Albert has "surfaced" in the district of Moscow, situated close from his home and stretched out right beyond the ring road divided the huge megalopolis into the region and the regional center. Here he had not anyone and if he can be watched and followed anywhere, but not in this district. He started walking by foot. The wind blew in the daytime, now it has died away, however after being in New-York, it seemed, it is cold, however it didn't oppressed, but excited. Also, the momentary relocation after a light midday into the autumn darkness of the night city, but still without snow, this added some fabulousness to the whole environment. He was looking at the old usual world with some new eyes. Partly everything was familiar, but partly it was seen as at the first time. In such moments, ideas are drawn easy, also plans, which then are realised not so easy already. The main thing now, to reach the home and if he is watched, let them see, how nobody knows from where, he has come by foot, and his direction is traced from the closest district of Moscow. Let them be puzzled over who lives here near the railway station "Elk", either his friends, or a mistress, or unaccounted distant relatives. Also, there is a possibility to travel from the home, because he wanted not to sleep at all and although the time was dark, but still not late.
Just coming home, he put the papers, which were got from old Paul, in the pile of clothes, ready for washing in the bathroom. Trying to be careful, he didn't switch on, because during his absence, the flat might be equipped with hidden cameras. Without undressing, he went into the toilet and without switching on, he has locked from inside. One instant, and he is in the toilet of Sveta's flat. Not loud male voices coming from the room, made clear to him that he has to listen, not come out. ...
-Actually! Without problem! She's not going anywhere. We had taken bigger than her, but even we will haven't to force her.
-Men, shiver me timbers, I've forgotten again, what is her name?
-Whether you are stricken with sclerosis? She is Sveta. Izmailova. Drink the beer else, you. Otherwise, every of us have drunk already, but you still are sitting. And your bladder is almost full, only without one sip, no, not a bladder, but a bottle. Wet your brain with the beer, and it will work. If on dry, my noggin will be jammed too. So, I'm saying, the wench is ours. Mityai, if she is not your type, I and Lyoha will receive more, no offense. And the flat is ours. No. I didn't say that I'm going to take it away. Regarding the money, we will gain them after. Already we have been taught something by Colonel. The thing is, we could always come in here to warm up in all the senses, to be sitting, to be hidden if it is necessary. Only one thing interferes.
-I know. The "object" who is under KGB observing. Perhaps, this nerd hangs out often here, but forbidden to touch, otherwise the jail.
-Then, Bratva, let's think, how have we to do, in order he wouldn't hang out here. We aren't allowed to touch him. The rest is to do so, in order she herself would banish him. First: one can scare her, but this is a bad way.
-Why?
-What if this "subject-object" wants to show his knightly manners? It's forbidden to touch him.
-Are you sure? However, he is a nerd, a student...
-Remember what Colonel said. Also the people say: still waters run deep. KGB observes him, is it because of his pretty face? "Our object, damn, he is under our surveillance". Did you hear it?
-Till now these words in my ears are standing.
-Regarding me, I have something is standing for Sveta. However, joking aside. What for he visits here? Do they play chess? But he has a wife. So, the second way: let his wife know. Is this approach to him again?
-Not us, but the old women who sit on the bench and gossip in the yard. Let them report her that there is a reason her husband hangs out at Sveta Izmailova's home. That's matter of time and of technique. What taught us Colonel in such a case? To find a local dude, to show that we, being bandits, respect him. He will do the best he can, in order the old women spread the gossip. Otherwise, these pensioners are yearned; formerly in the soviet epoch everyone were afraid of them, but now it is a democracy, the people value them as nothing and suddenly a possibility appears to harm, to plot, to open wife's eyes to the immoral behaviour of the husband. As a last resort to bribe the most avid gossip in the yard.
-Do you need this apartment so much?
-What makes you think that all this is expensive? They are pauper. They will dance how you tell them for ten bucks. Continue to drink the beer. I see your bottle ran out. Let's open else. After beer, it is unlikely we do something stupid.
-Let', let's open it, - approving voices sounded.
Then there was an usual talk, similar to the everyday gossips of the narrow persons.
Albert was itching for shooting. He wanted to pop out and to shoot every one of the Bratva from his "Walter", but in the given moment to do so he could only because of a lack of intelligence. Regarding the intelligence, he didn't lack, in spite of his carelessness, taking place in the last months. Just for a while, as if he had switched off his vigilance and prudence. However, the data he received from his mature friend in New-York, it made him further to keep these properties on in readiness. An interesting parallel occurred to him in mind. The alpinists in the mountains to climb using hands and feet. However, if you climb using only the hands, soon you will be tired and lose your powers. Also, to fight against the world by oneself, you may as a knight, a warrior, also, one may say a samurai. Also, you may do it like a spy, that's ninja. To fight against the world in the samurai manner is a suicidal thing. So, the most of the people follow society saying: "It's impossible to go against them. They have the power in their hands". However, because of their narrow mind, which stayed at a low level thanks to incorrect bringing up, they don't guess that besides samurai style, also, there is ninja style when a warrior may be alone. This circumstance dismisses at all a poet Mayakovsky's shout, as if "Unit is zero!" No. A thinking individual can be an awful force even if he doesn't possess the ability to teleport. The clicking lock and the opening exit door have interrupted his pondering. Two men in camouflage uniform came into the flat. Unceremonious, they switched on and came into the room. The drinking companions became scared and quiet.
-It seems, you were warned not to approach to our object. What the hell, you have invaded into other people's flat?
-But this is not him. He doesn't live here. One wench lives here and we like her. We have stolen nothing. You can check our pockets.
-We know all the same, there are pistols TT in your pockets and you aren't allowed to carry them. To say brief, in this flat, you must not appear too. You know, sometimes the object comes here, however, you are here! We never ever wanna see you again near his relatives or familiars! And now rearrange everything, as if you weren't here, and go away!
An impulsive thought entered Albert's head. He thought during only a few second. A disposition seemed irreproachable. He got already enough bored because of these three types. In the morning they could shoot him, his Nadya, they could scare and insult Svetlana who is loved by him too, offence such a meek and harmless girl, like a child. And these two dappled fiends. There are so a lot of them now! Of any suit, of any color! A lot of times those who were dressed in a similar manner, extorted his money, when he sold newspapers! The reason is not in pennies, but they are inclined to trample on feelings. Such types are able to shoot women and children without blinking somewhere in a "hotspot", after this to return and hang out here, pretending to be heroes. Now he is going to kill two birds with one stone: to shoot dappled types and to frame the bandits. Albert released the safety on the "Walter" and came out from the toilet. Two thunderous shots at once forced these both representatives of the authorities to begin to twitch then to fall. The bandits with horror stared at Albert and in the same moment the shaking the door kicks and fearsome demand to open sounded.
-Don't be afraid and don't interfere! - Albert had time only to say, but his words were drowned in the noise of the kicks in the door and shouts:
-Open right now! We have the machine guns. Open and get down!
Albert opened the door of the balcony. He might teleport at once, but decided not to show his ability in front of the probable witnesses. He saw a drain pipe, carefully came to it two steps along the cornice and started to climb down on the drain pipe.
-Don't shoot. That is not us. That's him, the object. We are going to open, don't shoot - sounded from the room.
-Bitches, everyone get down! - It seemed these fearsome shouts already sounded in the room.
Albert continued to climb down on the drain pipe, but in a few seconds he heard the sound of glass breaking with the butts of the guns. A few submachine gunners popped onto the balcony and he was given no other choice, but to teleport into the forest, to calm down and ponder.
In the forest a loud crackling sounded and in an instant Albert understood that he has troubled a big animal because of his appearing. The crackling removed, and soon a nocturnal wild silence fell around, which in his ears transformed in something romantic sense, as never before.
So, the action is done. Examining the bullets after removing from the bodies of the wounded or killed low-skilled servants of the FSB officers, even a child would understand that not bandits shot from their TT. Now Kashin inevitably has to report that there is an object who shot two junior officers and this object is under surveillance, to confess the reason, because of which the surveillance takes place, it means, to deliver such a valuable object who can teleport to anyone another. It would be as well as to give a treasure, what he himself has found to the first passerby in the street. Why he would go for that? He will continue to follow him, hoping to acquire the ability to teleport at any cost for his own purposes, it is unlikely that for harmless ones. Regarding the shots, the bandits will be charged with them. The bullets from the "Walter" will be prudently "lost" and the bandits will be handed over to the militia and jailed. And no matter, what they will talk about the FSB in the prison camps. Now it is a fashion and no one will be astonished. The criminals will hear them, laughing in spirit, considering the story as an usual showing off. The jail exists to fib, because it is impossible to check.
Certainly, because of the shot officers other among them will be angry with Albert very much! But they will not be allowed. An explanatory conversation will be held with them. To make them understand that they cannot touch the object, it will be easier than it would explain this to the cops. Because the school still differs. The only problem has aggravated: now he has to evacuate his wife more urgently.
Albert teleported in Lena's flat into the toilet and harkened. The lights were off. He came out of the toilet careful and sat down near the opened door of the room. Two friendesses lay together on the wide bed. He wanted very much to lie down between them, to caress them both, to tell about his adventures, to show his pistol, which have belched its lethal content recently. But as usual, in the life one cannot go directly. Every purpose one can reach, according to the appropriate rules, and one may go to it only according these rules. It is as in the mountains: fans who are tempted to go directly, they often turn out at the bottom of the chasm.
Albert decided to sit during ten minutes, then to go away if he doesn't hear something interesting thing, but even three minutes still not passed and his patient waiting was rewarded.
-Nadya, have you thought really, as if I am a lesbian? If so, I wouldn't hide it from you. Just I attempted to check you.
-I wouldn't hide it from you too. It's possible, I would be first of us who begin to flirt, but it is not like this.
-You could be in the dark on this. Do you know yourself well? Your desires, inclinations? You don't have to confess it to me. At least, confess it to yourself. -
-However, what about you, do you know yourself?
-Before, I didn't know, but now I know and compassionate, almost to everyone, because the most of people don't know themselves in sex, because from childhood they had banished their desires deep down.
-Then how did you recognize yourself?
-I read in a newspaper about this thing, but I don't remember what a newspaper in. There were very use recommendations. I didn't see this article, neither before, nor after. They suggest to imagine every possible way of the coition with every possible partners by age and sex, also, to imagine himself, trying out every perversion, which are possible and when he finds the own one, he will feel it. It just is impossible not to feel.
-Interesting idea. Maybe I would get a little pleasure if you screw me, but it is not full joy, but a surrogate.
-Certainly, now I see you aren't this, otherwise, if it is your hidden fantasy, you couldn't hide it from me, I would see. But I just advise: examine yourself. No one follows your dreams and with yourself, you can always be in accord. In your dreams, you may cheat on your husband, coition with a few partners, do everything.
-However, why are you so interested in my desires, as if hidden.
-Because when I started to do these exercises, I learnt so much about myself..., although I was not shocked, however, astonished very much, in spite of the fact, than my inclinations don't go beyond the limit of the public opinion. For example, I had discovered that I myself like hitting on men, to kiss and hug first, that is in the active role, these actions excites me well. I was therefore pleased to execute that mission... - suddenly Lena stopped talking, understanding, that she is blabbing, but in a few seconds she found an appropriate plot:
-No. Not mission, but a task, at school, in eight grade, the teacher gave me a task and ordered to change my seat from my friend girl to a pretty classmate and I began to touch him under the desk...
"You have failed to hide, what a mission you said about. You were executing Kashin's mission, but I am patsy, I thought, as if the love was taking place. Why, bitch, I enjoyed with you more than with anyone? And what kind of punishment for you it would better to choose? - Albert lamented mentally. You are already going over the edge. Maybe, to throw her down?" But because of this thought, Albert felt, even if nobody has never recognized, he would judge himself for this during all the rest of the life. However, even she herself didn't realize in full, what a harm's way she put herself in, agreeing to work for this Kashin's diabolic illegal department. His pondering was interrupted by the continuing conversation of the two women friends.
-You say, it didn't occur to you an idea to cheat on Albert? Didn't it occur to you that he himself could cheat on you and more than once?
-Who with? In the street, he is not able to find. The intellectuals scare off the sluts more than the tramps do. Usually, the women become familiar with men like Albert at work, but he don't work in the classical sense, that is in the soviet one. Maybe only for money, but I cannot name this as a real cheating. Also, the drinking takes place in such a case, and the whole situation... I would feel.
-So cannot. Do you read the newspapers about the anomaly? I wouldn't believe you if you say, as if you know nothing about a teleportation. That's phenomena, one disappears and immediately appears in another place. Do you believe that it is possible?
-I don't know... - Nadezhda pondered. - The pause already lasted a few minutes. Finally, she began to speak:
-There are treasures buried in the ground and they cost very much. Is this meant that one of them is buried at a depth of three feet in the yard of your nine-floor house, in the playground under the sandbox. Let's go to dig.
-What are you talking about?
-And what are you talking? It is the same thing. But it's even worse. If one suspects the spouse of cheating, using extreme rare anomaly, which either exists or no, as an argument, it is a clear sign that one brick short of a full load. Do you want to make me quarrel with Albert? Invent something more clever. Otherwise, you will obtain that I'll quarrel with you. However, do you keep at home the jump-rope from childhood?
-Yes, it is somewhere.
-Perhaps, also you have clotheslines, haven't you?
-And what? What does that have to do with the matter, we spoke about? - Just a little more here and Lena would guess what is it about, but Nadya turned out ahead of her:
-So let's I tie you reliably, then thrash you with the jump-rope as a Sidorov's goat so that tomorrow it will be hurt to sit. Maybe the masochist inclination will come to light inside you, which was hidden in the subconscious, will not do it?
-It will not come to light. I already did it in my mind. This is not my scene.
-It's good that it's not yours. Precisely in such a manner I would act with a friendess who dare to seduce my husband. If because of his cheating I feel the mental pain, then let her feel the physical pain for this. I would feel sorry to kill or to cripple my friendess, scratching her eyes, but I gladly would cause her a severe pain without any harm to the health.
-Are you scaring me? But I am a brave one. Do it, otherwise I'll prevent you from sleeping.
-Do you really say this?
Instead an answer, Lena switched on. Albert almost was late to change the hideout In about five minutes she has found the jump-rope and clotheslines.
-Everything is ready, my friendess.
-Do it! Otherwise, I continue to bother and interfere your sleeping.
-Well then hold on! And don't offence.
-I myself wanted it, - Lena answered a little diffidently.
Albert didn't see, but heard very well what it was occurring. The preparations were lasting during about three minutes else. Finally, he heard his wife's voice again:
-Don't you have changed your mind?
-Note I do nothing mindlessly.
-Well. Then hold on!
The first whistle and swats onto the bare body sounded. Then the swats rained one by one. That was whistling like Nadya spanked without any compassion for her, and Lena was patient like a spartan girl. Just Albert has been ready to appreciate this patience, but suddenly a complaining shout sounded. Lena thirty years old yelped and howled like any schoolgirl under the switch.
-It's enough. I see you don't like it. Why did you ask to do it?
At once, Lena became quiet, took a deep breath a few times and hurriedly wiped away her tears. Just Nadya untied her, she began to stare at Nadya.
-What an angry woman you are, Nadya! Angry, but not a sadist. Just you got tired of me.
-Forgive me. What we are actually doing?
-Come on. Just you have serviced me according to my asking. I am worrying because of another thing. The punishment is childish, but so it hurts. What if I would be really tortured? I could not stand it. What a scary living! How terrible!
-Look, you need a psychiatrist. Why you're scared? Who needs to harm you? Who will torture you?
-Don't you see? Is it me who has invented the murder of Sveta's boyfriend? Who from are you hiding in my home?
-What you got to do with them? This is not a part of your deal.
-If you turned out in the danger, why the same thing cannot occur me? Just you believe, a little, in presentiment, don't you?
-Everything is good in moderation, but you exaggerate everything. What occurs to you the last half year? From a shy and demure girl you transform in a psychopath. On the other hand, your erudition, your intellect now has become very visible. Before, thanks to your shyness, to say frankly, you were like a countrified woman. But now soon you will be like my Albert. It would be good, however, with this, the evil, cruelty and fear was added. I feel them inside you. What's going on with you?
-You ask me as during interrogation, but even I myself cannot understand.
-I advise you like a friend, keep your mind under the control. I may not advise you seriously to go to a psychiatrist. They are botchers from the soviet power. They spoiled a lot of human lives! However, yourself, do something. Take some anti anxiety pills. Meet with us more often.
Lena knew that there is no psychic disease was ahead of her, but quite real fear provoked by quite real dangers. Already she has begun to guess, that she "knows too much". Three persons know about it: Kashin, Skolopendrin and Batogov. However, they have learned this through her. She had betrayed Albert, whom yet she loved before. She had betrayed him once more, when she incited the neighbors against him. Now she betrays her friendesses, reporting all the details about them, all their desires and thoughts. Soon she will exhaust everything and her chiefs will not need her anymore. Then they will kill her. In what a manner? If a childish punishment made her shout because of the pain, then how she will meet the death?
At the expense of the felt pain from the spanking with the jump-rope, she was going to ascertain, whether her friendess possesses the sadistic inclination. The friendess is all right, but what about herself? She was astonished, how some people can enjoy from this, although recently he has learned to understand the nature, its great diversity, mutually exclusive needs of different kinds: something useful for one may be lethal for another. After the trial under the jump-rope, the fear and the premonition of death only became greater. The death of a small number of the cells and the panic signals to the brain about it, which are considered like the pain, these things have reminded her more clearly about the quite probable and soon death of the whole body, also, it's possible, including the soul. She have merited all this. Like Judas, she had betrayed the friends and the lover. She doesn't know what she has brought upon them. The Lord saw everything, and the unavoidable retribution is around the corner. But He is merciful. She heard about this. He is able to forgive.
Finally, the boil, which drew to a head in the soul, now it has been burst. Lena leaped out of the bed and fell to her knees, hysterically yelling and repeating:
-Oh Lord, forgive me! Forgive me, I am so unworthy. Lord! Do something. Say, what I must do. Show me the right way. Teach me what to do.
Nadezhda leaped out of the bed after her to console her. Lena's shoulders were shuddering with crying. She didn't pay attention to the friend, but lamented loudly and unskillfully tried to pray. She would like to confess everything to all the friends and Albert and this wasn't a drunken escapade. The consciousness was clear and she knew that their conversation is tapped with a high probability, and fully appreciated, if the friends know too much, they will be killed too. When she got calm, but still stood on her knees, Nadezhda's voice at first scared, then almost made laugh her and Albert, who was hiding and heard everything:
-I've understood, what is the matter with you. You got involved with the drug trafficking. You not only sold, but also tasted something because of the curiosity. You are in withdrawal now. Abstinence syndrome. What do you need? However, perhaps, you cannot say it.
-Cocaine.
-Though better than the heroin or morphine. I heard somewhere that in is almost impossible to quit being on drugs of the opium.
-Don't worry about me. God will help me. Although I don't know in what manner, but I must believe.
-I worry about Albert and suppose then he goes in for the same things. Now he has more money and he takes the rucksack only to travel, not to sell newspapers. He takes trips he says that leaves for some cities.
-What cities for?
-Different. He says as if he visited a lot of cities in the European part of Russia. For my point, there isn't a difference, he leaves whether for Voronezh or Arkhangelsk, for your point all the more, I think.
-Likely, he made new friends. Did he bring home someone?
Yet two minutes before, he felt, perhaps, he will have to interrupt the conversation. A few times he still changed hiding places and now he was staying hidden in the kitchen. There was tweezers on the table with an old-fashioned mirror. This tweezers reminded him an incident in his far childhood. An electrical outlet, being situated near, came just in time.
-It depends, whom to name a friend. Those who sold the newspapers, they never came. Former friends were told to go away, because he became disappointed...
In this instant a loud crack sounded in the apartment and the sparks flew from the outlet. The women became quiet, but in a minute Lena's voice explained:
-Nadya, don't be afraid. This is only the short circuit. Tomorrow I will change the fuses and if it repeats, I will have to call an electrician. Now let's sleep.
-I want to sleep too. Good night.
-Good night.
In a few minutes, ensuring that the girlfriends fell asleep, Albert teleported into Sveta's apartment again. Strange, but everything was on their places if disregard the broken glass in the window of the balcony. No traces of the fight. Also, the exit door was not broken, therefore the bandits opened the door for the submachine gunners and surrendered voluntarily. He was going to look at the door from outside, in what degree it is broken, but looking in the peephole he saw the two agents with the headphones and antennas. Certainly, they heard not the "heavy metal" or something similar one. Albert decided to go away, mainly not to give an additional information to the enemy.
In the Valya's flat the apartment mistress and her guest in the chaste manner slept in the different beds. He got worried because of the stayed at home documents, but after appearing at home in the bathroom, he made sure that all right. No agents were, neither at home, nor near the apartment. Only now he felt he wanted to sleep very much. After putting the documents in different pockets, Albert lay down on the sofa, being just in a cloak, and took off only his shoes. In his dreams he killed enemies, saved innocents and gained victories one by one.
Next chapter: http://la-flagellation.blogspot.ru/2018/01/chapter-3-steeplechase-part-2.html
Just coming home, he put the papers, which were got from old Paul, in the pile of clothes, ready for washing in the bathroom. Trying to be careful, he didn't switch on, because during his absence, the flat might be equipped with hidden cameras. Without undressing, he went into the toilet and without switching on, he has locked from inside. One instant, and he is in the toilet of Sveta's flat. Not loud male voices coming from the room, made clear to him that he has to listen, not come out. ...
-Actually! Without problem! She's not going anywhere. We had taken bigger than her, but even we will haven't to force her.
-Men, shiver me timbers, I've forgotten again, what is her name?
-Whether you are stricken with sclerosis? She is Sveta. Izmailova. Drink the beer else, you. Otherwise, every of us have drunk already, but you still are sitting. And your bladder is almost full, only without one sip, no, not a bladder, but a bottle. Wet your brain with the beer, and it will work. If on dry, my noggin will be jammed too. So, I'm saying, the wench is ours. Mityai, if she is not your type, I and Lyoha will receive more, no offense. And the flat is ours. No. I didn't say that I'm going to take it away. Regarding the money, we will gain them after. Already we have been taught something by Colonel. The thing is, we could always come in here to warm up in all the senses, to be sitting, to be hidden if it is necessary. Only one thing interferes.
-I know. The "object" who is under KGB observing. Perhaps, this nerd hangs out often here, but forbidden to touch, otherwise the jail.
-Then, Bratva, let's think, how have we to do, in order he wouldn't hang out here. We aren't allowed to touch him. The rest is to do so, in order she herself would banish him. First: one can scare her, but this is a bad way.
-Why?
-What if this "subject-object" wants to show his knightly manners? It's forbidden to touch him.
-Are you sure? However, he is a nerd, a student...
-Remember what Colonel said. Also the people say: still waters run deep. KGB observes him, is it because of his pretty face? "Our object, damn, he is under our surveillance". Did you hear it?
-Till now these words in my ears are standing.
-Regarding me, I have something is standing for Sveta. However, joking aside. What for he visits here? Do they play chess? But he has a wife. So, the second way: let his wife know. Is this approach to him again?
-Not us, but the old women who sit on the bench and gossip in the yard. Let them report her that there is a reason her husband hangs out at Sveta Izmailova's home. That's matter of time and of technique. What taught us Colonel in such a case? To find a local dude, to show that we, being bandits, respect him. He will do the best he can, in order the old women spread the gossip. Otherwise, these pensioners are yearned; formerly in the soviet epoch everyone were afraid of them, but now it is a democracy, the people value them as nothing and suddenly a possibility appears to harm, to plot, to open wife's eyes to the immoral behaviour of the husband. As a last resort to bribe the most avid gossip in the yard.
-Do you need this apartment so much?
-What makes you think that all this is expensive? They are pauper. They will dance how you tell them for ten bucks. Continue to drink the beer. I see your bottle ran out. Let's open else. After beer, it is unlikely we do something stupid.
-Let', let's open it, - approving voices sounded.
Then there was an usual talk, similar to the everyday gossips of the narrow persons.
Albert was itching for shooting. He wanted to pop out and to shoot every one of the Bratva from his "Walter", but in the given moment to do so he could only because of a lack of intelligence. Regarding the intelligence, he didn't lack, in spite of his carelessness, taking place in the last months. Just for a while, as if he had switched off his vigilance and prudence. However, the data he received from his mature friend in New-York, it made him further to keep these properties on in readiness. An interesting parallel occurred to him in mind. The alpinists in the mountains to climb using hands and feet. However, if you climb using only the hands, soon you will be tired and lose your powers. Also, to fight against the world by oneself, you may as a knight, a warrior, also, one may say a samurai. Also, you may do it like a spy, that's ninja. To fight against the world in the samurai manner is a suicidal thing. So, the most of the people follow society saying: "It's impossible to go against them. They have the power in their hands". However, because of their narrow mind, which stayed at a low level thanks to incorrect bringing up, they don't guess that besides samurai style, also, there is ninja style when a warrior may be alone. This circumstance dismisses at all a poet Mayakovsky's shout, as if "Unit is zero!" No. A thinking individual can be an awful force even if he doesn't possess the ability to teleport. The clicking lock and the opening exit door have interrupted his pondering. Two men in camouflage uniform came into the flat. Unceremonious, they switched on and came into the room. The drinking companions became scared and quiet.
-It seems, you were warned not to approach to our object. What the hell, you have invaded into other people's flat?
-But this is not him. He doesn't live here. One wench lives here and we like her. We have stolen nothing. You can check our pockets.
-We know all the same, there are pistols TT in your pockets and you aren't allowed to carry them. To say brief, in this flat, you must not appear too. You know, sometimes the object comes here, however, you are here! We never ever wanna see you again near his relatives or familiars! And now rearrange everything, as if you weren't here, and go away!
An impulsive thought entered Albert's head. He thought during only a few second. A disposition seemed irreproachable. He got already enough bored because of these three types. In the morning they could shoot him, his Nadya, they could scare and insult Svetlana who is loved by him too, offence such a meek and harmless girl, like a child. And these two dappled fiends. There are so a lot of them now! Of any suit, of any color! A lot of times those who were dressed in a similar manner, extorted his money, when he sold newspapers! The reason is not in pennies, but they are inclined to trample on feelings. Such types are able to shoot women and children without blinking somewhere in a "hotspot", after this to return and hang out here, pretending to be heroes. Now he is going to kill two birds with one stone: to shoot dappled types and to frame the bandits. Albert released the safety on the "Walter" and came out from the toilet. Two thunderous shots at once forced these both representatives of the authorities to begin to twitch then to fall. The bandits with horror stared at Albert and in the same moment the shaking the door kicks and fearsome demand to open sounded.
-Don't be afraid and don't interfere! - Albert had time only to say, but his words were drowned in the noise of the kicks in the door and shouts:
-Open right now! We have the machine guns. Open and get down!
Albert opened the door of the balcony. He might teleport at once, but decided not to show his ability in front of the probable witnesses. He saw a drain pipe, carefully came to it two steps along the cornice and started to climb down on the drain pipe.
-Don't shoot. That is not us. That's him, the object. We are going to open, don't shoot - sounded from the room.
-Bitches, everyone get down! - It seemed these fearsome shouts already sounded in the room.
Albert continued to climb down on the drain pipe, but in a few seconds he heard the sound of glass breaking with the butts of the guns. A few submachine gunners popped onto the balcony and he was given no other choice, but to teleport into the forest, to calm down and ponder.
In the forest a loud crackling sounded and in an instant Albert understood that he has troubled a big animal because of his appearing. The crackling removed, and soon a nocturnal wild silence fell around, which in his ears transformed in something romantic sense, as never before.
So, the action is done. Examining the bullets after removing from the bodies of the wounded or killed low-skilled servants of the FSB officers, even a child would understand that not bandits shot from their TT. Now Kashin inevitably has to report that there is an object who shot two junior officers and this object is under surveillance, to confess the reason, because of which the surveillance takes place, it means, to deliver such a valuable object who can teleport to anyone another. It would be as well as to give a treasure, what he himself has found to the first passerby in the street. Why he would go for that? He will continue to follow him, hoping to acquire the ability to teleport at any cost for his own purposes, it is unlikely that for harmless ones. Regarding the shots, the bandits will be charged with them. The bullets from the "Walter" will be prudently "lost" and the bandits will be handed over to the militia and jailed. And no matter, what they will talk about the FSB in the prison camps. Now it is a fashion and no one will be astonished. The criminals will hear them, laughing in spirit, considering the story as an usual showing off. The jail exists to fib, because it is impossible to check.
Certainly, because of the shot officers other among them will be angry with Albert very much! But they will not be allowed. An explanatory conversation will be held with them. To make them understand that they cannot touch the object, it will be easier than it would explain this to the cops. Because the school still differs. The only problem has aggravated: now he has to evacuate his wife more urgently.
Albert teleported in Lena's flat into the toilet and harkened. The lights were off. He came out of the toilet careful and sat down near the opened door of the room. Two friendesses lay together on the wide bed. He wanted very much to lie down between them, to caress them both, to tell about his adventures, to show his pistol, which have belched its lethal content recently. But as usual, in the life one cannot go directly. Every purpose one can reach, according to the appropriate rules, and one may go to it only according these rules. It is as in the mountains: fans who are tempted to go directly, they often turn out at the bottom of the chasm.
Albert decided to sit during ten minutes, then to go away if he doesn't hear something interesting thing, but even three minutes still not passed and his patient waiting was rewarded.
-Nadya, have you thought really, as if I am a lesbian? If so, I wouldn't hide it from you. Just I attempted to check you.
-I wouldn't hide it from you too. It's possible, I would be first of us who begin to flirt, but it is not like this.
-You could be in the dark on this. Do you know yourself well? Your desires, inclinations? You don't have to confess it to me. At least, confess it to yourself. -
-However, what about you, do you know yourself?
-Before, I didn't know, but now I know and compassionate, almost to everyone, because the most of people don't know themselves in sex, because from childhood they had banished their desires deep down.
-Then how did you recognize yourself?
-I read in a newspaper about this thing, but I don't remember what a newspaper in. There were very use recommendations. I didn't see this article, neither before, nor after. They suggest to imagine every possible way of the coition with every possible partners by age and sex, also, to imagine himself, trying out every perversion, which are possible and when he finds the own one, he will feel it. It just is impossible not to feel.
-Interesting idea. Maybe I would get a little pleasure if you screw me, but it is not full joy, but a surrogate.
-Certainly, now I see you aren't this, otherwise, if it is your hidden fantasy, you couldn't hide it from me, I would see. But I just advise: examine yourself. No one follows your dreams and with yourself, you can always be in accord. In your dreams, you may cheat on your husband, coition with a few partners, do everything.
-However, why are you so interested in my desires, as if hidden.
-Because when I started to do these exercises, I learnt so much about myself..., although I was not shocked, however, astonished very much, in spite of the fact, than my inclinations don't go beyond the limit of the public opinion. For example, I had discovered that I myself like hitting on men, to kiss and hug first, that is in the active role, these actions excites me well. I was therefore pleased to execute that mission... - suddenly Lena stopped talking, understanding, that she is blabbing, but in a few seconds she found an appropriate plot:
-No. Not mission, but a task, at school, in eight grade, the teacher gave me a task and ordered to change my seat from my friend girl to a pretty classmate and I began to touch him under the desk...
"You have failed to hide, what a mission you said about. You were executing Kashin's mission, but I am patsy, I thought, as if the love was taking place. Why, bitch, I enjoyed with you more than with anyone? And what kind of punishment for you it would better to choose? - Albert lamented mentally. You are already going over the edge. Maybe, to throw her down?" But because of this thought, Albert felt, even if nobody has never recognized, he would judge himself for this during all the rest of the life. However, even she herself didn't realize in full, what a harm's way she put herself in, agreeing to work for this Kashin's diabolic illegal department. His pondering was interrupted by the continuing conversation of the two women friends.
-You say, it didn't occur to you an idea to cheat on Albert? Didn't it occur to you that he himself could cheat on you and more than once?
-Who with? In the street, he is not able to find. The intellectuals scare off the sluts more than the tramps do. Usually, the women become familiar with men like Albert at work, but he don't work in the classical sense, that is in the soviet one. Maybe only for money, but I cannot name this as a real cheating. Also, the drinking takes place in such a case, and the whole situation... I would feel.
-So cannot. Do you read the newspapers about the anomaly? I wouldn't believe you if you say, as if you know nothing about a teleportation. That's phenomena, one disappears and immediately appears in another place. Do you believe that it is possible?
-I don't know... - Nadezhda pondered. - The pause already lasted a few minutes. Finally, she began to speak:
-There are treasures buried in the ground and they cost very much. Is this meant that one of them is buried at a depth of three feet in the yard of your nine-floor house, in the playground under the sandbox. Let's go to dig.
-What are you talking about?
-And what are you talking? It is the same thing. But it's even worse. If one suspects the spouse of cheating, using extreme rare anomaly, which either exists or no, as an argument, it is a clear sign that one brick short of a full load. Do you want to make me quarrel with Albert? Invent something more clever. Otherwise, you will obtain that I'll quarrel with you. However, do you keep at home the jump-rope from childhood?
-Yes, it is somewhere.
-Perhaps, also you have clotheslines, haven't you?
-And what? What does that have to do with the matter, we spoke about? - Just a little more here and Lena would guess what is it about, but Nadya turned out ahead of her:
-So let's I tie you reliably, then thrash you with the jump-rope as a Sidorov's goat so that tomorrow it will be hurt to sit. Maybe the masochist inclination will come to light inside you, which was hidden in the subconscious, will not do it?
-It will not come to light. I already did it in my mind. This is not my scene.
-It's good that it's not yours. Precisely in such a manner I would act with a friendess who dare to seduce my husband. If because of his cheating I feel the mental pain, then let her feel the physical pain for this. I would feel sorry to kill or to cripple my friendess, scratching her eyes, but I gladly would cause her a severe pain without any harm to the health.
-Are you scaring me? But I am a brave one. Do it, otherwise I'll prevent you from sleeping.
-Do you really say this?
Instead an answer, Lena switched on. Albert almost was late to change the hideout In about five minutes she has found the jump-rope and clotheslines.
-Everything is ready, my friendess.
-Do it! Otherwise, I continue to bother and interfere your sleeping.
-Well then hold on! And don't offence.
-I myself wanted it, - Lena answered a little diffidently.
Albert didn't see, but heard very well what it was occurring. The preparations were lasting during about three minutes else. Finally, he heard his wife's voice again:
-Don't you have changed your mind?
-Note I do nothing mindlessly.
-Well. Then hold on!
The first whistle and swats onto the bare body sounded. Then the swats rained one by one. That was whistling like Nadya spanked without any compassion for her, and Lena was patient like a spartan girl. Just Albert has been ready to appreciate this patience, but suddenly a complaining shout sounded. Lena thirty years old yelped and howled like any schoolgirl under the switch.
-It's enough. I see you don't like it. Why did you ask to do it?
At once, Lena became quiet, took a deep breath a few times and hurriedly wiped away her tears. Just Nadya untied her, she began to stare at Nadya.
-What an angry woman you are, Nadya! Angry, but not a sadist. Just you got tired of me.
-Forgive me. What we are actually doing?
-Come on. Just you have serviced me according to my asking. I am worrying because of another thing. The punishment is childish, but so it hurts. What if I would be really tortured? I could not stand it. What a scary living! How terrible!
-Look, you need a psychiatrist. Why you're scared? Who needs to harm you? Who will torture you?
-Don't you see? Is it me who has invented the murder of Sveta's boyfriend? Who from are you hiding in my home?
-What you got to do with them? This is not a part of your deal.
-If you turned out in the danger, why the same thing cannot occur me? Just you believe, a little, in presentiment, don't you?
-Everything is good in moderation, but you exaggerate everything. What occurs to you the last half year? From a shy and demure girl you transform in a psychopath. On the other hand, your erudition, your intellect now has become very visible. Before, thanks to your shyness, to say frankly, you were like a countrified woman. But now soon you will be like my Albert. It would be good, however, with this, the evil, cruelty and fear was added. I feel them inside you. What's going on with you?
-You ask me as during interrogation, but even I myself cannot understand.
-I advise you like a friend, keep your mind under the control. I may not advise you seriously to go to a psychiatrist. They are botchers from the soviet power. They spoiled a lot of human lives! However, yourself, do something. Take some anti anxiety pills. Meet with us more often.
Lena knew that there is no psychic disease was ahead of her, but quite real fear provoked by quite real dangers. Already she has begun to guess, that she "knows too much". Three persons know about it: Kashin, Skolopendrin and Batogov. However, they have learned this through her. She had betrayed Albert, whom yet she loved before. She had betrayed him once more, when she incited the neighbors against him. Now she betrays her friendesses, reporting all the details about them, all their desires and thoughts. Soon she will exhaust everything and her chiefs will not need her anymore. Then they will kill her. In what a manner? If a childish punishment made her shout because of the pain, then how she will meet the death?
At the expense of the felt pain from the spanking with the jump-rope, she was going to ascertain, whether her friendess possesses the sadistic inclination. The friendess is all right, but what about herself? She was astonished, how some people can enjoy from this, although recently he has learned to understand the nature, its great diversity, mutually exclusive needs of different kinds: something useful for one may be lethal for another. After the trial under the jump-rope, the fear and the premonition of death only became greater. The death of a small number of the cells and the panic signals to the brain about it, which are considered like the pain, these things have reminded her more clearly about the quite probable and soon death of the whole body, also, it's possible, including the soul. She have merited all this. Like Judas, she had betrayed the friends and the lover. She doesn't know what she has brought upon them. The Lord saw everything, and the unavoidable retribution is around the corner. But He is merciful. She heard about this. He is able to forgive.
Finally, the boil, which drew to a head in the soul, now it has been burst. Lena leaped out of the bed and fell to her knees, hysterically yelling and repeating:
-Oh Lord, forgive me! Forgive me, I am so unworthy. Lord! Do something. Say, what I must do. Show me the right way. Teach me what to do.
Nadezhda leaped out of the bed after her to console her. Lena's shoulders were shuddering with crying. She didn't pay attention to the friend, but lamented loudly and unskillfully tried to pray. She would like to confess everything to all the friends and Albert and this wasn't a drunken escapade. The consciousness was clear and she knew that their conversation is tapped with a high probability, and fully appreciated, if the friends know too much, they will be killed too. When she got calm, but still stood on her knees, Nadezhda's voice at first scared, then almost made laugh her and Albert, who was hiding and heard everything:
-I've understood, what is the matter with you. You got involved with the drug trafficking. You not only sold, but also tasted something because of the curiosity. You are in withdrawal now. Abstinence syndrome. What do you need? However, perhaps, you cannot say it.
-Cocaine.
-Though better than the heroin or morphine. I heard somewhere that in is almost impossible to quit being on drugs of the opium.
-Don't worry about me. God will help me. Although I don't know in what manner, but I must believe.
-I worry about Albert and suppose then he goes in for the same things. Now he has more money and he takes the rucksack only to travel, not to sell newspapers. He takes trips he says that leaves for some cities.
-What cities for?
-Different. He says as if he visited a lot of cities in the European part of Russia. For my point, there isn't a difference, he leaves whether for Voronezh or Arkhangelsk, for your point all the more, I think.
-Likely, he made new friends. Did he bring home someone?
Yet two minutes before, he felt, perhaps, he will have to interrupt the conversation. A few times he still changed hiding places and now he was staying hidden in the kitchen. There was tweezers on the table with an old-fashioned mirror. This tweezers reminded him an incident in his far childhood. An electrical outlet, being situated near, came just in time.
-It depends, whom to name a friend. Those who sold the newspapers, they never came. Former friends were told to go away, because he became disappointed...
In this instant a loud crack sounded in the apartment and the sparks flew from the outlet. The women became quiet, but in a minute Lena's voice explained:
-Nadya, don't be afraid. This is only the short circuit. Tomorrow I will change the fuses and if it repeats, I will have to call an electrician. Now let's sleep.
-I want to sleep too. Good night.
-Good night.
In a few minutes, ensuring that the girlfriends fell asleep, Albert teleported into Sveta's apartment again. Strange, but everything was on their places if disregard the broken glass in the window of the balcony. No traces of the fight. Also, the exit door was not broken, therefore the bandits opened the door for the submachine gunners and surrendered voluntarily. He was going to look at the door from outside, in what degree it is broken, but looking in the peephole he saw the two agents with the headphones and antennas. Certainly, they heard not the "heavy metal" or something similar one. Albert decided to go away, mainly not to give an additional information to the enemy.
In the Valya's flat the apartment mistress and her guest in the chaste manner slept in the different beds. He got worried because of the stayed at home documents, but after appearing at home in the bathroom, he made sure that all right. No agents were, neither at home, nor near the apartment. Only now he felt he wanted to sleep very much. After putting the documents in different pockets, Albert lay down on the sofa, being just in a cloak, and took off only his shoes. In his dreams he killed enemies, saved innocents and gained victories one by one.
Next chapter: http://la-flagellation.blogspot.ru/2018/01/chapter-3-steeplechase-part-2.html
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