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- But one can use the skin of young people for it!
There was a long painful silence in the auditorium. A black felt hat rocked slightly. Von Neuma
- It went crazy. He is the deceased!
*
Mari read these words on his lips and shuddered. She suddenly felt scared. She remembered as in the underpass a maniac went for her. She was studying in the tenth form then and was entering the university. She broke away by a miracle and the feeling of unbearable sticky horror has been haunting her for a long time.
- Sensational!
A journalist named Max, caught that he was lucky. He felt a pleasant shiver in his hands. If I can perform everything well, it will be a sensation.
Now, it is important, that there were references on his articles everywhere! Max looked at the professor attentively, at his glossy plump face as a young pig has, with thick thorough glasses, at his short strong hands, which have begi
- It’s enough for today!
The journalist and a cameraman helped the Elshteins to fight off the attacks of brutal scientists, having created a lively square.
Like an icebreaker, Max moved a little faster. The mighty cameraman named Eric-enabled camera was at the end. The journalist had a lively conversation with Thomas and Marie at making eyes at everybody. The cavalcade passed quickly through the maze of club’s corridors and hid in some restaurant. Max promised that the article will be released in the morning. He will assist till the end of the conference. Why not longer?
*
It was their triumph. They passed one quarter of the city, filled with shops, sparkling with multicolored lights, with a lot of people everywhere. Thomas walked slightly ahead and turned to her. When Mari saw this amazing view on the beach, he having seen her sparkling enthusiastic eyes, hugged her and kissed hard and passionately.
Half an hour later they climbed the stylized old pirate ship named "Captain Hook". Ships sailed chaotically along the darkening Strait.
And backstay freshed with strong gusty night breeze, a helmsman made a sharp turn to the opposite by the wind, the mainmast creaked hard and roared with thousands of whistles of fluting black sails. She stared at the blackness of the water at the edge of the stem, delightfully absorbed that pirate subsistence and listened to the universal music of the laser show.
*
A produced Gerhard Bre
"Now, I understand why he's so arrogant" - flashed in Gerhard’s head. - " I' m a boy with these hundred million dollars."
By different ways, he tried to estimate von Neuma
"Where did this goblin got this money?" - Thought Bre
Gerhard got into the exhibition business by accident. As a creative producer, he once received an order to develop a special design and accommodation of new slot machines in Las Vegas. He needed to have the atmosphere in the casino like on the mystical television cha
But that morning, after a lousy cop came twice to Neuma
"Of course," - Gerhard remembered - "instead of the normal full di
He had the feeling that these young cops tried to make him a murder, to which he has no relationship. Questions, of course, were unpleasant. For example, the origin of the contents of these boxes, how the killer entered the supply room, why he made a terrible bloody carnage and, most importantly, what happened to one of the eighteen samples, each of which was insured for five hundred thousand dollars. Gerhard tried to rebel.
- You have to find this sample. It is a highlight of the exhibition - he was cu
He even made a false screamed which resonanced, like that in empty rooms, such as baths, where there are large tin basins. But it didn’t effect the police. Bre
- It is your right, - said the tall cop - We let you go - and then added. - Bye!
This “good-bye" has been echoing in his mind for a long time. The conference dragged on a bit and as soon as the Elshteins emotional talk with journalists ended, Gerhard hastily darted out of the stuffy room into the fresh air. It was already evening and it breathed with the fresh sea air from the gulf. He was lack of time he arranged a meeting with Neuma
*
A car met him. There was a white two-store building in the darkness. Edged with white frames, two big windows, with dark venetian blinds, didn’t let the light in. Above the black door there was a simple doorplate in English and Chinese with an inscription “Ke
There was a beautiful worthy solemn atmosphere. A solemn music was hardly heard.
“Probably it’s Handel?” – he thought. Each hall line was full of strong and valuable symbolism of the white and black leading to reflection and contemplation. A big prominent endless chessboard was emphasized by big candelabrums and bright shining stained-glass windows with symbols.
*
He remembered his far childhood’s cozy spacious apartment of good quality with the view on the St. Stephen's Cathedral, his mother, Mutti, smoking ling slim cigarettes and a severe silent pale governess named Louisa, different walking people in the living room, unfinished caps with tea, a wide table, a snowy tablecloth, a big fuming ashtray, flowers, windows under which there were little twisted balconies.