- Volodja! - Dauge has exclaimed. Is an error. It not I.
- And who? Is it! - Dauge has clapped Bykova on a hairy breast. Is, Volodja, such joker!.
The Jurkovsky has for a moment looked at Alexey and has turned away. The bulls, opened there was a mouth to take part in
game, only has coughed and has kept silent.
The Jurkovsky does not accept it in game is it was clear. Dauge also has understood it, and to it too it became awkward.
At this moment the door has opened, and Ermakov pozval: - Companions, your turn.
Very happy with such turn of business. Bulls has hasty passed in an office.
At first they were examined by the doctor - the burning brunette with a fantastic nose.
Dauge it has released, without having told words, but, examining Bykova, has pointed a finger at a long hem on its breast
and sprosil: - What is it? - Failure, - has laconically answered Bulls.
- For a long time? - The doctor has not less laconically enquired, lifting a nose.
- Six years.
- Consequences? - Without, - the engineer has told, in a pointed manner considering doktorovu nose bridge.
Dauge has quietly giggled.
The doctor has written down something in the thick book on which appeared: "Medical diary N 4024. Bulls Alexey
Petrovich", also has led friends in the next room. There they have seen the big matte-white case. The doctor has aimed a
nose in Dauge and has suggested it to enter into this case. The case door was silently closed, the doctor has pressed some
keys on the panel on the right side of a case, and silent buzz immediately was heard. On the panel have lighted up,
exchanging winks, multi-coloured bulbs, have begun to hesitate arrows of devices. It proceeded minute one and a half then
the device has sonorously clicked and has thrown out whence the white leaf covered with equal lines of letters and figures.
Bulbs have gone out, and the doctor has opened a door. Dauge has got out a back forward, rubbing a shoulder.
The doctor has turned to Bykovu and has cheerfully nodded to it nosom: - Forward! Alexey has coughed and has got into a
case. There it was dark. Cool metal hoops were closed on his shoulders and on a belt, have pressed to something warm and
soft, have lifted, have lowered. Red light, then greenish has flashed, then something has pricked in a forearm, and Bulls felt
free. The door has opened.