Rimanoa

Plus one village

August 19, 20:31 PM.

The heated conversation between the wanted men and the head of the organization in the largest city in the United States continued.

Suddenly, the phone on the desk of the "boss" rang.

"What?" he replied, and after a few seconds added. — Have her come into my office." Then he hung up the phone and announced to the world, "Farmer will be right in." "Who the hell is that?" — Amoramente and I asked at the same time.

The expression on Anastozzi's face changed dramatically for the worse, "Don't you know Farmer?"

"No, I'm just asking…" — our humble duo remained the same. "Well, I guess you'll find out."

The door to the room opened and an ambalistic-looking "kolkhoznik" in his proper clothes entered. As a matter of fact, I had never seen such people in such clothes before, nor did I expect to see them in the "embassy". When this pile of "communist labor" was shifting from foot to foot, one could think that a hole would "grow" in the floor and plaster would fly from the walls (which, by the way, did not exist — they were replaced by gorgeous wallpaper).

Upon reaching the middle of the room, the 20th century wonder unclenched his lips and said, "The boss has arrived."

"Okay. I just got a call from David (obviously Anastozzi's right-hand man). Said you have a plan."

"It is."

"Tell me about it."

"From what I understand, three subjects need to get out of the city, and as soon as possible."

"You got it right."

"Since the surface is blocked off by the police, I suggest we exit through the sewers…" Vychiko's pupils dilated sharply, "Your idea is a complete… (mate again)."

"But the boss…"

"The idea of your… (checkmate again)."

"The sewer goes out to the Brooklyn Bridge…" "Look, you're wha… (the mate got into a rhythm)."

"Hold on, Luciano. — I got into someone else's mat. — I think that's a pretty good suggestion."

Anastozzi calmed down a bit, but still continued to swear.

"So you're suggesting we go out through the sewers to the foot of the Brooklyn Bridge and then cross the East River?"

"Quite right."

"Oh, it's all fairy tales," — exceeded the voice of the Sicilian master of the mat. "I said, 'Wait a minute, Luciano. Suppose we cross the East River, what next?" "That I don't know…"

"Yeah, you don't know neither…" — Võchiko continued to blubber. "Okay, I've thought of something…" — I wondered.

"What else did you come up with in there?"

"No big deal… Anyway, tell your guys to expect us in three cars from 10pm tomorrow." "Why tomorrow?"

"I want to sleep."

"And why on three?" — Lightning intervened. "For me, you and colch…"

"I'm not crawling in piles of shit."

"It's dangerous on the surface. The cops and fedaras are probably staring at the bridges over the river with their eyes wide open."

"I'm going in a helicopter."

"I think they'll follow up on all the requests to order helicopters and do something about it, so don't think Brosman's idea is any safer."

"I know, but either way I'm not facing the death penalty."

"It's up to you…" I turned back to Farmer. — And you, while I sleep, prepare the blueprints for the tunnels… Yes, by the way, maybe there are some communications under the East River and we won't have to swim to…"

"They're there, I know that, but you'll have to climb up to your neck in shit."

"Well, okay, we'll see, but I need to get some sleep first, we crawl out tomorrow at 2100 hours."