Rimanoa

Minus one fool

August 19, 20:28 PM.

"I don't know how to get you out of here. — replied Luciano Anastozzi, the youngest "ambassador" of Cosa Nostra in its history (31 years old), who commanded in New York (his nickname was Vychico; why he had such a nickname, there is no explanation, maybe it was his childhood nickname, but he was a unique person. A lover of arguments and fights of such size and frenzy that they were remembered for a long time, not for him, but for the victims. If anything went wrong, as he wanted or even worse, from his mouth came just a terrible mat that I, sometimes being near, enriched my vocabulary. And, if he did not like something and seemed useless, he "processed" it with such words, that indeed, sometimes it could seem so. Among other things, he made a particularly good impression from the first minutes), fidgeting in his fancy chair for two thousand dollars. — They won't even take you alive anymore…"

"What makes you think that?" — Brosman asked in a flash.

"You said the cops took notice of you right after you accelerated. Is that right?" "So."

"And then, obviously, when they had time to see the license plates — they started shooting. They wouldn't just shoot a daredevil. They knew who they were shooting at." "Well… Maybe."

"The license plates were probably set by the FBI… By the way, Longe, I think this Jeep is yours?"

"Yes, — " Lightning withdrew.

"Well, there you see, so what's all this complete followed by a collection of matting

on the subject for a full twenty-five seconds — But the only good thing is that at least you got here, and I don't know what to do next "

"We just need to " — Brosman began.

"Nothing is simple. So you just forget the word 'just'," Vychiko snapped at him with his favorite expression.

"Anyway, we need to get out of town."

"Yes you are the cleverest!" — Anastozzi nodded his head. He liked to say "simple," though he usually didn't realize it.

"Maybe by helicopter "

"Yeah, we'll do some more digging. — I intervened. — We should wait until things calm down and— By the way, no one's seen you, Pierce, so you can go on your way."

My phrase gave Brosman a slight shock. Afterward, he grinned with great satisfaction and breathed a sigh of relief: "You're right, yikes. You're damn right."

"Oh, it's all complete…" — Vychiko began his new statement, while the "lover of intricate things" headed for the exit.