Here there is nobody to lean, - continued Bela. Is either gangsters, or silent rubbish, which dreams only of filling the pocket,
and to it to spit, it will die after that or not. After all at them the present people here do not go. Garbage, losers. Ljumpeny. At
me hands shiver in the evenings from all it. I cannot sleep. The day before yesterday me have invited to sign the report on
accident. I have refused: absolutely clearly that to the person have ripped up a survival suit autogenous cutting. Then this
rascal, the secretary of trade union, has told that of me will complain. One month ago on Bamberge appear and in the same
morning three maidens disappear. I go to the managing director, and this stervets laughs to me in the person:" At you
hallucination, Mr. the commissioner, to you is time to return to your wife, maids "already seem to you. Eventually at me shot
three times. Yes, yes, I know that any fool did not try to get to me. But me from it it is not easier. And to think only, me have
planted here to protect a life and health of these obormotov! Yes fail all of them...
Bela has become silent and has crackled fingers.
Well-well, easy, Bela, - has told Strictly Jurkovsky.
Allow to leave to me, - Bela has told. - Here a companion, - he has specified in Zhilin, is, possibly, new commissioner...
It not the new commissioner, - has told Jurkovsky. - get acquainted, the flight engineer of "Tahmasiba" Zhilin.
Zhilin has slightly bowed.
What "Tahmasiba"? - Has asked Bela.
It is my ship, - has told Jurkovsky. - Here that we now will make.
We will go to the managing director, and I will tell to it some words. And then we will talk to workers. - it has risen. - anything,
Bela, be not afflicted. Not you the first. At me this Bamberga too here sits.
Bela has told ozabochenno: - Only it is necessary to take with itself a little ours. There can be a fight.
The managing director here feeds up the whole gang of gangsters.
What ours? - Has asked Jurkovsky. - you said that on anybody here cannot rely.