- The lethal outcome is not excluded, - that recognised.
- I also count on it, - the leader of Makomber has said. All with amazement vozzrilis on it. - Yes, friends, I have not made a
reservation. Do not forget that somewhere in Deep space the Planet of Villains - a disgusting nest of space robbery,
inescapable threat to all peace civilisations continues to prosper. Only Two-headed Jul in all foreseeable Universe knows
one, where it is located, but till now he obstinately was silent.
Perhaps, now, in the face of death he will repent or will get tired to store secret...
- How you can so to speak, a leader of Makomber? - Galja has indignantly exclaimed. - the Person is dangerously sick, he
dies in a captivity, far from the native land, and you...
Old man Sasha has seen in its fine eyes of tear and has begun to tremble. But the leader has severely shifted grey-haired
- Be silent, the silly little girl! - it has thundered a voice which, possibly, Turn all suddenly ordered "!" - What to me business to
a life and death of one villain when on me responsibility for safety of my planet and hundreds other brotherly worlds lies? And
who can tell, what the Great Octopus with the gang for these three years while dvuhgolovyj the bastard idled among
walruses on the Black Rock has done? The native land, you speak? At this rascal is not present and there can not be a
native land! He is a damned traitor of a great brotherhood of reason in the Universe, and expiate the monstrous fault it can
only in one way...
- You are absolutely right, a leader of Makomber! - the new voice has sounded at doors.
All as captivated listened to angry speech of the glorified leader, even uncle Vitema who has fallen asleep at a lilac portiere
with a frying pan and a bowl in hands, and nobody has noticed that in a tavern there was one more visitor.
There was it absolutely silently, it was heard even by the former spy Jaturkenzhensirhiv with its most refined hearing, and
there was it here already at least some minutes - probably, too listened. It stood having stooped, opershis a breast on heavy
steel to a jail, the high young man in a red-white fitting suit for a scuba diving in northern widths, with very pale beautiful face
on which the big green eyes which have seemed to Old man Sashe amazingly familiar were allocated. From the young man
plentifully flew, and the threadbare carpet under his feet fairly has got wet.
- Aramis! - Galja has joyfully screamed and, having jumped through a stool, has hung at it on a neck.
- Aramis! - with amazement Athos has said.
- Aha, here and Aramis, - udovletvorenno has told a leader of Makomber.
- And I knew for a long time that Aramis will come, - has squeaked Jaturkenzhensirhiv, clinging to Galina hair not to fall down
Old man Sasha, naturally, has told nothing, and uncle Vitema to whom everything was indifferent, except appetite of the
visitor, it is important progudel: - Welcome, dear Aramis! Is glad to welcome again you in "the Lonely lily of the valley".
- Hello, friends, - has spoken Aramis, throwing heavy to a jail in a corner. - hi, the relative, - he has told, embracing
incomparable Galju. - Greetings, Athos, hundred years did not see! I welcome you, a leader of Makomber, you, as always,
very opportunely. Hello, uncle Vitema. And you hi, the small spy! - I for a long time any more the spy, - has with insult objected