tone that the Core chilly bowed and departed.
«Annoyingly! No, resolutely today unsuccessful day».
He went to an exit and, having taken the gatekeeper aside, said to it in low tones:
– So you look if there is something suitable, immediately you call to me by telephone.
– About the sir, by all means – the gatekeeper who received a good jackpot from the Core began to nod the head.
The core has densely dinner at restaurant and returned to itself.
When it came into Brike’s room, she met him by a question usual recently:
– Found?
– It found and is unsuccessful, oh, damn! – he answered. – Suffer.
– But really really nothing suitable was? – Brike was not appeased.
– There were such bandy-legged cuttlefishes. If you want, then I…
– Ah not, better I will suffer. I do not want to be a cuttlefish.
The core decided to go to bed before ordinary a bit earlier to rise and again to go to a morgue. But he did not manage to fall asleep as phone at a bed cracked. The core swore and took the call.
– Hallo! I listen. Yes, professor Kern. What is? Train wreck at the station? Mass of corpses? Well, of course, immediately. I thank you.
The core began to put on quickly, Jonah caused and shouted:
– To Mashin!
In fifteen minutes it already rushed on night streets, hastily.
The gatekeeper did not deceive. This night death reaped a big crop. Corpses were dragged continuously. All tables were filled up. It was necessary to put them on a floor soon. The core was delighted. He blessed destiny for the fact that this accident did not happen in the afternoon. The message about it probably did not extend in the city yet. Strangers in a morgue were not yet. The core considered yet not undressed and not washed corpses. All of them were absolutely fresh. Exclusively successful case. One is bad, as this beneficial case not really reckoned with special requirements
Core. The majority of bodies was crushed or injured in many places. But the Core did not lose hope as corpses everything arrived.
– Show me this – he addressed the employee bearing the girl’s corpse in a gray suit. The skull was injured from a nape. Hair are blood-stained, a dress too. But the dress is not crumpled. «Probably, injuries of a body are not big… Goes. The constitution is quite plebeian – it is probable, any lady’s maid, but is better such body, than nothing» – the Core thought. – And it? – The core indicated other stretcher. – Yes it is the whole find! Treasure! Devil take it, annoyingly after all, that such woman died!
On a floor lowered a corpse of the young woman with extraordinary beautiful aristocratic face on which only one deep surprise stiffened. It broke a skull above the right ear. Obviously, death came instantly. On a white neck the pearl necklace was seen. The graceful black silk dress was only a little torn in the bottom of and from a collar to a shoulder. On the bared shoulder the birthmark was seen.
«As at that – the Core thought. – But it… what beauty! – The core hastily measured a neck. – As by request».
The core broke expensive necklace from the real large pearls, threw it the employee and told:
– I take this corpse. But as I have no time to make here careful survey of corpses, just in case I take also this – he pointed to the first corpse of the girl. – More likely, rather. Wrap up them a canvas and you take out. You hear? The crowd gathers. You should open a morgue, and in a few minutes there will be the real chaos.
Corpses were carried away, laid on the car and quickly delivered to the house of the Core.
All necessary for operation was already in advance prepared. Day, is more right – night of revival of Brike came. The core did not want to lose any minute.
Both corpses were washed and brought to Brike’s room wrapped in sheet and laid on the operating table.
Brike’s head burned with impatience to look at the new body, but the Core deliberately put a table so that the head did not see corpses, all preparations will not be finished yet.
The core quickly made the section of the heads of corpses. These heads were wrapped in a canvas and taken out by John, edges of a cut and a table are washed up, bodies are put in order.
Once again having critically examined bodies, the Core anxiously shook the head. The body with shoulder birthmark was perfect beauty of forms and especially won in comparison with a body of «lady’s maid» – shirokokostny, angular, wrongly cut out, but strong sewed. Brike, of course, will choose this aristocratic Diana’s body. However at careful survey of a body the Core noticed at Diana as he called her, some defect: on a foot of the right leg there was a small wound caused by some scrap of iron. It did not constitute big danger. The core прижег a wound, blood poisoning to be afraid there were no bases yet. But nevertheless for success of operation with a body of «lady’s maid» it was quieter.
– Turn Brike’s head – told the Core, addressing Laurent. That Brike did not interfere with the garrulity during preparatory work, it shut a mouth, that is the cylinder with compressed air is switched off. – Now it is possible to start up an air stream.
When Brike’s head uvidat corpses, she screamed as if unexpectedly burned. Her eyes extended for horror. One of these corpses has to become her own body. For the first time sharply, to pain she felt all extraordinariness of this operation and began to hesitate.
– Well that you? How it are pleasant to you I rub… these bodies?
– I… am afraid … – the head croaked. – No, no, I did not think that it is so terrible… I do not want…
– You do not want? In that case I will sew the head to a corpse
Volumes. Toma will become the woman. You want, Toma, now to receive a body?
– No, wait – Brike’s head was frightened. – I agree. I want to have here that body… with shoulder birthmark.
– And I advise you to choose this. It is not so beautiful, but without uniform scratch.
– I am not a laundress, and the actress – is proud Brike’s head noticed. – I want to have a beautiful body. And shoulder birthmark… It so is pleasant to men.
– Let will be in your opinion – the Core answered. – Mademoiselle Loran, transfer the head mademoiselle Brike to the operating table. Make it carefully, artificial blood circulation of the head has to continue till the last moment.
Laurent pottered with the last preparations of the head of Brike. On Brike’s face the extreme tension and nervousness were written. When the head was postponed for a table, Brike did not sustain and suddenly cried as she never before shouted:
– I do not want! I do not
