“… “Nine-sixteen,” says a male voice in the distance. – Everything is normal. This is very useful. Slim now has voice parameters for the object. You can act. Slim silently crosses the corridor and freezes on the threshold of the room. The light is off, but the observer is clearly visible against the background of the window opening. He is bored, placing a Trouvère rifle with a short thick barrel on his lap. Slim raises the “punching” tube and points it at the outline of a short, thick neck. A quiet hissing bang, and the observer begins to fall out of his chair. Slim picks up the body, brings it to a vertical position, fixes it to the back, puts a false translator sticker on his unshaven cheek, synchronizes the timer with the timer on the hand of the unconscious big man. That's the order. Looks at his watch. He still has almost forty minutes. Everything is normal, everything is in order in the digital script...”