The hostages began to talk quietly. At first, in a whisper, then, seeing that the terrorists were not paying attention, they were a little bolder, some even dared to move, they slowly looked around, looked for their acquaintances.

Two people from the major sat a young couple, whether husband and wife, or bride and groom, but if they get married, the marriage will obviously be successful: they are already like one another, as if they have been doing more than a dozen years.

Ahmed’s gaze now and then slid off his wrist, where the second hand barely crawled and the minute hand froze. Valentin sympathetically threw:

- Soon. Everything is calculated by the minute.

- Yes, I'm nothing ...

- Do something.

- What?

Valentine chuckled coldly:

- Yes, a violation of human rights! It is necessary to divert the mass media. And governments will move.

Ahmed nodded, clicked the shutter loudly, attracting attention, beckoned a gallant sergeant with his finger:

- Hey, you!..

The sergeant's face turned yellow. Lips poliloveli, he barely whispered:

- What ... What do you want?

“Something your rescuers are not moving,” Ahmed growled. - They need to see the blood in order to quickly ... Do not be afraid! One shot and that's it. Don't hurt. You will not even feel it. Get up, two steps forward.

In terrible silence the sergeant screamed loudly, like a hare, fell to his knees:

- Dont kill! I want to live!

Ahmed watched with disgust:

- be ashamed! You are a soldier! You have been trained ...

- Yes! But I went through the highest school of survival! ... I was taught to survive at any cost !!! Any!!!

He squealed in a panic, for death was looking at him from the muzzle of a submachine gun in the hands of a terrorist. From there, a short blast of fire, and a steel bullet will blow his skull, and this he did not pass. He was taught to kill and survive, they were taught to kill a lot and quickly, but what could be killed and him was spoken in a patter, immediately turning the conversation to what awards await upon return, promotion, and most importantly, increased salary , double for staying in foreign waters ...

Akbarshakh asked Valentine in English:

- Why is he so?

Valentine explained, choosing words with difficulty:

“He, like all Americans ... knows that all Americans are descended from a monkey.” And one American who came from a monkey ... especially, he explained that they are still monkeys and that we should not stifle our shameful instincts, passions. We must live like a monkey, that gained a mind ...

The young Arab drew back, a spasm of disgust running across his handsome face:

- This can not be!

- I swear!

Akbar shah stared in disbelief. Ahmed glanced at them, stepped back, holding the hostages at gunpoint. He even moved his ears, as if he sensed prey or plotted some sort of dirty trick. He said with exaggerated doubt:

- Akbarsh is right who knows you gyaurov. For you to lie, that two fingers wet ... Right, Akbarsh? And here we take it and check it out. Hey, you! ... If you want to live, then take and have that girl ... Oh, yes, you can't manage for fear ... Then give it to her! Now, otherwise you will get a bullet in the forehead.

He jerked the shutter. Miguel moved to the young girl, she looked tired and resigned. His lips whispered barely audible:

- Be patient ...

Swung, slap in the face turned out sonorous. He turned around, the Russian and the Arab exchanged glances, the Arab hesitated, the Russian smiled victoriously, and the Arab said angrily:

- You hit lightly. Bay as it should, otherwise ...

Miguel, with a glance, asked her for a petition, swung, struck, but not fully in full force, trying to show the swing of the heroic. Her head shook aside. Lower lip burst, blood splattered.

He looked back at the Arab. He frowned, looked at the Russian, again at the American:

- One more time! Yes, as it should.

Miguel linked his teeth, hit her in the temple. Mary fell to the floor, did not move. Looks like he thought hastily, knocked her out for ten to twenty minutes.And during this time these savages will calm down a little, and during this time they will be redeemed ...

Ahmed whispered something to Akbarshah, backed toward the door. Valentine shouted strictly:

- Where?

- Lead off, commander! My bladder is about to burst.

With a guilty smile, he threw up his hands, pointed to the captured ones, that they sat as silent as mice at gunpoint.

Valentine threw sharply:

- Fool! Are you ashamed of us?

For some reason, Ahmed looked at Akbarshah, pointed at the prisoners:

- There are three women ...

- Is it women? - Valentine was amazed. - This is whores. Are there men there? There are cowardly bastards. Pee here ... Yes, not in the corner, but right on the Americans. Come on that painful noble. Well, do not be shy!

Ahmed hesitated. Valentine bared his teeth, does not the fearless Ahmed fear that the American will bite his teeth? Ahmed glanced again at Akbarshah, suddenly said evil:

- Yes, Satan is with you!

He approached the American, stood with his back to Valentine and Akbarshah, with his legs apart. The creaking of the unzipped zipper was heard. Then a powerful jet poured, obviously, Ahmed endured for a long time, and now sprinkling with small drops in all directions, a powerful jet of an arc struck the American's head, sprayed, fell on his shoulders, again on his head. The American bent down a little, fearing to arouse the wrath of the Arab, his hair stuck together, his shirt was wet.

Next to the American sat a young American. She looked at the Arab with fear and hatred, trying not to get a look at his pants. Having cheered up, he strained himself and with the rest of the stream took it out. Yellow drops fell on her white blouse, there immediately spread dark disgusting spots.

It was heard how Ahmed pulls the snake back, did it slowly, without embarrassment, with impudent relaxedness, turned his back on them and slowly returned to Valentine.

“You are right, Commander,” he said with cold contempt. - I peed them right in the face, and they ... they suffered! Are these men? Even poured a woman, and no one stood up.

“They are not men,” Valentine explained coldly. - They are Americans. But you still do not turn your back. You can remove the machine at any time.

“They are cowards,” Ahmed repeated, there was disappointment in his voice. He adjusted his belt. His eyes ran with a sneer at Akbarshah’s face. The young man somehow turned pale.

“They're just Americans,” Valentine reminded him again.

Ahmed by his sign slipped to change Dmitry, from the front it is more convenient to observe the US special forces and Polish policemen. Time dragged on unbearably slowly. Half an hour later they told me that they were preparing a passenger plane for them, the tanks were full of fuel, they are now establishing contact with the government so that the aircraft could be provided with an air corridor ...

Ahmed entered, rubbed his hands chilly:

- Coldly! What would warm up?

Sergey whistled:

- Coldly? You would be to us in Perm in January ...

Ahmed was delighted:

- This is an invitation? ... Dear friend, I will come. Ride on polar bears, camels, seals, ostriches!

- Yes, we have such ostriches there, - Sergey answered vaguely. - What is there behind the fence? Fell asleep?

Ahmed shook his head. There was some surprise in the black eyes:

- They consult all the time. With each other, with the authorities, with the experts! ... All have telephones. After the police arrived, special forces, and now real troops pulled up. For each of us there will be a hundred!

The terse Sergey looked inquiringly. Valentine nodded:

- Eighteen minutes to go.

Sergey twitched a corner of his lips, straightened ...