Таинственная история Билли Миллигана

           "IfyouvantcallthembeforeIgetthere,usepaytelephonetwoblocksaway."

           Ragenwalkedouttothecar.Heestimatedtheprintingshoptobeaboutfourmilesaway.Hewouldhaveenoughtimetogettherebeforethemancouldfindapayphonethathadn’tbeencut.

           Theaddresswasaresidencewithasmallsigninthefirst-floorwindow:printing.Inside,henoticedthatthebusinesswasrunfromthefrontlivingroom.Therewasalongdesk,asmallhandprintingpressandamimeographmachine.Ragenwassurprisedtherewerenohammer-and-sicklepostersaround.Itlookedlikeasimpleoperation.Butthevibrationunderhisfeettoldhimthatprintingpresseswererunninginthebasement.

           Themanwhocamethroughthedoorwasaboutforty-five,heavy-set,withaneatVandykebeard."IamKarlBottorf.WhatcanIdoforyou?"

           "Ivanttovorkfortherevolution."

           "Why?".

           "BecauseIbelieve‘U.S.government’isanothervordfor‘Mafia.’Theytakelaborofvorkingpeopleandusemoneytosupportdictators.Ibelieveinequality."

           "Comein,youngman.Letstalkawhile."

           Ragenfollowedhimintothekitchenandsatdownatthetable.

           "Whereareyoufrom?"Bottorfasked.

           "Yugoslavia."

           "IthoughtyouwereaSlav.