installing the bag strap on my shoulder, | saw where the miniature camera was located,

carefully so as not to accidentally catch it, | finally fitted the bag strap on my shoulder, and with

a pizza in my hands, picturesquely approached the door of apartment No. 132 and pressed call.

Soon shuffling steps were heard outside the door, such sounds are heard from room slippers on

the floor of a fat person. The door opened and a grey-haired, obese man with glasses appeared

in a gray bathrobe over a light-colored pajama suit with a book in his hands. Without thinking

twice, | said the password:

– Did you order Italian pizza? – smiling affably at the same time.

– | like mushrooms, and what do you have? – the feedback was correct, | should have answered

like this:

– Only with sausage from the lips of a desert and wild camel! – such a review was invented just

in case, and told the resident that the intelligence officer had died, and that now there would

be another one instead of him, that is, me.

– Come in!

The apartment with high ceilings and antique furniture looked more like an exhibition pavilion

of historical artefacts and paintings. The portrait of a woman in a luxurious white dress stood

out in particular. The painting hung over a massive fireplace that occupied a third of the blank

outer wall that closed off the street. And the windows of the apartment overlooked the

courtyard with a small garden of planted trees and two or three benches for relaxing. By the

fireplace Boris Eduardovich stopped and gestured to two armchairs and a table between them

with crooked marble legs and a mahogany top.

– Sit down young man, and put pizza on the table. – Kindly offered Boris Eduardovich. | put the

package of pizza on the table and took out the cognac.

– A gift from your company? – playing a comedy before wiretapping, said the architect. It

became clear to me that the former architect was being shadowed, – And how much do | charge

for pizza and cognac?

I silently laid out a check from the store. He looked at me carefully, then took a ballpoint pen

and wrote something on the check, pushed the check towards me, | looked at his note: – There

is a wiretapping all around, don’t say anything, I'll go see you off and we'll talk there, after

reading, | nodded back and said:

– | temporarily replace a friend for delivery, and | bought cognac for myself, they gave me pizza

as a gift, there is a sale in the supermarket now and | bought this cognac at a discount, and two

| wanted to sell pizzas, | gave one for nothing to the concierge, and | decided to sell you for an

old check for two dears, but if you don’t want it, then whatever you want.

– No, no, just leave me pizza, I'll buy it from you, | don't need change, take the cognac back, -

with these words, he gave me money and a letter, – wait until.

– Fine!

He changed his clothes and soon we went out into the square.

– You never introduced yourself?

– Valentin Baran Yuryevich, captain of the Soviet army, was summoned by a summons and sent

to the garrison of Belaya Tserkov, where he was captured and was recruited and sent to you to

receive a task.

– Where did my contact go? Boris Eduardovich asked anxiously.

– Shot by a sniper when advancing towards the airfield to the town of the captured aviation

unit. | managed to grab a white shirt from my travel bag and all twelve people remained in

captivity.

– And | found myself under a cap, and now | don’t know what will happen next?

– But since you are under surveillance, then there is no evidence for your arrest, so lie down on