-How to look like? - Adam drove his blue eyes in the old man. He had a lot of questions, and so far tried not to interrupt or disturb. He imagined the look, but wanted to know what really happened. And how much I made a mistake.
-Normal. The head, hands, torso, stuff like that - he waved his hand
-But you know what I mean ...
-Samuel and Mikel were alike. Except that while all differed. How would you describe it ... They were friends of which was connected everything, and yet shared the abyss. In the case of physicality - they were well built, with the exception that Mikel was bigger. Apart from the fact that he was a few inches lower than Samuel. Both handsome in its own way - turned another cigarette and stuck it in his mouth - Samuel was usually clean-shaven, Mikel, on the contrary, only a few times in my life had no beard or anything like that. The first was pretty long hair, the other, or did the bald, very briefly, or a short cut through a shaven glace Iroquois. Do you have any idea?
-A as they were dressed?
-I told you. Do not listen to - shot back and inhaled the smoke. For a moment I was tempted to blow it toward the kid, but I passed him. Young is just interested in what he says.
-listened-
wore a similar, sandy wastelands are not a good place for diversity in the issues. High military desert boots with sole protection against półpłaską collapsing in the sand and scorpions żądłami. Lightweight pants with pockets on the sides. Just simple t-shirts, sometimes wool sweater. And it vests with dozens of storage and coats in bright colors. Add to that the headscarf, which they wore tied around the neck or the head, in the style of nomads.
-What?
-Obwiązywali them a head so that only the eyes could see. They had backpacks and Mikel also strapped to a kidney belt. Satisfied your curiosity sufficiently? Can I continue? - The old man sigh heavily
-What was at the bottom? - Adam began to spin
-about to find out. Not having anything better to do went to the channels, hoping that band gap extending from the failures of good dozen hours ...
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