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You couldn’t step into the same river twice. He’d lived as a man, lived as an ordinary Other, and now his place was in the Day Watch. It was all right for Anton, with his unspent passion and fresh, vital emotions, but all that fretting and fussing wouldn’t suit Edgar any longer. Edgar caught the eye of the young woman sitting, bored and alone, at the next table. He smiled, and touched her mind with the gentlest of touches. Not a prostitute, just a young girl out looking for adventure. That was good. He didn’t like professionals. There was nothing they could surprise him with anyway. He called the waiter over and orde mbts red a bottle of champagne. Chapter four 鈥�#8230;鈥� The Inquisition had not been mean with the detainees. 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He didn’t really see much difference between parachuting in behind the fascist lines to blow up bridges and catching vampires and werewolves on the streets of Moscow. His Power was an honest third level, with little chance of advancing to anything higher, but even the third level is fairly substantial, if it’s reinforced with experience, courage, and good reactions. Igor had all of those in abundance. Perhaps he was just a little bit short on experience, but then he had worked in the Watch at a time when you could easily count one year as three. Perhaps he wasn’t as well-read or erudite as Ilya or Garik, and he hadn’t taken part in as many impressive operations as Semyon, but there weren’t many who mbt sale could match him out in the field. And there was one other thing that Anton had always liked鈥擨gor had stayed young. Not just physically鈥� that was no problem for a magician of his level鈥攂ut in his soul. Who was it who would gladly accompany fifteen-year-old Yu-lia from the analytical department to some place in Tushino for the launch of the album “A Hundred Fifty Billion Steps” by the fashionable band Tequila Jazz? Who was it who was happy to spend time coping with a teenager riddled with complexes who’d just realized he was an Other? Who would enthusiastically devote five years to extreme parachuting simply in order to verify the theory about the high numbers of Others involved in extreme sports? Who was always first to volunteer to take a colleague’s watch or take on the most boring assignment (there was no lack of volunteers for the dangerous ones)? Maybe it was a mistake, but for some time already Anton had felt that it was safer to have your back covered by a partner who was reliable and cheerful, rather than powerful and worldly-wise. A powerful and wise partner could always be distracted by a more important job than covering someone else’s back鈥� But the Other standing in front of Anton now didn’t look either powerful or cheerful. Igor had lost a lot of weight. There was a strange, dull, hopeless yearning in his eyes. And he didn’t seem to know what to do with his hands鈥�sometimes he put them behind his back, sometimes he clasped them together. “Anton,” he said after a long silence. Wit mbt uk hout a smile, with only the faintest trace of gladness. “Hello, Anton.” On a sudden impulse, Anton stepped forward and put his arms arou mbt shoes discount nd Igor. He whispered: “Hello鈥�Now what are you doing in such a state鈥�#8221; Witezslav, who was standing by the door, said quietly, “I shan’t issue any official warnings about associating with detainees鈥�since you’re Light Ones. Shall I wait for you, Gorodetsky?” “No, thank you,” said Anton, stepping back from Igor, but leaving one hand on his shoulder. “I’ll make my own way back.” “Igor Teplov, the session of the Tribunal to consider your case will convene tomorrow evening, at seven o’clock local time. A car will come for you at six thirty; be ready.” “I’ve been ready for a long time,” Igor said quietly. “Don’t worry.” “All the best,” the vampire said politely as he went out. <a href="http://www.mytimberlandshoe.com/timberland-6-inch-premium-c-1.html"><strong>timberland boots</strong></a> The two Light Ones were left alone together. “Do I look damned awful?” Igor asked. Anton didn’t lie: “Worse than that. I’ve seen corpses that looked better. 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As you can understand, when I left I was given confidential instructions鈥�to give you back the will to live.” Igor actually smiled at that. “I understand. That’s to be expected鈥�well, get the things out.” Anton put a thick pile of letters on the table. There was ju mbt kisumu st one name on each envelope鈥攖he name of the person who had written the letter. “These are from all our gang. Olga said you had to read her letter first. But Yulia and Lena said the same thing. So you choose for yourself鈥�#8221; Igor looked at the letters thoughtfully and nodded. “I’ll throw a dice. All right, get out the rest. I don’t mean t mbt anti shoe he letters.” Anton smiled as he took a bottle wrapped in paper out of a plastic bag. “Smirnoff No. ,” said Igor. “Right?” “Right.” “I knew it. 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