seduction. Men, driven by a collective offense, for the fact that they are so easy to catch on the hook with the help of a beautiful female, with people like her, usually did not stand on ceremony. The woman understood this well.

Oh god Give her captain Chernov, who might be able to save her! The pink souffle ordered to her did not crawl into the throat, and time dragged on disastrously slowly.

But at last, the waiter approached her, and loudly inquired whether Frau did not want anything else, quietly speaking, without moving his lips, whispered: “In five minutes, go to Heyzhaussstraße 26”.

Claudia immediately understood what was going on. They practiced tricks to avoid surveillance in all areas of the city. At this address, there was one of the blocks with numerous walk-through courtyards. There, with a good set of circumstances, it was possible to escape from persecution, a lonely surveillance agent on a deserted street. But this is not the case! God, what did Dmitry come up with?

Leaving payment and tip, trying with difficulty to show calmness, she moved towards the specified address. In fact, her legs were trembling, her mouth was dry and at every moment she wanted to run somewhere. In the reflections of the shop windows, it was clear that as many as two fat dogs were stalking her.

One and the same thought pounded in my head: “Why do they still not arrest me?” The answer, apparently, was simple - disciplined Austrian agents, until they had time to receive an order to arrest. But confident in the immediate outcome, they almost openly pursued her. A weak and noticeably pale woman with excitement, with trembling hands, could not get away from them. The young brunette from the station and without hiding at all walked behind just ten fathoms, and she seemed to hear him gradually catching up.

The situation was becoming critical. Hardly having had time to reach the treasured door and reaching for the handle, Klavdiya Pavlovna, heard from behind her a commanding cry:

- Frau, wait, please!

The woman, with a jerk, opened the door to the front door, and rushed forward along the path that had been previously designated for the departure.

- Police! In the name of the law, stop! - rushed after her.

She ran with all her might, but the distance separating her from the agent was too small to escape from the pursuit. In addition, jumping into the porch, she out of the corner of her eye noticed that the second gendarme in civilian clothes, too, had gone to run in her direction and was already only forty yards away.

My heart was pounding, my legs were getting cotton. The back door of the front door had already slammed, and the rolling steps of its pursuer echoed echoingly were heard. Now they will catch her! She managed to open the next door leading into the labyrinth of walk-through courtyards, and that she had the strength to run. The dress was tangled between the legs, the big breasts inappropriately flew up at each step, and the beautiful hat, decorated with artificial flowers, flew off the head and now lay somewhere in the dust.

Miraculously, she managed to run under the arch to the next courtyard and hide in the next front door. Oddly enough, chase back steps could not be heard. “Did Dmitry?” - a grateful thought flashed through her head, but she immediately changed, another one: “What should I do next ?!”

The situation was really desperate - a real hunt is open to it! Half an hour ago, a telegraph dispatch came from Vienna to the local secret police station: “Urgently detain the Violet object.” Under such a pseudonym, Claudia Pavlovna had for some time been listed in the operational business of the Austro-Hungarian secret police. She had been led for four days now, but it turned out today that a high-ranking diplomat, who, in the absence of his wife, invited important mistress home, lost important documents that could be used to calculate agents in Russia. The Austrian counterintelligence didn’t need her as much as she knew as quickly as possible the channel through which the documents were probably transported to St. Petersburg in order to intercept them by any means. And polite interrogations such a case did not suggest. Most likely, sophisticated torture awaited the woman, and death at the end.But she simply did not know in what way, the paper delivered to her home. In this game, Claudia Pavlovna has become just a spending piece, which will donate without regret.

All the police and secret services of the Austro-Hungarian Empire, as they say, stood on their ears. In the direction of the Russian border was conducted a total search and inspection of all vehicles. But all for nothing! In order not to risk such valuable material, the leadership of the Russian intelligence decided to bring the documents to the French port of Calais, from where they would be transported to St. Petersburg by way of a steam boat.

The fugitive stopped to take a breath and think a little. She already understood that her Viennese antics were revealed, she was watched, and the quarter was most likely already surrounded. There was nowhere to go! This way of departure was intended for separation from single spits, and with the whole army of police officers and secret agents, she could hardly cope with something. But something had to be done! And then it came to mind that she had a wonderful thought. Running through the last entrance yard, her eyesight accidentally grabbed the rope with drying linen in the June sun and it seemed that on the very edge was a simple brown dress, which maids usually wear. It was a chance!

A woman rushed headlong back into the yard, and already on the run, heading for the cherished clothesline rope, began to untie the belt on the dress. Shelter for changing clothes was no time to look. If at this moment, someone from the inhabitants of the house looked out of the window, then he would see a fascinating picture. A beautiful, naked blonde with nipples wrinkled with excitement on large breasts covered with goose-skin, flashing elastic pubis, overgrown with light-brown hair, standing in the middle of the yard, stretched over her head, the dress of the maid. The dress was not enough, so the trousers and undershirt had to be thrown off too, remaining naked. Fortunately, right there on the rope hung a maid cap which makes the masquerade more believable. She hesitated for a couple of seconds in indecision, she shoved the removed clothes inside in the very way of a large laundry basket standing right there, and began to throw it on with other linen, removing it from the ropes.

As soon as the woman managed to somehow hide the clothes of her shirts taken off the rope and catch her breath, there was a rumble of a multitude of running legs. The raid has begun! And in the yard immediately appeared a few policemen in uniform and civilian. One of them, apparently, the head, immediately ran to the maid busily removing the clothes from the ropes in a large basket.

- Frau! You have not seen running lady here, blonde? Where did she run?

“There, herr officer!” Very suspicious person! It seems that on the run she lost her hat and didn’t even stop, - making large eyes, Klavdia Pavlovna said, pointing to her own hat, lying near the aisle.

- Follow me! There! Take channel! - that there are forces, the officer shouted, breaking into a falsetto. And three fat men, who had not yet had time to disperse along the aisles leading to the other courtyards and front doors, rushed in the indicated direction.

After a couple of minutes, filling the basket to the top with underwear, the blond maid humming a German song moved to the exit. The whole quarter was full of policemen who, in other matters, did not pay much attention to her. It was ordered to look for a blond lady in a blue dress, as well as to detain all the men, but not the maid, although she was also a blonde. Is it enough in Austria blondes? Now, if a police officer had paid attention to the gentle hands of this servant, or had smelled the delicate scent of French perfumes, exuded by her body, for Claudia Pavlovna, everything could have ended badly. But he, an experienced detective, in a rush of persecution, stupidly and already in the evening, will fill up, his service mistake and recovery from the authorities with snaps in the nearest beer hall. But the retention of a spy, which was practically in his hands, would certainly mean a reward, and possibly a promotion.

In the front door, at the exit, she found two very young soldier sentries.

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