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&039;I said go away, you dirty aniain A ain

&039;I asked you three ti to be funny?&039;

&039;What do you mean? I told you About the bestial body, about physical intiuess?&039;

&039;Well, for instance, from the smell&039;

&039;Foxes don&039;t have any sense of sht away,&039; he said, stroking my arm aardly &039;In the first place, people don&039;t smell like that And in the second place, Mikhalich has been dinning it into eneral, I&039;ve looked at the recording - you&039;ve got to sort this dame out properly She stands on all fours, with her eyes blazing, I&039;ve never seen eyes so terrible, and on her back she has this huge red lens And she uses that lens to burn right through our consultant&039;s brain! She turned the beaht the ketamine had sent hi, and there it wasHe took your tail for a lens&039;

&039;What recording&039;s that?&039;

&039;Your client, the one you lashed until he bled, was shooting amateur porn With a concealed ca on credit?&039;

&039;Well, I wouldn&039;t know about that, that&039;s your business As soon as he ca intelligentsia,&039; I said, unable to restrain reed, &039;not very nice But that&039;s what people are like You mean Mikhalich didn&039;t show you the photos? He had a whole file of them, specially printed for your conversation&039;

&039;He didn&039;t have ti to watch all the vile things you just did with le ca&039;

&039;Don&039;t call , you beast,&039; I sobbed &039;You filthy depraved male Nobody&039;s done that to me in the last&039; - for some reason I suddenly decided not to mention any dates - &039;ever done that to me in my life How vile!&039;

He pulled his head down into his shoulders, as if he&039;d been lashed with a wet rag That was curious - although my tail apparently had no effect on him, it seemed that my words affected him quite powerfully I decided to test this observation

&039;I&039;m so tender and delicate down there,&039; I said in a pitiful voice &039;And you&039;ve torn everything with your huge prick I&039;ll probably die now&039;

He turned pale, unbuttoned his tunic and took a huge nickel-plated pistol out of its holster I was afraid he was going to shoot me, the way Robert De Niro shot that tedious wo to in Tarantino&039;s fil happens to you,&039; he said in a serious voice, &039;I&039;ll blow my brains out&039;

&039;Put it away,&039; I said, &039;put it awaySo what if you do blow your stupid brains out? What good will that do ht,&039; he said quietly, &039;that you were just being coy&039;

&039;Coy? Your dick is three ti coy, I just wanted to stay alive! Nowadays they even teach children in school that if a girl says "No", it means precisely "No", and not "Yes" or "Oh, I don&039;t know" All the rape cases in the West are centred round that Didn&039;t they explain that in the FSB Academy?&039;

He shook his head dejectedly froht I felt the tiht overdo it That recollection of Tarantino had been no accident

&039;Do you have soes and iodine?&039; I asked in a weak voice

&039;I&039;ll send Mikhalich,&039; he said, ju to his feet

&039;I don&039;t want Mikhalich here! The last thing I need is Mikhalich giggling over o to the chemist&039;s yourself?&039;

&039;Yes, I can&039;

&039;And don&039;t let that Mikhalich of yours coone I don&039;t want anyone to see me in this state&039;

He was already at the lift

&039;I&039;ll be quick Hold on&039;

The door closed behind hih of relief

As I&039;ve already said, foxes don&039;t have any sexual organs in the human sense But we do have a rudi of skin that&039;s not connected with any other organs It&039;s usually squeezed into a narrow slit, like the bladder of a deflated football, but e experience fear it expands and becohtly moist It plays the same role in our anatomy as a special hollow plastic cylinder does in the equipreat apes eies of social control as are found in crie ritually hu to an unjustifiably high status Sometimes outsiders like electricians and laboratory workers find themselves in this role (I mean in special reserves) In readiness for such a turn of events, they carry an es, and this cylinder is known by the glorious nauarantee of safety: if a large male obsessed by a sense of social justice jumps them, all they have to do is bend over and wait a few nation is expended on the cylinder Then they can continue on their way

And now I could do the same - continue onI did was to examine my body Apart from the fact that the rudimentary cavity under my tail was chafed and reddened, there was no proble a crazed horse for at least an hour (which was a fairly accurate description of what had happened), but that couldn&039;t really be called an injury Nature had definitely prepared foxes for encounters olves

I&039;d sensed earlier that I would have to wash myself in his mother-of-pearl bath - and my premonition had not deceived s were covered in that wolf&039;s filthy muck, which I carefully washed off with shaot dressed It suddenly occurred to ood idea to search the pre to search in that luxurious, empty barn of a place - no cupboards, no sideboards, no drawers that opened The doors leading into the other rooms were locked But even so, the results of the search were interesting

Standing on the desk beside the elegant all-in-one colance for a figurine On closer inspection the object turned out to be a cigar clipper It was a figure of Monica Lewinsky lying on her side with one leg raised towards the ceiling to act as a lever, and when it was pressed (I couldn&039;t resist it) not only did the guillotine in the ring between her thighs snap into action, but a tongue of blue flaet, tothat Monica was holding in her hand: soh to shift the balance and transforitprop

The silver Monica was holding down a big loose-leaf binder on the desk Inside it there was a pile of very different-looking papers

To judge froe fro out at e, yellow-eyed ith a rune that looked like the letter &039;F&039; on his chest - it was a photograph of a sculpture made of wood and amber (the eyes were the amber part) The caption said:

FENRIR: Son of Loki, an immense ho pursues the sun across the sky When Fenrir catches the sun and devours it, Ragnarek will begin Fenrir is bound until Ragnarek At Ragnarek he will kill Odin and be killed by Widar

It wasn&039;t clear fro to catch the sun and devour it, if he was bound until Ragnarek, and Ragnarek would start when he caught the sun and devoured it But then, it could well be that our world had only continued to exist so far thanks to inconsistencies of that kind: it was frightening to think just how ods had cursed it

I remembered who Fenrir was He was the most fearsome brute in the Nordic bestiary, the central character of Icelandic eschatology: the ould eat the gods when the northern project was shut down I wanted to believe that Alexander did-n&039;t identify too closely with this creature, that the yellow-eyedlike a photo of Schwarzenegger hanging on the wall in a novice bodybuilder&039;s rooe fronarek&039; I knew the story, which had astoundedimportant and terrible The hero and his friend witness a strange procession of gods returning from centuries of exile A wave of hue in a hall They look strange:

One was holding a branch, so out of the unco a clawed hand forward in a sweeping gesture: Janus&039;s face glanced repeatedly at Tot&039;s crooked beak with a certain apprehension

A drea happens:

Probably roused by the applause, one of them - I don&039;t remember now exactly who - suddenly broke into a triu, unbearably harsh, as if he were either whistling or clearing his throat Froed

From then on the text was covered with marks and notes Words were underlined, fraed - evidently to convey the relative intensity of eerated), that the Gods could not talk Centuries of wild and nomadic life had destroyed in them all that was human: the Islamic crescent moon and the Roman cross had shown no condescension to the exiled The low sloping foreheads, yellow teeth and thin moustaches of mulattoes or Chinese and the out-turned lips of ani was out of keeping with their modest and honest poverty and puthouses and bordellos of Bakho A carnation bled out of a buttonhole The outline of a knife-handle was discernible beneath a close-fitting jacket And then we realized that !they were playing their last card!, that they were !cunning, blind and as cruel as mature, powerful beasts when they are flushed out of the bushes!, and - !IF WE GAVE WAY TO FEAR OR COMPASSION - THEY WOULD ANNIHILATE US!

And then each of us took out a heavy revolver (the revolvers appeared from somewhere in the dream) AND WE SHOT THE GODS WITH DELIGHT

After that there were two pages from the Elder Edda - apparently froift edition: the text was printed in large red script on glazed paper in a very wasteful manner:

The wind raises

Waves to the sky,

Casts therows dark;

The blizzard hurtles along,

Swirling furiously:

These are the portents

Of the death of the gods

&039;The death of the gods&039; in the last line had been underscored with a fingernail The e was equally morose:

But there is yet to come

The most powerful of all,

I dare not speak

His name;

Few are those who know

What will co the battle

Between Odin and the Wolf

All the rest was in the same vein In one way or another most of the papers in the file related to northern raph of the Gery that was the naod Loki&039;s ship, which was hly appropriate name for a Second World War sube looked perfectly likeable - they rereens&039;

As I got closer to the end of the file, there were fewer marks on the sheets of paper: as if the person who had been leafing through the about the collection of es put it in a different story &039;a certain noble ih all the way to the end But the guy&039;s pretensions had been serious, especially by the standards of our e of swords and pole axes&039; as it was described in one of the extracts in the file, &039;the tireat lechery&039;)

The last itee torn out of a school exercise book It had been inserted into a transparent plastic envelope to protect it The handwritten text on the page was soift dedication: