The policemen also got into the car and drove away.
«Why on earth?» Were the only words Gleb could utter, blinking in amazement and ruffling his hair, «I don’t understand.»
«It’s all very clear,» Larisa Panko joined in the game. She had been supporting Gleb by the elbow and stroking his hand tenderly all the time.
«It’s plain as day. I think, Tatiana has a baby from this man and she kept it secret from us. Come on, I think you have to rest after this awful stress. I’ll catch a taxi.»
One of Lazarev’s agents, disguised as a taxi driver, out from behind the corner and Larisa waved her hand invitingly at that moment. The driver pulled up to the curb dexterously and stopped next to the couple. The girl pulled Gleb by the hand, and he resignedly got into the taxi.
When the taxi drove away, a solitary figure detached itself from the wall of the building. The man was walking towards his car slowly and shaking his head slightly.
«What a show! What an impromptu! What talents,» reflected Fedorov with a satisfied smile. He had just gone out of the theatre when a man who called himself George ran up to Roshin.
After that, Mikhail was standing still and, enraptured, watched the show in front of his eyes. It should be pointed out that if the major had not warned him beforehand, he was ready to believe that Tatyana Roshin and Georgy really have a daughter whom she abandoned.
It was already past midnight. The streets of Moscow were empty, occasionally cars would pass by the inconspicuous van parked at the side of Gorky street. Two men were sitting inside, monitoring the equipment which the van was stuffed with.
“How are our doves doing? Still cooing?” Major Lazarev questioned while entering the van. He silently closed the door behind him.
One of the employees took off his headphones and winked at Anatoly with a satisfied look, «they have complete order there. They are totally fine. Larisa is really something! What a woman! She has already gutted Svetlov twice,» the man made an indecent gesture and laughed.
«The recording has been going on from the moment they entered the apartment, so everything is recorded. Now they are asleep, everything is quiet there.»
«Keep on monitoring. I’ll go and make an order to let Roshin free. If she turns up here, by no means let her enter the apartment.»
Major Lazarev went out of the van and, using the street phone, called the officer responsible for Roshin. «That’s all. You can let her go.»
“Okay, doing this. George is asking if he can still portray Tatiana’s lover and sleep with her.” A satisfied laugh came from the receiver.
“George has done a good job today. Isn’t he tired? What about Roshin?”
“Oh, they are all normal here, she already kisses and hugs him herself.”
“Let them do what they will. A special thanks to George from me.” Lazarev hung up the receiver and headed for his car.
Anatoly was driving along the streets of Moscow. The city never sleeps – the lights are flashing, buzzes with watering machines, and people are bustling around from one pub to the next. The motor of his brand-new «Pobeda» was rumbling quietly. The fallen leaves were flying from under the car wheels, dancing and then slowly resting back on the ground. There was a scent of autumn in the air and the temperature plummeted as dusk turned to night, causing people to hurry to their warm homes. The withered, and in some places still green grass, was covered with an intricate pattern of frost in the mornings, but this quickly melted as the days were quite warm and sunny.
