BEECH **************** ******************
Shtirlitsa adventures and other adventures Bormann
continued
Night Parteigenosse slept badly. He dreamed a terrible dream
that he, Bormann, attending the night of the Capitol, and all
of a sudden one of the doors out Stirlitz wiping bloody hands
and says "Next." Two healthy FBI grab Parteigenosse
hands and feet and thrown into the office Shtirlitsa. Borman
zasoprotivlyalsya and was awakened by a meaningful impact on
forehead.
Above him stood Stirlitz and holding a large
a weight.
- In the merry ... - He said grimly, and Parteigenosse
realized that Stirlitz today in a foul mood.
He wiped his forehead with sweat, and said:
- Stirlitz, and I came up with!
- Why are you still out there figured out - even more gloomy
Stirlitz said, pulling from the frying pan to the insole
shoe.
- About a dog - said Borman.
Russian intelligence officer reacted to this good news to be
extremely quiet.
- Well? - He said.
- Let's buy ... er ... lap-dog!
- Okay, to hell with you, - said Stirlitz relenting and
giving up on the table a greasy frying pan with burnt oranges.
In the corner near the door woke Pastor Schlag. While he
sighing and crossing himself, crawled to the table, from
yachinitsy there were only a drop of fat, vykovyrennogo prudent
Russian intelligence agent from the tin with stewed meat.
Happy Stirlitz went to work. In his pocket lay
new brass knuckles, cast the other day. Trace, and looking
around running from lamp to lamp, and crept Parteigenosse
Bormann, who decided for himself to hunt down and Shtirlitsa
himself to report what he was doing.
Stirlitz was gloomy and thoughtful. He certainly knew who was
directed against fat locusts from Banks Mr. Minister. Stirlitz
seething with resentment and even violently grabbing his hand
knuckles.
Now he walked into a biological laboratory, where,
rumored to be preparing some kind of horrible poison. Russian
intelligence has decided to go ahead, so both security guard,
who were lucky enough to sit in the entrance, flew off in
different directions with broken noses.
Entering the room, Stirlitz blew his nose, spat
once on the carpet and mp and times into a mirror and entered
the elevator, where he wrote on the wall "heart of our party
mighty - Lenin's central committee "and push
into the wall just four buttons.
Elevator took him to the seventh floor. Stirlitz out
on the site. Smelled of perfume and carbolic acid, somewhere a
heart-rending wailing dog.
- Monsters - said Stirlitz. - I hate.
He took out the brass knuckles and broke the
first-encountered the glass. Shook himself from the debris and
broke another. In formed hole, he saw two ladies, frightened
bending over test tubes in which gurgled
something to be extremely smelly.
- And here I am - said Stirlitz quite kindly,
poking a foot in the hole. Ladies with
squeal flew into the hallway (albeit through the door) and
disappeared on the staircase.
A minute later on the street there was a howl of police
sirens.
Stirlitz alert.
On the table where the ladies something they cooked, sat very
large rat, and quite indifferent looked at
Shtirlitsa.
Russian intelligence officer looked suspiciously at her
and a dashing movement threw all available
table tube on the floor. There was a hiss and a liquid
quickly began to evaporate.
From an adjacent room rang out injured dog
curve, and from the stairs resounded the characteristic
rattling.
Stirlitz instantly realized that a number of Parteigenosse
Bormann, who decided to test the new rope a brick from the very
strong clay on his light head.
Russian intelligence officer poked his shoulder the door to
an adjacent room. If he knew how to read in English, he
would have noticed the inscription on the door opens inward.
But Stirlitz powerful blow landed and burst the door
in the next room.
to be continued ...
