...The armored train smoked like an overheated iron, but still could not pick up speed. The orcs were already approaching the locomotive. Throwing away the red-hot machine gun, I turned to Lumumba. He grinned cheerfully, looked out the hatch, and then jumped onto the roof of the car. I’m behind him. The sun was sliding below the horizon like a fat oily drop. “Come on, in pumping mode, right up to tetanus!” Let's start! — the bwana’s eyes flashed blue. The steppe reared up and opened a huge mouth, studded with glass teeth. The robbers splashed away from the armored train, but the worm caught up with them and absorbed them one by one, along with the motorcycles. “Excellent work, Padawan!” - Bwana shouted through the black smoke, and then, shaking off his hands, sat down on the roof, took a harmonica from his vest pocket and began to play. I sat down next to him, dangled my legs into the void and began to sing along, watching the figures disappear in the sand, one after another. bikers. The wind carried away the words of a long-forgotten song: “Suddenly a wizard will fly in...