There are radioactive rats in the basement!
I stared at the tree for five minutes. To the howling of an open window.
And why is Timosha so touchy? Well the tail! Ah has come!
Bandaged and all! No, I should have broken through the window!
I'll have to save my furry ass!
The parquet floor under the window looked like a snowdrift. Snowdrift.
I ran through the doorway after my friend. I expected that the snowdrift will support, but no. It turned out to be melted. As if heating all the same.
And gave me a boost. But as abees I have not included, then I'm on the drift sideways was the one who went out the window.
Only the Slippers flashed.
I got out of the snowdrift. I remembered the intercom.
Keys in the jacket. Jacket on a hanger. A hanger in the milky way universe.
The open window beckons with a warm flickering light. Soon the source of the light appeared.
A tree with a star on its head looked out at me.
I found that I had caught hold of a garland and dragged it to the window.
Ate the heat, lucky.
I looked in the basement window.
The radioactive rats were probably snorting at me from the other side.
Timosha! "whisper first.
Timosha-Ah! - this time a little louder.
"Boy! "a voice behind me.
"CHO-I twitched.
An old man in a black fur coat.
He squints at me, his beard gray below his chest. And he was dark, as if from Malta.
It's not good to hurt animals! - mumbled.
Yes, I accidentally-began to justify myself. Stop. And who are you anyway?
"I Am Rudra.
"Is that your nickname?"
Some half-wit half-wit or something?
"A man will not listen until he is punished!"
What will it be about?
The old man took a long knotted branch from under his fur coat.
I was dumbfounded. He takes it out of the gate, takes it out, takes it out.
I look at my watch. The trick dragged on.
Voila. Well, thank God.
And ka-AK will Bang his stick into a snowdrift.
Aimax, damn it. Thunder, snowballs in all directions.
I was trying to cover up or duck down, you know, not a photo-shoot pose.
In it, he froze, pinned to the wall.
He raked the snow out of his ear and chewed it into his mouth.
Not bad. Sugar is low.
But an unnatural silence.
The old man was gone, and I looked around.
Vaughn's car was just coming down the road. Stopped right in the middle.
Oh, man, and the snowflakes are hanging in the air. This is Cho. How's that?
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