The boy pushed away a portrait and is lost rubbed the hurt nose, before eyes violet and orange moths flew. And then Artem felt how steel pincers squeezed hands. Two striped, with wings, violet with a pink strip, drones capitally took the little boy. On the heads of bees there were helmets with the turning flashers.
The boy it is frightened clanked with teeth and whispered:
- Yes I there is nothing it is not guilty!
Then arisen, more precisely jumped out because of a translucent wall of the box unclear to destination, third bee with a flower hobotok instead of a nose of a provorkovaclass="underline"
- And why our Dzhabba the Corpse chose you?
Artyom suddenly bryaknut as if having appeared at a board at a lesson in sunday schooclass="underline"
- It is a lot of invited, but it is not enough elite!
- You still talk, vakuumnogolovy! - The bee commander cut off. Drones looked larger and thicker, on their paws bicepses of experienced body builders bulked up. But their rylets are stupid, and hobotka terminated in a square. Well, and at the commander epaulets cast gold though asterisks and it is not visible, and on a tip a beautiful pink butonchik.
And the world as if fantastic, the dog on six paws opened a mouth ... and three languages on the caterpillar laptop plays. Here children in red collars walk. In their eyes Artyom intercepted a fright and some suffering. Clothes at these pioneers elegant, but suntanned legs for some reason barefoot and strongly brought down as if before it they were forced many kilometers to stamp on the stony, mountain road.
Artem felt more and more uncomfortably, but the real fear was not. Somehow all here unreal, even the sun in the sky four, and a form absolutely unearthly. The dream, a typical prolonged dream which if you are really not woken in the morning, can gain the most surrealistic lines, to be brighter than the American fantastic blockbuster. It is a pity only then, you almost from such waves of a deity of Morpheus remember nothing.
But here nevertheless somehow the weight and when one of drones stepped to it on sneakers has quite real feelings, a body, fingers standing responded real pain. And the forehead in which struck a portrait unpleasantly burned, and began to smell from drones too real, pollen mix, and a dirty pig. Even nostrils tickles and there is a wish to sneeze. No, nevertheless the dream can be such, hands and lokotka ache, and wrists rub handcuffs.
The truth as it is typical for the city, there is no smell of gasoline or what charcoal. The breeze continually informs of rich forest aromas, from the growing, very magnificent trees and beds. But for more developed, than a terrestrial civilization of race, lack of an internal combustion engine it is quite natural.
To Artyom it was remembered how the great science fiction writer Jules Verne foretold that in transport and life electric motors will dominate. But so far won the twentieth century, the harmful and not pleasant motor of internal combustion.
Artur once again looked back: and where his friend, this space boy? Really was afraid and what waits for it now?!
The car of local "cops" is similar to an UFO, only an oval form, and with quite human flashers. Artyom very roughly, having nearly broken out joints, threw in a fuselage, and a sliding door as if in a supermarket, slammed. In the same way, not movably lying chain as if the cobra rushed on a leg and strong squeezed a stone.
Artem screamed and tried to delay the hands which are held down ahead a chain:
- Painfully, it is not necessary!
- Better zakasay trouser-leg! - Prompted it a boyish voice.
Artyom turned. The mobile chamber was lit with greenish light, and it went literally from all ceiling. Light was pleasant and for some reason the boy at once felt calm. Darted a glance at speaking.
The ordinary boy, tow-haired as Artyom, but with short ezhy as if it gave a crew cut and hair were in time already grow. With it one more boy, slightly reddish, and already quite tall, thin girl. Quite terrestrial children, with good suntan, but not swarty. European lines, correct and perhaps even beautiful and photogenic faces. The clothes are elegant: the shirts, blouses, summer shorts and a short skirt painted with florets under all colors of a rainbow, but barefoot with the brought-down both soles and knees, on the right leg carnivorous and quite live snake stuck.
Not so terrible and even it seems is younger than Artyom.
The boy gave them a hand and with visible composure said:
- Yes nothing terrible ... we will be familiar.
In reply silence and the alerted views. Then Artyom continued with shy confidence:
- I made nothing, and children are not put for anything?
The reddish boy with an oblong face, very strongly looked like the juvenile actor playing in the American blockbuster of Peter Pen, gave a hand in reply and gloomy tone said:
- You are not local! And it is enough to accuse of espionage and illegal crossing of border!
Artyom, being perplexed, slapped few times eyelashes and asked:
- If so, then ... Why you so well speak Russian?
It was answered by already tow-haired boy:
- Because in hell all speak Russian, and only in paradise apply Hebrew!
. HEAD NO. 4
Marat Apelsinov, rubbing the greyish beard and the bald patch which is making the way on a forehead, noticed:
- As a rule, the Lord so obviously terrestrial does not interpose in the matter ...
The Lucifer changed the shape again, now it was the young man without mustache in a massive helmet and with a sniper rifle in hands. Its camouflage looked is quite modern, and on a rifle the riflescope struck with frills more abruptly than the Hollywood excesses. Blue, radiant eyes of a youth devil were suddenly closed mirror, with a reflected light of the crossed swords, points. The Lucifer by a ringing voice objected:
- There are some rules ... But I already obviously interfered and the Lord can use an occasion, considering the created applicant!
The demon cat unexpectedly showed the teeth and playfully rotating a tail of a peacock to what he liked to change forms, noticed:
- In this case there is one factor ... Which it is better to hold back so far!