She has leant back on a pillow and has told, looking in a ceiling:
- At such moments it seems to me that you any not the publisher. Everybody - spy Kantonov, the employee of domestic
special services. And can also hidden by the Mafiosi. Too many you know also too many you foresee.
Santajja has opened eyes and has half-risen from bed:
- You can not trust me, but I really wish to help the country. And for this purpose it is not obligatory to be the worker of special
services. The main thing to want. And I not only want, but also I can. And you will help me with it.
It has closed it from light the hair and is damp has stuck into lips. And She ironed it on a back and thought that here again
was on sale with giblets to this glamour stinker.
The chapter the fifth
Preparation for elections went with might and main. Candidates on a post of the First Minister exercised the wit, applying all
conceivable and inconceivable ways of self-advertisement. To the power were torn both serious people, and frank clowns
with profascist slogans.