The Door Was Opened, I Have Flopped On

The door was opened, I have flopped on an empty seat behind, and the beauty-car has quickly moved at once. Before I mentally would exclaim: "About, My God!" - in it sat four natives of other world, of a hell, maybe, racketeers from the dismantling or businessmen of a drug mafia: smooth, cynical, severe, young, very much something similar against each other, though different appearance and growth. - About, what girl has got to us since the morning! - it is hardly appreciable, with a hint the driver has smiled and has given gas, without asking, where it is necessary for me. Dogs and malicious people perfectly feel the emanation of fear proceeding from a victim. And, I to what my "fellow travellers" when I have easy leant back on a soft back internally were surprised think, having shut eyes, and the smile has involuntarily moved apart my lips! The aggravated scent they immediately have caught that this smile has no relation neither to them, nor to the given situation. Have caught and have mixed up, because have faced something it not clear, at all leaving of a circle of their validity.