Suddenly Santajja has sharply braked. Directly on the roadway middle the hunched person sat and something muttered,
moving lips. She not without effort recognised in it the former neighbour on hostelu. That too has learnt it, has hardly risen,
and, reeling, has approached to a window.
- Hi, She, - has told it. Is that such create, and?
It has again sat down with scope directly on road so that She was frightened, whether it will break to itself(himself) kopchik.
But to the neighbour there was all at all. It only sat and repeated: "My God, what becomes? My God, what becomes?"
She left the car and has approached to it. Softly took for a shoulder and has asked:
- What did you see?
The neighbour has slowly lifted on it a mad sight.
- Snipers... From roofs... From attics any... On all successively... Both on soldiers, and on the people... From different
directions...
- Provocation, - has said Santajja. It, appears, too has got out of the car and listened muzhichka. - the Third force.