Returning to the hotel, I took a taxi: to stray on the streets in the dark I did not want, and I'm pretty tired, crowded impressions. In the hotel I met that same smiling black woman in blue uniform with a boiling-white collar. Upon entering the room, I turned on the light and undressed and went to the window. Under the windows of passing cars, zooming creamy yellow lights. Asphalt after rain was dark, wet and shiny, and it seemed that the cars go by the mirror pond. Behind came a rustle, and I whirled to the door. There was the noise of retreating footsteps. He sounded as clearly as if someone stood at the door of my room, thinking: enter or not, and then he left. I quickly went to the door and opened it - nobody.
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