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Fairy tale. The remake (part 2) of

Part 1 can be read here.

Shpiyenka did not contact many days - Winnie - to Down was why to be nervous.

- was Sent by God of sotrudnichok, - Winnie was annoyed. - For a week of all asked for leave and on you - disappeared into thin air! Look for winds in P now - Ole. Here the Wood goblin has an agency - the Hag, the imp, - witch (Kirilln`s aka) - centuries that - centuries! - by the millennia it is checked. From a half-word, from a semi-look it is understood. On the first whistle before its eyes are. And all why? Because evil spirits. And this... the youth is afraid of nothing - either Hell, or Hel.

Winnie`s Mood was aggravated also with disgusting telecommunication with the Center today. “alle, alle!“ - Winnie in a tube vainly shouted. The tube answered with space silence. “Rather a turtle will crawl to Firsanovki, than will reach the Center, - the Down was angry. - And with these people I was going to create KSL!“

at the very beginning of the recruiting activity the native from brigs of Foggy Albion, Winnie, not really - that trusted Russians. Aglitsky snobbery prevented it to trust some Arinam, Pelageyam, KATERINAM, and Akulina`m. Creating a secret-service network, he was guided, first of all, on native to his ear and alien to Russian - names, such as, for example, Ket, O’Merry, Marie, Emily, Lusi. Even the “polyatsky“ name of Zosya inspired in it first some trust.

However after a while Winnie was forced to recognize

that he was deeply mistaken as Just picture was is as follows: it became clear, for example, that O’Merry, was passionate “horselover“, and the most part of agency money of a prosazhival for this pleasure, having ceased even, by its own recognition, “to use Romanians“ (!) ... The red-haired Vietnamese resident with the French roots, Marie of Govt - Wan, ran on the Russian capital searching darkly day and night - the cherry dress seen by it somehow in a dream... “Too to me... Mendeleyeva!“ - Winnie sarcastically reacted, having learned about it.

did not equal Vinniny hopes also semi-secret Marin P., Natasha S., Yaroslava M., Elena N. and Polina K. Vprochem, as well as sharp-sighted and retentive malyshnya - Lelik, a mamanechka, Antoshik, Irishka and Rebenka... Over time Winnie came to a conclusion that only the radio operator of Ket - the only person who can be trusted as these strange Russians spoke, “on all hundred“.“ The Russian woman is enigma“, - liked to repeat Down. He was fond of the Russian folklore studies, and, except such rare languages as, for example, Lebanese and Odia, in perfection seized also old Slavic. However, to be fair it is necessary to tell, did not bring Winnie “old“ secret-service guard, so-called “OBS“ - the Woman Lena and the Woman Nyura: from them he learned, for example, that the new Russian - Zhambyn Batmunkh who began building with luxurious cottages of the Old Wood - left, not for Astrakhan as it was supposed, and to Petrozavodsk - for the Karelian birch furniture to it, you see there was a wish...

the Radio operator of Ket sadly sighed, and is imperceptible for Winnie dusted a handheld transceiver his favourite Wrangler jeans (which, by the way, Winnie got at the Sothebys auction) hanging nearby on a chair. Then she got from Funtik Irisku, and thoughtfully sent her to a mouth. Filing of the Elle magazine for 1973 was read by it in a today that is called from cover to cover. Before the radio operator on a rare Faience saucer the madamchik strewed with icing sugar a donut lay. “Eh, farewell, mine 90 - 60 - 90“, - Ket thought, with love and tenderness looking at an appetizing donut. However, she began “to relax“ and say goodbye to ““ even in the morning when she afforded hot Pai - a dream with Viola, and continued - during the lunchtime when they with Winnie in 10 minutes tore to pieces (nerves and how you thought?) pizza with a diameter of 70 cm with the exotic name “Carbonara“...

- the Chief, it is possible to listen to music? - carefully asked Ket Winnie - the intense silence interrupted by his grumble and grunting weighed it.

- the Crank you, Ket, - shrugged Winnie`s shoulders. - Listen, of course. Again, probably, this... how it? On - on group or...“ Nana“? - among musical preferences of Winnie there were only blueses, jazz compositions and a soul. However most of all Winnie loved the Tango.

of Ket turned on the music, corrected flowers in a vase: the amazing bouquet presented it some unfamiliar MAN this morning - the Mimosa, the Cornflower, Astra - such combination of spring, summer and early fall...

by

it was gone the Sun Is red. Got dark.
- is fine, to see, uselessly today to wait for it, - Winnie summed up and, having clicked the switch of a desk lamp, lit SVETKA. - To esteem, perhaps...
He got up from - for a table, having crackled Joint`ami (“Salts what them!.“), approached book Stella`zhu di mare. Carried out by a palm on the jammed backs of the favourite books... There was Milne (still!) Camus, Sartre, Zhaprizo, Kafka, and - independently - “Murders in the Rue Morgue“ of Edgar Poe...
- By the way, - Winnie remembered, - Poe promised me shanks of a stefanotis... What today day of week? Not Thursday?
- Friday, - an echo responded Ket: having mastered in perfection German, it was accepted to English, and did not miss an opportunity to practise it...

Suddenly from the street strange sounds - whether clatter of hoofs, whether a drumbeat reached. Winnie shuddered, looked back:
- What is it?
- Mushtang to see, trains, at them with the Gazelle, Lama and Ponechka in a week of competition in run, - Ket answered, cleaning a handheld transceiver in a suitcase.

Winnie`s

looked out in a window: smelled of Bilberry, Siniy a twilight behind a window was filled with sounds, habitual for late evening: it is lazy potyavkival of bimka and Monmarency - the echo multiplied and carried after the district their quiet and “aaw“, croaked Breke Ke, VAKH hummed - Murka, somewhere it is far in the wood, behind the field, sowed by VIKA and Yarovoy wheat, the OWL crashed, from - under a porch almost inaudible rustling of sichan`a and a mouse who hid from the Silver fox, Foxuka and Alison reached: sichan which started a lawsuit with Komsomolskaya Pravda accurately filed in the file the copy of the next claim in the Supreme Court, and the mysha treated - a pad, tying to it rags, the impregnated znakharsky medicines, and a throat, rinsing it broth of miracle herbs, - at the same time seriously thinking of change of a nickname with something is mysterious - homeopathic:“ Restep“ or Bryonia...

On a porch sat Lisk and knitted a hook 148 - oh a cover for the mobile phone, being in time at the same time it is lazy to wave away a fluffy Ryzhenky tail from Mushilda buzzing over an ear.

In the nest built on a century oak which grew near Winnie`s lodge the Daw dozed, motherly having gently embraced the Wing of the Young daw who strong clamped in pads the favourite toy - the Plasticine Crow. Thawed and again there was in the evening twilight K. Cheshirsky`s smile...

- it is interesting to

and what all - eyes at K. Cheshirsky - Emerald or Akvamarinchik`ovye? - yawning Winnie thought...