Here and now he too understood something such that I did not know, but I did not test even the bare satisfaction. Anybody I
did not take, nobody waited for interrogation with kljapom in a mouth but only the mysterious person with the spoilt destiny
rushed about on the huge tender earth, rushed about, c not find any peace, rushed about, as poisoned, and itself poisoned
all whom met, despair and insult, betrayed and fell a victim of treachery...
-- I once again remind you, the poppy, - has told suddenly Ekselents quietly. - it is dangerous. And it is especially dangerous
that itself about it does not know.
-- Yes who it such, devil take it? - I have asked. - the madman android? - At androida there can not be a secret of the
person, - Ekselents has told. - do not distract.
I have thrust repi in a pocket of a jacket and have sat down directly.
-- Now you can go home, - Ekselents has told. - to nineteen zero-zero you are free. Then be nearby, in city boundaries, and
wait for my call. Probably, this night he will try to get into a museum. Then we will take.
-- Well, - I have told without any enthusiasm.
It it is frank otsenivajushche has examined me.
-- I hope, you in shape, - have spoken it. - we will take together, and I am already too old for such exercises.
On June, 4th 78 years.
Museum of extraterrestrial cultures. Night.
At 01.08 the Radio bracelet at me on a wrist has peeped, and the vocal murmur of Ekselentsa has murmured a tongue
twister: "a poppy, a museum, a front entrance, quickly..." I have slammed a cabin cap that has not struck air, and have
included the engine on a forcing from a place. Glajder a candle has soared up in the star sky. Three seconds on braking.
Twenty two seconds on planning and orientation.
On the star area it is empty. Before a front entrance too anybody. Strange... Aha.
From a cabin the zero at the corner of a museum appears a black lean figure. Slides to a front entrance. ekselents.
Glajder villages silently before a front entrance. Immediately on the panel the alarm bulb has flashed, and the soft voice of the
cyberinspector has said with reproach: "landing glajderov on the star area is not authorised..." I have cast away a cap and
have jumped out on a roadway. ekselents already pottered at doors, bossing a magnetic master key. "Landing glajderov on
the star area..." - the cyberinspector pathetically broadcast.