Book: Gifted person

Poor I am poor! Unhappy I'm unhappy! I have no luck!
And the Homunculus angrily threw his legs:
- You have no luck? Yes it is my bad luck! I, incidentally, was supposed to appear in the white light of good fellow of indescribable beauty.
Angelo grunted, we stopped to wallow on the carpet.
- Paws - in! Feet - in! Precise - in! - continued his speech the rats, Bouncing and spreading to the side, short legs. Then sadly admitted: - And ingredients was only enough for a rat. So who then unlucky?
Leia a little thought, raising his eyes to the ceiling, and made a decision:
- J.
Krycek froze, mouth Agape, and the guys guffawed.