-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
To the beginning of the novel in Russian: http://www.proza.ru/2010/01/07/233
-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
To the beginning of the novel in Russian: http://www.proza.ru/2010/01/07/233
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