At least, him should undress. Live or dead. In runaway the civil clothes, happen, it is more important than documents. More
important money. Most important.
In a luggage carrier of the car they at it all have turned, as if for the hidden gold there searched, but did not take thus
ANYTHING. The tent remained, two strong still though also skilled, a quilted jacket, a canvas raincoat, a fishing tackle, a
spinning, the fishing jacket with canvas trousers - all remains in inviolability...
I have learnt it already the next day when has gone there, in Old-Nikolsky, have asked at local miltonov reports and in
general asked at them, as as.
Fluent by this moment still have not caught. Them was three (instead of two), all - on hundred forty heel, at all five years, sat
in local spetszone, were in good repute and suddenly - have made feet. That they have not dared on wet, in itself is not too
surprising, and that with car have not managed to consult - too looks normally at anybody from them the rights are not
present and never was, and here that they of anything useful to did not take, only money one... Where they with this money
will be put? At the pea jackets yes at mugs of the legal?.
Whence on a scene the barbed wire undertook? And there after all tankodrom nearby, and old artillery range, there in
general - zapretzona, but these mushroom pickers madwomen climb rashly where it do not order, and then complain...
Handcuffs? Yes, were any... Yermolaev where handcuffs has put? Aha, here they... Those? Precisely so. And what it for
marks at them, do not know? What marks? A-a... Yes, leaflets any... Or small insects...
Yermolaev, show the handcuffs... Well, well... No, on these there is nothing. And on these here - is... The Interesting picture.
Never I of such marks saw, and in general - any. And can, simply attention did not turn?.
I have asked, and Yermolaev, having planted me in a cradle and respectfully having got on me on a head a helmet, have
brought me on a motorcycle to a scene. We at first rumbled on highway, have then curtailed from asphalt on wood road,
good, peschano-stony, preserved against strangers both gloomy "brick", and a terrible inscription "STOP! the DANGEROUS
ZONE!" There and the prickle was once, but from an old age columns were lop-sided, and the wire was braided in rusty
hanks.
Yermolaev had a shaky knowledge of places. Spervonachalu we have missed, has taken out us to breakage in a sandy
open-cast mine - below become swollen mountains of sand and clay were piled up, and water in pools, in ditches and in the
extensive holes which have remained on a place of tank positions shone under the sun... In general wood there was
everywhere cheerful, warm, peschano-pine, and between young sosenkami nearly on a belt all has grown with a lilac
heather, and, as usual, all clearings and all numerous paths looked on one person, I was already ready to wave a hand (well
there it was possible such-such to find out on a scene?), but Yermolaev has appeared the muzhik annoying and the person
in a dirt has not struck - has found, eventually, area of events so I the eyes have seen all: and dug over, half-and-half with
dry windfallen trees, sand where sat on eggs "zaporozhets", and the barbed wire rests on the parties, and that tree to which
it is chained has appeared my Krasnogorov...