Behind the back of Komov Mboga has clicked a carbine shutter. Then Komov has regained consciousness and has
moved back to tents. Overtaking it, by Fokin very quickly has on all fours run. The monster was already steps to twenty.
- Will have time to disassemble camp? - Has quickly asked Mboga.
- No, - Komov has answered.
- I will shoot! - wait a moment, - Komov has told. He has stepped forward, has waved a hand and has shouted: - Stop! For
an instant the mountain of live meat has stopped. The shishkovatyj forehead was suddenly lifted up, and has swung open
spacious, as a helicopter cabin, a mouth hammered by a green grassy cud.
- Gene! - Tanja has cried. - Immediately back! The monster has published a long speaking hoarsely sound and has moved
forward even faster.
- Stop! - Komov, but already without any enthusiasm has again shouted. - Apparently, it travojadnoe, - he has informed and
has moved back to tents.
He has looked back. Mboga stood with a carbine at a shoulder, and Tanja already clamped ears. Near Tani with a bale on
a back there was Fokin. Its moustaches have been tousled.
- At it will shoot today or not? - Fokin a strained voice has shouted. - to carry away intravizor or...
Du-dut! The semi-automatic hunting carbine of Mboga had calibre of 16,3 millimetres, and the manpower of blow of a bullet
from a distance in ten steps equaled to eight tons. Blow has had in the middle of a forehead, between two cones.
The monster with scope has taken seat on back. Du-dut! The second blow has overturned a monster on a back. Short thick
feet convulsively zadergalis in air.
"H-H..." - has reached from a dense grass. The black belly was blew up and has fallen down, and all has abated. Mboga
has lowered a carbine.
- Let's go we will look, - he has told.
In the sizes the monster did not concede to an adult African elephant, but most of all it reminded a huge hippopotamus.
- Blood red, - Fokin has told. - And it that? The monster lay on one side, and along its belly three numbers soft vyrostov in
size about a fist lasted. From vyrostov the brilliant dense liquid exuded. Mboga it is suddenly noisy has pulled a nose air, took
on a finger-tip a drop of a liquid and has tried on language.
- Fi! - Fokin has said.
On all persons there was a same expression.
- Honey, - has said Mboga.