- Did you beat them well? Do you like it? - Landskricht's voice sounded.
Meanwhile, hand was putting the gun back.
- What's going on? - Zadnikov muttered, suddenly regaining his ability to speak.
- Now we'll end up where no one will find you, you bastard, - she answered, inserting the word "bastard" clearly not seriously.
After that, Zadnikov swayed and was overcome by some strange feeling, as if he had gone into some kind of fog, where something like weightlessness reigned. Landskricht had been holding on tightly to his hand all this time. Perhaps that was the whole point.
When the weightlessness subsided, as suddenly as it had appeared, he found himself in the middle of a night field.
- And I, so you know, was a cool special agent, sometimes I thrashed the military of the Superfederant on both banks, before that I did something similar in different corners of world - Zadnikov declared in a dull and indifferent voice, increasingly overcome by a feeling as if he had been captured, if not to say that he had died.
- Yes, I know, - answered Landskricht, - Did you like it?
- I liked it, - he admitted simply.
- Well, now you'll be bored. You'll have to get used to it.