Trafika Europe 4 - Armenian Rhapsody

then clumsily passed over it with the trimmer – making it look something like his brother’s goatee, which, true, still needed some work. He’ll have the dreads done at the nearest hair stylist’s. There like that. Max quietly stepped out into the room, holding the chronomatizer ready to shoot. He glanced into the kitchen. Cerberus was tied up. At first the dog turned his head in surprise, then he snarled. “You won’t fool Cerberus,” Max understood. Gregor was sleeping, leaning back against the slanting back of the chair. Max set the mode of the injector, set it to 25 years and pressed it into his brother. Let him feel his fall back into childhood. When the convulsions stopped, a toothless infant floundered in Gregor’s clothing. His brother’s body was at most three months old. Max pulled Gregor out from the folds of his raglan coat and put him on the coffee table, quickly dressed himself in his brother’s clothing, and it was only then that the room filled with a child’s wailing. Through the crying Max already could make out indistinct swear words – his brother had his adult consciousness. The roar of the faithful Cerberus joined in to the crying. Max grabbed the cell phone, notebook computer and car keys. He wanted to take everything – because he liked his brother’s things so much. He found documents and money in a suitcase, and threw the two devices, running shoes, several pairs of jeans, and a jacket from the wardrobe into

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