- Where are we going? – he asked in a dry simulated voice he asked.

Their eyes met. Her full vivid lips smiled with the delicate shades of smiles, sarcasm, drive and desire.

- In America! Do you know everything?

Mari shrugged her shoulders when there weren’t variants.

She was sitting on the front seat. Half an hour later, she entered the reception of the hotel, took the passports, insurance and coded code of their cyber science. Colonel was sitting in a dark alley with a good hotel overview, and Thomas was lying motionless on the floor of the back seat.

- Let's go? - asked Dux.

- And what about the suitcases?

- Probably spit?

Thomas, who didn’t utter a single sound, shook his head. Probably, his bags were very expensive.

- Then sit quietly.

Ten minutes later, the Elshteins heard a heartrending scream and something fell with a crash. They suggested that it was a body. After looking through the windshield, they saw the bloodied man on the pavement. The first idlers began coming. The security in black sunglasses was running along the main entrance to the hotel. Dux also in black sunglasses, waving with two trunks, impudently rushed. A black porter like a big rectangle with golden galloons was chasing him. Colonel beating a clear rhythm of a tap dance and holding the trunks shed, like heavy engines under the wing of a Boeing airplane, ran into the crowd of the idlers, reeling from side to side. For a moment the porter lost the aim and began turning with his head like with a radar. Dux, took a breath, found in his pocket a whistle, which was lost somewhere in his pants and whistled with all his heart into the black night, showing the security the right direction.

Having held their breath, the Elstheins were amazed looking at that strange show.

- We have to run quickly, - said Mari aloud.

A minute later an Indian came out from behind the car. He put the trucks into his trunk and croaked:

- An episode with two suitcases!

The truth of his thoughts was affirmed by the sirens of the coming police cars and ambulances.

*

A dark grey Toyota slowly left the place of the terrible accident in an unknown direction. Having roamed along the big city, past the Nina Tower, the Toyota broke away to freedom.

Thomas, having checked the suitcases, calmed down and after his experience he began nodding and then he dozed off.

- Go! – she said in a happily deep voice of the sky realm.

A triumphing warm violet Hong Kong night covered the sleeping passengers. The light torn out from the darkness the fragments of red sand with the grass, pieces of the modern top-civilization, a hut of the north territories.

Thomas, who hardly aslept, for a moment opened his eyes at the turn and clearly saw as a hairy hand of that special squad soldier was getting into that place where should be his lovely half. Having left invisible holes, he, without believing to himself, finally woke up. Some time later, he hardly passed out. It seemed to him that she began groaning quietly. A half hour later there was a feeling that those three breathed heavily and unevenly. The car finally reached the bar with the cabin.

- Keep silent!

She lost her senses.

While Colonel was disappearing in the military warehouse she lay on the back seat, put her beautiful legs on the seat back and having undressed Thomas she put out to him in full long amentia.

Colonel saw them naked, on the back seat, having cuddling up to each other. They were arguing.

- Why didn’t you stop me? – a long pause.

- I’m a woman. I was caught in the act.

The silence.

- There weren’t anything.

Being red, he cried out something.

- I saw everything.

Although, it was partly a lie.

- You know it isn’t typical for me.

Again the silence.

- Why are you silent? A dunce!

Colonel intelligently knocked the toyota’s window, said indistinctly “it’s high time”, moved away from the car, listening to the oriental music of cicadas and smiled something his own thing. When she began looking for her lace panties which were somewhere between the front seats mats, Thomas flush with anger and punches her on her back dieing from jealousy, hatred and love.

Colonel began ordering in a military voice.

- Leave only the necessary things.

A military jeep took the three out of the warehouse accompanying with two carabineers and a driver. The trio was passed to a military boat which took them across to the reserved military territory of the airport.

- Prepare your passports, - said Colonel.

A small khaki bus took them to their separate VIP-entrance of the flight from Hong Kong to New York. An hour later there were quite a few people in the holding room. Colonel looked with the professional look that the Boeing-747 would be almost full. The Chek Lap Kok Airport was like anxious anthill. A lot of flights from America were late or delayed to both sides. The passengers and the meeting people were walking in the airport, were listening avidly the news most of them were unhappy. There appeared separate queues of those who refused fly to the USA. Most of them were in tears. Tall rescues in bright-orange special suits and also the military were walking at the airport.

*

It was always. Most of people don’t go deep into what is going on. They are in a hurry on their affairs. Several times in one’s life, a man meets the insuperable conditions. It can be the war, victimizations, accidents, earthquakes, a tsunami, a tornado, locusts’ attacks or wholesale deaths from the plague. To tell the truth, the probability of death from this event is very high about six percent, one person from fifteen.

However, sometimes people start killing each other, for example, during the world wars. There was time when people set the fire of sacrificing, killing, with unparalleled cruelty, ten thousand of young people per day.

A terrible truth was that even in such days the world didn’t shuddered. Wars statistically and stubbornly increased the mortality in the fight countries to several percents. Moreover, the wars were always local that led to decrease of that probability in many times. So, in this sense, the world was always relatively safe.

In the twentieth century, the appearance of the dynamite, guns, tanks and planes led to the total wars, killing generations. Everybody knew the innumerable victims born in nineteen twenty-three, mass repressions of Pol Pot during which there were cruelly killed more than a third of the ten million population of Kampuchea or the Holocaust where were killed about five million Jews. Nevertheless, statistically, it doesn’t change the whole picture.

There is misfortune and evil and we got used to that it is normal. Somewhere, a bus fall into the abyss, the doctors in white smocks struggle for life of the ebola serious cases and there the houses disappear from the destructive earthquakes and tsunamis. Here the disaster brought down on America and the whole Earth, without moving a muscle.

*

They three were sitting listening to the radio. Thomas became absorbed into reading of a weighty magazine called “Genome Research” the article of Hough with the co-authors about creation of the mobile elements. Sometimes, having become thoughtful, he was absently observing the passengers. Mari, having sat between those two males, was talking vividly in three languages with them and each of them was thinking about his own and was looking at her with a tender look. In the drowsiness, Colonel was enjoying her heavenly highly explosive aura having time to observe attentively the potential enemies through his crafty spy glasses with the rear-view mirror, a special reflective covering and which allowed seeing at three hundred sixty degrees.

- Tell me Thomas, - Colonel nagged in a muffled voice, - how were you kidnapped? Thomas turned grey and frowned. Obviously, remembers about it didn’t make him happy. He renewed as he left on the bar his laptop and while he was paying for tea and sandwiches somebody called him. The voice was unknown and obscure.