It was easier to surrender. I did not understand, that I pull. Step by step we came nearer to a cordon. The street was
partitioned off by two armoured troop-carriers. On everyone the stationary genetic detector has been mounted. Between
them the narrow streamlet of people exuded. Here one of armoured troop-carriers has driven off, releasing road to the
sanitary bus. I saw persons of soldiers - tired, is gloomy-strained. Behind a cordon in empty space as the crane, nursed the
long-legged officer in the dark blue form. Yellow lightnings on shoulders flashed. Any woman dressed, despite a heat, in a
mink fur coat, has dexterously caught it for a sleeve: - the Mister the captain, my husband in territorial armies. Colonel
Galerkamp.
I can do nothing, the madam, - the captain has politely answered.
But at me today visitors! Doctor Rabbe, the valid adviser of Pori...
It erected a paling from names.
Rather I regret, the madam. Such is the order.
The captain tried to be released from importunate fingers. He has made a mistake, having entered explanations that the
police officer trained in tactics of actions in the street never would admit. The crowd has felt a weak point.
The raised voices have boiled: - the Mister the officer! Yes that this such? We stand four hours! - I need to pass immediately,
immediately! - the order, the sir.
And I do not wish to submit to your orders! - the mister the captain, I a member of municipal council! Is a mockery, I standing
do not stand! - good things are afforded by police! - and it not police.
Especially! - in turn, misters! I ask to observe calmness! - I do not have documents. What documents when what the hell
occurs can be! The captain has moved back. To it, holding a bludgeon, the police officer in a black uniform has begun to
bustle. Was already late. The chain of soldiers was curved, podrozhala second as the hard string, and has burst, broken
through by a human wave. The police officer has reasonably jumped aside. The left armoured troop-carrier has tried to close
pass, zaurchal the motor. It was there and then stuck round by hundreds people. Sloping sides in dirty camouflage divorces
have shaken time, another - under the general triumph the armoured troop-carrier has turned over sideways, rotating wheels.
Soldiers got out of it on kortochkah.