When you coming on the heels of the death, light is the enemy, the darkness - an ally ... The man fled headlong down a long empty corridor, it was too little time to think. But the dim light bulbs - the light, which has always lacked - now ruthlessly blinded, frightening, confusing. Behind the stairs muffled knocking the soles of heavy shoes, the pursuer has been raised on the floor, and from vybivsheysya of forces separated the victims of his twenty meters, not more. Salvage door was even closer. Two turns of the key, squeak unlubricated loops, click the lock ... the case for small - to collect firmly entrenched in the memory of the phone number is likely to convey information to the right person ...
