Author of quotes: Margarita Grishaeva

- Custody, you wanted to feel me up and decided to disguise this pretext? - sounded puzzled question, and it dawned on me, what have I been doing for the last few minutes.
- No, just haven't worked with live, - I mumbled, trying to compose a decent excuse for his behavior. And you are such a good anatomical model. The followers would have fought for the right to open.
And then there was laughter. I cautiously looked at merry's degree.
- You really a healer? - still laughing, asked Briar. - I've heard something similar, only from the necromancer.
"Sorry," I muttered, lowering her eyes. - It just came out.
Okay, you just explain to me what my anatomical beauty? - he grinned.
- You have the perfect body type, correct proportions, well developed muscles, such a pleasure of muscle tissue to examine, - I replied honestly.
- I promise to bequeath his own body to studies, - smiling, said the master.

Stretched full length on the cool metal and closed his eyes. Well cools, the pain recedes.
Above his head there was a muffled cough.
- You do not bother?
- Should it be? drowsily I asked.
- On this table opened someone's body.
- FYI, after each opening of these tables is treated as a lie is safer than in your own bed, - I snorted. And I think that's more convenient.

He saw you drunk in an embrace with a drunk me and a guitar, quite possibly, also not quite sober. I think we tried to drink with you, and a little pribaldel.

Diya, are you asleep? came the quiet question.
- Sleep - I muttered.
- And who then talks to me? - Briar grinned.
- Nobody is talking. This is auditory hallucinations. Head trauma recently was? Or maybe not slept for a long time? These things happen, ' I snarled.

- By the way, another paradox, ' chuckled the cat. - You are now the investigator, even if the student. So, in duty to myself to put. And what are you gonna do?
- A sense of self-preservation I have a stronger sense of justice. Hopefully, the law will survive.

And Smoking is bad, did I came closer, that I as the healer say.
- Hi, - he grinned, inhaling. - To live at all harmful, the child, you should with your profession not know.

- I, like anyone else, understand how you can be difficult. Therefore, the fact that he persistently tries to pull you out of your dark corner to a normal life, makes me respect, gave Storage.
- Here everything seems fine in this sentence, but it sounds insulting. - I winced. - SIM we announce you that deeply offended your unworthy intimation, and removed to wait for our companion to another room, so as not to see your vile treacherous muzzle - pathetically said I, sitting down in reverence, majestically disappeared into the living room. In the back I heard giggling cat.

- Cat, - I moaned. - He will kill me.
- Because you didn't come home? mockingly he raised an eyebrow.
- That is what - seriously, I nodded.
Harsh you have it, - imbued with an understanding master.
- However.

- Need to get back to the gym. If I miss the speech, he will kill me.
Don't worry, if Briar gets to you first, the choke you should not bother. The dead will not strangle, - reassured me cat.

- You want to talk about your problems? - I added a modicum of participation in the voice and gave her a full professional participation look.
- Kidding, - she grimaced. - And I thought you were good.
- As you can see, we are all mistaken in their beliefs, - I insisted with a shrug. - I thought you were a universal evil.

Well, that means it's time to take minutes of action on opening new paragraph: "to Check whether a corpse is a corpse before the autopsy," laughed the werewolf.

- Come on, take a walk in the woods? unexpectedly even for itself has suggested, looking at the silhouettes of the mountains in the distance outside the window.
- You want me to do in this grove was added dropwise, so that I do not ask unnecessary questions? - he asked sarcastically.
- How funny - I grimaced in response.

- Bring it in, - came from the open door, in the morgue made a corpse on a stretcher and made for the nearest table.
All for you, sweetie. Have fun, - he joked grimly, watching as I close already laid out on the table books.
- Yes, I would like and not get bored, ' I muttered.

Diya, are you asleep?
- Sleep.
- And who then talks to me?
- Nobody is talking. This is auditory hallucinations.