| | On the small, night table made from wood, next to the lamp, electronic alarm clock has stood. It was possible to read in on display, that 8.30 pm came. Young woman has entered with impulse to bedroom and she has peered at electronic alarm clock with easy horror.
‘Shit! There is already late so, and I don’t know what I should be dressed to that! Fuck, what take over I so ? Hm, it can it, that there is your first, so serious, task? Jesus, Mia, for in thoughts stop chatting!’.
She has run at soft carpet to big, wall mirror. She has seen 28 years woman in reflection, about long, brown hair and brown -green eyes. Delicate features of faces transmitted femininity. She has smiled to reflection, then several steps have been removed to left and standing rear to two-personal bed with red bedclothes, she has opened oak wardrobe, full of clothes.
‘ Och, if I had cloak-room... ’
She has extracted bright blouse, long, dark, jeans trousers and she has run to bathroom fastly, where she has dressed up, made hairs and she has made modest make-up.
From apartment leaving, she has taken bag and jacket, on case if there was cold, and making sure, that proper outfit has badge, phone and keys, she has left outside.
Mia has entered to garage hasty, where private car waited for her. She has pressed small button on keys, characteristic sound of opened door has spread and Mia has sat behind steering-wheel, then she fired vehicle and it has left from garage to her part of purpose of journey.
Young woman has approached on place almost being late, but had this luck, that she has gotten on precisely.
She did not wait for partner too long, because after moment, as she has arrived, somebody has passed on motorbike.
Snsitive feel, as excitement grows in her - at least, Mia will meet Rachel - she contacted with her only by phone.
LeBeau has stepped up to front entrance and it has choked her. She had no way of knowing, that her partner is black. Not that Mia had something against blacks, but otherwise, she envisaged her a bit.
- Rachel, nice to see you! - she greeted joyfully – they had to imitate, that there were friends.
After saluting, they have entered inside. Foxy moves did not look from outside invitingly, and inside there wasn’t better. Agents were directed to part of bar, where had to sit intention.
Purpose of this task not give leave out, now it has sufficed to wait, until something begin happen.
- Now that’s the right time for showtime to begin.
- Yeah, right - Mia has answered, drinking her drink slowly, and peering corner eye on Brokhin’s table. She has smiled in morale, and have hope, that everything will go smoothly and fastly.
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Jaka, sądzisz, jest biblia cygańska?
Niepisana, wędrowna, wróżebna.
Naszeptała ją babom noc srebrna,
Naświetliła luna świętojańska. |