Nabis shrugged his shoulders a little, and smoothly (not too much) shook his head: what did you say? Keep it simple, as for the horse.
– A place where you can collect and take out some health.
Fenimore was talking seriously.
– And my stake in it?
– But don’t you need just some health? – Fenimore asked with an interest. – Pour into a flask and carry with you. Someone injured you, you take a sip, and here you go – alive again. Genghis Khan would die for such a thing.
– And then would strangle you. Not funny, Vadik.
– Not funny, – Vadim agreed. – In short, I am suggesting you a artel. I am the head, you are the main. Collecting people by agreement. We have veto right, all that shit. Ours seventy percent are always half-and-half. And we are not walking by bumpers, neither beak nor huz.
– And your contract?
– I promised to Petrovich not to jump off till February. Here he is right, everybody needs phones in the Zone, and we will need them.
– Am I in the share with phones?
– Next month they will bring honey ointment for your back, Lida Lebedeva told me.
– Not a shitty partner you are.
– Very much so. Not giving you or me a change to scrounge.
Diplomatic lever got switched in Nabis off the point.
– It sounded ambiguously, – he noticed.
Fenimore was silent for few seconds.
– Well, let’s discuss the work of Stanislav Lemm. You said, Sergey, that you had the thickest volume at home? – He drummed on his teeth with nails, like in the movie about “ShKID”351. – Or shall we move directly to women, Nabis? Where to get them from, how to touch them?
Diplomacy, fuck it. If Nabis was happy to see someone in his brood, that was Fenimore. Or himself in his, in worst case scenario. He had to sit down at the same place where he stood up. And to pay penalty, straight away until it became rough.
– Okay, Vadik, sorry. Colonel with nerds got me into political correctness today from early morning. Yes Sir, happy to serve, thanks, I am so grateful. Just loaded off some extra dirt, but not to where I should. Sorry.