Albert and Tolik didn't like each other when they were meeting, but they didn't show a look of this. Sooner or later they could be found as rivals because of Sveta. However, only Albert knew about it, but there was a completely different thing, which irritated him. Tolik was a person absolutely alien to his nature. If in childhood they were in the same school or in youth in the same student hostel, they would become intransigent enemies, because Tolik was a typical soviet person of the herd. He wouldn't like Albert's individualism, also his isolation, in the spirit he would enroll him like an "intelligent", however, in Russia this word is almost abusive. In his mind, although not moronic, but enough primitive, it was inconceivable a fact that Albert was able to be much steeper than he himself, however, only if this would justify itself, but not for shoddy showing off. As well as a drowning man would catch at a straw, in the same manner he clung to any unlikely possibility to ease the situation, in center of which exaggeratedly he felt himself, but in fact, who was in the very scorching heat of the circumstances, they were the people of his bandit "roof" (that is the constant racketeers). He consoled himself by a thought that this "nerd" is only a mediator, bringing the information to some steep friend or to several steep friends. And he would become awfully disappointed if he sees the old man Paul. On Thursday this information was already in old man Paul's pocket. However, before to put it into the pocket, the old man learnt it long time and with attention, and he gave an advice to Albert, that time to observe the nature, feeling himself as a part of it. Finally he said:
-Even if I don't cope during this short time, let Anatoly at a high time pays for the first and for the second group. I'll give the money.
That day the old man explained him for a long time the concentration technique, also the value of the ability to keep a thought with the object.
-Create in spirit an imagined world and do in it all what you want. Try to make it clearer and distinct, let events take place on it coherently, but not confusedly as in dreams. Practice to do it every time when you go to bed, don't miss. In order not the dreams occur with you, but you yourself would be their master, not a piece of wood, which would be rushing downstream of the river. And no transport, no electric trains and buses. It's not necessary to go by bus or by anything else, because everything is nearby, everything is close and available.
Already in the afternoon, before saying goodbye, Albert asked:
-If it's not a secret, have you decided now what to do?
-No, but my minor friend is trying to do it.
-???
-My subconscious.
As far as it's known, every "roof" has a chief. He directs the actions of his subordinates along the necessary direction, but the questions, where to direct, whom to attack, aren't solved by him, but by the superordinate persons.
In this world of the mafia, there is the power above everyone, this power is cruel, not always righteous. If someone even may take the initiative, then within a very limited framework. The old man already knew the surname of the author of the situation. To learn the first name and patronymic, it wasn't difficult, calling a few times, motivating his request by the fact, as if it would be an inconvenient thing to address to a powerful man by name, and it would be better to use the first name and patronymic. In the militia or in another special service the object didn't work in the given moment, so the address bureau wrote the address, which Albert so needed, without obstruction. The information, given in the window of the information office, led into the city, which was named in honor of the famous spacecraft designer, and the station what he had to get off the train, in spite of all the changes, it conservatively succeeded to have kept its name "Podlipki".
The old man already knew a lot of nooks and wastelands of this city and he has teleported into one of them. The house was found quickly, but the entrance was encoded. Paul wasn't embarrassed because of this, he waited when someone would come out, this was a woman with a child, came in the opened door which itself has closed slowly. His solid age helped not to provoke the suspicion from the bystanders. He was going to penetrate into the flat using the known way: to ring the doorbell and when the tenant opens the door, to hypnotize as if he is not here, and in the same instant to slip into the flat. He could not teleport into the flat, the atmosphere of which he still didn't see. He still didn't approach the door, but already on the other side of it sounded loud and wild canine barking. Judging by the low voice, the dog was big enough.
-All right, - thought Paul. It cannot be lucky all the way. Now I have to switch to the long and tedious surveillance.
Thinking so, he went upstairs, reached the staircase near the garret, concentrated, incorporating all the details of this silent corner, in order subsequently to imagine and in any needed instant to get here, omitting the entrance and curious looks. The perennial experience made him able to memorize needed interior quickly, and after a short meditation Paul immediately got into a wasteland and returned to the house on foot, selecting a comfortable place to observe.
In three hours from the same entrance a man who was balding, but not old, came out with a Rottweiler on a leash. The dog took up its canine business, sniffing the ground and sometimes looking around, and the man with all his views tried to show his importance and significance, but one doesn't know to whom. It was nobody around, apparently the habit took place. This swagger would make laugh an American, however, to the Slavs, he would provoke either the obedience or the servile admiration. The old man Paul knew well, in America you can see such grimaces rarely and if you see it, then the actors of them often are found natives from this soviet world, which were victims of the slave-owners in the past centuries and of the communists in the present century. Going along the street, such people like the black holes take under their influence the souls of passers-by, bringing confusion to their minds, only by a look they unbalance them, suppress the will and recharge themselves by the psychic energy. The victims are guilty in part too, because they believe in the importance of these "arrogant Aces". However, in England, he would be considered as a bumpkin, and his car "Mercedes" and not very large incomes by Western standards, would impress nobody.
Not without a risk to complicate the situation, the old man in an instant have teleported on the staircase near the garret, descended the stairs to the needed floor and rang the doorbell. The canine barking didn't sound. After a long keeping silent a simple woman, middle-aged, opened the door, most likely a housekeeper. Shrugging in perplexity, because of the fact than nobody was here, as it seemed to her, she closed the door, but that time the old man succeeded to slip into the flat. She went to the kitchen and the old man in the toilet, because if to appear suddenly, then it would better in it. It was difficult to switch himself from one to another. Now he observed the atmosphere inside the toilet, understanding that he will have to "climb over the space" only here and it's possible that more that once. Then he came out quietly into the corridor, also without sound he climbed into the cupboard in the wall, where the clothes hung. He hasn't to wait for a long time. Paul heard, the exit door opened.
-Start to pack things, Zina, we go by car to my wife in the dacha and at the same time I need to meet with the guys, but that's not for a long.
-I must report to my family.
-So, what is problem with? Here is the phone, call them.
-And during how much time I have to be there?
-Two days, not less. You will help us with housework, as usual... What is the matter? Or do I pay you less?
-The matter is in another thing. Someone rang the doorbell. I opened. Nobody was.
-Shuck! I walked with the dog in the courtyard. Into the entrance nobody entered, excepting normal people who returned from work. More likely, the minors frolicked again.
-But if... Who, killer? - the master burst out laughing. - Nobody would put on a cast. But he on the stairs would shoot me... or I him.
Suddenly the loud dog barking drowned out all the sounds.
The old man was ready for this, immediately he teleported in the wasteland and went to the station, had a snack, buying a hot dog and a glass of the coffee. It was a pleasant warm evening, the same as many years ago. The Earth still continued to live and to flower. The seasons still changed in the same manner. As well as in the youth he would like to travel very very far. But all was close. Either New-York, where was the daytime in full swing now, or Krasnoyarsk where it was past midnight, or the forests around Moscow, which he once climbed round and studied lengthwise and crosswise.
The old man crawled under the platform, in order nobody would see, and teleported into one forest of the Moscow region, which he liked. He pulled the matches out of his pocket. The campfire lighted up quickly. In the sky first stars appeared. The life continued to please. At the ninety-fifth time with him the nature of the temperate climate changed the white anger of the winter to the blue-green mercy and caress.
It was time to return. Paul put out the fire carefully, carrying some water in his palms from the creek a few times. Did he remember the interior of the toilet well? He rushed there. He has succeeded, but was in the darkness. He barked a few times just in case. It was no answer. He came out and came in the room. The view from the windows have dispelled all doubts. It was the same flat. He had a lot of time, but he had to act carefully, putting on its place everything what he examined, as it was before. The owner must suspect nothing and the dog all the same couldn't tell, why it had to so bark suddenly. The arrangement of the objects what the old man could not remember, he recorded on a separate list, using a cipher, which nobody knew except for himself. To get through all this documentation here in the same place, even to think about it would be useless. Ahead was a great work on information processing. Fortunately, he already wasn't a novice in this matter. He had to xerox everything urgently, then to put in its place and to study the photocopies. The windows overlooked the North, where at this time was a little lighter and it allowed to look about without switching on. Slowly, but right the old man examined all the furniture consistently in the three rooms, also in the kitchen and in the bathroom. He was interested only in the information. He had to learn as much as possible about this man, because the situation looked so, as if the whole initiative came from him. Even the old man stood up on the window sill, and using a screwdriver, he unscrewed the ends of the tubular crossbeam. On the crossbeam hung the curtain with rings, which the owner didn't close. He shone with a flashlight into the tube - emptiness. Among the books, inside one of them, he found a hiding place and there a fat bundle of banknotes of one hundred dollars was hidden. He put it back. It will not go anywhere. This is not all. He has a dacha else.
It seemed that the work was done. Only the cupboard in the wall remained. Groping the clothes, he found something solid. That's strange. There was a home bathrobe, it seemed old and shabby and there was an inner pocket in it. And there was something rectangular, either a book, or a video cassette. However, in the flat he saw already a lot of the last. Every of them were in boxes and showed different names in color. In general, there were the detective films and horror. But this video cassette was for some reason in the unusual place. The old man decided to watch the video, if it would be necessary, rewrite the movie and return it in its place, to xerox all the papers and also return them. The faster - the better.
It was the night, but in the night as far as one knows, all the photocopy offices are closed. The old man Paul concentrated and appeared inside of an old and rickety wooden house. A girl fifteen years old Olesya slept soundly like everyone in the youth. The old man put the cassette on the table, then he concentrated again and appeared in Petropavlovsk-Kamchatsky. Two tramps in the wasteland watched him with surprised looks. Here the light time of the day already gained power. It was the morning peak hour. The old man had found the office quickly, but it opens only in fifteen minutes. He had to wait. In an hour all was done. The first strange client today turned out to be profitable. After receiving the copies of the papers, the old man returned to his house in the Krasnoyarsk region, put all the copies along the books and teleported into the same flat. It was dark, and it seemed especially dark after the sunny morning in Kamchatka. The old man decided to rest in the armchair and he slept during an hour. He slept with one eye open, and if some rustle took place, he would wake up and manage to get out at a high time. As well as he saw, not only the door, but the windows were on the alarm. But this alarm system was designed for malefactors who could come in through the door or the windows. Such a wonderful way, like the teleportation, wasn't foreseen.
Next chapter: http://la-flagellation.blogspot.ru/2017/11/the-teleportation-part-1-chapter-10.html
The original Russian text of the chapters from 7 to 9: http://www.proza.ru/2010/01/10/679
-Even if I don't cope during this short time, let Anatoly at a high time pays for the first and for the second group. I'll give the money.
That day the old man explained him for a long time the concentration technique, also the value of the ability to keep a thought with the object.
-Create in spirit an imagined world and do in it all what you want. Try to make it clearer and distinct, let events take place on it coherently, but not confusedly as in dreams. Practice to do it every time when you go to bed, don't miss. In order not the dreams occur with you, but you yourself would be their master, not a piece of wood, which would be rushing downstream of the river. And no transport, no electric trains and buses. It's not necessary to go by bus or by anything else, because everything is nearby, everything is close and available.
Already in the afternoon, before saying goodbye, Albert asked:
-If it's not a secret, have you decided now what to do?
-No, but my minor friend is trying to do it.
-???
-My subconscious.
As far as it's known, every "roof" has a chief. He directs the actions of his subordinates along the necessary direction, but the questions, where to direct, whom to attack, aren't solved by him, but by the superordinate persons.
In this world of the mafia, there is the power above everyone, this power is cruel, not always righteous. If someone even may take the initiative, then within a very limited framework. The old man already knew the surname of the author of the situation. To learn the first name and patronymic, it wasn't difficult, calling a few times, motivating his request by the fact, as if it would be an inconvenient thing to address to a powerful man by name, and it would be better to use the first name and patronymic. In the militia or in another special service the object didn't work in the given moment, so the address bureau wrote the address, which Albert so needed, without obstruction. The information, given in the window of the information office, led into the city, which was named in honor of the famous spacecraft designer, and the station what he had to get off the train, in spite of all the changes, it conservatively succeeded to have kept its name "Podlipki".
The old man already knew a lot of nooks and wastelands of this city and he has teleported into one of them. The house was found quickly, but the entrance was encoded. Paul wasn't embarrassed because of this, he waited when someone would come out, this was a woman with a child, came in the opened door which itself has closed slowly. His solid age helped not to provoke the suspicion from the bystanders. He was going to penetrate into the flat using the known way: to ring the doorbell and when the tenant opens the door, to hypnotize as if he is not here, and in the same instant to slip into the flat. He could not teleport into the flat, the atmosphere of which he still didn't see. He still didn't approach the door, but already on the other side of it sounded loud and wild canine barking. Judging by the low voice, the dog was big enough.
-All right, - thought Paul. It cannot be lucky all the way. Now I have to switch to the long and tedious surveillance.
Thinking so, he went upstairs, reached the staircase near the garret, concentrated, incorporating all the details of this silent corner, in order subsequently to imagine and in any needed instant to get here, omitting the entrance and curious looks. The perennial experience made him able to memorize needed interior quickly, and after a short meditation Paul immediately got into a wasteland and returned to the house on foot, selecting a comfortable place to observe.
In three hours from the same entrance a man who was balding, but not old, came out with a Rottweiler on a leash. The dog took up its canine business, sniffing the ground and sometimes looking around, and the man with all his views tried to show his importance and significance, but one doesn't know to whom. It was nobody around, apparently the habit took place. This swagger would make laugh an American, however, to the Slavs, he would provoke either the obedience or the servile admiration. The old man Paul knew well, in America you can see such grimaces rarely and if you see it, then the actors of them often are found natives from this soviet world, which were victims of the slave-owners in the past centuries and of the communists in the present century. Going along the street, such people like the black holes take under their influence the souls of passers-by, bringing confusion to their minds, only by a look they unbalance them, suppress the will and recharge themselves by the psychic energy. The victims are guilty in part too, because they believe in the importance of these "arrogant Aces". However, in England, he would be considered as a bumpkin, and his car "Mercedes" and not very large incomes by Western standards, would impress nobody.
Not without a risk to complicate the situation, the old man in an instant have teleported on the staircase near the garret, descended the stairs to the needed floor and rang the doorbell. The canine barking didn't sound. After a long keeping silent a simple woman, middle-aged, opened the door, most likely a housekeeper. Shrugging in perplexity, because of the fact than nobody was here, as it seemed to her, she closed the door, but that time the old man succeeded to slip into the flat. She went to the kitchen and the old man in the toilet, because if to appear suddenly, then it would better in it. It was difficult to switch himself from one to another. Now he observed the atmosphere inside the toilet, understanding that he will have to "climb over the space" only here and it's possible that more that once. Then he came out quietly into the corridor, also without sound he climbed into the cupboard in the wall, where the clothes hung. He hasn't to wait for a long time. Paul heard, the exit door opened.
-Start to pack things, Zina, we go by car to my wife in the dacha and at the same time I need to meet with the guys, but that's not for a long.
-I must report to my family.
-So, what is problem with? Here is the phone, call them.
-And during how much time I have to be there?
-Two days, not less. You will help us with housework, as usual... What is the matter? Or do I pay you less?
-The matter is in another thing. Someone rang the doorbell. I opened. Nobody was.
-Shuck! I walked with the dog in the courtyard. Into the entrance nobody entered, excepting normal people who returned from work. More likely, the minors frolicked again.
-But if... Who, killer? - the master burst out laughing. - Nobody would put on a cast. But he on the stairs would shoot me... or I him.
Suddenly the loud dog barking drowned out all the sounds.
The old man was ready for this, immediately he teleported in the wasteland and went to the station, had a snack, buying a hot dog and a glass of the coffee. It was a pleasant warm evening, the same as many years ago. The Earth still continued to live and to flower. The seasons still changed in the same manner. As well as in the youth he would like to travel very very far. But all was close. Either New-York, where was the daytime in full swing now, or Krasnoyarsk where it was past midnight, or the forests around Moscow, which he once climbed round and studied lengthwise and crosswise.
The old man crawled under the platform, in order nobody would see, and teleported into one forest of the Moscow region, which he liked. He pulled the matches out of his pocket. The campfire lighted up quickly. In the sky first stars appeared. The life continued to please. At the ninety-fifth time with him the nature of the temperate climate changed the white anger of the winter to the blue-green mercy and caress.
It was time to return. Paul put out the fire carefully, carrying some water in his palms from the creek a few times. Did he remember the interior of the toilet well? He rushed there. He has succeeded, but was in the darkness. He barked a few times just in case. It was no answer. He came out and came in the room. The view from the windows have dispelled all doubts. It was the same flat. He had a lot of time, but he had to act carefully, putting on its place everything what he examined, as it was before. The owner must suspect nothing and the dog all the same couldn't tell, why it had to so bark suddenly. The arrangement of the objects what the old man could not remember, he recorded on a separate list, using a cipher, which nobody knew except for himself. To get through all this documentation here in the same place, even to think about it would be useless. Ahead was a great work on information processing. Fortunately, he already wasn't a novice in this matter. He had to xerox everything urgently, then to put in its place and to study the photocopies. The windows overlooked the North, where at this time was a little lighter and it allowed to look about without switching on. Slowly, but right the old man examined all the furniture consistently in the three rooms, also in the kitchen and in the bathroom. He was interested only in the information. He had to learn as much as possible about this man, because the situation looked so, as if the whole initiative came from him. Even the old man stood up on the window sill, and using a screwdriver, he unscrewed the ends of the tubular crossbeam. On the crossbeam hung the curtain with rings, which the owner didn't close. He shone with a flashlight into the tube - emptiness. Among the books, inside one of them, he found a hiding place and there a fat bundle of banknotes of one hundred dollars was hidden. He put it back. It will not go anywhere. This is not all. He has a dacha else.
It seemed that the work was done. Only the cupboard in the wall remained. Groping the clothes, he found something solid. That's strange. There was a home bathrobe, it seemed old and shabby and there was an inner pocket in it. And there was something rectangular, either a book, or a video cassette. However, in the flat he saw already a lot of the last. Every of them were in boxes and showed different names in color. In general, there were the detective films and horror. But this video cassette was for some reason in the unusual place. The old man decided to watch the video, if it would be necessary, rewrite the movie and return it in its place, to xerox all the papers and also return them. The faster - the better.
It was the night, but in the night as far as one knows, all the photocopy offices are closed. The old man Paul concentrated and appeared inside of an old and rickety wooden house. A girl fifteen years old Olesya slept soundly like everyone in the youth. The old man put the cassette on the table, then he concentrated again and appeared in Petropavlovsk-Kamchatsky. Two tramps in the wasteland watched him with surprised looks. Here the light time of the day already gained power. It was the morning peak hour. The old man had found the office quickly, but it opens only in fifteen minutes. He had to wait. In an hour all was done. The first strange client today turned out to be profitable. After receiving the copies of the papers, the old man returned to his house in the Krasnoyarsk region, put all the copies along the books and teleported into the same flat. It was dark, and it seemed especially dark after the sunny morning in Kamchatka. The old man decided to rest in the armchair and he slept during an hour. He slept with one eye open, and if some rustle took place, he would wake up and manage to get out at a high time. As well as he saw, not only the door, but the windows were on the alarm. But this alarm system was designed for malefactors who could come in through the door or the windows. Such a wonderful way, like the teleportation, wasn't foreseen.
Next chapter: http://la-flagellation.blogspot.ru/2017/11/the-teleportation-part-1-chapter-10.html
The original Russian text of the chapters from 7 to 9: http://www.proza.ru/2010/01/10/679
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