Anton sighed, the mist of his breath hanging in the stagnant air. "The balance is getting expensive. And the tea is cold."
The tea in Anton’s cracked mug had gone cold, a stagnant pond of amber reflecting the flickering fluorescent light of the kitchen. Outside the window, Moscow breathed in a rhythm of wet asphalt and distant sirens. To any passerby, it was just another rainy Tuesday. To those who could see, the air was thick with the Twilight—a layer of reality where shadows had teeth and intentions had colors. knigi s lukianenko skachat besplatno
"You’re late," Anton said, his voice sounding hollow in the dampened air. Anton sighed, the mist of his breath hanging