Annoyed he went to his only rest time of the day. Go to the pond and talk to the beautiful Beluga .
-- How long do you think the offensive will last and Moscow will fall?
The beluga said to him.
-- With this planet's weather they can't go beyond December 5. There is an overestimation of their capabilities; there are serious strategic misconceptions, and the military machine is not up to the task. You are not . You've almost got your ship ready to go.
-- You're coming with me,-- he said convincingly.
-- I don't want to live here. I want to live here ... On the sea... Free... Truly free.
-- Don't you want to go back to your planet?
-- You're a cynic. My galaxy does not exist. I am the last of my kind.
-- You are telepathic. I is there anyone who could help me?
The beluga was sil
