35

The two days following the visit of the foreigner passed like a nightmare.

I hardly left my room, stupidly watching through the window the movements of half-breeds in painted helmets, prowling under every pebble, in every flower bed every hour something that only they knew.

Astakhov was either with them, or supervised the updating of video cameras and alarms, or received boxes, as I thought, with weapons.

One got the impression that the house was preparing for war, and I could not get rid of the thought that I was partly to blame for this - the weak point of the owner of the city.

Damn, at least put a slipper on it, there will be no sense!

After two more days, I was ready to climb the wall. Firstly, due to the fact that my plans to hit the road to Diana and Yegor were covered with a copper basin. Boris asked me not to leave the house and, as an additional guard, assigned me his best shooter, who cheerfully followed me on my heels, managing at the same time to control his scumbags and