The screen of a videophone during conversation remained blind, and Jura has considered it for a bad omen. "Has badly put"
- he has thought.
And so, business is as follows, - has told the manager. - the chief is strongly occupied, and to get to it it will be possible only
after six. I will write you the address and phone... - she hasty wrote on the hotel form. - here. Hours per six call there or
directly come. It here nearby.
JUra has risen, took a leaf and has thanked.
And where you have stopped? - Has asked the manager.
Understand, - Jura has told, - I still while have not stopped anywhere. I also do not wish to stop. I need to depart today.
And, - has told the manager, - well, happy journey. Quiet plasma as speak ours mezhplanetchiki.
JUra has once again thanked and has gone on street.
Nearby to hotel it has found cafe in which sesta has already come to an end in a shady lane or yet has not begun. Under
wide tsvetastym the awning directly on a grass had been placed little tables and smelt as fried pork. Over an awning the
signboard hung:" Your old Micky Mouse "<" your old Mikki the Mouse "> with the image of well-known Disney's little mouse.
JUra has timidly passed under an awning. Certainly, such cafes happen only in the international city. Behind a long metal
rack against bottles with motley labels the bald ruddy barman in a white jacket with the rolled up sleeves sat. Its big hairy fists
it is lazy lay among the silver caps covering dishes with free snack. To the left of the barman not clear silver car from which
streams of odorous steam rose towered. On the right under a glass cover every possible sandwiches on cardboard plateaus
flaunted. Over a head of the barman two posters have been beaten. One, in English, informed that" the First binge by the
gift, the second - twenty four cents, the others - on eighteen cents everyone ". Other poster, in Russian, said:" your old Mikki
the Mouse struggles for a rank of cafe of excellent service ".
In cafe was all two visitors. One of them slept behind a little table in a corner, having dropped on hands not combed head.
Near to it on a grass the wrinkled greased backpack rolled.