The teleportation. Part 1. Chapter 21. A tail.

          -You have come, my lover! I was waiting for you. Let's this evening be ours. How long you may be at my home?
          -About two hours, hardly three ones.
          -That's less, but never mind. You are here not at last time. Do you see. I didn't deceive you. No neighbors, no scandals. I'm nor a stupid touch-me-not. Do you want I would become for you a girl, daring, mischievous and accessible one?
           The last words, pronounced at the moment of the increasing excitation even already without them, led his passionate obsession till the maximum possible one. Only owing to his decision to extend the pleasure, he didn't leap on Lena as a tiger on its prey, but sat down on the sofa and ordered:
          -Come here, lassie!
          Lena obeying came up. Albert started feeling under her skirt and to fumble on the most private places. Lena shut her eyes and was breathing hard. There weren't panties or swimsuit under the skirt. It was seen that she has prepared for the date. She really allowed him everything, confirming her words about her accessibility, in fact.
            Suddenly she smiled, finger-wagging playfully, she said:
          -What an imp you are! You came in, being dressed in the same pajamas, but deny that you were at my home last time, pretending as if you don't know what I talk about. That was you, only you, without any doubts. Before I didn't doubt too.
          -If that's the case, what a pity! - he didn't say, but had sung, joking, these Herman's words from the final scene of the "Queen of Spades".
          -Do you know, Alik, with this thing one can receive much more pleasure, however, the most of people have got no idea, their fantasy is weakly developed, even if something occurs to them, it stays only a fantasy. However, being with me, you may do everything you want. I'm your debtor, so I will allow everything and stand for this without taking offence.
          Saying this, she started to undress and in a minute she was standing naked in front of him.
          Albert remembered Sveta. He took a cigarette out of the pocket and began to smoke. Without looking away from the red-haired naked girl, who was standing in front of him, he pronounced:
          -I want to extinguish the cigarette on your bum.  
          Lena turned pale, but said:
          -I have no right to refuse you, - saying this, she opened the door of the cupboard and took a clean white rag. - Make a gag and gag my mouth, because maybe I will cannot stand and begin to shout.
          Her hand with the rag extended to him noticeably trembled. Albert understood that she is not a masochist, but only wants to be liked.
          -I changed my mind. I don't like to cause pain to girls.
          -Do you test me?
          -Masturbate in front of me till you will cum at the first time.
          Lena threw the gag and started to do it with her fingers in her crotch. Soon she moaned voluptuously, bending and holding her head back.
          -Tell me, what a way do you want? - Finally, she pronounced. I want you would be happy with me, and I agree with everything, you know.
          Suddenly, Albert remembered the words excited him and repeated them to her:  
          -Be daring, mischievous and accessible with me.
          She was not at a lost, came up to him, grabbed his object of the passion, perched above it and started to bounce over it.
          -Aren't I  daring? Aren't I mischievous? Aren't I an accessible one? - repeated she during the shortness of breath. Ah!
          They both froze for a while in the only pose, and it seemed to them both as if they've broken into another dimension. The earthy world transformed into a paradise.
          Albert has been at her home less than three hours, but he succeeded to screw with her three times. Lena turned out the only and beautiful one in her own manner. 
          -I'd like to ask you one favor, - he said shortly before the last coming out. During this date he succeeded unnoticeable and secretly "to fly" home five times. - I'd like that Nadya would live in your home a few days. So, I would be calmer. Some day I'll tell you, why I need it.
          He was astonished, noticing, she likes this proposal.
          -You may arrive even tomorrow.
          -Well. She will arrive tomorrow. I'm going only to accompany her.
          This night his wife noted in mind again that it was more pleasant than usual with husband. He couldn't finish long, but even she liked it. And he himself was again more joyful and happy than usual. So she was astonished when Albert told her that killing of Tolik may be connected with them to an extent that it is dangerous her to continue being at home.
          -Will Lena let into the apartment? I didn't ask her about this. I hadn't thought that we may be connected with such a matter.
          Instead an answer, Albert stood up and dialled a number. It was about three o'clock in the morning, so, before Lena came to the phone, there were about ten long beeps in the handset.
          -Excuse me that at night. That's Alik is saying. Do you remember, yesterday I met you when I walked from a shop and you went from our home to the railway station? Also, I told you, it couldn't hurt to live a few days in your home and you agreed. Say this her, because she doubts. I put her on the phone now, - saying this, Albert gave the phone to his wife. The girlfriends talked a little about this and that.
          -Well, Lena, we have agreed. Tomorrow at eleven o'clock we will arrive. Good-bye. 
          Albert was troubled, she didn't hint or talk too much about his visit to her. However, after this telephone conversation she didn't show any sign of the jealousy or suspicion. Instead of this there was a feeling of anxiety for Albert staying at home, and nothing he could do to explain her that with regard to him all this is, at least, one hundred times safer. To tell her about the teleportation would be inadmissible.
          They set the alarm clock for eight, got up at the high time and had breakfast. Albert decided to accompany his wife till Lena's apartment. At nine in the morning they started to leave, but as soon as they came out of the entrance, two men in plainclothes blocked their way and there was seemed something "police" in whole their appearance. Albert was walking ahead not to expose Nadya under a possible fire. In front of him were not only these two men who politely but insistently have demanded to produce the identity document. A little further there was flashing a lot of men, about ten ones, in the spotted camouflage uniforms and black masks. Three types  in black leather jackets were laid out on the pavement, their hands were clasped behind their backs, and just at this moment they were becoming handcuffed. From above the machine guns were aimed at these lying guys, likely for security reasons. Yet a little further as if the "Black Maria" was standing. Albert, at first being sure that it is OMON (a special police), even he have not payed attention what is written on the red certificates of the people in plain clothes. They understood it. Observing, what was occurring in the yard, Albert didn't notice that just opening the first page of the passport, the detective stared at him, examining him whole with a great curiosity like an interesting object for their institution, suddenly becoming seen by them. And there was in this look something predatory and nasty at the same time. Also Albert didn't notice that the second detective gently pushed the first one who was looking the document in his back. And only after this he turned his look at the document, then close it and returned it back to the owner, saying dryly: "Excuse". Albert wasn't such a scatterbrain, but now with a great astonishment, he has seen what he didn't see in the first instants: it was written "Bread" on the lorry, which seemed him before a "Black Maria". To see from outside, this mode of transport didn't so much differ from an usual bread van. Being  detained and searched for weapons in a reliable manner, the types were loaded into this van at gunpoint. It was a morning of Sunday and there was a bit of the onlookers. They weren't allowed to come up close.
          -Pass, don't stop, citizens. This isn't not a movie to watch, but an usual detention the criminals! - Albert and Nadezhda heard the said them words. - Nothing interesting.
          They went. The Sunday and a bit of people benefited them. Firstly, waving with their hand, they stopped a private car, then in Moscow they stopped a taxi. It was easy to ascertain, thanks to still comparatively deserted streets, that no one follows them.
          At the same time, the bread van we know already, rushed along Moscow, approaching to the center. Yet didn't pass a half hour, the detained ones, being led by convoy, walked from the van to the massive doors and already ascertained that they were brought to the Loubyanka (A street, which the KGB is situated on - author's note).
          Having led them into the building and quickly exchanging with a few words with the guards, they led them along intricate corridors and finally literally pushed them into a room with a very astonishing inscription on the door for their situation: "cinema room". "OMON" stayed outside and two men in plain clothes who accompanied them, came in following them and proposed to sit down on the bench.
          -Now, boys, we are going to show you a very interesting film and you will watch it. We suggest you, don't be silly, however, it is only just in case. We think, you aren't stupid to such an extent. 
          The detained saw well-known street in Mytishchi on the screen. But as soon as they saw their recent victim, a man walking in this street, still alive and unharmed, every of these three has paled, and it was because of what. When they saw themselves approaching to the victim from three sides with the pistols in their hands, their knees started to falter and their hands started to tremble. They tried to hide their fear, but one of them, nevertheless, being not able to cover his face with his hands because of the handcuffs, bent over face down and closed his eyes.
          One of the men in plain clothes pressed a button and a scene from the movie was captured, in which their victim, Tolik, already being bloody lay on the pavement. The power brokers of these murderers were not without humor.
          -Now, boys, tell us, what seeing the NAME of the thing just you've seen on the screen? - asked one of the detectives, doing an accent on the word "name". Come on! More courageous! What cool you are on the screen! But here you look, as if have hidden your tongue into the bum. Say, otherwise we will be offended, but in your situation, it would be very unfavourable if we take offense. Here you, who almost have climbed down under the bench, what is the NAME of the thing, just you saw on the screen? Answer, stop beating around the bush!
          -That's... killing, - this type who was asked, pronounced with the faintest intonation, taking sitting position again but continuing to look into the floor.
          -That's right! Killing! - the detective confirmed with a joy in his voice. He looked, as if he was a teacher in school who was explaining a new interesting subject, asked a question about it and had received a right answer for better. - Well, boys, for killing you may be imprisoned. And you will not succeed to get yourself out of if we are those who insists on your condemnation. In which year you will be released, you may calculate. However, believe me, the most lucky of you will be released not earlier than in eight years. But if we take into account further...
          -Excuse me, - interrupted one of them who turned out a little more courageous, - But why the KGB? This matter is for the criminal police.
          -Firstly, not KGB, but FSB. Secondly, I was going to tell about this, but you have interrupted me. However, let's look the movie further, - the speaking one let go the "pause. The victim, being smitten by a lot of bullets, was present on the screen a bit of seconds else, and the image disappeared.
          -And now the second episode, just we got it, - saying this, he has replaced a film in the projector.
          The "second series" of the movie was with audio description. Three detained appeared on the screen again. They were conspiring, allocating roles and arguing, however, not long, then a scene of the detaining them followed. Then the door of the entrance has opened, a man is coming out who at once has approached and blocked the view. A beautiful woman looks at the cinema room from behind him. His passport begins to be examined, it seems, he is looking up just into the cinema room. The "pause" was pressed again.
          -Eating and scratching wants but a beginning, doesn't it? One murder is small, you wanted more, didn't you? But this time you failed. Do you want out?
          Keeping silent.
          -Do you want out. It seems, it is you, whom I am asking.
          -Is this possible? - asked one of them.
          -Including, it's possible, we will bring everyone of you to the cops in the police station of the Moscow region, not in Mytishchi. You will be imprisoned at first in the cell, then brought to the Butyrka prison. Maybe there is a hope, but you must be very, very frank with us. Why did you kill the first victim?
          -Our protector, we lived better under whose authority, he was killed because of him. I guess, the details are not interesting you.
          -Then why were you going to kill the second one?
          -They both are in the same deal. The first of them collected some dirt on him and brought to the second one. The second of them had brought it to somewhere else. 
          -Where?! - Now both detectives approached and stared in turn in eyes at everyone of them. Being untrained it was difficult them to stand these looks, and they were turning away. Finally, one of them has twigged:
          -We'll find out. If you need, we will find out. I'm sure, you will not make us to rat on ours, because our dudes cannot be your clients. But these gudgeons aren't ours. To rat on such dudes is not shameful. If you need, we are ready to help you, however, how we would do it in the Butyrka prison?
          -Do you know, why your victim had died?
          -The Ambulance was late. He had bled to death.
          -Not this.
          -Whether we have killed?
          -I don't doubt in it, but that's not the main point.
          -Being drunk, he talked too much while he drank with his "roof".
          -Do you understand, if we let you go... but you will get drunk and too much talk in the pleasure? This matter is much more grave than you think.
          -We can help you...
          -Thank you. One time you almost "have helped" us. You aren't pros and you are mistaken if you think as if we going to make you informants. Maybe you would be useful for the cops. You still haven't understood, why you are here. We know the first your victim, he was the first chain link. The second one you can see on the screen now, but further even we don't know. And this second chain link you almost liquidated, you almost have messed things up. Do you think, as if we need to deal with you? To jail you, to perform cops' work, do we need this?
          -They have understood everything, - interrupted the second detective.
          -This is, - continued the first one, - our object, he is under our surveillance. But you have interfered with your gang hit. Why we need him, we aren't going to report you. Also, we don't need your help, we can handle it.
          -We didn't know... Is it possible, we would interfere if we knew?
          -You will prevent us very much even if from afar you observe him, even don't dare even to think about him! You have killed one and aren't you satisfied? But here you have to make an exception. We have you on the hook now. In which case, we can bring you to the cops with an information, what kind of "good"boys you are.
          -So, do you let us go?
          -Yes, but don't hurry to be glad. Soon you will be jailed for a long.
          -Why? Do you let us go only for a while?
          -Because even if one of you get drunk and talks too much, you will be jailed all three.
          -No, we never gonna talk. Let die who just opens his mouth. We ourselves will, - saying, he almost said "kill", but stopped at the high time. - We aren't such gossips. Among us one may lose his head, talking too much. We got used already and we are able something.
          -Is it possible, anyone besides you would approach to our object with a knife, with a pistol, with anything in his hand, - a detective asked who was a little older.
          -No, except us this string doesn't lead anywhere. Maybe only the first chain link.
          -Does it through that dude you killed?
          Instead an answer, the bandit only nodded, keeping silent.
          -You are responsible for the safety of the object. We don't joke.
          -However, if someone from a high chain link attacks him, a type who is unknown, neither you, nor us, what would be going to happen?
          -We will distinguish this at once. You aren't responsible for that side. But you are responsible for everyone, with whom your "friend", dead now, drank and much talked. Do you know all of them?
          -Yes. And interlopers don't need your object.
          -I don't say about interlopers. You well understand, it concerns the stooges of the so called, Colonel, now dead.
          -I know all of them. No one would do, except us. Do you see, how frank, we are? If someone decides to attack this gudgeon, we will be informed immediately, and we will can to some kind of agreement with him.
          -We hope, otherwise we wouldn't let you go, - saying this, a man in plain clothes took a black bag from a small cupboard, then he looked out the door and called two guards who were dressed in the same camouflage uniform without any identification marks.
          -Take off their handcuffs, and you determine your things, where's whose.
          -They have returned even the pistols! -  Gladly, but in whisper one of them reported to the accomplices.
          -We nothing took away from you and haven't detained. Forget it, - older detective talked, sarcastically smiling. -In order not to be jailed for a very long time, that's simple, you have to behave very well, I hope, you know how. If you haven't understood, well, your career will be over. Accompany them till the exit, please, otherwise they would get lost.
          -Good bye! Thank you!
          -Not at all. You have better - farewell, - then he added quietly after them, - we have better too.
          At the same time, Albert with his wife, riding by taxi through still a not built-up part of the city, He asked the driver to stop the car in the open area where the road was seen far and the cars passed not often. This part of the nature still was not touched, but surrounded from all the sides by the huge city, it waited for enforcement of a sentence of the planners: to be obliterated from the face of the earth, to be covered with the asphalt, to be penetrated by the underground communications, to be pockmarked by the foundations of the multi-storey boxes. But now it stayed similar to an oasis in the desert, that is why these boring fields, in spite of the fact that they were of such a sort, they were visually pleasing against the backdrop of a multimillion human anthill and gave possibility, at least, to be alone and get a little rest for the soul.
          Yet Nadya began to grumble because of the fact that they are going, but still cannot arrive.
          -I brought you here not to get rest, understand this. For the resting there is a lot of more appropriate areas. I just want to reduce the probability that a tail would follow us, and reduce it till a limit. Till a possible limit, do you understand? - Albert was justifying himself and in spite of the discontentment, expressed by the wife, he waited a little more than an hour, as he planned before. After this he has caught a car going in the opposite direction, however, for good fee the driver agreed to go back and deliver them just to the entrance. Nadezhda wondered that he so evading the tail, but at the same time he is going to visit them often here.
          Lena opened the door for them immediately. Her behavior towards Albert did not differ in any way from the usual one. He understood, in all probability she will not talk too much, and he didn't mistake. All of them sat at the table about forty minutes. Being informed guests' manners, Lena prepared some strong tea for them. Finally, Albert promised to arrive tomorrow in the evening, also he said that now he is going to go by metro and go to the station walking, for a stroll. Turning a corner into a yard, he came into the first entrance, he found, looked around to be sure no one sees, and teleported just at home.
          Enough quickly he noticed an unfinished cup of tea under the table. He touched it. The tea still didn't cool down. A joyful thought flashed in his mind. Almost instantly he grabbed the third volume of the "Tantra" and opened the page 343. A chit was tucked there: 

                    "You are exposed. A tail follows you. Let's meet in New-York in October 2... at 18 o'clock Moscow time, that's 10 o'clock New-York one, on the Broadway and N-avenue corner. If you couldn't at this time, wait for the next message. A map of New-York is tucked into the book "Aerodynamics". Eliminate this chit immediately. Your friend, safe and sound. You must guess..." 

          2... October was today. It was noon. He had 6 hours until the meeting. No plane would overtake him. Albert burned the chit above the gas stove. He threw the charred rest into the sewer, drowned it and washed his hands. In six hours he will see the friend he considered perished.
                                       (The end of the first part).

To the part 2: http://la-flagellation.blogspot.ru/2018/01/chapter-1-restless-news-part-2.html?zx=aebde5a5b47c4167

To the beginning of the novel: http://la-flagellation.blogspot.ru/2017/09/the-teleportation-part-1-chapter-1-metro.html

The original Russian text of the chapter 21: http://www.proza.ru/2010/02/01/330

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The teleportation. Part 1. Chapter 20. A bolt from the blue.

          The sun was coming out from the constellation of Libra and some of these days was going to enter into the constellation of Scorpio. The October is as if divided into two parts and at this time the summer part of the month is ending and the winter one is beginning. In these days, if go on a camping trip, one may come out in summer and return already in winter. The trees become deprived their beautiful farewell costume and just at the point the first snow is expected. Now it darkens early and the criminal curve is sharply increasing. In one of sunny, but a cold and damp evening Albert was returning from a shop with a small quantity of foods. Thank God, now in the shops already all was selling, also, he had money.
          As usual lately he was walking, being glad, to say more exact, he reproached himself a little, because he was in America very many times, but now in New-York if even it is warmer than in Moscow, but not much. Now he would like to teleport into the Mediterranean resorts, but in his imagination there weren't any even the European landscapes neither in the North, nor in the South, also, he had not any idea about Ceylon, Congo or the Latin American tropics. But it would be very good, where the time difference is small, to teleport there and to spend the night in the bosom of nature there. He knew, Europe is densely populated, and if one is going to spend the night on the nature, he has to inform someone who runs that place, but he even can do without these formalities. If someone turns up a vigilant and pernickety, he is able to disappear just in front of him. That person even wouldn't report to the police, because  he will not want to be known as a madman. And by the way, such sleepovers would be considered by his wife as more suspect than his "meditations" in the bath, which are quite far from the chastity. However, in the summer she considered his camping trips alone quite tolerantly and sometimes even she joined to him.
          He walked with these thoughts. The sun was becoming more red on the horizon. And there a girl was standing in front, he would like to name her for some reason "a Girl of autumn". She had a haircut exactly like Lena had, and the same reddish-gold color of her hair, which successfully adorned the general picture of his field of view, while the sun set, it adding this autumn color, which was already in short supply among the bare and lonely trunks of the trees and shrubs. Nostalgic notes have started to sound in his soul because of the same girlfriend, one of the four, he failed to achieve. However... whether is this a dream? She had stepped to him. She explicitly was looking at him. My God! That's is Lena.
          -Wait, Alik, - he didn't know that she is able so greedy to look at someone, he did not expect that she is able so insistently to block his way. - May I hug you?
          Saying this, she moved from words to action without waiting for a permit.
          -You may if you want it, - answered Albert, attempting to pretend to be pleasantly surprised. But what has occurred to you?
          -Forgive me! I was wrong. I can kneel in front of you, do you want? Last time I didn't expect your visit. I couldn't understand at once that you are my love, my destiny! Only to the subsequently I came to my senses, but it was late. You continue to disregard me. Are you offended very much?
          -I like you. I don't reject you. But I cannot understand, what do you mean? When was you wrong towards me? What should I forgive you for?
          -Don't pretend. I had banished you. I called a neighbor and his brother who is a cop on you. Now I want to clean my conscience, to merit your love. Call me into any remote place, including the forest, and I'll follow you. I love you, but I didn't realise this at first. You are entitled even to kill me for this thing that took place, and I'll not resist, because the life without you is not a life, and I have a feeling. So I have better to die because of your hand. I'm ready to receive everything...
          -But I'm not going to kill you and I don't understand what are you saying about. Evidently, you got tired and confuse a dream with the reality.
          -Let it would be so, however, even if I saw such a dream, it means what vile I am, because I not only rejected you, but also I called the people against you who were able to beat up and imprison you without any guilt. This means, in my dream I thought so. But do you love me, at least, a little? You said that you like me, you don't reject me, is this right?
          -Yes, that's right, but I want to do nothing here. There wouldn't be a sin in our love if everything takes place without negative consequences. Nobody must quarrel because of this, let alone fight, jealousy and divorce - this is the only my condition. But in this area Nadya can be informed. I hope, you don't want your friend would be worried, do you? While she still doesn't know, she will not feel worse, but better because of my adulteries. And I love everyone of you, - he let slip at the end of the explanation. Lena only has taken an amazed look at him, but immediate Albert stacked their lips in a kiss, by the free hand without the bag he moved down along her spine, through her light coat until the coccyx, hugged her and pressed her to him.
          -I could arrive to you now, but what if you change your mind during the way home?
          -I will never change my mind and it is really convenient to date each other at my home.
          -However, how have you appeared in my district? Where do you go now, either to my home or from it?
          -Just now I saw your wife.
          -But I came out recently. Do you traveled this distance only to talk during a few minutes?
          -That's you who I need, but I visited her to have pretext to appear in your district. Also, I saw Sveta in her home. She has a trouble, Tolik is dead, he was killed.
          -When?
          -Yesterday. Just in the street, they shot him with their gun and slipped away. Nadya will tell you the details. What are you thinking? We have nothing to do with this. We will extend these condolences to Sveta, being sad together a little, according  to custom... -
          -Yes, - pronounced Albert thinking, - nothing to do with... He has understood this is revenge from some underling. The important ones were killed by the avengers from Ichkeria.
          -Wake up finally! What! Is this "I've gone into myself, I'll not return soon"? - Saying this, Lena almost hung on him and stacked their lips in a kiss. This made him forget the danger for a while. The love prevailed.
          -Are you going to go home now? - he asked. - If you love me so in fact, I'll arrive to you in about three hours.
          -I'll never deny. Even, I'm ready not to go work tomorrow. All the same they pay me badly.
          -No one needs these sacrifices, - Albert answered, thinking: "She begins to behold the truth. Who has helped her? Who? How does it occur that she has become so desirable, such a close one? Now she is another at all".
          The more he stood together with her, the less he suspected that she pretends, and if she pretends, it will be clear this evening. Such a vile prank will be never forgiven by him, but a knowledge suggested him she is going to give herself to him at all, in full.
          -No one needs these sacrifices, - he repeated. - I like you since long ago and I will not kill you or do so that you would lose the job because of me. Just I will come into your home in three hours and I want you would be obedient, you would give me yourself, because I like you. When you were standing, waiting for me, then I thought: "What is the "Girl of autumn" is there?" You so beautifully fitted in the autumn landscape at the sunset! In spite of the fact I'm not an artist, but it was amazing! I'll arrive to you, but if you delude, I'll hate you all my life.
          She smiled, hearing these compliments. A little naughty sparks appeared in her eyes.
          -I wait for you. Come. I have to run to the electric train.
          She pecked him on the lips and started to run away, one time she turned back, shouted "I'm waiting!" and continued running away. Soon the noise of the braking train was sounding. Likely, she reached in time.
          While coming at home, near the door Nadya told him the new he knew already. The first thought was that she is not worse than Lena at all, and he understood, if the last one was his wife, he would run to Nadya and the other friendesses also gladly. Every of them was beautiful in the own manner. They didn't rival, but excellent complemented one another, and a love connection only with one of them, excepting the others at all, this would significantly impoverish the existence. Only being with all of them, he was really able to cognize the universal Beauty and Love.
          Just a minute still didn't pass, Albert had to change the subject of thinking under the pressure of inexorable reality the wife told him. Tolik was shot insolently, in broad daylight on a street of the Mytishchi city, which is not the busiest street, but also far from the deserted one. The testimonies were quite scarce for the formal investigation. No one wanted to be connected with another dirty gang hit. Nevertheless, the rumors spread throughout the city and a little beyond its limits, enough minutely, but maybe exaggeratedly they described what was happening.
          As if Tolik, as usual lately, he has come into his office in a bad hangover. Before, in such cases he sent his subordinates to buy the beer. But as was told, this day in the office it seemed him it was stuffy and he decided to walk himself, in the same time to breathe fresh air, this would relieve a hangover.
          Just he had passed only one block, suddenly three types appeared out of nowhere. They were in leather jackets, which were looking in the same manner, under these jackets there were discreet sweaters, which covered lower parts of their faces in the same manner, all of them were with short cut hairs and exuding equally evil views, because of which they even more scared the eyewitnesses, with the pistols TT in their hands, approaching to the taken aback and bewildered hapless businessman, they opened a sporadic fire. There was neither a weapon left at the crime scene, nor a control shot in his head. In general, the shooters turned up to be bad, because with so many bullets, none shot was fatal and the victim died because of the huge blood loss and the ambulance not arrived at a high time. If this doesn't relate to Albert, he could do at all without thinking about this. But what if it relates? Certainly, this is a revenge committed by unskillful scumbags, which lost their warm place under the scoundrel Colonel's wing. There was a lot of them in that movie on the cassette, where they were standing near the fence of a factory. After death of the chief, everyone of them walked by his own way. Others, who stayed alive after those gang hits, they turned up more fortunate or less vindictive.
          But how could they know? Even if old Paul was alive, even if he turned out an evil genius, pretending to be an angel, all the same, at his own initiative, he wouldn't betray by a very simple reason, because his actions were consecutive and logically explicable. He wouldn't destroy a person, whom he taught so hard, because with Albert he would bury the teleportation. The version of tortures is excluded completely, because he was able to teleport to any place from any torture armchair. Who possesses such abilities, one can only suddenly shoot him from a short distance. There was only one unlikely version remained, this is taking Olesya as hostage, but after thinking a little, Albert excluded it too, because it would be a miracle. To guess that the old man has so dear girlfriend and to clarify her distant coordinates, such a task would be accomplished only by a famous clairvoyant like Vanga or Messing. In addition, Albert knew, from Paul's point, he and Olesya were considered as equally dears and there could be no question about any exchange. And finally, in what way they would find old Paul before than Albert himself? Only three persons knew about the data transfer: he, Paul and Tolik. The last, as Sveta told him, he drank with bandits of his "roof", however, this is a few persons. He drank with them and chatted too much. Clearly! The idiot had chatted for his own death. However, if it is so, he got in trouble not only himself, but Albert too. Consequently, they know that Tolik transferred him the data and that Albert himself transferred this data into unattainable for them "obscurity". Then the chechen avengers came from this "obscurity" and had messed things up for them and disappeared after this, blending into the mountains, where, it's possible, even the KGB or CIA couldn't find them.
          Therefore, I am the last chain link, which is attainable for them, but they know nothing about the teleportation and are bad shooters, they would have time only to wound. If they had a sniper rifle at their disposal, then Tolik would be killed by it. But all the same, at least, within a radius of seventy feet from himself, he must not allow any white spots, no obscurity. It would be good to figure out their persons, addresses, also to steal their weapons. He must safeguard Nadya, she must be reliably insured against an attack or kidnapping, he must do it during a few days, even a few hours. To some extent, the criminal modus operandi consoled him. It's seen from everything, they would prefer not to complicate the operation, and to look from their point, it would be much easier to empty a clip into him just in the street than to penetrate in the apartment, to fiddle with the relatives, to take hostages and something like that. However, he must insure in any case. If his close people are affected, unlikely he could forgive himself someday. It would be especially dangerous for them if an attempt to shoot down Albert in the street is failed. Yet there was no such an attempt. He promised to Lena to arrive in three hours. Forty minutes passed already. She awakened such feelings in him! He wouldn't like to miss, and if he deceives her, it wouldn't be good. Suddenly he had a eureka moment: just he can every five minutes come out of the bathroom and ask whether is all right.
          At the appointed time Albert appeared on the stairs of already fourth beloved in a row. Here in Moscow, where he turned out, having jumped over the twenty miles distance at once, he felt himself in the full security. No one will shoot him and those neighbors aren't more dangerous than a viper, which would be crawling and hissing in a distance twenty feet from him. Really no one shot him and no harmful neighbors were looming. But he didn't notice two pairs of eyes were observing his "appearing from nothing" from the upper floor. The owners of these curious eyes didn't show any emotions, but behaved soberly and prudently, like experienced scientists in a laboratory. Albert rang the doorbell. Joyful Lena opened the door. The "eyes" weren't against.

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The teleportation. Part 1. Chapter 19. Mistaken for a lookalike.

          Valya hasn't missed out to put the keys into her pocket and to close the exit door behind herself. She went upstairs till the second floor, then till the staircase near the garret. The garret was locked. How did he succeed to slip out so unnoticeably? She opened the exit door on the first floor with the key, examined every corner in her apartment and after this headed to the phone. There were a few unsuccessful attempts, still she succeeded to dial the Moscow number.
          -Hello, Nadya. Is it you?
          -Yes, I'm.
          -Just I've seen a strange thing. Some man passed under my window, he is similar to your Albert very much. I was going to hail him, but I scrupled.
          -Now he is going to come out of the bathroom. He lay there silent and meditated. Even kind of creeps me out, as if he didn't breath, but I didn't want to disturb... Here is he, let me put him on.
          -Hallo, Valya. Is it you? How are you?
          Valya nearly dropped the handset from her hand. But she quickly regained her composure and succeeded to pronounce in a cheerful voice:
          -Everything is clear, now I'm sure that's you. The point is that under my window a type passed and he was similar to you very much. I thought already, whether you've arrived to us.
          -Sometimes there are similar persons, including the doubles.
          -However, have you such familiars?
          -I cannot remember. Why are you so interested?
          -Because he was similar to you very much. He was not alone, but walking with known local scumbags. I know all of them. Two of them were released out of a prison camp recently. What if they do something bad, and after this you will be blamed? - Valya lied.
          -And now are you convinced? I've the alibi, - Albert laughed, saying to himself: "Wow, how she lies! I've given her a puzzle with two unknowns!"
          -Don't worry. I'm at home. Now I'm giving the phone to Nadya. Good talking.
          Valya switched the conversation to a neutral subject and the girlfriends chatted on the phone about ten minutes else. Closer to the end of talking a feeling of horror embraced one of them.
          She didn't believe in the miracles. It means... Oh God! She doesn't know who she has given herself to! It was no Albert! It would be not so bad if he is an usual rogue. But this type pretended as if he would be Albert and did it so skillfully and even he avowed the imposture, but this fact only made her more sure in the monstrous lie. Who was it?!
          Also, superstitious ideas were added to her fear that he was almost a devil. In spite of the logic, such thoughts invaded and increased the fears.
          "But, Lord, who is this?!" Valya remembered with horror that "Albert the Second" knows perfectly well real Albert, knows his wife, knows they both are together at home and even knows that Albert is being in the bath now. Therefore, Albert knows him too. He hides something. There is some secret. Likely, both spouses know this secret, but maybe he alone knows. But they will not tell. Regarding Sveta, this romancer and dreamer girl who is obsessed with herself, with her lover and with the love, she is blind to things, which are occurring in front of her face. The superstitious fear started to transform into an extreme degree of thrilling. This was just a state of being possessed. She had to call in Moscow again, but there it is.
          Irritated, she again was dialling Moscow number through the "8", after which there was always "busy". Finally, a long beep has sounded and the phone was picked up at once on the other end of the call.
          -Valya, is it you? - the sleepy voice of Lena has sounded.
          -Lena, how have you succeeded to guess?
          -The call sounded like a long-distance one. Except you, there is no one.
          -Listen, Lena. Do you know, whether Albert has a twin brother, who is very similar to him?
          A very long silence was being on the other end of the call.
          -Lena! Are you hearing me?
          -I'm sorry, a neighbour has distracted me with the doorbell. All the way they keep interrupting me with their nonsenses. So, what do you ask about?
          -Has Albert a double, who is similar to him very much? Maybe his twin brother? Even the voice is similar!
          -I know nothing. If I know, I would tell you. But what is the matter?
          -That's right, just a dude passed under the window and he was very similar to him.
          -A dude? Passed under your windows? He is very similar to Nadya's Alik, wasn't he?.. That's interesting... Listen me. Recently I got a gift, a bottle of a very good wine, I wouldn't like to drink it alone, If we drink it four together, it would be a little bit. Come to me tomorrow, to sit, to talk, you didn't visit me long. I'm off tomorrow. For you, it's all the same when to ride. Already you forgot how to work.
          -I work mentally.
          -I know well, how mentally, - finally Lena laughed. - Not to say by phone. Whether do you take offence?
          -No, you are in the loop. Even, I'm a little happy. At least, I can say it to myself candidly. But can you say to yourself the same thing in the same manner?
          On the other end of the call the silence began again. The tears rolled from Lena's eyes and a sobbing, coming from inside and trying to splash out, prevented her to speak. Through the phone this couldn't be seen.
          -Do you know, - finally she answered, feigning a deep pensiveness, - it didn't occur me before. But now I've taken a look at myself and seen there either a fear or misgivings.
          -You have better to be less at home alone in the days off. Well. Tomorrow I'll arrive to you.
          -Arrive, I wait. Only without lie.
          -Did I deceive you ever?
          -No, but what about your last boyfriend? What if he comes?
          -He will not come. Yesterday, he left for Turkey, to buy a merchandise. Such a deal one don't during one day.
          -Then I'll be glad to see you. Bye.
          -Bye.
          In three days the imaginary "Albert's double" appeared again in the Valya's apartment. Suddenly she saw him standing in the hallway and smiling when she passed from the kitchen into the room.
          -Ah, you have scarred me! How have you come in? However, what is the devil you are?
          -I'm not Albert. Last time I confessed you in it. If you suspect me like a devilry, you may commit any Christian rite in my presence. I will only welcome it and I am even ready to participate in it. You may make the sign of the cross above me, give me to drink the holy water, set icons around me...
          -You are a deceiver, here who are you. Why don't you confess, what means all this? Are you his brother? Are you twins?
          -Let it go so.
          -What does your "let it go so" means? I must know the truth. You had used me, but what a right you had?
          -The full right, as I see now. Because you enjoyed with me. You wished this to such a point that you did against your friendesse. Now you may joy. You may be happy without provoking the someone's jealousy.
          -He made me happy! What a benefactor is found, I don't think. What if I call for help? Is it that you want to rape me? One time you had used me without any right and are going to do again.
          -Call! I will go away without a trace and you will bring shame on yourself, because it would be the same thing as to shout "Fire!" while there is not any fire. Why do you fool? However, you are not the same like the inhabitants of this settlement. You have to obey me!
          Saying this, he violently grabbed her wrist with his both hands and twisted, then put her hand behind her back. She bent over. He started to lift her dress and take off her panties. Valya tried to resist, but he said threatening:
          -Now you will gnaw the floor, - and he put her hand so high, she gave a squeak.  
          -Let me free, I agree.
          -However, don't dare to fool, otherwise you will be sorry.
          She started to take off all her clothes, saying:
          -What can I do, male dog? Can I match for you?
          -To be a male dog is better than an impotent or a drunkard. Kneel, pretty! You are so Beautiful! You are my dream!
          Entering into her from behind, he grabbed her long plait and pulled it to himself, although she curved even without this, breathing heavily because of the passion, being unable to hide, how much she is enjoying with him.
          After they have finished and come to themselves, suddenly she with tears hugged him and with weeping voice pronounced:
          -Hurt me never, do you promise? I don't like it, that's offensive.
          -Will you love me?
          -Don't you see?
          -Will you fool again?
          -No. Also, I didn't fool. Just I don't know, who are you? I don't even know your name. Where are you from? Why do you know your double Albert?
          -A name changes little. This is only a label. You may any label put on the bottle, the contents don't change. However, if you try to dig some secret, one day you will dig such a thing, because of which a harm will be for everyone and primarily for yourself. To uncover a secret is dangerous not for me, but for you and to a certain degree for your friends. Do you want to cause a lot of trouble to yourself and to the people around you?
          -Maybe I was wrong. I'll try not to fool, as you said. I promise.
          -Then I will not hurt you too. And if you love, don't shame of it, but be proud.
          -I love you, - pronouncing this, she looked into his eyes, and he read in her eyes her wish and plea.
          -Say, you want to give me yourself.
          -I want to give you myself.
          -Are we going to undress?
          -How will we do it?
          -We are going to invent it now.
          This day they said goodbye, being happy. Albert pretended as if hurried to the electric train, which soon had to arrive in fact. However, he didn't reach the train. Pretending as if he is going to relieve himself, he crossed the double-track railway and became hidden in the shrubs. Making sure, no one sees him, he teleported immediately into the bathroom.
          The love for three beauties didn't drain him, also, he didn't visit them too often, in any case, not every day. This helped him become more active, more effective and now these were the travels, in which he manifested his activity. The travels became available as never before. Already he knew well a large part of New-York and began to learn other cities of the United States.
          The whole world was opened in front of him, while the anxieties troubled him less and less. Even in America, sometimes strangers mistook him for a lucky foreigner, who has arrived nobody knows from where, and as if he has got suddenly a large inheritance.

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The teleportation. Part 1. Chapter 18. Twenty miles from Kremlin.

          Being in the aspect of temperament predominantly phlegmatic, Albert didn't like to change his plans. Valya has to be next. Near in a week after the failed putsch, he picked more appropriate day of his choice and again by the same way, coming out into the bathroom, he teleported in the entrance of her low house.
          Valya lived in a town with a name, which still was kept as a record of the Bolshevik marasmus "Behests of Ilyich" (Ilyich - this is Lenin's patronymic - author's note). This settlement was situated not so far as Lena's home, also not so close as Sveta's one. This was partially a resort village, partially one of the social trashes near Moscow. Such settlements in the Soviet Union, now already in a former one, were worse than cities, because everyone knew each other and had possibility to invade in the private lives and reciprocally to plot and harm. Also, they were worse than villages and little towns in remote provinces, because the reciprocal simplicity, even the warmth in the relations among people here was totally absent. A lot of the civilization costs penetrated were kept here in the absence of civilization itself.  Quite recently every bastard and drunkard had an easy possibility to imprison his neighbor for nothing, even if he is an abstainer. To imprison because of the fact that he is better than him, he is cleverer than him and don't wish to degrade together with these barbarians, but dares pursue such a course, which seems them as unknown, incomprehensible and independent. Any person who is intelligent, even a little, if he didn't want or didn't be able to kiss up to this mob, he had not a real possibility to defend himself. However, to say the truth in full, one could defend himself, but only taking a weapon in his hand.
          It was an insulted and oppressed people, whose water could be shut off in any instant or rusty and unsafe water could be supplied into the plumbing. A people who were especially needed in housing, they could be put on a wait list, but these apartments were stolen and data in the list was arbitrarily falsified by local officials. It was people brought up in the ignorance and hypocrisy, people who imbibed the criminal folklore with their mother's milk and being influenced by such a propaganda, also because of fear to be different from the others, they degenerated. A few of them degraded to the point that committed senseless crimes, without any benefit even for themselves, then they were imprisoned in the prison camps, after releasing from jail, they were drinking. With all this they well coexisted with their "oppressors", that is with the local cops and authorities, to which in the West nobody would pay attention, but here in spite of all their spiritually degeneracy, in spite of all their beastliness and narrow mind, they really could feel themselves little czars. This wasn't at all a confrontation of some two forces, but enough viable coexistence of parts of the unified, but sick organism, which was affected by a cancer tumor of the totalitarian system.
          This untidy settlement situated only twenty miles from Kremlin, in which now the electric trains stop only once in an hour, wasn't something special, but on the contrary, it was a typical phenomenon in all Russia. And there was the only way to resist against it, being physically in the area of the town, to be outside of it in spirit, not to participate in its affairs neither "above" nor "below", but to be outside it. Now it wasn't a dangerous thing anymore. Now they couldn't imprison because of this, vilely having fabricated a criminal case of hooliganism, which would be based only on a testimony of the conspiring perjurers. Now such villains may be dumped. Just for this reason Yeltsin was hated, because setting the democracy in the country, he took away a possibility from the scoundrels to imprison people because of nothing. The poverty in Russia is the persistent phenomena, which has grown historically and is typical for it. During a lot of years the people are used to stand in line in the cold, being hungry. Also, they have been used to the low wage labour and a goal of this labor was the slavery, but not a production of the useful goods. So not any compassion for the impoverished people, but the liberty - here is, with which were angry the haters who vilified the democracy. The soviet pigs wanted to go back into the slavery, but there was no slavery already. Those influential scoundrels, but representing nothing and even during Soviet rule didn't hold any prestigious appointment, but they enjoyed recognized credibility and were respected in the town only because hey were able to blend with a herd of pigs and ably grunt, also, because they could use the devil's mechanism of a criminal state and using it to throw a person they haven't liked, into the meat grinder of the red-fascist system of the GULAG, but now these scoundrels became miserable, ridiculous and insignificant. Now they only could, using basest instincts of the crowd, repeat like the parrots the anti-Semitic and patriotic ravings, but this was not more than a political onanism.
          In the epoch of the Khrushchev's "Thaw", Valya's parents left a Ukrainian outback and arrived here in the late fifties to evade the collective farm slavery. Valya was born and remembered herself only in the Moscow region. As before, her parents, having afraid of "separating from the collective", drank often with the inhabitants of the town and even succeeded to gain the respect among them. But it didn't help them. Already at Brezhnew's time, one day, her father being drunk after swearing local cops, relocated in the prison camps, sometimes released only for a few months and returned for a few years in these not very far places, which had become for him like a native home. The mother who had lived a half of the life in the country where "wasn't a sex", so she didn't dare to behave more freely. Sometimes, how by an iron grip, ruthless melancholy squeezed her, making her look for a way out. Unfortunately, she had found in wine the most fast and simple way out. However, when she felt, how it costs her, she started to make moonshine, even without a homemade distillery, but primitive and unskillfully and a little, but often to hit the bottle. No. She wasn't seen drunk in the street. Just without interruption, she sucked her made slapdash beverage, waking up even in the night to take a dose. And then this depression, because of which one wanted to die, weakened its iron grip, and n9ow after drinking one glass, when nobody saw it, she could wag her finger at the invisible enemies, that's at the bad thoughts exaggeratedly depicting in her imagination the despair and problematic of her existence and to laugh at them. Instead the liberty, she had chosen a surrogate of the liberty, and this incorrect choice soon led her to the premature death because of the cirrhosis of the liver.
          That time Valya was eighteen. Already she had tried out a "love" with local guys, but soon her joy transformed into the disappointment. Those who seemed her so sweet, good and tender, now they are spreading dirty gossip behind her. And she understood that all this ostentatious tenderness was only a vile grovelling of opportunists who craved to receive their "victory". No love is known by them. They could manifest no love to her or to someone else, even if they would desire it. This inextinguishable spark of life, what is present in every alive being, was splattered with mud by them, because of their worship of the wrong idols. Their idols are sharp threads and the respect in their herd. Their future is a piss on the table and a muddy beaker.
          Valya was very lucky, it's possible due to a bitter experience and bad luck in her former lives. She was understanding much. She had understood that her social environment is hostile, but she shouldn't say this aloud about. She kept herself apart more and more from the former friends and friendesses, desiring faster to burn every bridge. She found rich lovers, who generously showered her, and at this time she disappeared in an unknown direction out of the settlement during a few months. Maybe, she will never find a real love in this life, but at least, she will never be a slave of the state, and this already means a lot.
          She was rumored that they are going to imprison her for the "parasitism". She knew who from the former friends snitched to the militia against her. She started to hate the settlement and its habitants. She started to go in for chemistry to make at home technologically feasible, but deadly poisons. Her ill wishers didn't guess that they climbed towards their death. And she could do it so that nobody would find anything. The case would be taken for an incurable disease. However, there nothing occurred. The perestroika started up, and the enemies lost their force. And a weak enemy, already it is not an enemy, but a jester. Valya was ready to live with the guilt, but only because of the extreme necessity. Now such a necessity was no anymore.
          As the years passed, which during she learnt a lot of the skills in bed, enjoying with her life as far as it was possible, living for today, and only in the deep recesses of the soul, keeping dreams and hopes for almost still unknown happiness, a happiness of a higher order.
          About a year and a half ago, accidentally meeting with redhead Lena on an electric train, Valya turned out on the well known us circle with Albert, Nadya and her friends. She could not explain even to herself why she was attracted to them. She was attracted so, she would prefer just to sit together in their circle instead to go to the next series of the sexual adventures and experiments. "Is it only because of the fact that they don't harm each other?" - she asked herself. Also, she didn't want to ruin the formed peace among them and forbade herself even think to seduce Albert.
          But here is himself came in. She didn't expect it. If she could foresee it, then she would think over before, how to resist. To resist not him, but her desire.
          He looked very much strange, in pajamas, the hair wasn't dried, while there is a piercingly autumn cold outside. But this was Albert and as soon as he opened the door, she had understood what he wanted with her. She grumbled a little, resisting in pretence, however, she was quickly broken by a hurricane of the feelings, which embraced her. She gave him herself in that position he wanted. Almost in full losing the control over herself, she was spinning and loudly howling because of pleasure. Only ten minutes after this, when like a short circuit the most voluptuous instant had sparkled, for which all energy of them both was spent on, she acquired again the ability to think clearly.
          -Here is one can see sometimes, lives and learns. I didn't want it, what a meanness I've committed against my friend! You, bed-hopper, have succeeded to entrap me!
          -This is an imaginary meanness. If you both recognize another morality, it would be so that nothing bad took place. On the contrary...
          -That's convenient to think like this only for you, - she interrupted him. During the whole history the adultery was considered a shameful and criminal. Because of this they not only fought, but also killed. This is breaking the holy commandment of Christ.
          -During the whole history the people made war, killing people similar to them to rob wealth, hiding behind the holy name. Then they went so far, started to burn alive persons similar to them only for their convictions, then for their daring to read the Word of God without any interpreters. And what a result of all this took place? They made a deal as if God doesn't exist, as if Christ was never and have begun to kill millions of people and to build a lot the concentration camps for them - the factories of death. In spite of the godlessness in full, the persecutions of free love didn't stop. Because for a successful subordination and oppression of a person, it's necessary to subordinate and oppress the sexual aspect of the person.
          -But what about the Ten Commandments?
          -In the Gospel it's deployed that the Ten Commandments exist to observe the two main Commandments: to love God and one's neighbor. Moses bequeathed not to  be interested in other men's wives, because, among the savages this would lead to conflict situations with the bloodsheds. It would be a sin if after this we don't keep the peace between us. The tree is known by its fruits. If I have a few of the wives and I pay attention to one of them more than another, a sin because of the consequences will be with me. And if one of you hate another in spite of the fact that I pay attention to you both equally, already a sin will be with her. If we love each other by three, even let's by ten, however, we keep the peace between us, no sin will be.
          -But that will be not normal.
          -And what about the soviet power, was it normal? The wars, the fires of inquisition, was it normal? The NKVD and Gestapo - was it normal? It's a matter of custom. You are accustomed to think in the traditional manner. You aren't accustomed to thinking freely. Though, it is a tribute to you, you are more free than aborigines of this settlement. 
          However, I'm going to facilitate your task. I'm not Albert. Because,  now Albert is washing in the bath at his home. If I'm similar to him, you may call me Albert Second. 
          -Enough fooling around! Then, Nadya even wouldn't punch me in the face, although it should be. I'll call her and come clean about everything. Let her berate me, let her consider me like a worst bitch. I'll not explain away, although I don't know, how another woman do if she was in my place. Still, I'm alive, not of iron.
          -If you call her, she will not feel the anger and jealousy, but a compassion towards a good, but an unhappy girlfriend who went mad in the prime of life. Her husband is washing in the bath now, - saying this, Albert stood up, opening the exit door and added: 
          -Good-bye, my love! Call now and ask Albert to the phone, - finally he closed the door, after which the noise of his steps was sounded, retiring downstairs. But this noise was interrupted quickly. There was such a silent on the stairs, as if nobody was there. She arrived downstairs, opened the door of the entrance. Two old women were standing near the door, it seemed already long. They talked something about and at once, now they stared at her.
          -Excuse me, a man dressed in the pajamas, did he come out now?
          -No, - said one of the interlocutors, smiling a little. Already we were standing here about an hour and a half.

Next chapter: http://la-flagellation.blogspot.ru/2017/12/the-teleportation-part-1-chapter-19.html

The original Russian text of the chapters from 16 to 18: http://www.proza.ru/2010/01/26/738