The teleportation. Part 1. Chapter 17. Love and war.

          About a week Albert was kept crestfallen, and this made him look unlike himself. So, when Lena visited them, she doubted more that real Albert pestered her. She carefully talked out of Nadya, where they were that evening and Nadya without any suspect, told her that also watched the same TV series and her husband, intending to spend two hours in the bath, came out in an hour and twenty. Although to reach Lena's district during one and a half of the hour, even one-way, this would be a problem. Everything pointed at the version of a double.
          Albert really worried because of the possible perish his elderly friend, with which they understood each other without words, in spite of the fact that the friend was old like his late great-grandfather. Nadya understood it, but could not guess that something was added to the main loss and this was a sorrow because of the failure to commit adultery with her shy, reticent and bored friendesse. Albert reacted her presence as well as before, taking all the strength in order nobody could guess about some changing of the relations. However, when he was sure that he is seen by nobody, his look dug into her flesh like a hungry predator. In spirit he undressed her and gloatingly raped her, but as soon as she turned back, he lowered his eyes and called for help any numbers, which he multiplied, exponentiated them, also did others manipulations. This added him a look an unflappable and thoughtful look. Not to show his state of mind, there wasn't someone equal to him in this ability.
          There is a trait of human, also, perhaps of all living world, to cherish in the imagination a forbidden fruit, to be nostalgic for something, what it's impossible to use here and now. This property didn't make an exception in the given case too. Lena seemed him more attractive now. Reasonably examining the problem, he understood that the failure doesn't hold water, as compared with the loss such a man like old Paul. However, lower part of his consciousness rebelled, declaring him a loser, like a hallucination disproving argument of the common sense. Now, in spite of the common sense, the subconscious tried to impose him an idea, as if now he became less interesting for all the women, all of them became less available, and because of this reason more attractive one. This added in his dreams some part of the aggression, of the disrespect them, but in a week the common sense began to prevail. His spirit lifted again. However the rest two friendesses still were more attractive than before, this fact stimulated his purposefulness, and perhaps it played a positive role in the further developments. Sveta had to become the following "his victim". The success was more probably with her. It was not known what expect from Valya, and he didn't want very much to fail at the second time.
          Strangely enough, Tolik's existence didn't prevent the matter, but more likely on the contrary. There is enough large part of the young women whom passion more flare if she has a husband or a lover. The wish of the adultery and adventures in the bedroom makes them more available than before when they were alone. As a rule, they are ingenuous, don't keep necessary secrecy, often spill the beans and because of this they often receive the beatings and shame from enraged jealous men. They stay left, rarely killed, but really they are harmless, almost like children, they deserve the compassion and comprehension in contradistinction to the treacherous intriguers who belong to absolutely different category of people and have nothing to do with these although innocent, but lecherous sheep.
          Sveta Izmailova exactly belonged to this category. It was not by accident, she made him careful hints with her eyes. She was becoming all the way more liberated not only thanks to Tolik, but also thanks to his going for the binges with his bandit "roof", the same roof, whom place the ones out of line under Colonel, tried to occupy. He considered as an honor to share in the feasts with the so called bandits. They seemed to him almost angels after those threatening ones out of line, and he was gettin'reckless and talked too much. There was nothing insulting for them in his talking, so nothing terrible occurred for the time being. The information from drunk Tolik turned out to be quite valuable for someone, and this man, being infiltrated into the "roof", he did anything in order similar sprees would be cheered.
          Albert already learnt a regularity of Tolik's absent and it would be enough to teleport from his toilet into the toilet or under the bed of Sveta's flat, he would discover immediately the presence of Tolik and could calmly teleport back at home. 
          This day came in the beginning of September. A cold snap finished. The weather was sunny and warm as in summer. According to Albert's calculations, today Tolik intended to enjoy in a society of the imaginary friends among ringing glasses. Albert has teleported under Sveta's bed. She was lying on this bed and bored with a modern detective novel in her hand. Albert has disappeared under the bed and appeared on the stairs, almost at its highest point near the garret. Then he carefully went downstairs and passing a few floors and rang on the doorbell of a familiar door. The steps sounded and Sveta opened the door.
          -Oh, Alik, is that you?
          -Are you sure that I'm Alik?
          -Stop joking. Come in. Why are you alone? Is at home all right?
          -It seems.
          -Perhaps, you would like tea, wouldn't you?
          She was dressed in a light-green sundress. The curves of her figure were seductively seen through the lightweight fabric.
          -I want you, - Albert answered and immediately hugged her, pressed her to himself, nipping with his palm on the lower part of her spine. She gasped with a slur, but didn't resist.
          -Ah, ah, Alik, what are you doing?! - Sveta repeated in a whisper. How would I face your wife after this?
          -Ask her tomorrow, and she will tell you at that time Albert didn't come out of the home. I am his double.
          -Stop tricking, you think that I don't see, don't you? Let me go! - as if indignantly, but in a whisper she pronounced who was becoming so close and so his desired mistress, he didn't doubted anymore in it. In defiance, he went up under inside her sundress, then dropped off her briefs. She was beautiful, but delicate of build. In the dark, in spite of her 29 years old, she could be mistaken for a girl is 14.
          -Oh, Albert! What are you doing to me?! Nadya will know. Let me go, please. I'm begging you.
          -I'm not Albert. Call me, as you like, but I'm going to let you go in no case. I will do anything to withhold you. Surrender! That's your destiny. You cannot evade. 
          Surprisingly, she began to take off from herself all her clothes and has stood up in front of him completely naked, expressing her agreement with a doomed look.   
          -What can I do against you? Only don't tell to Tolik and Nadya, have you understood?
          -You yourself, don't open the mouth.
          Whole Sveta became sagged in his hands. They didn't notice they turned out onto the bed and when he entered into her, she tightly wrapped round him with her legs.
          They were happy being very much together. In the near future, nobody had learnt about this. Even if someone learnt, would be angry in vain. Neither Svetlana, nor Albert wanted to infuriate or to fool anyone. They just wanted to feel the happiness and did it.
          -Do you love me?
          -I love all of you, also yourself.
          -You aren't normal. It cannot be so.
          -You should long study, gain a large life experience to understand, the only so everything takes place. And if it has occurred so, keep silent and don't talk too much. So would be good for everyone.
          -I'll say to nobody.
          -Don't tell to Valya and Lena too.
          -I promise it. Otherwise Tolik will kill me, also you'll get hurt.
          -Is this after what I did for him? Well. Let him think, whether it would occur on the contrary, - after saying this, Albert suddenly understood that he is saying too much. Just before Albert and old Paul, they both succeeded to show, as if the events had taken place by themselves, that is the gang leaders were killed by someone from outside. Only Tolik knew what information was got by Albert. However, if he opens his mouth, because of this he would be killed first and foremost. Knowingly, he would never go for it even if he learns about Sveta's adultery, because it would be his end.   
          -Alik, maybe you are right, aren't you? I am happy with each of you in different manners.
          -Otherwise, it could not be. Through us you cognize the Existence, the Universe. If one cannot give you anything, then another could do. But such a man doesn't exist who would be able to give you all, as well as such a window doesn't exist, through which one would see all the four sides, and in addition all the things situated at different distances, also equally clearly, including those beyond the horizon. By the way, have you ever tried to make the love with girlfriends? If so, it would be an admirable example, when the happiness is given by both matters, but in the different manners.
          -No. I'm not a lesbian. But before Tolik I was with Sergey. Did Nadya tell you about him?
          -No.
          -He pinched me while making love. Sometimes he burned me with cigarettes.
          -Do you intend to say that he was a scoundrel?
          -I loved him. Very much. Sometimes I was allowed to burn himself with cigarettes and I did it, so I don't consider myself as a victim.
          -So what did you miss? Why don't you together now? Were you tired because of his cruel games?
          -However, I already said I was happy with him, but he smoked the marijuana. One day he disappeared. All his relatives looked for him during three days and I was the first who had found him. As if my feet themselves brought me in that basement of the five-storey building. He hung there. He had gotten high and hung himself, so perished because of nothing. Then he was buried... I had a meltdown... In two months I had got acquainted with Tolik and understood the life goes on. Now here you are... And you are abnormal: you need a few women, one is not enough for you. Perhaps I'm the same, maybe even worse. Alik, pinch my back or lower, - saying this, Sveta felt that blushes, but in the half-light, of course, Albert didn't see it.
          -What for?
          -But if a girl begs you... Is it difficult?
          -No, this isn't difficult, but don't take offense at me after this.
          -I? To take offence at you? Never in my life. I'll excuse you everything, but if you don't, what I said about, I'll take offence, in fact.
          "I'll teach a lesson her up now in order she wouldn't be foolish anymore", - Albert thought and with all his might pinched her small, but protruding bottom.
          Sveta straightened and put her head back, voluptuously had jawned and rushed to him to hug, stacked their lips and said:
          -I want else. Else!
          Such girlfriend's behaviour very excited him, and they at once merged together as one again.
          When he returned back through his "meditation" in the bath, naturally, Nadya noticed nothing. Also scarcely that she would have believed in the teleportation. His young body regained the lost strength during a short time and after this his own wife seemed him more beautiful, more desired.
          -What a thing you did, I was so pleased, like never before? - she asked him, after she gave herself to him.
          -I do not know myself. Perhaps the weather is going to change.
          In fact, now he had two wives and Sveta and himself, only they both knew it. He was enough content with that situation, but also he understood, if to add Valya in this "l'amour de trois", it wouldn't be a superfluous one. He understood sooner or later he will dream about this, as he dreamed yet in spring, when he had the only wife. It seemed a paradox, but Sveta was not interested at all, in what way her new lover succeeds to be in the two places at the same time, why he arrives with wet hair and in pajamas, as if just out of the bath. Evidently, she knew nothing, because she was not at all interested in the details, what myths Albert creates for his legal wife and under what pretext he leaves his home when arrives to her.
          Everyone lived his own life, and almost nobody noticed thickening of the dark clouds on the political horizon. Albert unlike the rest didn't react because of another reason. He knew what is the force he possessed. Although he wasn't raised as a ninja, quite the contrary, only being matured, he began to be interested in Yoga, but now with new abilities, which came as if out of nowhere, he would surpass now even a great ninja Goemon. However, from his point, the main thing is no sport. He knew, at least, the main thing he is able to do, he is able now to defend his parents, his wife, Sveta, Valya, Olesya from new cycles of the totalitarianism (of course, if such a thing takes place). Olesya has to appear in half of year after old Paul's death, that's the arrangement.
          That is why the third of October till the evening, when the putsch, headed by Rutskoy, spread like a fire, he only watched the events on TV. However, when the screen has gone black, he teleported in the district Ostankino. It was difficult to understand who was shooting at whom. There was a disorderly exchange of fire and the only useful action one may do, that's to protect himself from a stray bullet. Without a knowledge how to help, one may harm to own side. He couldn't penetrate by teleporting into the TV Tower for a simple reason: He was there never and didn't know its interior.
          The next morning Albert, with an axe in his bosom, and a knife in his pocket, teleported in Moscow. The fact that the communists are suffering a defeat, he has learnt from the fresh reports. The only act he succeeded to do, this is to get to a roof, then to teleport within the same roof to be unnoticed by an enemy, then to sneak up on a sniper who was going to shoot at passers-by, and to stun him with the butt of the axe on his nape. Then he tried to take a rifle with optical sight with him. The rifle didn't teleport with him and he threw it down off the roof. He did all this in gloves. He was sorry that being involved in his private matters, he wasn't prepared to do against the actions of the red-browns, in spite of the fact, it was not difficult to foresee them. Now he had to return to his private life, because the tranquility in the country became set for a long time relatively.

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The teleportation. Part 1. Chapter 16. Troubles after joy.

          The autumn has arrived. More and more often Albert succeeded in desirable teleporting. Also more often he had to do little travels to remember more of key places to climb over there and "get out" either near a large city in the future may be necessary, or in beautiful remote places, in general, in the forests of the Moscow region or in the neighboring regions. Also, while visits with his wife to her friends he didn't forget to memorize all details of their flats. Neither Nadezhda, nor her friends, naturally, suspected anything. Sometimes, the old man made invisible appearances, putting under the 343th page 100 or 200 dollars.
          Nadezhda thought her husband has found a new job without telling what is it. Maybe there is something doubtful. Now he went camping alone or traveled more often. She thought, perhaps he carries some goods from one city to another. Also, the old man suddenly ceased to visit with them. However, something calmed down her, she didn't know, what it was. The most likely, as she seemed, it was some causeless joy, his self-assurance and absence any fears, nightmares, which follow usually people who play impure games or are witnesses of the death and maiming of others. One day he took a schoolbook of the geography miraculously kept since childhood. Albert told her, studying at school, while lessons he took it and opened a page where was a low-grade black-white image of New-York, view from the ocean side. He could look at it long, ceasing to see and hear everything around, likely horny someone look at his favorite pornography, but of course, nothing sexual he found in it and the matter was quite different. It took place not only with him. In the consciousness or in the subconsciousness, America embodied the Liberty, which about, one could only dream in this soviet gad. So someone who has poisoned by fumes in a locked house with a faulty furnace, he seeks for a slit under the door, then hungrily falls on her, breathing fresh air, but it is so necessary! Also, who had spilled water in a desert, but find a barely oozing source, with the tears of joy he swallows every precious drop, not bothering himself with philosophical thinking that it's only water. Even some simple water may be such a wonderful and desired thing.
          Now the liberty already was here, although not fully, although with impurities, but still the liberty. From his point after thirty-odd years living, seeing a lot of things, America already was not romantically attractive to such an extent, but he still didn't lose fully the interest in the far lands. He understood that all of them live as at the foot of a volcano, which either will keep silent during a lot of centuries, or will wake up tomorrow and swallow them. One could expect anything from this monstrous state. The West continued to attract him, but now a part of the pragmatic and everyday sense was added to the romantic interest.
          Again and again he looked at this yellowed page with the New-York image, then he closed his eyes and imagined himself either near the Statue of Liberty, or in the Fifth Avenue, or in the Wall street. He succeeded in nothing, and Nadezhda could not understand what occurs to him.
          "Likely, there is a lot of inventions in my imaginable New-York", - Albert has thought. He understood that in vain didn't listen Paul, who advised not to examine pics, but to watch movies with images of needed areas.
          One day he sat in the same cinema during two days, watching the same documentary, in which in a few images was shown a business place in the Broadway. A woman in the cinema. she was a ticket controller, noticed him and already began to think that he is a crazy. It would not have occurred to anyone to watch an uninteresting movie so many times. It's possible, she complained in the mind's eye that in our epoch, it's almost impossible to call an ambulance and put someone in the madhouse who is carrying deep down something unknown and inconceivable. The strange spectator visited on the third day too.
          Suddenly he disappeared just before eyes. He was and now here is nobody, as if he never existed. The ticket controller closed and opened her eyes a few of times. No, the strange spectator has disappeared in fact. She passed into the back rows, stooped, looking down between the rows, as if she looked for something on the floor. Reaching up two guys who were sitting ahead of disappeared Albert and because of this they noticed nothing, she whispered:
          -Guys, excuse me, did someone smoked here?
          -Really? - one of them whispered, and they both opened their palms. - No smoke, so no fire.
          She understood that she had better say never and to nobody about this either crazy spectator, or never existed one: in the last case herself will be considered crazy.
          At that time Albert, being embraced with unprecedented joy, he walked in the quiet streets of morning dawn New York. He succeeded immediately as soon as he has recollected how much time in New York now, which is eight hours behind Moscow time. How could he miss such an evident detail?
          He was full of the joyful emotions. Still a little sad interfered because of the reason that he has to a little work: to choose and remember a few places to have possibility later to teleport in them. However, to be a lot of the pleasant work in the close future: to learn the "points of appearance" everywhere in the United States, even in whole America from Alaska to Tierra del Fuego, everywhere in Europe, in the whole world. He wanted to sing songs at the top of his voice, because of the joy. Out of the old soviet habit he restrained himself, but in vain. His singing would be drowned in the noise of the large waking up city. The people hurrying to their work and being busy everyone of them with his own business, they wouldn't pay attention at him and even if they would do, unlikely this provoked a wish to spoil his incomprehensible joy. Proceeding, they would guess that it's possible this man has won the lottery, and having done a hundred steps, they would forget about him.
          -Are you happy, - heard Albert from a passing policeman and answered quite sincerely:
          -Yes, I do very much, - with these words talking was ended. 
          Well. If he pronounced a short sentence in English not enough correctly, it cannot wonder even a policeman, because New-York is full of the foreigners. Also, a person keeping inside him a genuine joy cannot be a criminal. Albert understood, to turn up in the police station being suspected, one should try hardly. They say that American police is worse than in Stockholm or in Copenhagen, which he still wasn't in. Maybe, however, this is not Russia, and here the police catches the criminals, but doesn't spit in the soul of people who dared to differ with something.
          The sun rose high and Albert retired further and further from Broadway. Stone wastelands with a heap of any industrial trash became more and more barren. He stopped near a low building either unfinished, or dilapidated one. In Moscow now after 8 p.m., it's time to return. Suddenly he felt something bad on his right. Two young black guys were approaching slowly straight for him with clear aggressive intent. He looked to the left. Also from there two guys, black and white, were coming up to him unhurriedly. It was not necessary to be an American and know English to understand: they are hooligans and their intents heralded nothing good. Immediately Albert teleported to Kalistovo. He was exposed to an evening cool, and late lighting seemed too red. He tried out to teleport back. It happened. After silent the evil voices seemed louder and the lighting after the sunset more blue.
          -Fuck you! I've seen him as you. Just he has just been here.
          -Look! He's here again! Catch him!
          Here Albert saw a thin metal post is height approximately thirty feet above the ground. As in the childhood, the erstwhile boyish excitement embraced him. He hung on the post, pulled himself up and climbed the post, gaining altitude enough fast. One of ill wishers decided to follow him, climbing up this post. Others began to throw small stones, but missed every time. Albert wanted to mock them for last. Reaching almost the top, he pronounced the first words occurred to him:
          -Just I've arrived from the hell. I shall go back. Then I'll return again and kill you all! I shall kill you all! - after this he laughed, imitating Fantômas.
          Stones began flying from all the sides and the pursuer on the post was already close and tried to grab his feet. Unexpectedly for all of them, Albert jumped down and while falling, being still above ground, teleported in Kalistovo and emerged already not in the air, but on the ground, as usual. However, only a very little fraction of a second before his "disappearing" from New-York, a little stone hit him just under his left eye. He clutched at his eye with his hand already in Kalistovo. He understood that he will return home with a bruise, but all the same loudly laughed. After calming down a little, in order not to shock the neighbors with his either joyful or mad look (he didn't mistake), Albert teleported in a wasteland not far from home, and checked whether did someone see his appearing from nothing. Coming at home, immediately he embraced his wife, stacked their lips in a kiss.
          -What happened to you? Your eyes sparkle. Under the eye is a bruise. Who have you fought with? Let me go. Are you drunk or have you got high?
          -However, you know, my love, I drink nothing excepting the tea.
          This took place in the kitchen. With his right arm, he went on to embrace his wife, with his left hand he reached to switch off. So, she gave herself to him standing, then they went in the room to the bed and he possessed her there at the second time. After this they went to have supper. She noticed, he was much hungry. After supper he fell asleep at once.
          -In a dream you spoke English, - Nadya pointed out next morning, smiling. - I remembered even a few words: "Fuck you! I'll kill you all!"
          -I was tired yesterday. Today I travel nowhere, I stay at home, - Albert said.
           -It's time to calm down. You frolic like a boy. Who hit your eye yesterday? Can they meet you at the second time?
          -That's impossible. They live very far.
          -You still ride. After all, already your age has been the fourth decade.
          -Didn't I tell you that I don't live according to a schedule?
          Albert understood that it's difficult to unlearn his wife from the conventional wisdom. So, it will be more difficult to accustom her to his moral doctrine, which preaches the free love without jealousy. In spite of all, let it be in a secret manner, but he needed try out to flirt with one of his wife's friends. He decided to begin from redhead Lena. When they finished their breakfast, outdoors the heavy rain started. Albert took a newspaper, lay down on the bed and began to plan the actions.
          Lena lived further than others: In Moscow, in district Kuntsevo. Albert remembered her personal Kryptonite to be watching the different Mexican TV series. She worked in a canteen, however, in spite of this didn't get fat, but stayed slim, like her friends. She didn't earn much, but the work was easy and a little income was compensated by free alimentation. Even with Nadezhda she reluctantly shared about her connection with men and many only occasionally. It seemed, she was ashamed even because of the least manifestation of her sexuality, but also, being angry with something, she was able without any shame, at least, in the circle of her acquaintances to say the bad words about circumstance or about its culprits without any shame. Perhaps, this bad habit brought into her subconscious blaming the sex, but the nature demanded its need, so this internal conflict corrupted her character. She knew this and tried less to manifest herself. Some people were attracted because of seeming inscrutability, others were repelled who considered her as shallow and bored. For every lock there are fitting keys and not fitting ones.
          Whatever they say, in the relationships with women Albert had a peculiar experience, which he trusted. In an amicable way, that is without pretending resistance, he was able to persuade very few, only the most complaisant of them. The decisiveness, the persistency, even a little aggression increased a probability to receive desired things. And the most luck results were given by a behaviour, not transgressing the law, but being close from a limit, beyond which the action may be considered as a criminal one. Albert never violated this limit, however, even in the framework of law, not always one could be persistent. This pleasant trait to the lot of women, had its reverse side, giving or facilitating a possibility to slander a stubborn and persistent applicant to be a lover. And this country just differed by a traditional wish its citizens to cause a harm to one's neighbor without some benefit for himself.
          He refused at once to appear suddenly in the apartments. In any case, either suddenly to come out of a toilet, or suddenly climb from under a bed, an owner of the flat may be scared almost to death. It is unsafe even for a woman with a healthy heart. And what for to do so? Lena well knows him. If he rings the doorbell, after looking in the peephole, she will immediately open the door.
          A few years ago, he read in a newspaper about an experimenter who lay down into the bath after switching off and taking care in order the silence would be around him and water temperature was set +34C. As if such an action would train the mystical perception, the super abilities. Albert tried it. Nothing especially took place, however, there was something after all. If fall asleep, the dreams became clearer and more logical than usual and, the main thing, this gave an effective rest or the possibility to collect his thoughts. Although his wife didn't do it, however, she was not against those experiments, which cannot do harm to someone or something. If today he lies down into the bath and asks don't disturb during two hours, she will not be astonished at all.
          So he did one hour before Lena's favorite TV series. After lying ten minutes, he silently dressed, wiped himself a little, finding wife's foundation in the dark, he smeared the bruise with it, then teleported into the toilet of Lena's flat, until which was at least twenty miles. There was no light, neither in the toilet, nor in the flat. He decided to wait for her, came out of the dark apartment, silently closing the door, went downstairs to the ground floor. Suddenly the door of the entrance opened and the woman he was going to hunt, turn out to be toe-to-toe with him.
          -Why are you alone, without Nadya? What a case took place with you both there?
          -Nothing special, but we have something to talk.
          Lena, without suspecting something, went upstairs and unlocked the door. Albert followed her and closed the door. Lena switched and inquiringly stared at the guest. He stood in the home pajamas with a wet head, with smoothed but not combed hair, so he was not quite look like himself.
          -That's the thing I'm not Albert, - said he, changing his voice a little.
          -Stop fooling around. However, where is Nadya? - asked Lena with the appropriate intonation, but she has already begun to feel something wrong. What if he is not Albert in fact? But he is very similar.
          -Albert is at home with his wife. I am his double. Perhaps, he knows nothing about himself. Forget them!
          Lena looked into his eyes. She has seen, he looked at her like a cat at the meat. She felt a bit horribly and a bit shameful. She blushed. Then she paled. This mute scene lasted not long, but suppressed her.
          -But what do you need? - A shiver in her voice betrayed her.
          -That's you I need! - after saying this he rushed to her and squeezed her, embracing. Suddenly, she with her huge colored nails tried to scratch his hand. He must not allow this at any cost. The scratches on his hands is the evidence that there was himself, not his double. There was the only solution. Suddenly he grabbed Lena's wrist, wrenched her hand and wrapped it behind her back. Lena howled.
          -Behave yourself well, beauty. Then I'll be kind and love you. And do not dare to scratch, otherwise I'll wrap you up higher than nape.
          Being excited, he has begun to cuddle up her behind. Suddenly she shouted with all her might:
          -Fire! Help me! Fire!
          He didn't expect that this quiet one is able to shout so loudly. He heard on the stairs a door opened, then the doorbell rang.
          -Gotcha? Now you are going to be caught like a rabbit. There is a neighbor from the militia with his brother, they both are ham-fisted, you'll get such fucking beatings now and put you in the militia! There they will add!
          -What a scum you are, - Albert said in a whisper.
          -But you, mutt, did you think as it you are allowed to insult and touch everyone with impunity?
          -Go to seek an impotent man for you. He wouldn't insult you - this was said in a very quite silent whisper.
          -But now they are going to insult you, - seeing Albert doesn't keep her more, Lena went to open the door. Albert very silently rushed into the toilet. Exit door has opened.
          -Sneaky coward! He twisted my arms, but now he is hiding in the toilet from you.
          At the door really two strong men were standing.
          -Not a coward, but a fool, - said one of them. And they both surely headed to the toilet. While they went, both became scared. The same word "fool" made them think what the malefactor could count on if he is clever. Now it is not the eighth decade, but the ninety third year. And there is a lot of similar types with a pistol in their pocket. However, they were ashamed to show their fear in front of a pretty mistress. One of them opened the door of the toilet with a sharp jerk and both recoiled, then looked there once more, then interrogatively looked at the mistress of the apartment.
          -There is nobody.
         -But he had just been here, touched me, nearly broke my arm and I clearly saw he came in the toilet.
          The two neighbors examined the whole flat carefully. The windows were locked. Also, nobody hid either under the bed or in the cupboard.
          -Let's go, Vitya. - one of them said with offended voice.
          -As for you, I'd like to advice to take a sleeping pill or something a sedative, - said another, turning to the mistress of flat. You disturb people in vain.
          They came out. Lena switched on the TV and in ten minutes the problems of the screen heroes made her forget about just occurred one. She was very uncomfortable, and she decided to tell about this neither to friends, nor especially to Albert.
          This time Albert lay in his bath, pondering about the case. The failure made him angry and grieved him very much. It was the only a bad mood, what discouraged him to teleport to Lena and try his luck once more. When he wiped himself and came out of the bathroom and opened the book of Tantra, there were neither dollars, nor letters. The last new with hundred dollars from his old friend had been already three weeks ago. This made him come to conclusion that the old Paul was perished under circumstances unknown to him.

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

The teleportation. Part 1. Chapter 15. Farewell.

          The beginning of July. The day was overcast, warm and without a rain - that's old Paul's the favorable weather. Naturally, today he was in the excellent mood. Somehow, from the memory all the gloom went away, with which he had to come into contact recently. The good mood as if highlighted old and recent happy events, which the life path passed through, long and unusually hilly.
          About Tolik he learnt long before beginning of the collection of information about Colonel and his gang, and he knew this person was unworthy to be helped, however, this fact doesn't cancel the fight against evil. Secondly, he would like to do something pleasant for the people connected with his successor Albert.
          The last provided a great hope and today he reported that yesterday he has succeeded: he teleported home, being one third of a mile from it, but after this he had to come out in order the wife wouldn't see and guess, with what an ability he has become gifted now. Only over time he opened the door with the key and arrived as if usually. Nadezhda noticed nothing.
          As usual, today Paul met him in Kalistovo. Before he led Albert to the same place where he relaxed when he monitored Colonel's flat in Podlipki. Today he agreed he teleports here and wait for Albert during an hour, and this hour, let Albert try to get here, by teleporting. The hour was drawing to a close. This isn't a big deal, the first pancake is always spoiled. Finally, the time was over. Instantly Paul has got into that place, where he left Albert. However, there was nobody. Then he teleported in a well known him entrance into a house in Perlovka, went upstairs onto the third floor and rang the doorbell. Nadezhda opened the door, and worried Albert stood behind her. Seeing Paul, at once he rejoiced.
          -Hello!
          -Hello! It seems, friends, you have lost each other.
          -Yes, we were agreed to meet, but I was late, I had a lot to do, - the old man lied.
          -You have better to sit for a cap of tea.
          The old man agreed and soon they debated in the kitchen, sipping the strong tea. When Nadya came out in the room, Paul noticed:
          -It seems, you lead yourself to the necessary state of mind, you okay with this. But you fail to remember the places. A thing the best you remember, this is your apartment. However, what if here was an ambush? As you see, you have to train the visual memory. Don't think, as if it would be necessary to remember absolutely everything, I couldn't do it too. There isn't a necessary to remember a quantity of the iron bars in the fence of a platform, their diameter, length within an accuracy of millimeters - no need. Nevertheless, if there is a fence made of iron bars painted in yellow, but you are imagining made of concrete and white, you will not get there. The main thing that one time you have succeeded and now you can study independently, because you understand the general idea. And now I have something to say to you, but one must continue talking in the street. I see, you have an interesting book: "Tantra. Book of secrets". I know, there are rewriting from Osho Rajneesh's lectures, he was a great missioner of our riotous century. Bring me third volume, please.
          Albert went in the room and came up to the bookcase. Three volumes of "Tantra" were almost lost among books with titles telling a little to a simple person, however, an inquisitive reader could become tied to home because of the content of these bookshelves, at least, for a year. As usual, he took the third volume from the shelf and went in the kitchen.
          -How many would be seven in the third degree?
          -343, however, what for?
          -Turn to the 343rd page - that's why.
          Albert opened the brown book on necessary page and handed over to old Paul.
          -Not to me. You should remember, then he stopped talking, listening intently around himself, and whispered in Albert's ear:
          -This page will be our hiding place. For example, I climb over here, her day pane... the old man pointed to the side of the room, is known me. To say short, if nobody is at home, I put banknotes there, naturally, in the currency, because you earn money only when you will climb over the space confidently. Also, written messages may be there if some urgent information takes place. So, look there more often even if long was nothing there. The situation, being calm, is able to change suddenly, but you may be in ignorance, so don't sleep, examine the cache. No offence, however, if I put something there, but you don't look there at the first day, I will give a sign, arranging at your home a small mess, turning over the chairs or breaking a little glass - this will be an alert.
          -However, why you cannot show yourself?
          -We may be monitored. I didn't still verify. But we have to finish talking outside.
          In twenty minutes they both came out the entrance. While they were walking, it rained a little bit and ceased. Old Paul interrupted the silent:
          -By the way, I know, in which fields you are going to use your new ability, - he reported, smiling like cats.
          -And in which?
          -If I was a sultan, I would have three wives, - he has sung two lines, almost whispering, from a well known song from an old movie.
          -Nevertheless, you are a telepath. Likely, you denounce me, thinking that I'm going to do stupid things, don't you? Even it's possible, you consider that so I may create a danger, you know what I say about. To say frankly, I'm just shocked by yesterday's event, of course, in the best sense. I don't know how to thank you! However, you are going to demand a victim now, which means nothing to you, but it would be a sizeable loss for me. That is, in order I wouldn't use your gift for personal reasons. And I would have to obey, otherwise, I will not be able to respect myself after this.
          -Here is a wrong guess. "If one is afraid of the wolves, so he'd not go to the forest". This thing would be a trifle for Jesus Christ or Buddha, but not for you. For you, this is an important thing, especially, you are one of a few people who can understand what is the love. Those who are able to love either one beauty, or even four beauties at the same time. Who said, as if you must love only one of them? Is the society an authority for you?
          -I don't care about the society, I hate it! The last thing I need to ask a permission from soviet people how may I screw!
          -You have a wonderful book, the same with the cache. If you have read it one time, it is the same thing, how not at all to read. The Great Teacher wrote that doing the love, we are doing the love with the Existence itself. A girlfriend is a mediator. She is a window, which through as if we look at the wonderful flowering garden of the Universe, where it's alive with life. And certainly, you would better learn this beautiful landscape if you look at it from a few windows. And you are the same "window" to the Universe for them. The jealousy, the rivalry, these things take place because of the egoism. No, at the level of development you are, this thing matters to you very much. Don't listen fools, don't neglect the love. I haven't a right to deprive you of this for security reasons. Just be careful, this is the only thing demanded from you. Sometimes, I had to show this ability too. A few times I disappeared from the militia, using it. It passed without troubles. There is no tail on me from the KGB, I checked and rechecked this.
          -To say frankly, I'm just happy! I just don't know what I may do for you reciprocally. As if since the birth my wings were partly cut, I didn't know about it, but now you have returned them to me and a wonderful world has opened in front of me, which I even didn't suspect about.
          -I need nothing. Only I would ask you don't leave my naughty girl. My former old girlfriend, which we lived together with and understood each other, becoming wrapped up in each other - she died of old age in the eighth decade. But this is young, almost a chick. I love her. I know, in this evil world she may perish without me. I swore that I'd do all possible in order as soon as possible she would turn up abroad, it would be better in the USA. We study English now. If something bad happens to me, save her, please, I'm not going to ask you for anything else, than that.
          -How I'd find her? You still haven't given me her address in Krasnoyarsk.
          -If it's necessary, she will find you. Be ready that she's kind of a weirdo. Attend every her need; it would cost you nothing to perform them. She would ask you never for a thing difficult to do. There is the only difficulty: to do everything in order she would leave for America forever and as far as possible, she would settle legally there.
          -I will do all J can. Also, I'll expand my abilities, including, to be useful for you and for her. What is her name?
          -Olesya. And don't be timid. She may become a fifth mistress in your harem. She will not deny you.
          -Why do you sure so? And what about you?
          -You are astonished, because you don't know her cravings, her inclinations, her principles. But I know her so clearly, I would be astonished if she deny you. She is allowed to enjoy and we don't consider this as a betrayal. Also, she will not leave me while I'm alive. These principles aren't imposed on her from outside. They are her own principles, so she performs them gladly. You wouldn't believe me, but I'm almost her ideal, if some ideal is possible in the real life. If I perish, she will have fun with you, but not more. Her ideal is an old, clever, severe mentor who would look great in spite of his age and in addition to that who would be able to understand any nonstandard manifestations of the human nature, to accept this, to go along with it. This sounds paradoxical, but to look from her point, the main your drawback is your youth. She would love you only when you are fifty years old.
          -So you said that you are going to leave for somewhere, aren't you?
          -You have guessed. Now I'll appear in a very long time, maybe I'll not appear at all. La probability to survive after something I'm going to do, it's less than 50%.
          -How I can learn it?
          -If there aren't news from me during longer than two weeks.
          -What you need it for? Still, you have money. Are you going to change the world? Is it necessary to interfere?
          -You are right. I'm not the Lord God to set to rights in whole the world. It would be the same foolishness, as if your wife would decide to do spring-cleaning not only in your own apartment, but also in all of them in your nine-storey house and for free. However, the places I passed, I want to clean and adorn my way. All my life I do it, since the Earth had become commensurate with your flat.
          My last deal, you know, this is the liquidation of the Colonel by Chechen avengers. It was absolutely safe for me, however the operation was unusual, do you know why? Because I met such scoundrels that didn't meet long ago. Now, I'm sure, Colonel itself sought his own death. He wanted it unconsciously. I just sped up the process. Soon I'm planning more dangerous undertaking, because of which, it's possible, the Lord will take me to Himself if really I haven't to do anymore in this world. I've given you the gift. You are clever not less than me and taught this climbing better than me after the instant of that terrible massacre in the camp barrack when it happened by itself in the first time. So, soon you will be able to climb any place you want. And Olesya will not be lost: I believe, you will not allow this.
          And how to use the ability I gave you, let yourself decide it. Just watch in order other voices wouldn't sound in your mind when you decide something.
          In conclusion, don't forget your security, check, whether you are being watched. Before I told you about it, but I remind you again: these people will do anything to  possess your ability, so if even you don't take care of yourself, take care of those who is close and dear to you.
          And now goodbye! Pray for me. If anything happened to me, don't make divine me. I'm the same sinner, I only strive for perfection. Maybe we'll meet in a long time after, but you've better to assume the worst, in order don't to sorrow after. So not "see you later", but farewell.
          -Farewell, Paul! Try to return.
          -I'll try. Farewell, Alik! - saying this, the old man reflected deeply, as if he has gone into himself in whole and at once disappeared.

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The original Russian text of the chapters from 13 to 15: http://www.proza.ru/2010/01/21/1277

The teleportation. Part 1. Chapter 14. Knights of the Cloak and Dagger.

          A Major-General of Counterintelligence Paukov Innokentiy Nikolaevich sat at his work in the spacious study, which was furnished comfortably, but rigorously. Rigorously, because the luxury didn't stand out so much, and if don't pay attention at an expensive computer on the table, at the selector video communication, using which he could observe the actions of their subordinates, if not to know, what was a price of telephone apparatuses of the new generation, then at the first sight one could have thought that the large room looked quite ascetic. Outside the windows it was June heat, and the passers-by were tapping grudgingly on the hot asphalt, but there was fresh air in the office, the conditioners were working, and the windows facing South were curtained off. Apparently, the sunlight penetrating through these curtains, was not sufficient, consequently as a backlight, fluorescent lamps served. They were incorporated into the ceiling immediately above the table, however, as opposed to the similar lamps in some sewing workshop or in another Russian-Soviet institution, these lamps neither flickered, nor buzzed, but their light was plain, a little pleasurable and a little warm. In the similar institutions the windows are always covered by curtains, it became a custom in the whole world, and one can understand it: against curious watching. Also, the curtains protect against the hot sunshine, but now they executed an additional function: They helped not to see the pedestal, from which the idol was cast down already almost two years ago. Nevertheless, now it was looking at the general from a portrait hanging above the door, so who was entering, quite possible he could have missed it, but perhaps, the owner of the room was receiving some additional forces from this doubtful art.
          Yes, almost two years have passed since the former traditional titles and names had been thrown on the dump of history with "ferrous Felix" together. Even this institution was renamed again, however, to name this General "mister", nobody could move his tongue to say so. For the most of the people he was as well as before, that is comrade General, however, if convey meaning of this word from the epoch of the invasion of Chinggis Khan's hordes, it meant the following things: comrade (in Russian - tovarishch) is a friend not on common interests, but on an occasional formed herd. For a few more close people, including the superiors, he was as before Innokentiy Nikolaevich, and for very few, the closest, not because of the position at work, but because of the formed relations, they were allowed a desirable familiarity to name him "uncle Kesha".
          The screen lit up and well known Kovalev's puffy face appeared. He was the chief of a department executing a very delicate work, that is controlling almost all the employees of the serious institution.
          -Comrade General! Allow me to apply to you. I have an interesting data, however, I can act only after consulting together with you.
          -And what? Is this an urgent matter? Does it depend on a few seconds? Are people perishing? Is it possible the leak of a strategic information? Is something from the list I had said, taking place?
          -No ways, comrade General!
          -Quit it, Grisha, these "comrade General", but come up to me one hour before the end of the time work, and we will talk it.
          -Will be done!
          Things what the newcomers and the most zealous colleagues thought as considerable, from the point of the General it was an endless duel stretching for decades, of the state against all the rest of the world. If today the "ours" have hit "theirs", then tomorrow "theirs" will strike "ours". Either the information leak in our "camp", or the same thing on their side. Either some our colleagues defect to "them", or some "their" colleagues defect to "us". On the scale of large countries, it was trifles, an exchange of the pricks by pins, sometimes, even it became boring. Sometimes there were blows more heavy, almost knockouts, like that case with Penkovsky long ago, but similar blunders could take place also in "their side". Only on the scale of a half century it was seen more clearly who ultimately takes possession of an advantage. Unlikely these passing little fortunes and misfortunes would help to get rid of these changes, which were crawling here inexorably.
          In the eighties, the General ascertained with sadness that "their" propaganda doesn't need absolutely to lie, but it's enough to tell the truth known by all the world, excepting "our" the most foolish and downtrodden narrow persons, but "our" propaganda has to handwave, using very doubtful arguments like the "right to work" and the very cheap metro. He felt, soon there will be nothing to say, but a stupidity, as one day the radio of socialist Albania had bragged that "now in every home the electric lamp shines".
          However, the General who thought practically and sensibly, he had to grieve not long. He watched cautiously at the whirlwind of changes, and when as if a smoke, because of the disturbance of the environment had blown away and it became clear then the "second Nuremberg" was not going to be, he understood that the state, without which he couldn't exist, will not go anywhere, especially his institution. What is a great matter that a few departments carried out functions of a secret political and then they were dissolved? A configuration of his dear institution has changed, but the institution itself stands as well as before, in the same manner a lot of departments work under his authority, even if it's time to change a way of working, for him it was no problem.
          The only thing he had to do, this is to execute a monotonous work, for every "A" to be able to set off an appropriate "B". Of course, one must not turn a blind eye to all kinds events and ignore them, however, he had not to inhibit some emotions, just because they already didn't appeared long ago. In spite of his sixty years old, he did exercises in the morning, ran for several miles, so being heavy set, at the same he was vigorous and agile. But at work, if he would be without the general's uniform, he could be taken for a usual clerical assistant.
          As usual, the subordinates came in plain clothes and put on the uniform only in some special days. At the designated time, coming up to the door, Kovalev adjusted his tie, coughed to clean his voice and knocked.
          -Come in, Grisha, don't be shy. 
          Innokentiy Nikolaevich, - started to talk Kovalev, but the omnipotent boss immediately has interrupted him:
          -How long I have to explain? Call me "Uncle Kesha", sit down and calmly tell me what is it with you, and I'm going to listen you. It's interesting to me. It's very interesting.
          Kovalev felt like a cat what is petted. He depended from the omnipotent General fully and totally, and apart from him, there no were any other standards of truth and couldn't be. His mood depended in full from chief's relation to him, and all the rest of things, either his family, or the private life - all this relegated into the background. Also now, the timidity has gone away, and he has begun to tell:
          -Well, uncle Kesha, I kept silent long, because one must be able to work independently, otherwise, what an employee would be who needs a caretaker at every step? However, things are starting to take on enough increasing prevalent. Do you remember Kashin?
          -Of course, I remember him, what a question? - "Uncle Kesha" answered with astonishment. - His department oversees the foreigners, sometimes leads the unofficial surveillance over persons with the diplomatic immunity. Go on.
          -He has charged his deputy with almost all the work. Certainly, the last is happy to try, he hopes, it will be reckoned to him in future, and he doesn't make a mistake, especially if his chief will lose his seat.
          -Does it mean, the chief has charged his deputy with all, but at the same time he has walked to the taverns, also to look for women, hasn't he?
          -If so, I wouldn't come up to you, we ourselves would solve this and wouldn't bother you. However, in leisure he goes in for neither taverns, nor women, to say more exact, he goes in for women, but completely for another purpose. In a nutshell, he is building his own intelligence network. There are two persons led by him and devoted to him, they are colleagues from his department, that is our employees in an enough mediocre post. Likely, he has succeeded to encourage them, promising bright prospects. They recruit the people off the street. One didn't still succeed to learn, by what measure these people are chosen, however, in general, they are women seeking love adventures. Almost all of them were in bed with him. These women are a part of the network, which does the main job. Another part of the network finances them. This is a not great mafia group enjoys a privilege, they even use the certificates of our Security Service, which were issued illegally to a few of them. This fact greatly facilitates to do the business for whole their group. Surely, they more prefer our colleagues over them instead their "brigadiers". They don't particularly strain the situation in terms of the criminality, likely, because of our colleagues's influence. In general, they earn on racketeering, now such a "business" takes place usually without conflicts. Businessmen willingly pay them, because they feel with them, like behind a stone wall. This setup couldn't be without agreement with the criminal authorities, certainly, our watching confirm it. Information leak cannot be through them, because they are kept known nothing. This part of them, I'm repeating, is created only for financing the network doing the main work.
          The main their work is collecting data on the abnormal phenomena, and this main part of the network study our methods of intelligence work, in general, to collect data, also, the surveillance, the martial arts, but the last is studied very superficially. Sometimes, there are given tasks to watch out for an object which represents nothing in fact. Such tasks are given for training and testing abilities. Their job is payed not expensive, but themselves subordinates think differently, being accustomed to poverty. It seems, they consider Kashin enough lavish. Enticing by money, they undergo by cautious and correct, so to speak, intimidate. The emphasis is on the fact that nobody says in clear, but they "guess" that in case of the disobedience more likely they could be liquidated.
          -That's very, very interesting things... Are they succeed so a three-way?
          -No, sometimes they use our colleagues who suspect nothing. Not always they are told about the person they monitor. They are ordered, they watch over the object, but who is this object, this is a matter of the superiors, they know. However, they involve often our uninitiated colleagues when it's not enough the people or they need to use the equipment, the cars. Strangely enough, Kashin manages to lead his business so that the suspicious activity isn't at all a parasite upon the work of our Committee. Already it was verified, when they receive a serious task, he is able to interrupt suddenly all the functioning of his private boiler room, you understand me, and to switch on action demanded by our Service. Just a virtuoso.
          -Yes, yes... A good premium is owed to them for such a work, - Major-General smiled ironically. - Well, go on.
          -It's clear, the scale is large, but what about direction? He is dangerous! Dangerous for whole the Service!
          -Because of what? Whether he is because of the information leak?
          -Naturally.
          -But did you think well? He possesses the secret information as well as any other chief, and any of them, it is impossible to exclude this, has the possibility to give his knowledge to a foreign intelligence service and because of this to hit us so that we would not soon be recovered from it. Such cases took place and as a rule, those traitors didn't play a similar strange game so brazenly. If he is going to serve us so, then he is an original person supremely, however, got a talent, I'll give him that. And what if we slaughter the hen, which lays golden eggs? What about this, Grisha?
          -But he can... - Grisha became pensive.
          -Not more probably than any other of us. 
          -He teaches.
          -And what? Do you think women will begin to use our methods to survey their lovers, don't you? But one has to teach them during a few of years in order they would become dangerous really.
          -But what if?.. You said rightly, he's talented. What if he discovers such things, and they would blab about it, or he would...
          -Who they? All of them at the same time would blab, wouldn't they?
          Kovalev felt, in front of the high authority he loses the ability to think straight.
          -Uncle Kesha, it seems, I'm bothering you in vain, am not I?
          -No, no, Grisha. If you only knew how right you are doing, because you have bothered us! On the word "have bothered us," he did an ironic accent. - If he discovers such things, he will not stand up on a square to recite his discovery to illiterate old women who are hurrying in a shop to buy some food. I want to ask you about something another. Like a teacher in a school, what an assessment you would give to the general condition of your subordinate departments of our Service?
          -I would give them "good".
          -Wonderful! Usually, you don't make mistakes in this matter. It means, the people and the instruments of restraint aren't overloaded. Well, look, Kashin is a fishhook to catch a golden fish, more importantly the fish we need. As soon as she is caught, the worst thing may occur if it's given to the other side, do you understand me? It must not occur. The "fish" must belong to us. And if they are working under our unseen control, in fact, they will be working for us, and it doesn't matter, what they are planning. While the atmosphere in your subordinate departments is assessed "good", I allow you to occupy till a half of the resources, you understand me, either the people, or other tools, of course, in a case of the necessary. Neither talking must be missed, either of the hero of the occasion, or all his subordinate people, including the recruited persons. If their talk even a little is similar to allegorical speech, it's necessary to fix, to rewrite and bring to me, and I have experts in the allegorical communication.
          -And what about the mafia wing, which finances them?
          -It is necessary to become sure, whether are they informed about something or not.
          -I dare ask, must I stay in ignorance? I'm surprised, how much attention is going to be payed them.
          -Dear, Grisha. First of all, there are the economic considerations which take place. Now every child knows from the press, we had such department, in all probability, not in vain. In spite of the fact that all these matters with the diablerie are still studied a very little. But do you imagine how much "eats" such a department. After all, you are perfectly aware, how expensive is this pleasure. However, while everything is calm with your work, while you are working at the idling speed, go solve it! And then it will not be necessary to get into the treasury, to create a brouhaha around the exotic department, this would only provoke information leak. But in the given case needful department exist and at the same time it doesn't exist. It is like the Perpetuum mobile, consuming nothing, but the entrepreneurs pay the expenses, thinking as if they pay to the mafia. Let it doesn't embarrass you, Grisha. Times are different now. It's a time of the pragmatic approach. And don't worry. Patriots don't sleep, - and he slyly winked at Kovalev.
          -You are genius, uncle Kesha.
          The general was very flattered with such a compliment and even didn't try to hide it.
          -I'm just on my own place, - answered he, smiling proudly.
          The both parted in a good mood.

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The teleportation. Part 1. Chapter 13. An act of revenge.

          Colonel wasn't a clairvoyant, that's for sure. Even if he expected for a danger, then completely from another side. Two accomplices Skeleton and Doughnut, being with pistols, separated from him rarely. Also, the strong and trained guard dog had been together with them almost always, however, lately he more often barked without a reason.
          Nobody noticed that the work is in full swing and something was preparing. Some people were selected who would not provoke any suspicion. The information from a stranger, who disappeared as well unexpectedly as appeared, was verified and reverified by these people.
          Everyone in the Argun valley has learnt about the stranger with striking rapidity, first of all the cops from Chishki to Itum-Kale learnt it through relatives. Different rumors were circulating, but here these things were known exactly: the signs of the strange old man, a fact that the formal course of the investigation should not be given, by all means, the stranger should neither come out, nor climb out from the Argun valley, If he is caught, he must be returned back, and there the facts will clarify. As much as possible, don't kill him, because he helped to someone here, however, the person is contradictory, either from Moscow mafia, or a madman who had run away from the mental hospital Braguni, or almost an alien from a flying saucer. In all the points where the stranger could slip, local residents hid and watched, being aware that the tribesmen have their own problems and should help them. They pretended as if are hunters or just walked near their villages. It seemed, all the paths are cut, and only an alpinist of high level with appropriate equipment could slip through all the traps set. Nobody was caught. Not only who was wanted, even no Russian was noticed. Khalid and the relatives of the murdered girl, those who lived in this republic, all of them were perplexed by appearance another note else, this time it was printed and put onto the table in the same basement, which was locked tightly and there was nobody: 
          "Khalid, if you can, excuse me for the caused disquietude. Soon, all of you will learn, all what I reported you is the truth, and I'm your friend. I wish that the rightness would triumph. If I needed only to destroy the main enemy from the cassette, I could do it by another way. But in such a case you wouldn't know, what occurred with Suleymanova in fact. It would be prudent to destroy this note".
          Under the note was a self-made map of the place of burial of the heroically perished girl with a geodetic reference relatively marked points of the closest railway and road.
          While some of those local inhabitants cordoned off the Argun valley, others prepared a group consisted of the relatives of the victim, and a plan for retribution was discussed and developed by them. It was the flying weather, and their plane has landed in the airport Domodedovo situated near Moscow already in the evening of the next day after disappearing of Paul from Halid's specially equipped bunker. And in the next day after this, spies appeared who didn't provoke suspicion, who looked similar to Slavs and didn't stand out, in general, they were women, even part of them were boys. They were laconic to hide their accent. A group of executors consisted of three men, looked middle-aged, dressed in the same manner, in the grey suits and hats, with mustaches and small beards. The hats hid the fact all three were bald as it should be for the faithful Muslims, who consider indecent to show their hair. In Brezhnev's epoch they could be quickly detained and ransacked, but not now. Against the background of different youth groups, that is hippies, punks and others, these men looked not very extravagantly. In the USA the people hardly would pay attention them, and they would be considered, as if brothers who arrived from Latin America to do their business.
          In one usual morning, as it took place often, Skeleton entered to Colonel's home. Something was wrong. Only in a few of minutes Colonel understood that the dog absolutely didn't bark and didn't come up to the door, as usual. With Skeleton together they found the dog and it was sleeping deeply. When they were trying to wake up the dog, it opened its eyes, yawned, closed them and went on sleeping. Doughnut should be about to arrive by his foreign car. In the presence of the two accomplices Colonel always felt himself in safety as well as Balda didn't fear for his money long ago.
          -Call the vet, - Colonel ordered to Skeleton, and at once he began to call on his mobile phone.
          Then they both started to plan for today. In twenty minutes a twitter of the fashionable doorbell sounded. Colonel, showing his invulnerability, went in person to open the door. Likely this is Doughnut, because for the vet it would be quickly very much. It's possible, someone of the neighbors did this mischievous trick with the dog. He opened the door neither asking, nor looking at the peephole. At the doorstep Doughnut stood, as usual wearing sunglasses, however, Colonel who before used to be an investigator, at once he has understood that the accomplice is in a big trouble. So, who dared to disturb peace of the all-powerful and invulnerable group?! Even the known criminal authorities, of course, they wouldn't fawn in front of them, but they would prefer to pass by them without touching. And he would do in the same manner toward them.
          Whether are you bloody full of the cogentine tablets? Since when..., - he didn't have time to finish the sentence, something has clicked strangely and unbearable pain in his knee forced him to forget everything. Almost at the same time started to sound Doughnut's screech who have been stabbed with three knives.
          Skeleton, hearing something wrong, grabbed his pistol from the table and rushed into entrance hall, but before aiming, he prostrated on the floor, because of a skillfully made undercutting. Nearby Colonel howled and was rolling on the floor, grabbing his knee. Doughnut sat on the pool of blood and was still alive, being all pale.
          -We will not hurt you. You said not to kill her, didn't you? - A voice with a weak accent said above him. 
          Skeleton looked up. From a big black and white photography a young, but already with curvy body shapes girl wearing school uniform and head covering, she was looking at him. Above him the three men were standing with the small beards and pistols in their hands. One of them was keeping the photo in front of his face. Suddenly he understood all the horror of the situation.
          -Not me! - Skeleton has yelled wildly, then he jumped upon and rushed anywhere, without choosing, away from the terrible strangers, at first into the room, onto the window sill and together with the glass splinters jumped out of the window, continuing be yelling until meeting with the asphalt. Colonel lived on the sixth floor.
          -You, jackal, are going to die for our sister! - quietly, but angrily one of the avengers said, turning the photo to the Doughnut, who was sitting by the wall.
          The strong hand slashed him with sharp, like a razor, blade of the knife up to the throat. This in full guaranteed the death during a few of minutes.
          Then all the free turned to Colonel who was writhing on the floor.
          -Look here, scoundrel!
          Now the girl, murdered by him, was looking at him from the photo. He has understood everything and pronounced, in spite of the pain in his knee:
          -My last wish in front of the death. Say, please, how have you learnt this? Still the cassette is here. Nobody took her. In the apartment here is an alarm system on the door and on the windows.
          -Where is the cassette?
          -Here a grey home bathrobe in the cupboard. It's in the inner pocket.
          -Beware! What if a bomb is there, - one of them said in Russian and suddenly added:
          -One must quickly! I myself!
          He rushed to the cupboard and has found the cassette quickly. No explosion followed.
          -We take it with us.
          -But say, please, how have you learnt? The cassette, perhaps its copy, was brought in Ichkeria by an old stranger. And a letter, how to find you with your jackals, was given us by him. After this he disappeared from a locked room. That's me who have to ask you, whom did you screw else to such a point, what they wanted to kill you, using our hands. Maybe you have quarrelled with the flying saucers, haven't you? Because your enemy is able to come out of a locked room without any clef and without breaking the door.
          The mystical fear embraced the sentenced to death. In the fact, that it will be no mercy, he didn't doubt. A long time ago, he read Shakespeare with a passion. Among the ambiance of the full lack of spirituality and beastliness he forgot absolutely about this, but now he didn't know from what wasted nooks of his stirred consciousness these lines appeared:
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
No traveller returns...
          Suddenly he realized the main thing. The life could be so beautiful without this quest for power, without these vile and stupid faces around him, working in the militia of Saransk, among the gangs of Moscow region, in the offices of the authorities that be! He has remembered, that knew and felt this beauty of the life. But since a young age, he crushed within himself all germs of beauty. He drowned out all the joyful manifestations of his soul, even he mocked them in the spirit. He has remembered, there were instants, usually in summer or in spring, when the life of nature is the most expressed, and he wanted to thank someone, he didn't know whom, for this caused gladness, a reason of which was unknown to him. At the same time he imagined, how the classmates would mock his impulse of feelings, so he must be a normal dude as everyone. No. He must banish this folly, this weakness to a bad mother, banish away these exalted madness. He banished and succeeded in it. Nothing holy stayed for him. The only thing he estimated, these were unwritten laws of the gangs, unspoken "comme il faut" of all the segments of the foolish people, which he had to deal with. He thought as if he dominated above these bastards, but now as it has appeared, they were those who set the program what he must be and how he must live, how and what he must think about, what is right and what is not right, what is normal and what is not normal. All were guilty: the parents, the teachers, the classmates, the colleagues, the gangs. If it is considered prestigious to be a power, he became it, if it is considered prestigious to be a cynic, he became it, if it is considered prestigious to be a cool dude, he became it. The social environment had been pulling the strings on him during all the way, and he obeyed them, he obeyed them with honours. Here is he cool, strong, with connections, but those are killing him, which don't care about his coolness, force, power and connections. However, everything could be in another manner. If he didn't banished, but cherished those bright feelings, which visited him in youth, the history of his life would be another. Nothing terrible would occur to him. He could without neither quarreling, nor debating with someone, keeping silent, go on to do his own business, to live his own life and to be free and happy. Even if it was a destiny today to die, then a short life would be lived in happiness. But everything was contrariwise. He was wretched, very much, and this was his own choose, he himself had directed so. When it was necessary, he had not wanted to keep one's ears open for his inner voice. When it was necessary, he had not wanted to use his own brain and here is the result. No, Not the death, but the unhappy and senseless life - that's what's the worst!
          He remembered Raskolnikov from Dostoevsky's novel "Crime and Punishment". No. Now he doesn't need to kill an old woman moneylender to understand who is he, whether he is a louse or Napoleon. He was free to choose, quite free, and without thinking, he had chosen: to become a big, disgusting and stinking louse. All his life is the mistake. The tragic mistake!
          The fear has disappeared, and it was even gladly, because everything is ending, because he is paying fully his debts. Being forced by the atheistic education, he didn't understand that he was passing through the TRUE REPENTANCE.
          In the first instants he didn't feel a sharp knife stabbed into the stomach. However, the avenger, stabbing the victim with the knife, started to turn it anticlockwise. The unbearable pain made him already at second time to forget everything, but when this terrible pain has gone and it became very, very easy, a last thing he succeeded in this world to think about, it was a sense of liberation from a terrible debt and an assurance coming he didn't know where from, that he has learned something very much important, that he has received an invaluable lesson, that he will return on the Earth with this new knowledge, with open eyes for everything, but now it's time to go to the Teacher who has taught this lesson.
          The avengers terminated the work, after execution of the most abominable and heavy part of it. Heavily breathe because of the physical stress, they cut off the head of the killed enemy and put it in the sink in the kitchen. It was distastefully ad nauseam, however, some unknown principles required this. They didn't notice called for the dog the vet came into the door, which they have forgotten to close by negligence, and now he is observing them with horror. They didn't notice how he came out, trembling because of the fear. But when he went downstairs and coming out of the entrance headed to the public phone, a woman as if she would walk towards him by chance, but stared at him. Perhaps, I'm looking odd after the seen incident, - the vet thought. Now the passersby stopped and looked directly at him without any hiding. Inside her was something attractive, something strange, not local. He confused without knowing what to say and just at that moment a jet of the red pepper hit him in his eyes.
          -During one hour you will call nowhere and tell nothing nobody. Otherwise, they will kill you. The just retribution was made and you must not interfere! - the demanding voice of the dangerous stranger woman explained, pronouncing with a not local reprimand.
          At this time the three avengers were still in the flat. They have examined every room. Fell silent, in which became heard one's snoring.
          Brother of the murdered Suleymanova rushed into the room where one's breathing was heard and looked under the bed. The Rottweiler was sleeping and didn't wake. At first he touched the dog's paw with his bloody hand, then he patted it on the head, saying in broken Russian with a strong accent:
          -Poor good dog. It has eaten barbamyl and is sleeping. When it wakes up, it will whine, because the owner have disappeared. The dog serves for man and doesn't understand its owner is a scoundrel. Didn't he lacked the Moscow whores? He had disgraced my sister and murdered her, - after saying this, Suleymanov felt with horror that the tears come to his eyes. However, a brave highlander doesn't dare to cry. He took a deep and heavy breath and rejected this desire. The two other avengers sharply and imperatively, but without any insult, demanded in Chechen, in order he would prepare to come out faster, otherwise he could let down not only himself, but all the group.
          All their suits were covered in blood, however, this was foreseen before. They brought their suitcase from the staircase, took from it a big polyethylene bag and new suits, this time the sport ones. It wasn't still five minutes they already have changed, washed quickly their bladed weapons, they put their bloody suits into the bag and covered them with a newspaper. Really, they had to hurry. Fortunately, the window, which Skeleton jumped from, faced not south where is the yard with entrances, but in the opposite side. The yard was limited there by a fence, and the tramps often visited that place in need. Skeleton, being thoroughly broken, because of falling from the sixth floor, he died in a hospital in a few hours still being brought unconscious.
          The three avengers slammed the door and ran downstairs. The debt was executed. The justice was done. However, Suleymanov began to feel the disappointment. They could kill the enemies, the strong and vile enemies. But they can never do so, in order he would see his younger sister in this life again, in order he would talk with her, he would play together. That's impossible for any money. No force, no weapon would help to do it. But he believed that she is alive. She just left for a very, very far country and she waits for him and their parents, and others brothers and sisters. And if he doesn't anger Allah, one day he himself will go to this country and meet there all close persons, which he lost in this life.
          A lot of neighbors understood something terrible has taken place. All of them knew that in this flat mafia always gathers, however, till today the situation was comparatively calm. And now, finally, they have done. A few of the neighbors, hearing running downstairs, looked in the peephole. Three men were with small beards glimpsed, either Caucasians, or Ukrainians. Afterwards an investigation group had still not been able to get a sketch. They happily have got in a taxi, which waited for them near the entrance. There was some passenger on the back seat, a woman. They weren't against that the driver let her come in the car when she thumbed a lift on the Yaroslavsky road. Also, she wasn't against to wait twenty minutes, while three traveling companions as if went home to change the clothes. The driver didn't guess, this "country woman" has a pistol "Walter"in her pocket, a few pepper sprays and a cell phone (In Russia in 1993 a cell phone was rare). Also, he didn't guess that all the four are together. All of them went in silence. Three either friends or brothers needed to get in Bolshevo and woman by the same road, but further to Voronok. As soon as the driver delivered three passengers to the necessary point and rolled a quarter mile else, the woman took the cell phone imperceptibly from her handbag and said: 
          -What a lovely day is today! - these words about the weather were a signal.
          -Yes, it would be fun to get to the beach now, but one have to work, - the taxi driver answered, suspecting nothing.
          Also, he had learnt nothing in future. The woman left the taxi, paying the previously agreed amount and saying softly: "Thank you", - almost whispering.
          In that instant when she called and said about the weather, another car drove up to a point near bushes in Bolshevo. The three men come out of the bushes and got into the car. This time their insider was as a driver. Along the way, they got rid of the compromising evidence, having thrown the bag with the bloody suits into a Dumpster in Pushkino. After this, by a concrete road they got in the village Morozki, then in Povarovo. There they said goodbye to their driver. They were going to get in Vyshniy Volochek by a few electric trains till the evening. Their distant relatives waited for them in that city.
          An investigation group got into the flat with witnesses only in a few hours. At first they were going to interrogate the dwellers of apartment about the man who have fallen from the window, but nobody opened the door.
          The senior investigator at first doubted, called colleagues to ensure whether his version is right. He made no mistake. This was the vendetta. It meant in the given case searching for criminals is useless. The subjects of crime will leave for some south republic, for which of them is unknown, and disappear there. Even if they don't disappear, it will be taken a long time to seek them, and it would be too long time for the preservation of evidence. In which case, the local people can hide them without shame, and a visiting investigator would not be allowed to dig very deep, breaking the law. Already the days aren't these. The investigator understood that it's a cold case, but the only fact consoled him, the superiors knew the picture of reality, not worse than himself, so they will not too much accuse, also, he is not a newcomer, but with experience.
          Later an expert, who was specialized including in the blood feud, he suggested, as if seventy percent of the probability (he didn't explain where he took this number from) that in this case the avengers were Caucasians of the Vainakh origin. 
          Practically, a benefit because of such a report was zero for the investigation. Also, there was a little unusual feature in this affair. Nothing disappeared, but only a lot of money from a recess of one of the books. As usual, Vainakhs don't steal, while they do an act of the revenge. They are contemptuous of the secret theft and prefer to rob openly, that is in "heroic" manner. After all, the killed victim himself could take his own money from his own secret place.
          Two days before the appointed time Albert gave to Sveta the necessary amount of dollars in order Tolik could pay to the new self-appointed "roof".
          Tolik waited for them all day long, but nobody came. Next day Sveta returned the money to Albert, asking him to keep them just in case.
          After Colonel's death, there was a lot of street shooting in the district, also, fights without the firearm, but with the victims. During a few of days the annual statistical indicator was surpassed. The Colonel's group was banished out. Only Albert knew, who has "helped" to happen this. To all the rest, he explained, as if all has occurred by itself.
Next chapter: http://la-flagellation.blogspot.ru/2017/11/the-teleportation-part-1-chapter-14.html

The original Russian text of the chapters from 13 to 15: http://www.proza.ru/2010/01/21/1277