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UNBELIEVABLE ADVENTURES OF MAREK PAGOSA

Filet in Hungarian... I say - filet...

Like... fuck...

And then - no shit.

With hranica, hranica, hranica...

Butter, butter, butter...

Bifsteksy and hranica RUB.

Hello?

Says Marek Pegus. I finally caught you.

Calling for an hour.

AAA. Yyy. I've been swamped. Just got back from the office.

You have business with me?

Exactly. I have a request, but I don't know if you can.

You see, to me it fell like thunder from a clear sky.

Some trouble?

You wonder. With my bad luck.

Now this is a real end of the world.

One moment, Marek, I've got something to burn... Probably bifsteksy...

The book... Well, what next?

Well. You yourself biftecki fried, and my best friend,

my right hand is in the squad...

Yeah, listen, listen, listen, Marek. Well?

So I'll get desalinate steak with their concerns.

Thank you and goodbye.

Well, don't be silly and tell me what it is.

Well, come on, Marek!

Cesc Peikert gone.

Missing?

Didn't come home at night and I just wanted to ask for your help.

So I had just said.

Are you crying? No need to worry.

I think that if you help us, then we, to the devil, find.

Of course, of course, but tell me from the beginning, how did this happen?

First there was the mess with tangled satchel.

Then the robbers we have, and Pikerton.

Robbers?

I see that you have to explain everything from the beginning. Listen.

THE MYSTERIOUS DISAPPEARANCE OF CESENA PEIKERT

I don't like the whole story. I think that the fanfare was right.

Someone wanted to sweep your apartment.

It could only be a four-eyes, who was chasing me.

He alone knew that the guy switched the packs.

And later ran away with my knapsack, and his left on the bench.

Wait! You think he needed the pack?

Yes, it was definitely the thief pack.

Sorry I do not immediately understand.

The bird would have been in his hands, but he I was so scared

what my mind first came.

And why he needed a jetpack that kid?

Yes. I'm thinking about it. It's a bench.

The small ran on the side, and sat down next to me.

Wait. Reconstruct the whole scene.

Such reconstruction specialists called the investigative experiment.

So all the detectives are doing.

Sitting on a bench and eating cherries. Runs up to the guy.

Runs up to the guy and what is he doing now?

What does? Takes the satchel and tosses it on the bench.

Here, near my.

And then what?

You're out of breath and sweaty. Wipe the forehead, sit down.

Begin to you to look at.

Finally the question: "what school are You from?"

What to say?

Nothing. Don't say anything.

Then I ask: "What are you running like crazy?"

What?

Something to grumble under his nose. It does not matter.

Then jump from the bench. Run.

Yeah, grab the satchel. Of course, my pack. Go.

Running in the wrong direction. Unfold to tell Clara, right there!

Break the glass.

Broke the glass and then what?

Shout. You're scared. Maybe cut his head.

Hear the cries of the glaziers.

Start running in the wrong direction, and the glaziers for you.

At this time I start to think,

what is all the hype may draw attention to me.

With my luck it is better not to risk it.

Carry, skipped, and kaput. It is necessary to blow.

Look around, and then out of the bushes comes a man in dark glasses.

Guys, wait. I wanted to...

Hello, my cricket. We have already, think I met you somewhere?

Yes, that you had such a great drum.

It was a boiler that big. Boom, boom.

You probably guessed why we're here.

My son, vác, wanted to return the pack to apologize for the mistake.

Yesterday he was very disappointed when noticed that I mixed up the packs.

They are the same, probably, with one factory.

It is easy to make a mistake.

You're not angry?

No, you are. I understand.

We were poor, but honest.

I thought that you might be in trouble for notebooks.

The ACV was so nervous, did not sleep all night.

Not eating, not drinking, not Smoking. He's such an impressionable child!

Well, what are you waiting for, vác?

Give the boy his backpack, and the boy'll give you yours.

However, Marek?

Yes, of course.

Check, mark, that's all. Is this some kind of stupid mistake!

The ACV gave you your kit, and where?

You're with us kidding around, my cricket!

Well, where is the satchel, I ask, huh?

You see, we Chasecom Pikerton conducted an investigative experiment.

What? What experiment?

You see, we were coming home from school, and Cesak treated me to ice cream

and probably when I get the money,

took my knapsack, and I took it.

They are all the same.

All the same, you can confuse.

Where does your Paikert?

On Krasinskiego, in the thirteenth.

VAC, we're going to Krushinskogo. Well, come on, son!

Telling you!

Well, faster! Well, come on!

Sorry, you now don't need to go to Cesco,

when we returned from school, Chesak saying that he was going to an uncle in Bielany.

To an uncle in Bielany.

Do you know the address of this uncle of Maharta?

Picarta.

Picarta. So you know or not?

This uncle lives in Marimondas and the rooms are not know.

A very small house in the garden at AFC (Academy of physical culture).

Yeah. FROM THE AFC. Come on, son. Trot.

I told you that this boy did something wrong.

Just had something to do.

What to do? What to do?

His face was confused, that's a fact.

I'll see to it that yesterday he was not in school.

If he starts telling your incredible stories,

so something was done.

Where he actually went?

To Cesco Pakertu.

Came home after classes, grab a bike.

Said I would be back for dinner, and it's almost ten o'clock,

but it is not.

Probably got into bad company.

When you were in the sanatorium, it...

Again a sanatorium.

Well, wait, let me tell you.

When you were in the sanatorium, he is so shameless that... impossible.

Remember the broken chandelier and the broken cello pan Fanfare.

Stand up, and then my pants spoil.

And the fact that lice in the apartment lit, huh?

And these school focuses on the name day of lady Oculonasal, is that nothing?

Shame.

Well, please don't remind me about it, and then...

Checek on all of this provokes.

And now it's crazy with the bikes.

Well, Yes. Please. All the time of the accident, everywhere is dangerous.

Construction, trains, buses. Please! Motorcyclists are worn on the highway.

Go to Picarta, it Krushinskogo, huh?

Yes, in the thirteenth. God! Friday the thirteenth today.

It is nonsense, dear, please.

Here, knock.

Don't worry, the boys are back.

But what happens to them? Why not?

Play. Current parents do not know their children.

Probably met some of his friend and went to him.

My son still never did.

And my.

But every boy happens to do something strange,

what no one can not be expected.

But you don't suspect that it could be an accident?

I doubt it. In any case, we immediately get the report.

And we did not receive any messages.

Please you can check yourself.

No, and suddenly that's confidential?

If on the accident, said no, then maybe...

You think the driver who hit or hurt the child, immediately took him to the hospital?

No, well it happens, but then we get the message from hospitals.

But, wait a minute.

Hello. Says Adult from the police station.

Sister, listen, didn't tell you of any accidents,

which came from a child of twelve years? Boy.

Maybe there was a similar challenge?

No, no, no. An accident on the street or on the highway.

It is about two boys. Yes. The names are, Yes.

Pegus.

Pegus. No, no, no, the name Pegas. Yes.

And Cesc Peikert.

And Cesc Peikert. Went on the bike, still not back.

Parents... Well, okay, I'll wait.

I have a sister of reference "first aid".

But if no one asked, I will check it later still in the hospital.

Hello, Yes.

Understand. Thank you.

Fortunately, they didn't have any accidents.

So what do we do now?

Call me in half an hour.

Well.

Gentlemen, just go home.

In the end, maybe the problem is resolved.

Maybe you are here, and children await you at home.

Thank you. Goodbye.

Goodbye, Madam. I personally will handle the case.

At your service. Pegus.

Peikert. Cesc.

Hello. Hello, headquarters? Give me the duty room.

Says Adult. Listen, Sergeant, serious business

we lost two boys.

It was such a good boy. So good.

Not all his well-learned.

Failed, whenever they wanted better, all turned against him.

Don't talk like you at the funeral.

Calm down.

I'm afraid if it got into some kind of a Scam. With his bad luck.

And besides, another Friday and the thirteenth.

Log.

No, I knocked.

Soon Saturday. Oh, what could have happened to him?

The police do not know, in the ambulance, too, thank God.

Hospitals, of course...

Like this?

Hospitals do reported accidents, but

luckily for us with other children.

Don't understand.

And I understand that.

Worst of all, it's our fault.

How is it our fault?

We were foolish. Marek told us about this incident in the Park.

So what do you think that the jetpack has something in common?

If everything happened as Marek told

if we take into account the bespectacled man, who chased after him,

penetration into the apartment, indeed,

the situation starts to be serious.

You think?

All of this was a warning sign.

Unfortunately, they were ignored.

Where have you been?

Cesc Peikert gone.

How could you make us worry like this, Marek? How could you?

What does that mean? At this time back home.

I say that Cesc gone.

I wanted to find him, but nothing came of it.

We've been with Mrs. Pickert the police.

We have had to report you missing.

I'm afraid this was no ordinary loss

I'm afraid Cesca just kidnapped.

Kidnapped?

Of marecek, what are you saying? Why was kidnapped?

Because of the pack. Because Chesca was the same pack

which bespectacled dared to get to us. Remember?

And if pan fanfare not scared of this thief pack...

It sounds like in a detective novel.

But to kidnap a little boy to pick up his satchel?

Nonsense.

Oh! This is no ordinary satchel.

This satchel is something very important and valuable, just?

Maybe the spy documents?

In any case, this is a dark and very complicated story.

Lord, we will not passively wait, you need to act.

What you want to do?

To include in the operation of our friend,

a great detective - Hippolyte Kwassa.

Yes, this bike Cesca.

Where do you find this bike?

Here.

Oh my God!

Calm down, please. Do not immediately think the worst.

Some traces indicate that the boy drowned.

This bike could only be stolen and planted specifically here

to create the impression that the boy drowned.

In addition, swim night...

No, no, he was very desperate as a child.

You don't know him.

No, this is implausible.

Personally, I was most intrigued by those curved spokes on a Bicycle wheel.

Do you think this is because of the accident?

No.

If the boy had an accident, the bike would be damaged seriously.

These curved needles indicate

that bike was overloaded beyond the norm.

What weight was your son?

Forty kilograms.

According to experts, the bike was loaded with a weight of more than a hundred pounds.

This gives us some assumptions, a hypothesis,

which would be consistent with suspicions of Marek.

Like this? Marek told you something on this subject?

Yeah, Marek was yesterday in my office, and talked about the fact that...

Now I have no doubt that Ceska kidnapped.

Kidnapped? Lord! But why?

That is the question - why?

Everybody knows that I'm not rich.

Maybe mark is right, but the motives...

That's what is most important in this case - motives.

Son told me that he was going to uncle Staszica with sleeves

or something for the bike.

Studied well, very well. Good boy.

Calm down, please. Even if your son was kidnapped, then he's definitely alive.

And if he is, we shall soon find. Calm down.

Go, please go home and wait we'll let you know.

Be kind, stay calm.

Sergeant, escort the lady to the gate, send to the Department.

Thank you.

Need also boy.

Mr. captain, if you don't mind, I'll walk with you a little bit.

I wanted to talk to you.

Please call my mom and say I'll be back soon.

Well.

Let her not to worry. I'm under good supervision.

You willfully lead the investigation.

What would you do?

I would try to contact someone who has more experience, and better opportunities

moreover, our result goes along the same path.

The path is the same, only the methods are different.

Don't understand.

You suspect that Cesca kidnapped Hilo or someone from the same gang.

Maybe even albert himself, Flash.

And I think that did the glasses.

Wait a minute, you said Cesca kidnapped. Where such confidence?

Cesc was in my squad, if he tried to neutralize it, where lay the bike

I would have found some sign. There was no sign.

You would be able to tell me that you recorded?

Since you're not willing to work, then I denied access to information.

Did I not say that I disagree. Just said we have different methods.

Heard about detective Hippolyte Quasse?

With two "p" s and two "s". Ippolit Kvass.

Well, of course. Pan fanfare told me that this is the best detective in the world.

Your apartment was visited by burglars owning the keys.

As a highly trained.

Picks. Visited. It's awful.

Unfortunately. But what surprises me is the style of these manipulations.

Did not work none of the known burglars.

Is appeared some new, unknown to me a burglar, a thief?

That would be terrible for business, if there were someone new.

How is it possible, Mr. Hippolyte? Fanfare told me

what do you know of the burglars.

Life does not stand still, my boy, and I, as you know

for several years he retired, and devoted himself entirely to

the art of choreography. Madam, pliz.

Dear, you further allege that I felt that someone else was in the apartment,

when you got home?

Yes, I felt some strange smell.

Understand. Now, pay attention.

You enter the apartment.

I enter the apartment.

Stop.

Stop.

You begin to sniff.

Sniff... No, I haven't sniffed.

But you felt some smell.

Yes, very strange smell.

It?

Smells good.

I'm not asking, it is nice to smell, but whether it was the smell,

you sensed when you entered the apartment?

If it was the smell, it would mean that we are dealing

Dr. Bogumila Quadrilla, the famous pickpocket.

Why that would mean?

Because it's Jasmine, and the doctor Bogumill of Kadril always works

in a smart suit, lightly sprayed with Jasmine perfume.

Every criminal, dear, there is some weakness.

So, it was not the smell?

No. It was not at all a pleasant smell.

It was... I don't know, rather, as they say, smell, i.e. the smell.

Understand.

Maybe this?

No. Phew! As you can give me to smell this crap?

And this?

It is ammonia.

Maybe this?

Now, now. Appears to be this.

So, Catnip. It's bad.

This means that the apartment is visited the most dangerous,

the most cunning and clever cracker of the criminal world of the capital

Vencislav Inconspicuous.

Only it's usually before each operation takes thirty drops of Valerian.

Another thing, if we found the smell of plum brandy,

this would indicate albert Flecha, criminal, alcoholic,

boss of the largest gang of thieves in the country.

In turn, the smell of gasoline at the scene

would indicate the presence of Theophilus Boatswain,

bandit-athlete, also known as Blackfinger,

as the case wears black gloves

who then cleans the gas, if you seem dirty.

But if we feel the smell of Valerian, the error cannot be considered.

This trail Vencislava Inconspicuous.

In this case, it is necessary to arrest this Being.

Inconspicuous, Madam.

To arrest, you need evidence, and our trail, unfortunately

too air.

What are you going to do, Mr. Hippolyte?

Will need to find, dear Madam, more tangible clues, and soon.

Let's not forget, mark, that your heart buddy, Cesc,

is in this moment, may be in great danger.

God!

This is just speculation, dear lady.

Only assumptions.

Ammonia, or Valerian, Mr Hippolyte?

Jasmine. It would be better.

Really nice smell.

Just how do I know this smell?

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