Treasure of the tower. V. Speys

a full jar of beer and chatted with both banks in their hands. What turned out to be that the beer in the bank is squished inside the volume, and the bank with the ingot “is silent?” It will be suspicious for the customs officer to inspect the contents of the suitcase, what good will he also look at the warped bottom in the bank. Thus, the banks of beer looked intact, if viewed from above and did not distinguish at all. But to make sure that the sound of sloshing liquid was heard, then such a bank of beer would not cause suspicion, not from one inspecting thing of an official. And that if you put a bag of water in a plastic bag in the upper part of the ingot, then the squishing sound of the beer would be audible. Misha immediately got down to business. He built a bag with scissors from a polyethylene bag, gluing the edge of the iron to the desired size with an iron. Filled with water, and dried from the water edges of the bag glued iron. It turned out an excellent squelching sound that in a jar with an ingot, as in a clogged jar of beer. So, he will take these three cans of “beer” in a suitcase with things and put them in the luggage. Banks will ring, and it will be normal. And what about the banks with the bottom? And suddenly the eye of an official falls to the bottom, and everything is gone, and that’s already… but Misha did not want to think about such an outcome. He decided to correct the situation. In the kitchen in the kitchen cupboard I found a foil for baking, began to think how to attach to the bottom, so as not to distinguish the foil from the silvery stainless material of the can. The concave surface of the foil was made using a darning fungus for darning socks, gently smoothing the surface so as not to damage the foil material. Then, cutting out a neat circle of prepared foil, tried on the bottom of the jar, then with glue, gluing various materials, stuck the hemisphere to the bottom of the jar. When the glue caught the foil, it was gently pushed to the concave surface, closing the traces of the bottom cuts. It turned out an ideal color match. And the bottom of the can with the ingot now was no different from the bottom with a clogged can of beer. So Misha decided to take three bars of gold in a tourist trip to Switzerland in banks of beer Zhigulevskoe.

      Chapter -12.

      Katya was overjoyed. With her beloved boy, she seemed to be uncomfortable. The day was a joyful sunny happiness. The girl thought that everyone around her smiled at her and rejoiced with her and this sunny day, and the summer and youth. A wonderful and carefree time when you are still a schoolgirl and there are no worries.

      They with Misha, left the train at the railway station in Moscow, and immediately moved in a taxi. In Sheremetyevo, without any difficulty, they found a group of tourists who traveled to Zurich on tour agency permits, which had branches in Russian cities. Misha struggled to hide his excitement, and he managed to do it, he also succeeded because he did not know at all what punishment the hidden gold bullion was supposed to offer and what would possibly happen in case of detection of smuggling on a particularly large scale. He held himself solidly and confidently, and Katya was proud of the fact that next to her, Misha was holding on like an adult man, although he did not even have bristles on his face, but only a harsh fuzz, the prototype of the future vegetation on his face.

      When the guide who meets the tourists at the airport and is in charge of boarding them on the plane that commits a charter flight to Zurich, noted in the list, warning:

      – Follow the check-in forms for the flight. It is necessary to fill in the declarations and hand over the suitcases to the luggage.

      – Here are our tickets and tickets. – said Misha, filing permits and passports.

      The woman checked the names with her list, checked the Swiss tourist visas, and, collecting a whole pile of passports, carried to the counter, behind which two stewardesses had already registered, registering seats and taking their luggage. Misha and Katya took the line and moved closer and closer to the reception desk. Misha was worried more and more, but decided to stick to the end. Katya noticed his red face, asked anxiously:

      “You’re not ill, by any chance?”

      – No, it’s just my first trip abroad and I’m worried.

      – Yes, do not worry so, while my dad is the director of the iron works, we will often be with you on vacation outside the borders. – She specifically said, using the original words, for courage, distracting Misha from stiffness.

      Misha, of course, was not worried because of this, but because of another, especially when he put the suitcase on the acceptance transporter and tied the boarding pass to the handle, and the suitcase slowly went to other things of the passengers, through the access control device. But the suitcase passed without any problems and, having received tickets, Katya and Misha went to the border control room. Suddenly Misha saw his suitcase on the shelf of customs inspection. The official approached them.

      – Excuse me, are you Mikhail Sitnikov? – He turned to Misha.

      – Yes, and what’s the matter? The guy asked worriedly. Katya began to look inquiringly at the customs officer, then at Misha.

      – Nothing special, go to your things and open the suitcase. We have selective control.

      – I’m with him, can I go through? – In a tone that does not tolerate objections, Katya asked. The customs officer nodded his head in agreement. When all three came to the checkpoint, the customs official said, open it. Misha opened the suitcase. The customs officer pointed to the banks with the “beer”, said:

      – Next time, a young man, beer is not recommended to take without plastic packaging, since in flight the bank can explode from a pressure drop and spoil things.

      “I have a polyethylene bag,” Katya began to say quickly, pulling a bag out of her purse.

      – Well, if the girl cares about you, then hide the jars in the bag and you can fly. – Having said this, the customs officer went to the next suspicious suitcase. Misha, with trembling hands put the jars in a bag, tightly tied it and put it back in its place. Katya at the same time, smiling cunningly, said:

      “Come and have a beer!” Her cheerful smile shone with sincerity and good-naturalness. Misha looked into her green eyes, full of love, and suddenly realized that this girl was better than this girl. He suddenly felt ashamed of the fact that he was kissing Sophia, and for a moment introduced her. The beauty of Sophia arose in his memory, putting a quivering feeling that prompted him that now he fell in love with both Katya and Sofia, and what to do with it, he did not know and did not understand that in life such things are possible. Katya looked at him, imagining him now forever for her boyfriend and that now and surely no one will give it to him, so that it does not happen. She suddenly fell into the zealous feelings that arose from the fact that Misha certainly slept with Sophia in one tent. She suddenly looked sternly at Misha and asked:

      – Misha, just tell the truth? – She concentrated, looking at him with serious eyes, waiting for an answer.

      – What are you talking about? – Building guesses, he suddenly said.

      “Did you sleep with that girl when you went to a picnic with your brother?” Sitnikov, tell me, just tell the truth?

      “Where did you get that, Katya?” I told you a thousand times that I did not!

      The girl suddenly hugged him by the neck and kissed her on the lips.

      – She, young people, where are your tickets? – The stewardess, standing at the gangway, asked kissing.

      The girl pulled away from Misha’s lips, turned to the stewardess and slipped her tickets.

      – Take your boarding passes. There are your places listed, they may not coincide with those in the ticket, but still you are sitting next to each other.

      – Well, thank you. – Answered Misha. He took coupons from the stewardess, and they climbed into the passenger cabin of the Boeing…

      Their plane landed at the international airport Kloten, Zurich. Having received his baggage without any problems, Misha was beside himself with joy. Now you can take