Up on the roof, the flat roof of that absurd "house on stilts," I could see different-colored patches of light. The only things that have any color in there are our emotions. And there were plenty of those around. The brightest of all was the column of crimson flame that pierced the sky—the vampire's fear and fury. "She's powerful," Semyon said simply, glancing up at the roof and kicking the car door shut. He sighed and started taking off his coat. "What are you doing?" I asked. "I'll go up the wall… over the balconies. I advise you to do the same, Ilya. Only you go in the Twilight; it's easier." "And how are you going?" "The ordinary way. There's less chance she'll notice. And don't you two worry… I was climbing mountains for sixty years. I took the fascist flag down fromMount Elbrus ." Semyon stripped to his shirt, throwing his clothes onto the hood of the car. They were followed by a swift protective spell covering his threads and the fancy wheels.
