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Damn news from Maestro caused frustration. The victory seemed to be of Pyrrhic. Especially now, on unbearably hot evening. Ilya didn\'t take a favorite perfume with scent of bergamot on purpose. Not give himself a reason to relax, not to fall in love with his own self, not to feel as esthete again. Ah, desire for bath is so irresistible, for bath with herbs and aroma.

So what am I waiting for? Suites of Sunrise are around the corner.

Rain of cats and dogs bursted suddenly. Purring and growling like a voracious beast, spilling bubbles out. An alert? Damn it.

Lightning came to act, raging in fury. Thunder echoes in awesome growl… Damn it.

Wind, playing with a window, broke a glass.

Damn it!

Now the light went out. An edgy blow of signs? In pitch darkness a branch of tree began squeaking, ringing with the broken glass\' fragments.

Damn it!

What if Maestro is a myth? Someone\'s stupid joke?! Oh my God, his fuse is blown. As one had say : if Jupiter would punish he would deprive a man of reason .

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«For that reason I\'ve been appointed as stroke of fate to turn everything back to order. The mask of mercenary is merely a mask for the Carnival of life. Yet the essence of the brand is to lead the ball, you can\'t just pull the mask off. Yet. So much worse for those who forgot to pay. And the killer\'s mask dictates to careless: the work is done you must to pay! Didn\'t pay in three days – you\'ve got to wait! I\'ll take the payment myself. And not in Franklin\'s portraits but in life.

It\'s so funny. But after „evidence“ were sent to withholders they are ready to triple the return payment, to tenfold it. I\'ll be adamant. Money is not the key to happiness. Dura lex sed lex… The rest of them will learn the lesson …

Hmm … There is one problem: experiments with energy field are more dangerous than playing with a dynamite. The hand involuntarily passed by a bandage on the right eye, powerlessly stroke a chin and beard brushed up again. – damn fraught, … fraught with consequences. But scepter of Maestro obliges.

Your move, Maestro of Resonance!»

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Here comes the light! Just on time … Desperate gallop of the rain is getting stronger. In the book Ilya found the phone number of the Sunrise . Nodded to himself with a smile: no, he\'s not crazy. The suite and the room for bodyguards are ready. The driver of the Sunrise is on the way. A journalist\'s business card is lying around somewhere. Here it is! Should I pull it out? He got one meeting scheduled for that evening already, with Boris Batkin. However, let have an interview.

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Trills of the phone broke the atmosphere of secrecy. Shadow of Holmes, crouched, vanished in thin air without a trace.

« Who is it?!» gasped Natalya into the phone. « Zvezditsky is talking? …»

«Yes» intercepted Arseny and immediately raised his fingers in V-sign. «Yes of course, we can. In Sunrise suite? Sure. Me and Boris, we will be there exactly one in hour.»

Boris jumped up. With a quiet triumph Arseny looked down onto his silent team.