When I woke up, it was already dark. I was lying on the wooden floor near the wall. My hands were handcuffed and fastened to some rusty pipe. The room in which I was, it was very large. Through the cracks in the ceiling and in the wall penetrated the moonlight. I have a terrible headache and right cheek, in which I punched the bully. Around the silence was only a bird rarely make sounds, like the trill of the nightingale. It took probably about fifteen minutes, and I heard the noise of approaching cars, the rustling of tires. Then came the sound of slamming doors several times in a row and the sound of footsteps on the stairs. Then, in the next room heard the men's voices. At first I could not make out what they say, their voices barely came up to me, but then they became louder and louder, frustrated men almost shouting. And I heard a familiar voice, it was a Russian, my compatriots, but, of course, is no joy to me this discovery did not bring. On the contrary, it seemed to me that the Russian will go with me worse than anyone else.
The Serpent Myths Of Ancient Egypt (The Ibis Western Mystery Tradition Series)
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