George looked at her again. Are you local?

She was silent and it seemed to him that she was absorbing his voice, every sound. And again, through the body, goosebumps ran.

“Don't you understand?” - How did you get here, Taduhela?

She nodded — Taduhela — and jabbed at herself — Zhora — and pointed her finger at him.

- Well, yes, yes, Jora. You, Taduhela. It's clear. Where are you from?

- Taduhela, from where? - she repeated, including interrogative intonation.

Something flashed in my head, and he added - We - he, too, poked himself with a finger in the chest and waved his hand in the direction of Sergey who had left - we came here from another city. We are not local, not local.

- Taduhela is not the place-to-I - she said in syllables - not here-ny-me

For a foreigner who apparently did not know Russian, she too quickly grasped the meaning and essence of the conversation.

- We - he pointed at himself with a finger and, in Sergey, who came up with a robe in his hands, - we will leave now and Taduhela will go with us. Here - he took the robe out of Sergey’s hands - it’s clothes, a robe, put it on himself - Georgy threw a robe over his shoulders, showing how to put it on and handed it to the woman.

She took a robe, examined it, felt it and, pulling off her rags, threw it over her shoulders, thrusting her arms into her sleeves.

The robe was too big, but it wrapped it all over.

Georgy stepped up to her and, pulling down the floor, pulled off the ribbon and tied at the waist.

Taduhela looked straight into his face and her nostrils trembled - she smelled his smell, as if remembering. When he knotted the ribbon knot, she stroked his hands and smiled.

- Everything! Get out!

- She will go barefoot!

- Remove from any of these. Everything, everything! Go-go! - and he, taking Taduhela by the hand, pulled behind him to the door.

The dogs lay in the shade under the wall and, seeing those who had left, only waved their tails.

All five lay. For now, without movement.

- Kalash with you? - Sergey picked up the machine guns - they will be useful if they did not lie about the tiger.

- Yes, we will throw them out along the way, and the carbines too - George picked up the carbines - and take the knives, put them in the backpack.

- Taak, that's from this! - He was tall and wore small shoes. Georgy got on his knees and pulled off the sneakers from a burly man - Give me a leg - he took hold of the ankle that stood next to Taduhely and pulled. She raised her leg. The sneakers were a bit too big, but they didn't fall off.

- Good! Get out!

They went out of the gate and walked along the trail in quick strides to a race.

George looked at the clock, removed from the hands of the thug - twelve minutes passed. He walked and looked around and, seeing a deep ravine on the right, turned towards him.

- Seryoga, drop the rifles - and threw the carbines.

- Jora, what are you doing ?! Let's leave at least one, they have the same horns.

“We don’t take a weapon, because we won’t kill anyone, and only then will we be able to get out of here.” Everything! No talking, Seryoga!

Sergey pulled the horn from one, the other, threw machine guns to the bottom of the ravine and, having gone ten steps along the ravine, threw its horns.

- Everything, we go, we go!

- Did you see Jora, how did the dogs lead us?

George, drew attention; the dogs, escorting them, ran to the gate, wagging their tails, but as soon as they stepped through the gate, the dogs stopped and then turned tails back to the house.

- Saw.

- That is, the tiger, most likely not a fiction, and we threw the weapon. With knives against a tiger, ha! Yes, he will tear us before we have time to take up the knives. And maybe vosche, sneak up at night and carry one by one ... And with whom will he begin, I wonder? From that, probably - Seryoga looked at Taduhela - who smells the most delicious.

- Are you calming yourself, Seryoga? He will start with the most appetizing, so to speak, in the juice, men. And who is this with us? That's right, let's not point fingers.

- Jora, you're angry, you're an unkind person. How does Fryusha tolerate you?

- And where are we going, Zhora?

Georgy looked at his watch, twenty more minutes had passed - Ten minutes later we turn off the path and go north along the taiga.Five hundred square kilometers is a section of seventy by seventy kilometers, but it’s not necessarily square. We will go and look out for a place to sleep. At night, they will not look for us, besides, they need to repair the generator. In general, this night we will have a calm. And tomorrow, a little light, we go to the north-west, until we stumble upon a little river and further downstream. And there, as lucky: either the village or the highway.

We settled on the top of the hill for the night, choosing a small clearing under the fir trees that were close to the circle. Paws, putting them on the ground.

Koster, George, did not allow to kindle - Find the creek, go to the other side, then you can and the fire. But, only during the day! And now sleep! I, the first on duty.

George went from the lair to the extreme tree and, putting a few fir paws - sat down.

Seryoga immediately lay down and called - Taduhela, go lie down next to, and then it will be cold one day.

Taduhela went to George and sat down next

- Well, as you know, but I want to sleep so much that I don't even feel like eating.

George embraced her, and she lowered her head on his shoulder. From her body came the heat, to talk and, even to think, did not want anything, eyes stuck together, and he shook himself.

...

The first to wake up was burly. He sat down and touched his forehead; there was no pain, just a feeling that the head was slightly separate from the body. For about two minutes he sat and recalled; but, all I could remember was only Georgie’s dark and narrow eyes, and then there was a failure in blackness. He was surprised to find that the shoe was not on his feet. He looked around, but they did not come across.

The boss jerked, opened his eyes and immediately sat down. He sat for half a minute, as if he was thinking, and then looked around and, seeing a burly man, asked in surprise: “Who are you?”

Andrew, that was the name of the stout fellow, answered - Do you also remember nothing?

Boss shook his head - And what happened?

- Yes, it looks like they cut us down.

- Who?

- Yes, the one who is no longer here

He sat down a thug and immediately discovered the disappearance of his watch - Damn it, lost something?

The last two came to life, now without machine guns.

And then the boss saw the open gate, jumped and ran himself to close and already on the run it came to him that the diesel generator was not working.

It was already getting dark and, closing the gate, he returned to the others and, dropping on the move - Check the house, I will look at the generator - went to the extension.

Huskies, huddled under the porch, did not even protrude.

The belt was cut, the wires in the dashboard were torn off - the boss realized that today he couldn’t repair it and went to the house.

One of those with automatic weapons went towards me - Boss, the package was gone!

- They, what, with the parcel gone? - and then he saw that Andrew barefoot - Stop! You were shod, sort of?

Andrew sighed and spread his hands - It seems that the parcel on his own two left?

The boss somehow nervously laughed - Package, you say gone? Three and a half thousand pounds of this package ... - he stopped short and looked suspiciously at Andrei - who are you? Bruiser, who is it?

- Boss, I told you

- So repeat again!

- He came up to me and said ... - and again the thug did not finish what exactly Andrei had told him. Apparently it should not have heard the rest.

“Okay, let's go to the house, it's already dark, and it seems the rain is starting - he cursed - the lucky customers got caught.” Well, with the package they will not go far.

They entered the house and closed the doors on the bolt from the inside.

Twilight was gathering and it was dark in the house.

“So, you two are at the door, in two hours the traitor will change you, then I'm at the door, then again you.” Rumble go to sleep, and you - come with me.

Andrew went for the boss.

They sat at the table in the kitchenette and, glancing out the window, the boss asked - What happened?

- I think we were just knocked out.

- Yes, it is clear! But how?! And who? It seems to me that this is the gray-eyed ... it was too painful for him when I described the alignment. Do you think he could?

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