Rules of Conduct in the Void, chapter V

Honesty and truthfulness for a hundred cynics. This is the price of honesty nowadays. It is clear. However, they have already appeared, looking for me. I just started to live on a foreign planet - and welcome. My intergalactic credit card, apparently, when I gave a bribe to the captain of the police officer. And it seems that we have met with this guy somewhere, and you dressed up, though I wouldn't know, who are you? I can smell these liquidators a mile away. Cats sniff, and people feel. I know that. Most likely, when I studied at the Refrigeration Industry Institute. Only I in faculty foreign intelligence, and he's the one in special operations, where they were preparing a la "James bonds" with a license to kill. They mainly worked on the basis against dissidents, but sometimes they did not disdain special orders. Somewhere and once in the corridors crossed, perhaps, although the authorities did not welcome such a thing and, moreover, strictly forbade it. But you can't keep an eye on everybody, you can't put a handkerchief on somebody else's mouth. We have to leave before they get on tail. Of course, to put it frankly. My tail is my tail. Sounds like an axiom, but not everyone can understand whose a tail it is.