Albert long ago have understood who he deals with. He understood it from the moment, when the gift of Paul, "Walter", was applied for the first time. Of course, being in his heyday, he was able to think not worse than Paul, who in spite of his age could very skillfully calculate a situation, but thought slowly and doubted his own decision if it was adopted quickly. Albert understood that Kashin with his assistants already left and approximately he knew where they were going by car now. There weren't reasons to keep here too powerful security, but with these ones Albert himself is able to win, disappearing and appearing and shooting to kill and after this to disappear again. However, for greater effectiveness the actions must be coordinated. The last idea made him teleport in Krasnoyarsk region.
Olesya, as usual, left for skiing, this time with Nadya. The old Paul was going to come home any minute. He really "arose" in about five minutes. Albert reported the situation.
-In such a case we have to act together. Regarding your parents' names, I know them. This time it is my turn to knock on the door and ask about their health. You already were seen by this turnkey.
-However, what a way you get there?
-Did you forget how we met at the first time? How I called you. How I watched every place of your possible visit, have you forgotten?
-Then let's ponder how will we act.
In ten minutes everything was decided, and Albert was filling his gun by the cartridges were not enough. Soon they both appeared near the dacha. Old Paul came up to the gate, failed to find the doorbell and began to knock. Albert watched from a shelter what is going on.
-What do you need? Is it with the butt to the head?
-Excuse me. Recently, I've arrived in my dacha and now I would like to meet my neighbors. I know them. They live in this house.
The narrow gate opened. The guard showed his certificate right in front of the old man's face.
-How many times I have to repeat to everyone. Temporarily, it is forbidden to come in. Don't you see? This is the Federal Security Service, okay? Security! Understood? Do you want I help you to get pushed into shit, like a shit cat?
-Excuse me, but I suppose that you have better to wipe your ass with your fake certificate.
-What?! You dare...
A shot rang out from behind the fir and enraged shout of the guard transformed into a howl. Albert was wondering, how the old man succeeded to grab the machine gun so quickly, and at the same moment he threw it to Albert.
-Throwing, be careful. All the way we dreamed of an accident. Lie down!..
The old man immediately reacted at the command and fell in the snow. They felt awful because of the deafening stutter of the machine gun. A few of bullets whistled passing. The door of the cellar blew shut as suddenly as before it had opened. Albert with the machine gun at once teleported into the cellar behind the type just was shooting, he smote him with a short gunfire and immediately looked back. After the daylight, his eyes failed to see at once, but he recognized Sveta's voice:
-Alik, help us. Beware!
He saw the two women hung on the guard's arm, screeching and attempting to deprive him of the machine gun. The guard pushed them and they fell, but at the same time the machine gun slipped from his hands away. Lena jumped up in time, attempting to hit him in the ball sack. Apparently, the attempt was succeeded only halfway, however, the time was gained. The guard could not reach the machine gun, because Albert was holding him at gunpoint.
-If you shoot, these bitches will get too, by the ricochet. A lot of bullets, a large probability, - the guard pronounced it in a threatening manner.
Using a short Albert's embarrassment, he suddenly pulled a grenade from the bosom, and screamed with a hysterical voice:
-We everyone will explode! We everyone will croak! Go away, otherwise I'll blow up everyone, including myself!
There was no time to ponder, but in the moments of this kind everything automatically occurs. Albert only noticed that the pin still is not pulled. The thinking took place without any words, but being translated, it would sound like this:
"Lord! Please don't let's mistake, please don't let me miss the target..."
Immediately Albert disappeared and at once appeared behind the enemy, then he wounded from his pistol the enemy's holding the grenade arm. The arm had swung down as a pendulum. Albert grabbed the grenade and directed the pepper spray into enemy's eyes. In spite of this, screaming, the guard grabbed his wounded arm, without clutching his eyes. Everyone was inside started to cough with the tears in the eyes. During the noise, no one heard a shot sounded above, on the ground.
But Albert gave a shout: "Be patient! Don't come out. It's very dangerous!" Providently, he teleported beyond the yard, near the narrow gate. Carefully creeping toward the opened gate, he saw his turned pale mother and father who came out on the porch. Old Paul was standing with the pistol in his hand near a lying guard who was smitten by him and kept asking:
-Is it exact, nobody is at home? They are able to kill Albert, your son.
-Certainly, no. He was the only who guarded us at home. Heard the noise, he came out on the porch and you've shot at him from the shelter, - the father answered.
-My God! I lived to see this! - the mother grieved.
-Paul, that's me! - Albert gave a shout. In the cellar I've disarmed two of them. The wenches are there. Is there someone else?
-Did you really become murderer now? - his mother with horror asked.
-Did you dream they would kill us both? They are criminals! So... Faster! Everyone! Into the house! It's dangerous to be standing like this!
Being sure, everyone has obeyed him, including old Paul, Albert rushed to open the cellar from the outside. He shoved a new, unfamiliar deadbolt but the door still was locked. He had to teleport inside.
-I've opened the deadbolt from outside, but I couldn't open the door.
-Take the key, I've pulled from him, - a woman's voice answered, coughing. The gas, released from the can, forced to cough, stung the eyes. Finally, the door was opened.
-Come out in turn. Leave the machine gun and don't touch it. It may shoot. And at once into the house. Into the house! Don't stand in the yard!
In a few of minutes, it became clear out of the conversation with Albert's parents that there is not of efficient adversaries at home anymore. It seemed, all of them were alive, but with graved wounds. The parents told them, often being horrified and distracted to exclaim and complaint, that three chiefs had left the area by the same black car "Volga". When they described these chiefs, everything became clear. They were Kashin, Skolopendrin and Batogov. The parents remembered even the number of the boring black car, always was standing in the yard.
-Ah! I'm going to piss myself! - Lena exclaimed inappropriately. - I'll piss myself now! She abruptly sat down on the sofa, laughing uproariously and hysterically. The tears ran from her eyes, but she continued wildly to laugh, wriggling. Valya approached to her and with all her might she slapped her cheeks two times:
-Lena! Wake up!
She ceased to laugh and stared at her friend, as if astonishing.
-We are saved! They've saved us, either Albert, or Renald with his friend.
-Valya. There is no any Renald! He is the only! No one brother twin exists! Albert, he is the only! - suddenly she was embraced by the second fit of laughter, yet more hysterical than the first one.
-Girls! - Albert exclaimed. - There are a few of pieces of wire. Let's take them and push her on the floor and whip her with wire till blood, in order it would hurt to sit down. Saying this, he winked them with his right eye.
-That's right, - the two girl friends affirmed.
-Either we tie her to the desk, or there is a bench? - Valya asked.
-In fact, we have to thrash her! Let's do it! - Sveta approved merrily. Albert clearly saw her eyes shone with joy. He smiled, remembering that soon she has to get acquainted with Olesya, embraced by the same passion.
-Girls. Don't do. I calm down already. Do you know, what these scoundrels promised? As if today returning, they will torture her to death during a few of hours in front of us. And if she don't tell, where are Nadya and Albert, they will torture us by the same way. It's understandable, she is pretty hysterical now, - Valya explained with an anxious voice.
-Nevertheless, they are criminals or the FSB? - Albert father asked.
-To consider from the legal point, they are colleagues of the FSB who had violated their statute and created an illegal "left" department without reporting to the superiors, - Albert explained, - however, thanks to a valuable data they had gained, one may expect that superiors will try to turn a blind eye to the crimes as well as possible. Even if it's impossible to leave these facts without court and jail, the superiors will take advantage the possibility to get information and wash their hands, as if the institution does not engage in these deals.
-However, what crimes they had committed?
-Take a look at these pale Nadya's friends with the rattled nerves. They held them illegally in the unheated cellar, they had to sleep on the dirt floor and it still is unknown whether it affected the health negatively or no. And they hadn't any right to hold you and my mother under house arrest and rebuild the fence around the house. Maybe, to see from your point, all this is a nonsense, nevertheless, today they were going to torture this girl till the death in front of the rest. The only Lord knows, what would be if we haven't interfered.
-But one cannot by the only his own force to fight against a state institution, - the mother retorted. - You had better to turn with a complaint to their superiors.
-They had left for Moscow, because their superior, Major General, called them, using the radio. I possess an exact data, he knows about women illegally imprisoned and staying in the mortal danger and he didn't wish to do anything to save them. His subordinate asked him: "Do we wash our hands in which case?" And he answered: "You are such an astute one".
-Where did you take this data from?
-From a camel, - Albert answered, using a Russian pun. - Don't worry about me. I'll get out, I guarantee! Think about yourself. I'll bring a car here and pay for the journey. Urgently go to Moscow. Here are a few phone numbers. It' necessary to attract support of the human rights organizations, - Albert took a notebook, tore out a few of sheet and was writing something. - Here are addresses to tell everything, as it occurred and you've better to visit everyone, so it would be more reliable. It will save you, though they don't need you. They need me. This yet good, because under the Soviet power they would charge you of the complicity in banditry and in armed attacks against officers the KGB. But now they don't need you. Anyway, they will evade the publicity and will not to aggravate the situation.
-Oh, Lord! What a life is going! - His mother didn't calm down.
-By the way, you have remembered the Lord in time. "Repent and believe the good news!"
Unfortunately, the last words at all didn't console his mother.
-Soon I'll get the car. Wait for it.
Albert saw, the old man was standing, turning aside.
-Let's go, Paul. We've better together to do it.
Just as they entered into the forest, at once Albert explained:
-I take the first car for my parents, you take the second one for the wenches. Let's climb over together to the turn-off from the highway to this place.
They both disappeared and appeared in five miles from here, near an exit from the highway Moscow-Uglich.
-Do you know, your parents will have to help the investigation with a sketch of me? That's why I turned aside. In order the image of me would be less clear. I understand them. They are right from the point of their level of development, and it's impossible to do anything against this.
-I'm aware. And they will never go in America at any price. However, I'll succeed to direct them to the addresses I've given them. Otherwise, if they let it go, it would be dangerous for them. Regarding these three types, I'll blow them up. I got this grenade at just the right time. I got it in the cellar from the enemy.
-We have done something wrong, - the old man answered. - We risked as in war, though we could pass without things like this. Everything is good what finishes well. They say, success is never blamed, but it doesn't mean we always will be have such a luck. Remember the second temptation of Christ, that's to jump from the temple wing. You may consider we have done. We fought. We got the baptism by fire.
-I'll blow them up without any risk for me. I have to become a killer.
-God is your judge, but you have better don't give them a chance. That devil near the narrow gate, he almost killed us with the fusillade. Thanks God. He has saved us. I didn't say to you at your parents' presence: he is dead. We have to sooner evacuate everyone of us away from this country.
-We will do.
Soon Albert took a car. After receiving one hundred dollars as an advance, the driver with pleasure started to lead the car to the dacha settlement. The parents were leaving, being upset not only because of everything has taken place, but also because Albert didn't want to leave together. Just as they had left the settlement, they met a car, which went in the opposite direction. It seemed them, as if near the driver the same old man sat, who helped Albert to fight against the state servants. May be it was not him. They doubted. They didn't suspect that now the released captives are rolling now, following them on the Uglich highway.
According to Albert's calculating, the three main adversaries now were approaching by car to the village Verigino. He didn't mistake, choosing a place a few miles closer than Verigino to Moscow, where the road was winding through the forest. He already have "climbed over" home in his apartment with broken windows in Perlovka to take his binoculars. Now he saw them. No doubt. He ran aside into the forest and teleported else about a third of a mile to the South. The tensions were increasing. Now he felt the awful power of the teleportation. Those who hunted him, now they themselves have become defenceless wildfowls. Just as the black car appeared coming around the corner, the grenade, being already without the pin had flown into it. They failed to do anything. Albert thought there is not necessary to lie down and he had teleported back, a third of a mile to the North and started to approach the car by foot. Road curve inexorably was approaching. Further than the curve was, a terrible picture of the burning car opened. Not without difficulty, Albert forced himself to approach closer. The black silhouettes of those who a few minutes ago were persons, now they didn't give any sign of life. There were no doubts, if there are some documents, in this flame everything will be burned to ashes. He felt terrible, but there was a cause to distract.
In Moscow, Sankt-Petersburg and Kiev Albert visited a few of sport shops he knows. Finally, in Kiev he found an appropriate four-person tent. At planned time he took an observing point. Soon passed the car he knew, it's with the parents. They were continuing their way to Moscow. Soon appeared the car with women, it has braked. The women payed and came out. The driver turned and rode back. The women began to turn around, marvelling but suddenly they noticed Albert with a big rucksack. Also, he was holding three small rucksacks in his hands. He gave them to the three friends.
Now they began to catch a car already to the west direction. In an hour they succeeded. When they reached the place and began to pitch the tent on the snow, it started to get dark. Yet he had to "fly" for the sleeping bags. Albert decided to reach from a shop in Sankt-Petersburg the closest entrance into the building and tried to "climb over" with one sleeping bag to the same forest, but he failed. Then he had to climb into every sleeping bag right in shoes, and only in such a case he succeeded to teleport. When Albert climbed in the fourth sleeping bag, by chance, a man come in the entrance, who was walking up the stairs home. The passer-by, seeing a man who is standing on the stairs within the sleeping bag, being in winter clothes and right in shoes, he long and amazedly looked back then went faster into his flat to share the news. However, Albert decided to honor nobody else with such a show and he had teleported away, just as the door into that flat was closed.
-Are we ready to stand this? - Valya asked. - Today at night, the forecast was till up to twenty degrees of a frost.
-With our equipment, it will be a little cold, but warmer than in the cellar you spent the nights. The equipment, especially the feather sleeping bags, which are designed to sleep in the freezing cold.
Valya already was explained that Albert is the only one and no lookalike Renald exists. The remorse beset her again. Also, Lena was preoccupied with thoughts about her former betrayal she would like to repent. She wanted to apologize, but she didn't know how to start. Everyone behaved as if it was all right. However, in the greatest degree the three women were astonished because of Albert's focuses of disappearing and reappearing again.
-What a way you do so? - Sveta was the first who asked.
-If you learn it, the World Disaster will approach. Doesn't it enough of adventures for you? You still aren't aware that the main our enemies' target to learn how to do so.
-They wanted yet to learn who is connected with you and whether it's possible succeed to find a secret laboratory, following and watching you. In one of the "safe houses", a recruited cop affirmed, as if some old man in other cities, being detained as a vagabond often disappeared away from the cells, but the doors and windows stayed intact. Also, at the place of his duty, that's in the metro station "Komsomolskaya" a few of witnesses affirmed that they saw a similar old "invisible man" and over there some strange things sometimes occurred, which were connected with him.
-Congratulations to you, daring, mischievous and accessible girl! Now you've become our agent and you have no reason to switch back.
The other two girl friends were wondering, hearing such a strange appeal to her.
-Forgive me for everything, - finally, Lena could pronounce.
-We will punish, then forgive, - old Paul said, joking and smiling, while he was approaching to them. - That's what, wenches. During a few of days you have to live in the forest. When all around will calm down, I'll make up you so, even your mothers could not recognize you. Still, I'm a former actor and I can do it. And you will go by train, in the same compartment to a safe place. Already, I've found an apartment.
-Do we have to hide during the whole life now? - Valya asked.
-However, do you want to be jailed? Also, instead jail you, they may force you to work for them and when they don't need you anymore, they will not to kill you openly, as Kashin was going to do, but they will nice and calmly arrange an accident or a criminal case. Is it better from your point? Don't worry, beauties. I will try in order you wouldn't become eternal refugees. Also, his wife Nadya is hidden with my help, - he turned, pointing to Albert, - and there is more a girl. That's clear, you will get along, for you belong the same thing - the old man said smiling and turning to Sveta. - Albert, let it be a nice surprise for her.
-I've understood, - Albert answered, smiling.
Everyone started to bring the boughs, therefore the campfire was made quite quickly.
-Well, it's becoming more merrily now, - Valya said, and she only was going to propose to sing, but Sveta's voice already has outstripped all the rest:
An unknown star shines in the sky.
We again are torn from our home.
And at once everyone has caught up:
We're divided by the airfield lights,
And large cities lie between left alone...
To the end of the song a joyful feeling embraced everyone. Albert called Paul aside and shared a thought:
-Today, I've croaked four ones, one of them is killed in his back from the machine-gun. And regarding the rest of three, I blew them up with a grenade. And I wonder at myself: I sing songs with the girls, as if nothing occurred.
-You are not a criminal, but a warrior, and today we won. You've got your first baptism by fire, therefore everything is natural.
That time in Moscow Paukov already was informed about Kashin's death, also, about the death of the two accomplices of his shady transaction. Kovalev was sitting in his office, trembling like a leaf and the General was walking back and forth and exclaiming:
-Idiots! Now they are blown up as fishes and all data are buried with them together! What the hell, to irritate someone who holds a huge force in his hand?! Couldn't they sneak up on them, carefully, being invisible? He might blow up a half of Moscow because of his sluts! And you, fool, do you want it? Because you proposed to get posters up all over city for them, as for dangerous offenders!
-No excuse, uncle Kesha.
-I'm not uncle Kesha anymore, but comrade Major-General!
-Oh! Oh! Who is under the desk!
-Fucking bullshit!!!
Old Paul, at once appearing in the taiga "from nothing" without any witnesses, crying from laughing, he was approaching to his Siberian home.
It still isn't the end but almost.
The novel was written from January 1 to July 13 in 2000.
What was going on farther: http://la-flagellation.blogspot.ru/2018/02/postscript-to-novel-teleportation-or.html
Olesya, as usual, left for skiing, this time with Nadya. The old Paul was going to come home any minute. He really "arose" in about five minutes. Albert reported the situation.
-In such a case we have to act together. Regarding your parents' names, I know them. This time it is my turn to knock on the door and ask about their health. You already were seen by this turnkey.
-However, what a way you get there?
-Did you forget how we met at the first time? How I called you. How I watched every place of your possible visit, have you forgotten?
-Then let's ponder how will we act.
In ten minutes everything was decided, and Albert was filling his gun by the cartridges were not enough. Soon they both appeared near the dacha. Old Paul came up to the gate, failed to find the doorbell and began to knock. Albert watched from a shelter what is going on.
-What do you need? Is it with the butt to the head?
-Excuse me. Recently, I've arrived in my dacha and now I would like to meet my neighbors. I know them. They live in this house.
The narrow gate opened. The guard showed his certificate right in front of the old man's face.
-How many times I have to repeat to everyone. Temporarily, it is forbidden to come in. Don't you see? This is the Federal Security Service, okay? Security! Understood? Do you want I help you to get pushed into shit, like a shit cat?
-Excuse me, but I suppose that you have better to wipe your ass with your fake certificate.
-What?! You dare...
A shot rang out from behind the fir and enraged shout of the guard transformed into a howl. Albert was wondering, how the old man succeeded to grab the machine gun so quickly, and at the same moment he threw it to Albert.
-Throwing, be careful. All the way we dreamed of an accident. Lie down!..
The old man immediately reacted at the command and fell in the snow. They felt awful because of the deafening stutter of the machine gun. A few of bullets whistled passing. The door of the cellar blew shut as suddenly as before it had opened. Albert with the machine gun at once teleported into the cellar behind the type just was shooting, he smote him with a short gunfire and immediately looked back. After the daylight, his eyes failed to see at once, but he recognized Sveta's voice:
-Alik, help us. Beware!
He saw the two women hung on the guard's arm, screeching and attempting to deprive him of the machine gun. The guard pushed them and they fell, but at the same time the machine gun slipped from his hands away. Lena jumped up in time, attempting to hit him in the ball sack. Apparently, the attempt was succeeded only halfway, however, the time was gained. The guard could not reach the machine gun, because Albert was holding him at gunpoint.
-If you shoot, these bitches will get too, by the ricochet. A lot of bullets, a large probability, - the guard pronounced it in a threatening manner.
Using a short Albert's embarrassment, he suddenly pulled a grenade from the bosom, and screamed with a hysterical voice:
-We everyone will explode! We everyone will croak! Go away, otherwise I'll blow up everyone, including myself!
There was no time to ponder, but in the moments of this kind everything automatically occurs. Albert only noticed that the pin still is not pulled. The thinking took place without any words, but being translated, it would sound like this:
"Lord! Please don't let's mistake, please don't let me miss the target..."
Immediately Albert disappeared and at once appeared behind the enemy, then he wounded from his pistol the enemy's holding the grenade arm. The arm had swung down as a pendulum. Albert grabbed the grenade and directed the pepper spray into enemy's eyes. In spite of this, screaming, the guard grabbed his wounded arm, without clutching his eyes. Everyone was inside started to cough with the tears in the eyes. During the noise, no one heard a shot sounded above, on the ground.
But Albert gave a shout: "Be patient! Don't come out. It's very dangerous!" Providently, he teleported beyond the yard, near the narrow gate. Carefully creeping toward the opened gate, he saw his turned pale mother and father who came out on the porch. Old Paul was standing with the pistol in his hand near a lying guard who was smitten by him and kept asking:
-Is it exact, nobody is at home? They are able to kill Albert, your son.
-Certainly, no. He was the only who guarded us at home. Heard the noise, he came out on the porch and you've shot at him from the shelter, - the father answered.
-My God! I lived to see this! - the mother grieved.
-Paul, that's me! - Albert gave a shout. In the cellar I've disarmed two of them. The wenches are there. Is there someone else?
-Did you really become murderer now? - his mother with horror asked.
-Did you dream they would kill us both? They are criminals! So... Faster! Everyone! Into the house! It's dangerous to be standing like this!
Being sure, everyone has obeyed him, including old Paul, Albert rushed to open the cellar from the outside. He shoved a new, unfamiliar deadbolt but the door still was locked. He had to teleport inside.
-I've opened the deadbolt from outside, but I couldn't open the door.
-Take the key, I've pulled from him, - a woman's voice answered, coughing. The gas, released from the can, forced to cough, stung the eyes. Finally, the door was opened.
-Come out in turn. Leave the machine gun and don't touch it. It may shoot. And at once into the house. Into the house! Don't stand in the yard!
In a few of minutes, it became clear out of the conversation with Albert's parents that there is not of efficient adversaries at home anymore. It seemed, all of them were alive, but with graved wounds. The parents told them, often being horrified and distracted to exclaim and complaint, that three chiefs had left the area by the same black car "Volga". When they described these chiefs, everything became clear. They were Kashin, Skolopendrin and Batogov. The parents remembered even the number of the boring black car, always was standing in the yard.
-Ah! I'm going to piss myself! - Lena exclaimed inappropriately. - I'll piss myself now! She abruptly sat down on the sofa, laughing uproariously and hysterically. The tears ran from her eyes, but she continued wildly to laugh, wriggling. Valya approached to her and with all her might she slapped her cheeks two times:
-Lena! Wake up!
She ceased to laugh and stared at her friend, as if astonishing.
-We are saved! They've saved us, either Albert, or Renald with his friend.
-Valya. There is no any Renald! He is the only! No one brother twin exists! Albert, he is the only! - suddenly she was embraced by the second fit of laughter, yet more hysterical than the first one.
-Girls! - Albert exclaimed. - There are a few of pieces of wire. Let's take them and push her on the floor and whip her with wire till blood, in order it would hurt to sit down. Saying this, he winked them with his right eye.
-That's right, - the two girl friends affirmed.
-Either we tie her to the desk, or there is a bench? - Valya asked.
-In fact, we have to thrash her! Let's do it! - Sveta approved merrily. Albert clearly saw her eyes shone with joy. He smiled, remembering that soon she has to get acquainted with Olesya, embraced by the same passion.
-Girls. Don't do. I calm down already. Do you know, what these scoundrels promised? As if today returning, they will torture her to death during a few of hours in front of us. And if she don't tell, where are Nadya and Albert, they will torture us by the same way. It's understandable, she is pretty hysterical now, - Valya explained with an anxious voice.
-Nevertheless, they are criminals or the FSB? - Albert father asked.
-To consider from the legal point, they are colleagues of the FSB who had violated their statute and created an illegal "left" department without reporting to the superiors, - Albert explained, - however, thanks to a valuable data they had gained, one may expect that superiors will try to turn a blind eye to the crimes as well as possible. Even if it's impossible to leave these facts without court and jail, the superiors will take advantage the possibility to get information and wash their hands, as if the institution does not engage in these deals.
-However, what crimes they had committed?
-Take a look at these pale Nadya's friends with the rattled nerves. They held them illegally in the unheated cellar, they had to sleep on the dirt floor and it still is unknown whether it affected the health negatively or no. And they hadn't any right to hold you and my mother under house arrest and rebuild the fence around the house. Maybe, to see from your point, all this is a nonsense, nevertheless, today they were going to torture this girl till the death in front of the rest. The only Lord knows, what would be if we haven't interfered.
-But one cannot by the only his own force to fight against a state institution, - the mother retorted. - You had better to turn with a complaint to their superiors.
-They had left for Moscow, because their superior, Major General, called them, using the radio. I possess an exact data, he knows about women illegally imprisoned and staying in the mortal danger and he didn't wish to do anything to save them. His subordinate asked him: "Do we wash our hands in which case?" And he answered: "You are such an astute one".
-Where did you take this data from?
-From a camel, - Albert answered, using a Russian pun. - Don't worry about me. I'll get out, I guarantee! Think about yourself. I'll bring a car here and pay for the journey. Urgently go to Moscow. Here are a few phone numbers. It' necessary to attract support of the human rights organizations, - Albert took a notebook, tore out a few of sheet and was writing something. - Here are addresses to tell everything, as it occurred and you've better to visit everyone, so it would be more reliable. It will save you, though they don't need you. They need me. This yet good, because under the Soviet power they would charge you of the complicity in banditry and in armed attacks against officers the KGB. But now they don't need you. Anyway, they will evade the publicity and will not to aggravate the situation.
-Oh, Lord! What a life is going! - His mother didn't calm down.
-By the way, you have remembered the Lord in time. "Repent and believe the good news!"
Unfortunately, the last words at all didn't console his mother.
-Soon I'll get the car. Wait for it.
Albert saw, the old man was standing, turning aside.
-Let's go, Paul. We've better together to do it.
Just as they entered into the forest, at once Albert explained:
-I take the first car for my parents, you take the second one for the wenches. Let's climb over together to the turn-off from the highway to this place.
They both disappeared and appeared in five miles from here, near an exit from the highway Moscow-Uglich.
-Do you know, your parents will have to help the investigation with a sketch of me? That's why I turned aside. In order the image of me would be less clear. I understand them. They are right from the point of their level of development, and it's impossible to do anything against this.
-I'm aware. And they will never go in America at any price. However, I'll succeed to direct them to the addresses I've given them. Otherwise, if they let it go, it would be dangerous for them. Regarding these three types, I'll blow them up. I got this grenade at just the right time. I got it in the cellar from the enemy.
-We have done something wrong, - the old man answered. - We risked as in war, though we could pass without things like this. Everything is good what finishes well. They say, success is never blamed, but it doesn't mean we always will be have such a luck. Remember the second temptation of Christ, that's to jump from the temple wing. You may consider we have done. We fought. We got the baptism by fire.
-I'll blow them up without any risk for me. I have to become a killer.
-God is your judge, but you have better don't give them a chance. That devil near the narrow gate, he almost killed us with the fusillade. Thanks God. He has saved us. I didn't say to you at your parents' presence: he is dead. We have to sooner evacuate everyone of us away from this country.
-We will do.
Soon Albert took a car. After receiving one hundred dollars as an advance, the driver with pleasure started to lead the car to the dacha settlement. The parents were leaving, being upset not only because of everything has taken place, but also because Albert didn't want to leave together. Just as they had left the settlement, they met a car, which went in the opposite direction. It seemed them, as if near the driver the same old man sat, who helped Albert to fight against the state servants. May be it was not him. They doubted. They didn't suspect that now the released captives are rolling now, following them on the Uglich highway.
According to Albert's calculating, the three main adversaries now were approaching by car to the village Verigino. He didn't mistake, choosing a place a few miles closer than Verigino to Moscow, where the road was winding through the forest. He already have "climbed over" home in his apartment with broken windows in Perlovka to take his binoculars. Now he saw them. No doubt. He ran aside into the forest and teleported else about a third of a mile to the South. The tensions were increasing. Now he felt the awful power of the teleportation. Those who hunted him, now they themselves have become defenceless wildfowls. Just as the black car appeared coming around the corner, the grenade, being already without the pin had flown into it. They failed to do anything. Albert thought there is not necessary to lie down and he had teleported back, a third of a mile to the North and started to approach the car by foot. Road curve inexorably was approaching. Further than the curve was, a terrible picture of the burning car opened. Not without difficulty, Albert forced himself to approach closer. The black silhouettes of those who a few minutes ago were persons, now they didn't give any sign of life. There were no doubts, if there are some documents, in this flame everything will be burned to ashes. He felt terrible, but there was a cause to distract.
In Moscow, Sankt-Petersburg and Kiev Albert visited a few of sport shops he knows. Finally, in Kiev he found an appropriate four-person tent. At planned time he took an observing point. Soon passed the car he knew, it's with the parents. They were continuing their way to Moscow. Soon appeared the car with women, it has braked. The women payed and came out. The driver turned and rode back. The women began to turn around, marvelling but suddenly they noticed Albert with a big rucksack. Also, he was holding three small rucksacks in his hands. He gave them to the three friends.
Now they began to catch a car already to the west direction. In an hour they succeeded. When they reached the place and began to pitch the tent on the snow, it started to get dark. Yet he had to "fly" for the sleeping bags. Albert decided to reach from a shop in Sankt-Petersburg the closest entrance into the building and tried to "climb over" with one sleeping bag to the same forest, but he failed. Then he had to climb into every sleeping bag right in shoes, and only in such a case he succeeded to teleport. When Albert climbed in the fourth sleeping bag, by chance, a man come in the entrance, who was walking up the stairs home. The passer-by, seeing a man who is standing on the stairs within the sleeping bag, being in winter clothes and right in shoes, he long and amazedly looked back then went faster into his flat to share the news. However, Albert decided to honor nobody else with such a show and he had teleported away, just as the door into that flat was closed.
-Are we ready to stand this? - Valya asked. - Today at night, the forecast was till up to twenty degrees of a frost.
-With our equipment, it will be a little cold, but warmer than in the cellar you spent the nights. The equipment, especially the feather sleeping bags, which are designed to sleep in the freezing cold.
Valya already was explained that Albert is the only one and no lookalike Renald exists. The remorse beset her again. Also, Lena was preoccupied with thoughts about her former betrayal she would like to repent. She wanted to apologize, but she didn't know how to start. Everyone behaved as if it was all right. However, in the greatest degree the three women were astonished because of Albert's focuses of disappearing and reappearing again.
-What a way you do so? - Sveta was the first who asked.
-If you learn it, the World Disaster will approach. Doesn't it enough of adventures for you? You still aren't aware that the main our enemies' target to learn how to do so.
-They wanted yet to learn who is connected with you and whether it's possible succeed to find a secret laboratory, following and watching you. In one of the "safe houses", a recruited cop affirmed, as if some old man in other cities, being detained as a vagabond often disappeared away from the cells, but the doors and windows stayed intact. Also, at the place of his duty, that's in the metro station "Komsomolskaya" a few of witnesses affirmed that they saw a similar old "invisible man" and over there some strange things sometimes occurred, which were connected with him.
-Congratulations to you, daring, mischievous and accessible girl! Now you've become our agent and you have no reason to switch back.
The other two girl friends were wondering, hearing such a strange appeal to her.
-Forgive me for everything, - finally, Lena could pronounce.
-We will punish, then forgive, - old Paul said, joking and smiling, while he was approaching to them. - That's what, wenches. During a few of days you have to live in the forest. When all around will calm down, I'll make up you so, even your mothers could not recognize you. Still, I'm a former actor and I can do it. And you will go by train, in the same compartment to a safe place. Already, I've found an apartment.
-Do we have to hide during the whole life now? - Valya asked.
-However, do you want to be jailed? Also, instead jail you, they may force you to work for them and when they don't need you anymore, they will not to kill you openly, as Kashin was going to do, but they will nice and calmly arrange an accident or a criminal case. Is it better from your point? Don't worry, beauties. I will try in order you wouldn't become eternal refugees. Also, his wife Nadya is hidden with my help, - he turned, pointing to Albert, - and there is more a girl. That's clear, you will get along, for you belong the same thing - the old man said smiling and turning to Sveta. - Albert, let it be a nice surprise for her.
-I've understood, - Albert answered, smiling.
Everyone started to bring the boughs, therefore the campfire was made quite quickly.
-Well, it's becoming more merrily now, - Valya said, and she only was going to propose to sing, but Sveta's voice already has outstripped all the rest:
An unknown star shines in the sky.
We again are torn from our home.
And at once everyone has caught up:
We're divided by the airfield lights,
And large cities lie between left alone...
To the end of the song a joyful feeling embraced everyone. Albert called Paul aside and shared a thought:
-Today, I've croaked four ones, one of them is killed in his back from the machine-gun. And regarding the rest of three, I blew them up with a grenade. And I wonder at myself: I sing songs with the girls, as if nothing occurred.
-You are not a criminal, but a warrior, and today we won. You've got your first baptism by fire, therefore everything is natural.
That time in Moscow Paukov already was informed about Kashin's death, also, about the death of the two accomplices of his shady transaction. Kovalev was sitting in his office, trembling like a leaf and the General was walking back and forth and exclaiming:
-Idiots! Now they are blown up as fishes and all data are buried with them together! What the hell, to irritate someone who holds a huge force in his hand?! Couldn't they sneak up on them, carefully, being invisible? He might blow up a half of Moscow because of his sluts! And you, fool, do you want it? Because you proposed to get posters up all over city for them, as for dangerous offenders!
-No excuse, uncle Kesha.
-I'm not uncle Kesha anymore, but comrade Major-General!
-Oh! Oh! Who is under the desk!
-Fucking bullshit!!!
Old Paul, at once appearing in the taiga "from nothing" without any witnesses, crying from laughing, he was approaching to his Siberian home.
It still isn't the end but almost.
The novel was written from January 1 to July 13 in 2000.
What was going on farther: http://la-flagellation.blogspot.ru/2018/02/postscript-to-novel-teleportation-or.html
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