Maxim has landed on the right side and a shoulder, the connected hands have struck on a wound on the person, generating a
long-awaited pain and, judging by the hot heat spreading on cheeks, blood from the veins which have departed from a painful
stupor. Mobility has returned, eyelids were slowly slightly opened, as if the forged gate of a knight's castle, and in promptly
running low light of cloudy day clamped between dvermi, Maxim has had time to "seize" poor conditions of a dungeon on wheels
- metal ridge walls, a wooden dirty floor and a metal ceiling without any hint on any lamps. From furniture here there was only he,
so silly got a plain trap.
Light strip was compressed to a total darkness, the door has slammed, has earned the engine, the car has sharply got under
way from a place and has jumped on the numerous holes slightly decorated by dirty pools under colour of asphalt. Despite a
timber floor to lie in a bullet-proof vest it was hardish. Maxim has tried to accept more convenient position, painfully being shown,
when the body came off from damp, but already warmed with heat of a body of sites of clothes and touched to same wet, but still
cold and sticky, however jolting did not allow to accept a steady pose, during the most responsible moments the car jumped up
on potholes and deduced it from shaky balance. Some times, almost already having affirmed shoulders and a nape on a van
wall, Maxim again and again fell upon a floor, almost fainting from a pain.