Аудио

This story begins here, in an ordinary New York bar. It is 9 o’clock on a Friday night and the bar is full. You can hear a beautiful jazz tune coming from an old black pianist. You can smell a mixture of tobacco, beer and chips with a slight touch of women’s perfume. The bar tender is pouring the drinks; the waiters are running around with trays full of plates and glasses; the people are relaxing after a hard working week. What are they talking about?

“You freaking idiot, Billy!!!”- Mr. Jackobson was absolutely pissed off, Idaho could hear that. He entered the room and closed the door. His boss hung up a receiver and looked at him blankly. “Have you found her?” – He asked. “Where is she? I need to know where she is! Find her! Get her here, Idaho! With the money!

“Guess who!” – A young man came up to a girl with long blonde hair gently putting his hands over her eyes. She turned and looked at him confused. “Oh, sorry, Ma’am! I must be mistaken! Very sorry again!” “That’s OK!” – The girl smiled.

“Well, here it is! It is not a castle, of course, for such a princess like you, but at least a detached house.” “But, Glenda, it is beautiful! Absolutely fascinating!” – The house hid among the apple trees and was surrounded with a high fence.

The room was the smallest office in the building. And it was probably the only one without air conditioning. But its owner didn’t care much as it had some other valuable qualities. One of them was excellent audibility: he could hear every word in the office above.

“Hello, sweetie!” “Hello, Mom!” “I’m so glad to see you! How are you? Have you eaten anything?” “Yes, I have!... Err.. Mom, are we having guests?” – Idaho could see there was somebody in the living room. “Oh, yes. That’s my surprise for you! Such a lovely girl!...” – Glenda whispered with a happy smile.

The room felt cold. It had already got dark but the owner did not want to turn on the light. He was sitting in a big armchair, his eyes closed. The darkness and quiet usually helped him concentrate, not this time though. A terrible headache was killing him.

Logan was in a supermarket when his mobile rang. “What?! No!” – It was his long-awaited day-off so obviously he didn’t feel happy to see his boss’s number. “Where are you? I need you!”

Sharp needles of rain were pattering on the window. “It’s going to be another lousy day!” – Logan was taking his black suit out of the wardrobe. “What an irony!” – He thought. He had worn this suit only once on his first working day. And he was going to wear it now, on his last…