there’s bread in the cupboard.” I’ll take it with cheese powder, I like it terribly. – Kate applauded enthusiastically, putting bread and rolls on the table with a ruddy powder of cheese.
Misha, meanwhile, uncorked a can of beer and put it in a saucer, because foam was pouring out of the neck, the beer flowed along the wall of the jar on the saucer. High beer glasses appeared in Katy’s hands, and Misha poured the foamy liquid of Zhigulevsky beer from the can into the glass. Then I began to do this operation with German beer. The aroma of the drinks began to fill the spacious room of the kitchen, mixing and exciting the presence of the holiday for the lovers.
– Well, now I’ll try with your glass. – Katya gave Misha half a glass with a beer “Zhiguli”, took and sipped a glass of Mishin.
“No, it’s German, I do not like it, it’s tasteless.” – I concluded.
– Do you know why? – Misha asked seriously, looking at her.
– And why?
“Because you’re a redhead!” – That’s why! – Misha barely managed to dodge, from the slap Katya, who had hit the head. Both began to chase each other, for a friend issuing wild screams of laughter. They were well together…
Misha could not fall asleep because of the smuggled gold. Katya fell asleep with a strong, carefree dream of a happy girl in love. It was two in the morning. Carefully freeing himself from Katya’s embrace, the guy got off the bed, silently pushed aside the sliding door of the wardrobe and carefully, so as not to create unnecessary noise, he opened the suitcase. From the suitcase I took out a belt that I sewed for ingots, hoping to hold gold in it. And pressing his right hand three banks with the inscription “Zhigulevskoe”, tiptoed to the toilet. After carefully closing the door, he sat down on the toilet and placed the banks in front of him on the tiled marble of the floor. Knife began to bend the cuts in the bottom of the cans, removing ingots of gold from one and two other cans. Then he put the belts in his pockets. Dense and tight pockets held the ingot firmly. He wagged his belt, the ingots held tightly in their pockets. Hanging the belt on his shoulder, he took three cans and went into the kitchen. Then he folded the empty jars into the garbage black bag, tied the bag and, so as not to create noise, threw it into the garbage chute. Sneaking into the bedroom, he carefully hung the belt on the hanger where his suit hung, under his trousers so that the belt was not visible, making sure of that, he ducked under the blanket to Katya.
– Where did you go? – The girl asked in a dream.
“I ran to the toilet.”
“I, too, want to, I can not wake up,” said Katya, turning to her right side with her back to Misha.
In the morning, Katya woke up first, as she slept serenely, and she had nothing to worry about. Misha was still asleep when she entered the bedroom with the bathroom.
“Hey, sleepyhead, get up.” – Unceremoniously, pushing the sleeping Misha began to kiss on the lips.
– And, what? – Not yet realizing that and where he is, finally the guy woke up.
– We go for breakfast; there will be announced tours and schedules.
Hearing this, Misha, said:
“Katya, I’ll ask you, go yourself, then you’ll tell me.” I have not gone to the bathroom yet and have not cleaned myself up and besides, I do not feel like eating breakfast. When you come with the dining room you will tell us where we are rushing to the group today.
– Well, all right, sleepyhead. But, that was ready. I went. – The girl quickly left the bedroom and already heard the lockable key of the room.
Misha instantly jumped out of bed. In the bathroom, washed with water, my eyes returned to the bedroom. On the tank top he put on a belt with ingots and climbed into his trousers and put on a white shirt. He turned in front of the mirror. The belt with ingots is not visible through the fabric of the shirt, which calmed him, unless, of course, look closely. Wearing a jacket on top, now even with the inspection to the touch it was impossible to detect a contraband belt under the shirt. Finally calmed down, he decided not to wait for Katya in the room, but to go down to the dining room. But Katya has already appeared, and from the threshold she began to call him:
– Misha go faster – seeing that he is already dressed, – and I thought you were still in bed, sleepyhead. We go all together to the Zurich Museum of Art, or what’s it called? We are already waiting.
– Kunsthaus, called. On the street Heimplatz 1. – Refined Misha.
Young people quickly escaped from the second floor to the minibus waiting for them, assigned to this tourist group. Sitting in the cabin of the bus, Katya said, turning to Misha:
– After the museum, we all have free time. Who will scatter. Some older couples agreed to be taken to a hotel. They will leave on this bus, and we’ll take a walk again. You’re glad, really, great! The girl said enthusiastically. Misha nodded her head approvingly in agreement…
The Kunsthaus Museum represented paintings by famous artists and photographs of famous Swiss photographers, representing landscape and architectural views, portrait compositions. After wandering around the museum, Misha said:
– Katya, I want to go to the toilet, just do not find a place.
“Why did not you go to the hotel, fool, eh?” – Said Katya restlessly.
– You, so quickly ran, that I did not have time, forgot to go. – Justified Misha.
– Well, run. Oh, you do not know where this place is?
Misha, pretending to run to the toilet, turned to her, and said:
“Katya, I’ll find out from the museum attendant.” Here it is not a problem. While you take my Smartphone, I’m afraid, no matter how I fall into the toilet from the back pocket.
– Yes, put it in the jacket pocket, breastplate. – Katya advised.
– I’m used to having the phone in the back right, it’s so convenient for me. Take it.
– Come on. – Katya took the Smartphone.
This trick with the Smartphone Misha specially came up, so as not to find himself and you can refer to the fact that he did not have a phone, and he could not determine where he is.
“If anything, I’ll be waiting for you at the bus.”
– Yes, go already, talker.
Misha walked quickly to the office of the museum and asked to tell where the toilet was. The woman explained to him in German, so that Misha had enough school verbal stock of German for this, and he rushed to the first floor. Now the only problem left was to pass unnoticed past the bus driver. But their assigned bus was standing on a specially designated parking lot, and this was not a problem. Misha, looking around, determined the direction of the movement to the bank, which he had found on the Internet in Nevyansk and had chosen to withdraw bullion and issue a credit card to the bearer. Back in Nevyansk, I studied the route to “HSBC Private Bank” on the map and walked to the side of the street where the bank was located…
