- Don't, don't.
Open your eyes on the couch. The window was already brighter.
But something, my chest hurts. There should have been no disease in his own heart, but when he moved his neck thinking something appropriate, Crewe, who seemed to have woken up to an unusual atmosphere, was stuck to his chest.
Desperate shape, slightly ringing his throat with a hia, hia doesn't mean he smashed his throat with a cold or anything, he doesn't seem to have a voice with fear. He's letting his mouth open and close tightly so the fish can breathe, but only the sound of a plunder comes out of it. I'm not crying, but my eyes are open, and I make a very painful look at what I remember.
but Sputnik knew that people wouldn't die from the sound of knocks. I scratched my head with disappointment and said, "Totally like this..." In the middle of the night, I remembered that the sun had already risen outside the window. "From the morning."
But in the meantime, I won't stop knocking. Doesn't seem to make sense to stay away.
I'll take the jacket that was falling on the floor and put it from my head on the frightened crew. And he seemed somewhat calm and quiet.
Is it because I slept in a weird position, my right shoulder and neck hurt strangely. I walked away rubbing my shoulders and stood in front of a door that hustled and rushed people.
"Yes."
"Open up here."
What came back was a bluffing voice.
"In which case..."
"Police."
Police station. That's a lot early, I thought. It's too soon for a letter to arrive over there and be contacted.
What if the general distracted me and told the police officers around? Then you should honestly welcome us into the room and hope to cooperate, and we'll talk soon.
"... business and proof of identity."
But.
The words that came out with my mouth were completely different from such calculations. Reaching out to the knob, he puts his hand on his hips and only makes his voice look slightly confused and returns it.
"Present the police notebook"
There was no hesitation in responding to the voice.
Proceed on the assumption that you are a real police officer.
What can I do for you?
"It's a girl's protection."
Over there, I know there's a kid here.
That guardian did the search? Or. I'll name a few things in my heart that I can come up with as possibilities.
"There was a call that the child was gone."
"From where?
"I have no obligation to answer. The informant is its guardian."
Is that really the guardian or what?
If so, the other thing I want to know is whether the person ahead of this door, one apart, is indeed a police officer - a bona fide third party or not, unaware of the circumstances.
Thinking for a moment, Sputnik asked:
"I was a traveling merchant, protecting the girl who was falling outside the city. How much do you owe the guardian? - You must be a 'precious' daughter."
Let that word, dare it, contain.
and. I heard whispering voices from the other side. The door is holding me back and I can't hear what you're talking about, but it looks like we're having a consultation. I assume there are at least two opponents.
What came back after a while was a voice that pushed my emotions to death.
"Prepare the 'right thing'"
But it was immediately possible to guess what the emotions of what had been killed were. A scornful grin. - The enemy, I thought.
That's not exactly the 'Sputnik's' enemy, though.
Correctly. At the same time I thought, I was pulled off the hem of my clothes and looked back. There stood a black lump - a crew with Sputnik's jacket completely over his head. Doesn't mean you're gonna die if you don't have something, but your right hand is holding Sputnik's belt and your left hand is holding the jacket you wore.
Sputnik thinks of the balance as he looks back into her eyes, pointing this way. Now, for this gold-bearing daughter, are you prepared to turn the men across the door to their enemies?
The fact that I didn't spend that long getting lost seemed to prove my youth and blue.
Face to face and tell in a hissed voice.
"Okay. Go back to the couch and wait. I'll be right there."
I thought you'd be sorry, but that didn't happen unexpectedly.
Crewe distorted his expression only slightly, crying just for a moment, but then immediately pulled his jaw. Shall I say that what I have made is determined? It was a terribly powerful thing.
And it was trembling, but it was still a solid voice, and she told me to whisper.
"They did it, so"
That's why I listen to Sputnik's orders - that I'm nobody else, that I'm his employee. Releasing his hand from Sputnik's clothes, he grips his thin, small hand in front of his chest and nods loudly. And when I turned my back uncertainly, I ran towards the back of the room. Eventually, in an invisible place from the entrance, I hear a pompous sound. I'm sure he sat on the couch.
Naturally, there is a laugh.
Yeah, but that's already my own employee, and I'm that employer.
Only then will I have to live up to that girl's expectations.
- Unlock it and hang your hand on the knob. And I opened the gap just a little bit, and I showed my face. Will there be two brunette men, some older than Sputnik?
The man immediately ID 'd Sputnik, no matter what he didn't say. Police notebook. - I know because I've seen it many times. It's real.
"Thank you for your hard work"
"Let my daughter out."
Returned to greeting is a high-pressure tone. But Sputnik made him laugh easily.
"I don't want to do that, but now, before she meets me, that girl says, 'Did you get scared enough to see me', if you're going somewhere, if you're not going with me, you're not going to grab my clothes and return them. If you don't mind, can I accompany you to the police station?"
"It's..."
"There will be talk of gratuities, won't there?
I won't make you say you forgot, just make me laugh.
Don't miss a moment when the two of them can't return the answer. Sputnik, who "sees it as consent" sooner than their hands reach the baton, declares so and pulls his neck in, locks the door immediately and returns to the back of the room. There was a figure of Crewe sitting on the couch with his spine stretched out properly.
In front of her, on her desk, there is a bottle. Sputnik first glanced at it in the light of the economy.
And when I stopped by Crewe's side, I dropped my knee on the spot and looked at her from a lower perspective than she did.
"Nah. Crewe."
Call her by her name. And - did the breath smell like alcohol? Mpu, and groaned briefly, and shook his hands wide in front of his face. The trick is strange.
Sputnik said this as he pushed a pure laugh to death.
"I want my shop."
"Store…"
"That's right. If it's going to happen, I'd love a city with a delicious melon bread shop."
I guess I remembered last night, slightly distorted the meat on my cheeks, bread, it was delicious, I shrugged.
Then it's superimposed. Keep on your knees there, turn to her eyes, Sputnik tells.
"Crewe. Use your 'physique' to fulfill my wish. When it comes true... well, whatever I have, I'll fix it for you."
Then.
Her big eyes opened up even bigger, and moistened, having had a great deal of difficulty with that 'physique'.
Then first, come on, come on, slowly twice. Then I snorted in tears, over and over again.
But sentimentally, I don't have time to delay things again. Don't, and the rough knock arrives again. But Crewe didn't tremble anymore.
Let Sputnik hold his bag and lift herself with both arms. "Is it heavy," he asked Crewe, holding his work bag in front of his chest, looking tight and saying, "Just a little bit". Above all.
Standing in front of a softly ringing door, Sputnik told Krew in his arms.
"Well, let's go, my employee."
"Where?
Somewhat troublesome when asked where.
But it's clear out there, and I feel good. I think their nostalgia was sweet and the ones I received seemed to have a few fewer digits. If you think about it, this girl isn't their "apology bill" or anything, she's just been "transferring" from their place to our store.
With that in mind, it was decided immediately, such as the answer.
It wasn't a good word at all or anything, but enough to that extent, such as why I acted, I'm sure.
"To request an increase in compensation, I guess."