My adventures
The unexpectedness and absurdity of some of what is happening, I laughed. Then he began to listen and listen to this record. No doubt. Voice was not a robot. I thought. If this is really Sylvia, my actions may be dangerous. I decided to stop.
The next day, when I arrived at work, I was called Monsieur Seurat. We talked a little about the project, and then he asked if I knew Julie Dupree. Of course, my answer was negative. His eyes darkened, but he coped with it and let me go. On the way home, I discovered that I was being watched. Then I noticed a spy, was credited my father, who talked a lot about how they were following him the KGB before his departure from the USSR. I, without hesitation, turned and went straight towards the "tail". He was very tall, sharp-nosed with a small evil, vengeful eyes, and something reminiscent of the Pinocchio, whose could hewed Marquis Carabas. Behind him was a lane leading to the street with active movement. I stopped a taxi and 20 minutes later was at home. It was something to think about. It is clear that a firm in which I worked, is engaged in some dirty business, and that my activity is dangerous for Sylvia. I had an idea to analyze all I know about the project and about where I work, and others. Nobody in my group did not know about customers. Of course, one could try to get access to transactions and for him to go to the sources of funding. But that was a declaration of war. I absently turned on the computer, run the file with the voice of Sylvia and heard: "Manresa, cafe 19 hours. " She continued to control me. It was easy to figure out what I offer come tomorrow at a cafe in Paris with the same name as that is where we parted. Recall over the Internet name and location of the cafe was a matter of technique. The next day, after work I went there, ready to if necessary, get rid of the pursuer. When they reached the place, I began to cross the street. Suddenly stopped next to a jeep with heavily tinted glasses, I carefully and quickly put into it and drove. In the car, but I had a chauffeur and a young red-haired woman. The rear seats have been closed by a partition, but I felt that there is someone there. We drove in silence for a long time. Then the car stopped, and my companion motioned to come out. I was in a covered garage before the elevator door. We went into it, drove three floors and found in the hallway with many doors. I opened one of them, had a cozy, bright room in room. Towards rose from the table a tall man of middle age. He introduced himself. This was the N, director of the Center operations against violence. N apologized for the way whom I delivered to him. But, he said, events have become a real threat to his team and for me. However, - he said - he had everything else tell people who you know. N looked over my shoulder, I turned and saw Sylvia. The girl stood leaning against the wall. I looked into her eyes and realized that she was glad to meet you. N smiled and left.
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