– To promote murder of people-Anatoly for the first time answered.
The hooded man pondered for a while.
I'm not a murderer, you should not think about me in this format. What to take in hand, a Bible or a weapon is the choice of everyone. But for faith and religion, believe me, people were killed many times more than all those who took up arms. Yes, I produce and supply it, and not only here. Do I contribute to genocide? You see, I specialize not so much in mass-produced weapons as in exclusive ones. Bullets, they stop someone who destroys people with hundreds and thousands. Those who destroy the earth, air, harm not only man, but the planet as a whole. I have, you see, principles. I will never sell a shipment of weapons to a gang of bandits to Rob and kill civilians. No one can reproach me for selling weapons to military points so that brothers shoot at their own brothers set upon each other by the government. But for such just rulers who for the sake of their interests in the oil deposits, territory and so have no qualms about sacrificing people and my bullets are cast. I build the world, not destroy it, Anatoly. Do you still see me as a terrorist?
After a pause, Anatoly said:
– Decent work, for this reason issues I do not have. My question is addressed to the drug trade.
– I feel like I'm on trial – joked the man with dark glasses – well, here's your answer. Indeed, the issue of drug trafficking is much more serious.
The man suddenly stopped talking and hesitantly tilted his head to the side.
– Grisha-loudly commanded an he.
Someone ran into the barn.
– We have guests. The helicopter does not run, shoot down, they have an arrow MANPADS. Mobile all to disconnect the battery to throw away right here. We disperse on foot in different directions. Go back to base by Thursday and take a closer look, can graze every step.
The man turned to Anatoly and, seeing an undisguised kind grin, spoke:
Thought you were the only one?
Anatoly looked.
Are you in?
– I need to think, weigh everything and make the right decision. I would not like to have an excuse then that I simply had no choice.
– Fairly. A couple days?
– Quite.
The man got up from his chair, snapped his fingers and at the same moment the ropes on Anatoly's hands fell to the floor, then disappeared, as if they were not there. Then he turned, took a step and disappeared into thin air.…