During two next week nothing unusual took place. Also four times per week Albert got up early, going to work where he was a boss and a subordinate both. Also his wife met him gladly when he was coming home, and sometimes he could find at home one, more rarely two or three wife's friends who already are known, and the feelings, that they evoked from Albert, also are known. One day they went to his parents' home, which was situated in the village in other region, two hundred kilometers from Moscow. At the very beginning of perestroika, they managed to buy this house for a penny, leaving the two-roomed flat for their son in Mytishchi, near the station Perlovka.
As for Albert, this case in the metro was not indifferent to him. Being curious whether like a researcher or a seeker of adventures, so he treated the fact that a few days ago he became a witness, even a participant of a real anomalous event, nowadays the newspapers wrote about a lot of them so much. However, in the newspapers it could be fabrications, exaggerations, more often the sensationalism, but this fact is clear. He didn't say to the wife and to the parents about this event, only because he knew well, they would bombard him with questions, which he couldn't answer in spite of all his knowledges. They know him well enough not to doubt in his mental health.
Recently it was a cooling. The people say that in the May the last tree is blossoming out with leaves in these cold days, this is the oak. All around was very usual, and involuntarily Albert began to forget this strange event in the metro. Only following the way of the logical reasoning without emotions, our protagonist had to agree that this was actually, regardless of his own desires, regardless of his attitude to fact, it was and it is impossible to deny it. Certainly, it can try to forget, to pretend as if nothing took place, but why to deceive himself? If compare the current everyday events to a well known song, then one of the notes of the song as if was false, it had sounded with dissonance irritating the ears, however the song is continuing, like nothing had happened. But it cannot eject away this fake note out of the song.
No matter how he tried to use all his abilities to solve this riddle, questions stayed without answers, and in the first place there was an interesting fact. All the passer-by in metro not only didn't pay attention at the strange box, but even didn't see the thing he himself saw. Such version as a hallucination just was refused away by him and he was right. If it was starting a mental illness, the hallucinations would repeat all the way more often. His interest in the exercises of Yoga long ago and his aspiration to perfect himself generated a habit to monitor own feeling, own state of mind. No. There was not a change, it meant he had to look for the strange things outside, not inside of himself. It was no any difference in his mind between the periods before the event and after it. It is just possible he would think now about strange events, which are written in the newspapers, but instead he is thinking about a similar event where he was a participant, possibly a key player.
The phone ring has sounded so suddenly that Albert winced, a thing, which was not before. The first thought: who would be this? It's possible by mistake. He jumped up out of the bed. The clock shoved a few minutes after ten. It's time to start morning tea. While he walked to the phone, the call succeeded to cut the morning silence a few times more.
-Hello.
-Hello, Alik.
Except the parents and wife's friends no one could call him so. He had got rid of his own friends still a few years ago. Why would need them?
-Who is saying?
-My name changes nothing and would tell you nothing, - it was cheerful, assured, but not young voice.
Sakes alive! The number is right, he calls my name correctly, but I don't know him at all.
-Yet, who I'm speaking with? - Albert knew the value of information and a golden rule of the clever people: not to give it to everyone, because it would be the same thing, as to give a weapon to the enemy in the war.
-Don't be afraid. I know you so well, if I want to harm, I had a possibility to do it many times already.
-Why be afraid? I myself can scare whoever! - The habit to talk decently even with an enemy stopped him to add two words: "old goat".
-I'll give you good advice. When you are angry, you have better to think, what would you do with Sveta if you have a power above her. Believe me, this is more effective, than to count to ten.
-What Sveta with, - answered Albert trying to pretend a misunderstanding.
-With Izmailova, she is a young woman, your wive's friend.
-By chance, whether you know my home address?
The unknown pronounced Albert's home address enough clearly.
-So here. Before recognizing these details, it would better recognize, in spite my good profit, but this is less than a critique amount, what starting from, your people could show some interest in me.
-Yes, if convert it into dollars, it is near two hundred in a month. I agree with you, son. The mafia doesn't interest such earnings, despite a lot of idlers would envy you. Besides, I know ways, how to earn a ten times more, a hundred times more, and you may use it. But this is not essential.
-And you should have better to get into my soul deeper to understand that I'm very unfit person for this function. That's familiarly: "the money is not the main thing". It is better waster it to shock the mob around, put on an expensive tastelessness, pretending and showing himself like a tough guy, a rogue guy, but above me there would be a ten of those who are more tough, and I would have to walk a tightrope, fearing for myself and for my loved ones, to crawl, to stoop and something like that, et cetera. Maybe you will give me to profit well for a start, for example, to transport the marijuana from the Chu valley somewhere to Samara. Maybe you think, I will jump for joy and go to a pub to drink fake vodka, you think, as if I will put on the duds "Adidas" from head to toe, which will be found fake too most likely. Doesn't occur to you, that you are going to deal with one of those who besides desires to profit, but who never would exchange his freedom, his independence for some money or for some clothes? Even the soviet power could not make me be in a collective. My final conclusion "the society is a herd of beasts" wasn't in their favor. Is it that you look for specially the unfittest man for your so-called "work"? All over there are a lot of cowardly and greedy people who are dissatisfied, because they don't find someone to humble in front of him after the disappearance of the soviet power. Even for my two hundred bucks they would come to you as faithful dogs. Even selling the newspapers, they build their foolish brigades, introducing the same rotten relationship each with the other, which took place in the soviet production collectives. For example, they limited themselves with the railroad section between Moscow and Mytishchi, but I sell between Mytishchi and Aleksandrov, and they believe in the myth, which is invented by themselves, as if I profit less, than them, while I work in the eleven directions on my own choice, but they are limited like the dogs with their section and they bite off each with the other there like dogs too. How they are afraid of your mafia! Assuming, that I would keep a trade tent or a cooperative. I would pay the tribute, certainly within reasonable limits. Eventually I'm sure, that this system of racketeering was created by the ugly native state and its authorities. However, I wouldn't allow to enslave me, and even if you would destroy me one, I would have time to destroy a few ten of you. It is unprofitable to attack me. It will be more problems, than profit.
He could feel, that someone listens him attentively on the other end of the telephone.
-Well, what is it? Are you disappointed after this? Have you understood, that you will profit nothing with me?
-No. I'm glad! You are the same person, that I need. I didn't mistake. I spent my time not in vain! - It seemed, sincere joy sounds in the voice, as from a child.
-It's interesting, by what a way are you going to make me work for you?
-No, dear. You will work for yourself, as before.
-Then you may be offended or not to be offended, but what can I think more? Are you an adherent of the unisexual love, and my personal nature responds your personal sexual scenario, isn't so?
-Firstly, I say you sincerely, I'm not offended, because I don't condemn such people. Secondly, no and no. Thirdly, I have a girlfriend in the Krasnoyarsk region, I call her "naughty wench", and if you learn how old she is and how old I'm, you will faint. And my relationship with her is enough strange. So this your version is unfounded too.
-Could you find a girlfriend closer?
-What is the trouble to have done a flight there and back?
-However, what if the weather is bad?
-It is always good for me.
-You are already showing off.
-Eventually you will learn it. Not all at once.
The voice has fallen silent, but the line continued to be held. Albert still considered. The task was difficult to solve. Following the logic, the only thing, it is as if some intelligenсe agency is going to enlist him. In spite of the popular opinion that such things take place only in the movies, but in fact it can be in the real life too. However, what a date disposes he? Every dog knows all the plants and military units around, which are considered as secret ones and they are known without him. And what about his political preferences, the anticommunism, for example, but now it is fashion and nobody would wonder. Maybe, is this his ability to see something what the others don't see? There in the metro. But maybe, do these bitches want to use him like a guinea pig? Maybe, are they going to test a new psychotronic weapon on him? But why have they contacted with him, calling? They could watch him without any interaction. However, if this is an intelligence agency, Albert knew, the world is divided not into rich and poor, even not into different countries. The world is divided into those who affirms the primacy of the collectivity above a personality and into those who thinks on the contrary, that is the personality is put above society. There are the both supporters in every country. These last would be insiders for him and he wouldn't refuse to help them, and no matter what flag they compete under.
He felt a breathing behind him and turned back. He tried to smile to Nadia who has snuck up to him suddenly, but she was preoccupied and troubled.
-I heard, in talking you mentioned Sveta.
-Is this a jealousy?
-But you know: her boyfriend keeps the cooperative, and a few days ago the mafia troubled him. Are they who is calling?
-You said, he has roof and he pays them.
-This is other people. It is going to be a war between the gangs to divide the territory. And he may have to participate in this fighting. Sveta is in a close relationship with him and she may be made to participate in it too.
-But aren't you too early troubled?
-However, maybe they are calling to snoop. Who is calling you?
He wanted to shout "Spies", but stopped just in time. Nadezhda would consider this as a clumsy attempt to turn it into a joke. What if they are his friends in the future, but he is able to disappoint them, doing so. Yet he didn't understand, what means this phoning, but already he was sure that this is not a mafia. Suddenly he remembered, that the interlocutor still is hearing, waiting for him and doesn't slam the phone.
-Well. However, what do you seek? What is your goal you are calling to me? --
-I'm your friend, and it's necessary to meet and talk. You have to know all.
The voice was so much kind, he no way wanted to suspect its possessor in a hostile intention. And if these people will be found harmful with respect to him, what a scums and hypocrites they are!
-How many of you?
-I'm alone, like last time? I'm always alone, but now we will be both.
-What a last time. There was no any last time!
-I want to see each other in order to you would know all, but don't stay with your questions.
-So when?
-Immediately now, at your home. I'm alone. Come to the door and look into the peephole.
Albert put on the jacket, hid the axe under it. He hid the gas cartridges and the knife in pockets. This knife instantly may be led in the state of readiness, using a button. It was very unlikely, but they could shoot into the peephole. In the future, he can make a homemade a periscope, using mirrors to watch from the corner, this is simple and cheap, but now one may take a risk one time. To be afraid of the wolves - not to go into the forest.
But as soon as he looked into the peephole, then instantly understood that he has armed in vain. The solution of the so difficult task itself asked to enter at home. Near the door of the flat the same old man nomad from metro stood, but in his hand instead of the box with a strange inscription he kept the cell phone, which using, just now he spoke with him.
Next chapter: http://la-flagellation.blogspot.ru/2017/10/the-teleportation-chapter-3-visit.html
As for Albert, this case in the metro was not indifferent to him. Being curious whether like a researcher or a seeker of adventures, so he treated the fact that a few days ago he became a witness, even a participant of a real anomalous event, nowadays the newspapers wrote about a lot of them so much. However, in the newspapers it could be fabrications, exaggerations, more often the sensationalism, but this fact is clear. He didn't say to the wife and to the parents about this event, only because he knew well, they would bombard him with questions, which he couldn't answer in spite of all his knowledges. They know him well enough not to doubt in his mental health.
Recently it was a cooling. The people say that in the May the last tree is blossoming out with leaves in these cold days, this is the oak. All around was very usual, and involuntarily Albert began to forget this strange event in the metro. Only following the way of the logical reasoning without emotions, our protagonist had to agree that this was actually, regardless of his own desires, regardless of his attitude to fact, it was and it is impossible to deny it. Certainly, it can try to forget, to pretend as if nothing took place, but why to deceive himself? If compare the current everyday events to a well known song, then one of the notes of the song as if was false, it had sounded with dissonance irritating the ears, however the song is continuing, like nothing had happened. But it cannot eject away this fake note out of the song.
No matter how he tried to use all his abilities to solve this riddle, questions stayed without answers, and in the first place there was an interesting fact. All the passer-by in metro not only didn't pay attention at the strange box, but even didn't see the thing he himself saw. Such version as a hallucination just was refused away by him and he was right. If it was starting a mental illness, the hallucinations would repeat all the way more often. His interest in the exercises of Yoga long ago and his aspiration to perfect himself generated a habit to monitor own feeling, own state of mind. No. There was not a change, it meant he had to look for the strange things outside, not inside of himself. It was no any difference in his mind between the periods before the event and after it. It is just possible he would think now about strange events, which are written in the newspapers, but instead he is thinking about a similar event where he was a participant, possibly a key player.
The phone ring has sounded so suddenly that Albert winced, a thing, which was not before. The first thought: who would be this? It's possible by mistake. He jumped up out of the bed. The clock shoved a few minutes after ten. It's time to start morning tea. While he walked to the phone, the call succeeded to cut the morning silence a few times more.
-Hello.
-Hello, Alik.
Except the parents and wife's friends no one could call him so. He had got rid of his own friends still a few years ago. Why would need them?
-Who is saying?
-My name changes nothing and would tell you nothing, - it was cheerful, assured, but not young voice.
Sakes alive! The number is right, he calls my name correctly, but I don't know him at all.
-Yet, who I'm speaking with? - Albert knew the value of information and a golden rule of the clever people: not to give it to everyone, because it would be the same thing, as to give a weapon to the enemy in the war.
-Don't be afraid. I know you so well, if I want to harm, I had a possibility to do it many times already.
-Why be afraid? I myself can scare whoever! - The habit to talk decently even with an enemy stopped him to add two words: "old goat".
-I'll give you good advice. When you are angry, you have better to think, what would you do with Sveta if you have a power above her. Believe me, this is more effective, than to count to ten.
-What Sveta with, - answered Albert trying to pretend a misunderstanding.
-With Izmailova, she is a young woman, your wive's friend.
-By chance, whether you know my home address?
The unknown pronounced Albert's home address enough clearly.
-So here. Before recognizing these details, it would better recognize, in spite my good profit, but this is less than a critique amount, what starting from, your people could show some interest in me.
-Yes, if convert it into dollars, it is near two hundred in a month. I agree with you, son. The mafia doesn't interest such earnings, despite a lot of idlers would envy you. Besides, I know ways, how to earn a ten times more, a hundred times more, and you may use it. But this is not essential.
-And you should have better to get into my soul deeper to understand that I'm very unfit person for this function. That's familiarly: "the money is not the main thing". It is better waster it to shock the mob around, put on an expensive tastelessness, pretending and showing himself like a tough guy, a rogue guy, but above me there would be a ten of those who are more tough, and I would have to walk a tightrope, fearing for myself and for my loved ones, to crawl, to stoop and something like that, et cetera. Maybe you will give me to profit well for a start, for example, to transport the marijuana from the Chu valley somewhere to Samara. Maybe you think, I will jump for joy and go to a pub to drink fake vodka, you think, as if I will put on the duds "Adidas" from head to toe, which will be found fake too most likely. Doesn't occur to you, that you are going to deal with one of those who besides desires to profit, but who never would exchange his freedom, his independence for some money or for some clothes? Even the soviet power could not make me be in a collective. My final conclusion "the society is a herd of beasts" wasn't in their favor. Is it that you look for specially the unfittest man for your so-called "work"? All over there are a lot of cowardly and greedy people who are dissatisfied, because they don't find someone to humble in front of him after the disappearance of the soviet power. Even for my two hundred bucks they would come to you as faithful dogs. Even selling the newspapers, they build their foolish brigades, introducing the same rotten relationship each with the other, which took place in the soviet production collectives. For example, they limited themselves with the railroad section between Moscow and Mytishchi, but I sell between Mytishchi and Aleksandrov, and they believe in the myth, which is invented by themselves, as if I profit less, than them, while I work in the eleven directions on my own choice, but they are limited like the dogs with their section and they bite off each with the other there like dogs too. How they are afraid of your mafia! Assuming, that I would keep a trade tent or a cooperative. I would pay the tribute, certainly within reasonable limits. Eventually I'm sure, that this system of racketeering was created by the ugly native state and its authorities. However, I wouldn't allow to enslave me, and even if you would destroy me one, I would have time to destroy a few ten of you. It is unprofitable to attack me. It will be more problems, than profit.
He could feel, that someone listens him attentively on the other end of the telephone.
-Well, what is it? Are you disappointed after this? Have you understood, that you will profit nothing with me?
-No. I'm glad! You are the same person, that I need. I didn't mistake. I spent my time not in vain! - It seemed, sincere joy sounds in the voice, as from a child.
-It's interesting, by what a way are you going to make me work for you?
-No, dear. You will work for yourself, as before.
-Then you may be offended or not to be offended, but what can I think more? Are you an adherent of the unisexual love, and my personal nature responds your personal sexual scenario, isn't so?
-Firstly, I say you sincerely, I'm not offended, because I don't condemn such people. Secondly, no and no. Thirdly, I have a girlfriend in the Krasnoyarsk region, I call her "naughty wench", and if you learn how old she is and how old I'm, you will faint. And my relationship with her is enough strange. So this your version is unfounded too.
-Could you find a girlfriend closer?
-What is the trouble to have done a flight there and back?
-However, what if the weather is bad?
-It is always good for me.
-You are already showing off.
-Eventually you will learn it. Not all at once.
The voice has fallen silent, but the line continued to be held. Albert still considered. The task was difficult to solve. Following the logic, the only thing, it is as if some intelligenсe agency is going to enlist him. In spite of the popular opinion that such things take place only in the movies, but in fact it can be in the real life too. However, what a date disposes he? Every dog knows all the plants and military units around, which are considered as secret ones and they are known without him. And what about his political preferences, the anticommunism, for example, but now it is fashion and nobody would wonder. Maybe, is this his ability to see something what the others don't see? There in the metro. But maybe, do these bitches want to use him like a guinea pig? Maybe, are they going to test a new psychotronic weapon on him? But why have they contacted with him, calling? They could watch him without any interaction. However, if this is an intelligence agency, Albert knew, the world is divided not into rich and poor, even not into different countries. The world is divided into those who affirms the primacy of the collectivity above a personality and into those who thinks on the contrary, that is the personality is put above society. There are the both supporters in every country. These last would be insiders for him and he wouldn't refuse to help them, and no matter what flag they compete under.
He felt a breathing behind him and turned back. He tried to smile to Nadia who has snuck up to him suddenly, but she was preoccupied and troubled.
-I heard, in talking you mentioned Sveta.
-Is this a jealousy?
-But you know: her boyfriend keeps the cooperative, and a few days ago the mafia troubled him. Are they who is calling?
-You said, he has roof and he pays them.
-This is other people. It is going to be a war between the gangs to divide the territory. And he may have to participate in this fighting. Sveta is in a close relationship with him and she may be made to participate in it too.
-But aren't you too early troubled?
-However, maybe they are calling to snoop. Who is calling you?
He wanted to shout "Spies", but stopped just in time. Nadezhda would consider this as a clumsy attempt to turn it into a joke. What if they are his friends in the future, but he is able to disappoint them, doing so. Yet he didn't understand, what means this phoning, but already he was sure that this is not a mafia. Suddenly he remembered, that the interlocutor still is hearing, waiting for him and doesn't slam the phone.
-Well. However, what do you seek? What is your goal you are calling to me? --
-I'm your friend, and it's necessary to meet and talk. You have to know all.
The voice was so much kind, he no way wanted to suspect its possessor in a hostile intention. And if these people will be found harmful with respect to him, what a scums and hypocrites they are!
-How many of you?
-I'm alone, like last time? I'm always alone, but now we will be both.
-What a last time. There was no any last time!
-I want to see each other in order to you would know all, but don't stay with your questions.
-So when?
-Immediately now, at your home. I'm alone. Come to the door and look into the peephole.
Albert put on the jacket, hid the axe under it. He hid the gas cartridges and the knife in pockets. This knife instantly may be led in the state of readiness, using a button. It was very unlikely, but they could shoot into the peephole. In the future, he can make a homemade a periscope, using mirrors to watch from the corner, this is simple and cheap, but now one may take a risk one time. To be afraid of the wolves - not to go into the forest.
But as soon as he looked into the peephole, then instantly understood that he has armed in vain. The solution of the so difficult task itself asked to enter at home. Near the door of the flat the same old man nomad from metro stood, but in his hand instead of the box with a strange inscription he kept the cell phone, which using, just now he spoke with him.
Next chapter: http://la-flagellation.blogspot.ru/2017/10/the-teleportation-chapter-3-visit.html
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