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Author: Emelradine
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However, the old man nevertheless reluctantly took out an iPhone from his pocket, and, dialing a number, threw it to Windman, who barely caught it and immediately put it to his ear.

In the tube there was a rollicking singing:

- And I'll sit in a cabriolet-ee-ee-et. And I'll go somewhere-nibu-u-ud ...

- Hello Hello! Vindman shouted. Through the singing came a familiar, confident voice. - I'm listening.

- Be quiet, I can't hear you!

“Excuse me, are you an idiot? - Broke through the singing.

- I'm here! Vindman called out. "But there's nothing here, you're wrong!"

- Did you go down?

- Yes Yes!

– Directly there?

- Exactly!

“Thirty-six meters?”

“Thirty-six and a quarter!” There's nothing here!

- Give me a sec…

Boris listened to a couple of verses of Lyubov Uspenskaya's song. Finally, Grisha's voice resounded against her background. Boris was terribly annoyed that he almost did not hear Grisha, and besides, the connection, due to the great depth, was interrupted for a split second, from whi
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