Dmitry Yemets. Bridge in someone else's dream (№ 215318)

- What - it - is? - separately asked Tolbuchin.
Bodyguard Andrei hesitated. The tree is difficult to confuse with a crossbow or with a kitchen table. Heavy umbrella hit the floor.
- I ask: what is it? - impatiently repeated the head of the financial Fort.
- Well... a tree!
And what is she doing here?
Tomorrow the first of January! - gently replied Andrew.
Tolbuchin squinted:
- I think, without trees I wouldn't know would I? And when you need to subtly hint that tomorrow, March Eighth, you'll hang on my door the portrait of Rosa Luxemburg?