"Soldiers, just in time. From fifty meters... they shouldn't be able to make out any facial features."
Quint carefully placed the girl on a bench, waved his cane, and shouted in a strange, hoarse voice:
-- Soldiers! The lady is unwell! Take care of her, I'll go for a doctor!
The last words were said as he ran. Waving his cane and limping dramatically, Quint still moved very quickly. Hiding around the corner, he ran at full speed, weaving through the dark alleys.
Небо – угроз не слышит
Небо – ведёт особый счёт
Небо – тебя найдёт