Anatoly turned around.
– Stas, the guy held out his hand.
– Tolya.
Yeah, I know. Welcome aboard, Tolyan.
***
Alexei Vorontsov is finally exhausted in search of Shred. It took various attempts to learn anything and through the "Oskolkova" and through their and even through secret friends in "Anime". All he learned is that Singh entered the room unharmed. As he went out – nobody had seen. Access to the upper Alexei was not, the consequences could only guess. He decided not to take any action regarding Anima. Too much has happened behind the scenes here and, remarkably, nothing of this shady life promised success to Alexei. The more he probed "Anima", the more convinced that this company is"too tough for him." Eventually, he abandoned the idea and focused on the "smaller fish". He recovered the lost funds for an advance Fraction in less than a month. His life went on as usual.
***
The day was in full swing in the city. People hurried about their business. Someone sold something, someone signed contracts, someone unsuccessfully tried to imitate the first and second. Most people involved in this nonsense. What is a manufacturing plant people here have forgotten for a long time. Julia was squatting in one of the service stations.
– For the fourth time already this year the brake pads are changed, lady. You'd have been quieter somehow. Won and the rubber was worn out, this year is made, that's the stamp with the date-annoyed master.
– I don't like to drive like pensioners. I have the machine is not for a relaxed drive and character appropriate. I find it easier often to change pads and tires than to watch me overtake cyclists – said the girl. My choice. I'm not telling you how to drive?
– Fair enough, sorry. All ready, you can take the car.
Julia paid for the repair and squealing tires, rushed off the highway. To her surprise, she was recalled a recent passenger more often than he allowed himself to ever think about man. Like nothing happened between them. But some contact still occurred, hooked her somewhere deep. She stood on the waterfront, looking at the seagulls, which ironically today flew in pairs, and thought that it was time to have nailed "to the pier." Too much sbrozzola it "seas" in search of happiness, but only lost time in vain. There was a lot of flirting, tackles, instantaneous worthless admirers, but the man in the full understanding of the word, she never met. She again was plunged in thought: