“Such as he was” – and the Father looked like from American trick, but more precisely – as in American action movie from a video salon in Sheremetyevo, where Colonel Blinchuk recently waited for the flight. “Blade Runner” came to Blinchuk’s mind. But suddenly Korostylyov distinctly muttered: “The Uryupinsk theater of the young spectator” – and instantly the grandeur and brilliance of manner and clothes of the mysterious alien in the eyes (aching, by the way, brutally rubbed) of the Colonel Blinchuk was suddenly shedding to the image of some robot Werther from our TV show.
– Ha. Ha. Ha, – the Colonel said aloud unexpectedly to himself.
– And what the evil beautiful man Seryozha is doing here? – from behind the Father's hood asked his strange daughter, or who she is to him. This time, with the voice of a fully mature, young, but mature, ripe high school girl. She looked exactly like one as well. Very small, plump, ripe round schoolgirl. In the cradle behind the monster’s back. Do not sit on the stump, do not eat the patty.
– I am in the squad, Father, – Nabis said because he was the subject of conversation. – Bad luck for you.
– Or bad luck for you, – the Sitting on the Back remarked. And accompanying gesture was made by the Father.
– We have one and the same Trouble, – Nabis countered. – And that's enough, Father. Get off me. Speak to the one with whom you came for. I'm doing my work here. Sitting and not glowing.
The Colonel suddenly realized: he, the Colonel, is sitting on a chair on the floor of “GAZ-66” body, in more than two meters above the ground. And the Father is trampling on the ground with his huge rubber boots. But his face is above the face of the Colonel… It turns out that he's two and a half meters tall! And the girl on top. A young woman.
However, the Father's face was hidden behind a helmet-mask of the insulating gas mask IP-5, new sets of which, by the way, literally filled up all the rooms of the Headquarters and pile of which collapsed right on Blinchuk not long ago when he tried to open documents' cabinet in his new office… The pipe wasn't connected to the mask, there was no respiratory bag. Flickering in the sun of the “neutral” with the PVC edges, a large hood visor blocked the masked face from above. And lower, the thick, damned leather at first glance, the blackest black coat was falling down. Fakely sparkling in different places too.