Landrin took from his pocket a small booklet, which was invested a few pictures. Stretching it to me, he exclaimed: – And now look what he turned the "grateful>> descendants! After a while Fedor has brought me to a fancy building and told that this and have a house Boyard. – Why you chose this house for Laura Bayard? – And what did he remind you of? – Mysteriously smiling, replied a question on the issue Landrin. – The medieval castle. – That's you and the answer to your question. And I found it When searching for the nature of his second film "Velvet underground>>. Then in the courtyard of the house was a fountain, but it broke down and did as you can see, the sandbox. Has not been here long, so wrong in describing this yard, but I think it is forgivable error.
I remembered episodes of the thriller and was surprised: I thought that even in the air, the streets of Moscow hovers magic atmosphere of the novel, and that now because the next turn will come knowing Nicodemus Paramonov and to meet him – considering passing girls Vadim Nabokov. – So, who you do: Nabokov or Paramonov? And one of them in you anymore? I do not even Fedor Landrin. Perhaps, in each character of my novels, plays and scripts are some part of me, but otherwise, this is usually invented by humans. The only thing I could not, so it is to pull on a mask of the killer, in my mind as something does not fit into this terrible urge, apparently so Producers often reproached me that I "kill>>" villains> and "bad guys>> natural way – fell into the abyss, stumbled on sticking valves, etc.