As he tried to strain a neck, but oxygen arrived inside at the best a thin faltering stream which could not sate in any way a
choking organism but only raised monstrous desire to sigh a full breast and intolerable torture from impossibility it to make. Before
eyes all has floated, the dark red veil was condensed, in a head there was a sensation of heat, and the unknown force which is
straining muscles of hands and feet and being a signal of the coming nearer agony when behind last monstrous flash of aimless
resistance and dryganja finitenesses there should come death has started to join a body. It was Maxim's last chance, and it did
not begin to spend in vain poor forces, and used them exclusively on three small movements by the left hand. To expose a
forefinger - time. To bend a hand in an elbow - two. And, at last, from all to a move to stick a finger into that place where
presumably there is a liver of the kind Samaritan-suppressor. The finger was thrust in something firm, similar to a bullet-proof vest,
and Maxim flying away consciousness already has said goodbye to a transitory body, but here the grasp on a neck has
weakened, the person has published plaintive groan and was tumbled down sideways, as nasosavshajasja a bloodsucker.
Maxim's diagnosis has justified - a cirrhosis.
While its torturer pottered nearby, postanyvaja from a pain, Maxim pounded a neck and breathed a full breast, expecting full
clearing in brains and eyes. But clearing all did not come in any way - agonal concentration of will and adrenalinic explosion
have absolutely exhausted the organism which has got used in last hours to comfortable travel forward by feet and periodic,
almost ritual, to ablution in cool pools, and Maxim continued all same kiselnoj in weight to roll on a floor, the truth, now warmed
on the one hand the cellmate-ubivtsem who in something tried to help it, probably, having decided that it is better to be
strangled, than the prisoner.