Lara Croft! - he chuckled, jumping down, right into the spot of light indicated by Gutsiev.

The men went deeper. Each of them had a basement floor plan in their heads, they personally studied the premises with the foreman, planning to bring it to mind.

- Olenka! - Gutsiev singsongly called the girl and made a sign to Herman to stop, listening. - Olenka, come out!

Will you give it to me first? Tishchenko pulled his tie off his neck and stuffed it into his pocket. A pleasant shiver ran through his body.

- Do not listen to the bad uncle, dear! - continued, smiling, Gutsiev. - I won't hurt...