seeing exactly the same as us, chuckled and shrugged his shoulders and ran on.

Night was falling.

We went to the poplar. Behind him there was nobody.

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