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Название книги: After the Coup
Автор(ы): John Scalzi
Жанр: Научная Фантастика
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/After-the-Coup-228824.html
“How well can you take a punch?” asked Deputy Ambassador Schmidt. Lieutenant Harry Wilson blinked and set down his drink. “You know, there are a number of places a conversation can go after a question like that,” he said. “None of them end well.” “I don’t mean it like that,” Schmidt said. He drummed the glass of his own drink with his fingers. Harry noted the drumming, which was a favorite nervous tell of Hart Schmidt’s. It made poker games with him fun. “I have a very specific reason to ask you.” “I would hope so,” Harry said. “Because as conversational ice breakers go, it’s not in the top ten.” Schmidt looked around the Clarke’s officer lounge. “Maybe this isn’t the best place to talk about it,” he said. Harry glanced around the lounge. It was singularly unappealing; a bunch of magnetized folding chairs and equally magnetized card tables, and single porthole from which the yellowish green limb of Korba-Aty was glowing, dully. The drinks they were having came from the rack of vending machines built into
Название книги: After the Coup
Автор(ы): John Scalzi
Жанр: Научная Фантастика
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/After-the-Coup-228824.html
“How well can you take a punch?” asked Deputy Ambassador Schmidt. Lieutenant Harry Wilson blinked and set down his drink. “You know, there are a number of places a conversation can go after a question like that,” he said. “None of them end well.” “I don’t mean it like that,” Schmidt said. He drummed the glass of his own drink with his fingers. Harry noted the drumming, which was a favorite nervous tell of Hart Schmidt’s. It made poker games with him fun. “I have a very specific reason to ask you.” “I would hope so,” Harry said. “Because as conversational ice breakers go, it’s not in the top ten.” Schmidt looked around the Clarke’s officer lounge. “Maybe this isn’t the best place to talk about it,” he said. Harry glanced around the lounge. It was singularly unappealing; a bunch of magnetized folding chairs and equally magnetized card tables, and single porthole from which the yellowish green limb of Korba-Aty was glowing, dully. The drinks they were having came from the rack of vending machines built into
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