Таинственная история Билли Миллигана

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           Themanopenedhisjacket,removedhisgunandplaceditontheground.

           "Now,vitfoot,kickiteasyoverhere."

           Themankickedtheguntowardhim.Ragenreleasedhiscaptiveandpickedupthesecondgun,coveringallthreeofthem."Isnotgoodmannerstotreatvisitorthisvay."

           Heemptiedbothclips,spunbothguns,catchingthembythebarrels,andflippedthembacktotheirowners.HeturnedhisbackonthemandwalkedtowardFoley.

           "Ivouldsayyouneedbetterbodyguardthanthesetwo."

           "Putyourgunsaway,"Foleysaid."Andgostandoverbyhiscar.I’mgoingtohaveatalkwithMr.Milligan."

           HenoddedforRagentogetintothebackofthecarandslippedinbesidehim.Hepressedabuttonandatravelingbaropened.

           "Whatdoyoudrink?"

           "Vodka."

           "Iexpectedthatfromyouraccent.Soyou’renotIrish,asyournamewouldsuggest."

           "IamYugoslavian.Namesmeannothing."

           "Canyouuseagunaswellas’yourhands?"

           "Youhavegunfordemonstration?"

           FoleyreachedundertheseatandhandedRagena.45.

           "Isgoodveapon,"Ragensaid,testingitsheftandbalance."Iprefernine-millimeter,butthisvilldo.Choosetarget."

           Foleypressedthebutton,loweringthewindow.