"Sergey Lukjanenko - Labyrinth Of Reflections" - читать интересную книгу автора (Lukjanenko Sergey)

hand several times, then start moving my finger over it, erasing. Now the
blond stately robust fellow looks back at me from the troubled mirror. The
face is good natured looking and plain to aversion.
- Thanks, - I say to the program and rise. Standing still I enjoy the
forest, hell knows for how long didn't I get here out of the city's
stench...
- Waiting for me, aren't we, Mr Nice Guy? - the question from behind
the back. I turn around - the huge wolf, up to my chest in height, emerges
from the bush.
- Maybe for you, - I answer admiring the wolf. Hell, he's awesome! He's
really gray, and not simply gray but of exact blackish/grayish wolfs' color.
The fur is felted here and there, a burdock is stuck to the right forepaw.
- Shouldn't I eat you, Mr Nice Guy? - asks the wolf and bares his
teeth, his fangs are yellow like smoker's, one is missing totally.
I improvise mockingly, - Why would thou brag emptily, run thouself onto
my mighty sword? Better serve me well!
The wolf smiles and sits down, - And what the payment will be, the
mighty warrior?
- Three grands each, - I inform him.
The wolf nods, satisfied, rubs his muzzle with a paw and asks, -
Al-Kabar?
- Good guess.
- Mission?
- Theft.
- Who's the customer?
I just shrug. The answer is as rhetoric as the question. The customers
don't like to disclose themselves.
- Let's give it a try, - decides the wolf, - Are you ready?
- Quite.
- Let's go.
I scramble onto the wolf's back and he runs through the forest in
relaxed pace. I instinctively duck the tree branches, the wolf snickers. Let
him have some fun.
In a couple of minutes we leave the forest. The yellow sand is under
the feet now. It's very hot, and wind blows make me to narrow my eyes. The
chasm nearly 100 meters wide is ahead, and the Eastern styled city can be
seen on the opposite side. Minarets, domes, everything in
orange-yellow-green colors. Pretty nice. Not far away from us there's a...
well, let's call it the "bridge" across the chasm: the thread, thin as a
string. One its end is on the city wall, the other is being held in the hand
of the ugly stone statue around 10 meters high. The statue's face is quite
terrifying.
- Looks like a tough piece of work... - notes the wolf, - don't you
think you've sold yourself too cheap, Ivan The Prince?
- God knows... - I answer examining the statue, - I was warned about
the bridge...
- What are you gonna steal?
- Ripe apples...
- Oh, so this is the reason for all this masquerade... - snickers the
wolf again, - And what is inside the apples? {here is a reference to the

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