Chapter 6. Strange relationships. Part 2. The teleportation.

          The November more and more entered into its rights. Only the first days of the month, but as usual, the region of Moscow was already covered with snow. Albert saw it when he needed for some reason to "climb over" into this area. However, in Siberia, it was the silent and frost to morning till 15-20C degrees. Old Paul said that it is not limit of the possibility of the cold of this countryside and at this time it may be much colder. The cold, which is now, also, it may be in Moscow.
          Grey clouds have come. It started to snow. However, it didn't bring a warm. The cold wind penetrated into every crack and hole, as it does in Moscow in February, but when the silence descended, thermometers went more below else. One day while drinking tea Nadya said:
          -It would like to ski now. What is a big deal in Siberia? There is almost the same frost near Moscow.
          -When it will be -50C, unlikely might say like this.
          Yet 40 miles from Moscow in a town Naro-Fominsk there was -54C in the 1940.
          -Over there such a cold may be one time in a century. In this area more often.
          -I would like to ski too, but I'm afraid, I cannot take skis with me while climbing over space, - Albert joined in the conversation.
          -Long things one may hold, hugging them, in this manner they may be taken. 
          -Why didn't you tell about this before?
          -No one of you talked about the skis before. I thought, you missed this fun.
          -No, we like to ski with Albert. Also, we have to buy skis for Olesya.
          -I know, but we have better to take the ours from home, because we got used to them.
          -Take care. Traps may be over there. They had enough time to harm. If something is wrong, immediately go back, - old Paul warned.
          Albert accidently forgot and so, in the presence of Nadya, he started climbing over into his apartment in Mytishchi slowly. An awful show appeared in front of her. Seeing husband's entrails who was as if cut into two parts, she loudly screamed. However, Albert only butted there and immediately recoiled away from this "ventlight of the Universe", that's an invisible plane, which may be in any place.
          -Nadya! Do not be afraid! - he started to calm her, but at the same time he was coughing violently. - This is an optical effect. When we are passing through another dimension, one can see not only things outside, but also those, which are inside. When I crossed over away quickly, you had not time to notice it. But now I have been butting there slowly and I did right, - he was saying, all the way being interrupted with the cough. - The whole apartment is gassy. Now I am going over there to break windows in my own home. This is stupid, but I see, they don't know how to catch me, so they try everything.
          -Wait a little, I'll just return, that's very important, - the old man said and has returned quickly with Albert's "Walter", giving it him, saying:
          -Well, be careful, though I am sure their traps aren't deadly. How smells this gas?
          -It seems, like a gas in the gas cartridges. In spite they are from FSB, they are fools. Nevertheless, I understand them. They lost you. A drowning one who is catching at a straw not because of silliness.
          -I am so afraid for him! - Nadya exclaimed.
          -But don't be afraid, - and turning to Albert old Paul added: And you must beware. Look at her, what a beauty worries because of you. Also, she is not only one who needs you. We will have to rescue all our company, maybe I could not do it alone.
          -Don't worry. In fact, everything depends on me, so I will be careful. But now I will enter from outside, therefore I have to dress now: over there it is winter and cold too.
          Putting on a jacket and allocating his weapons into the pockets, the pistol, the gas cartridges, the axe in his bosom, he disappeared and appeared near Moscow in front of his home building. Finding a few stones, he started to throw them in the glasses of his windows and after breaking them, he headed into the entrance, went upstairs and opened wide his exit door. Soon, the draft had to execute its work. Albert returned in his Siberian shelter. Everybody felt relieved.
          -Well, what is there?
          -It is really similar to the CS gas. Now I'll ventilate and bring the skis. Regarding Olesya, I'll buy them for her. I know a good sporting store in the outskirts of Sankt-Petersburg, without a chaos and beastly queues, also there is a choice, relatively.
          When Albert returned into his already ventilated flat, a swearing he heard from the street, made him pay attention.
          -A crazy lives in that flat. He makes experiments, releases the gas so that we have to open the windows in winter. Now he is breaking the windows ant it is good that only in his own apartment.
          -In the epoch of the Soviet power, they would show him what's what! That's now they got out of hand! Because of the Yeltsin with his democracy, it takes place like this!
          It was ridiculous to hear them, but not interesting. Albert at the first time brought his skis, at the second time Nadya's ones. For Olesya he "flew" in the Sankt-Peterburg and returned with the package. The skis were easily taken with him, providing to hold them pressed to himself and to the axis of symmetry in parallel, vertically. Regretfully, Albert recollected that in the same manner he could take with him the rifle after stunning the enemy sniper on the roof.
          Certainly, Olesya was absent at home. Now she has gone for a walk in the taiga nearby. Lately she liked very much to walk in the forest. That took place because of the former forced reclusion, in order to nestle. Since appearing the "lodgers", her sojourn in Paul's house could not provoke suspicions. She well understood before that it was necessary to hide for her own good, but now she possessed the freedom of moving in full and enjoyed with it. Soon she came home from the frost outside, being rubicund and happy.
          -They both are tired. Let them stay at home and we go to pave a ski track. There are hunting skis in my shed, I'm going to bring them now.
          After saying this, the old man went and returned with the wider skis. Nadezhda didn't want to go into the forest with Paul. She expected for him no bad surprises, being aware that Olesya wears out him at nights. However, she couldn't vouch for the rest people who stay at home, and she was right, but embarrassed to refuse without naming the cause, especially, to speak out her suspicions in presence the benevolent friends. The only thing she said:
          -It already begins to darken. Let's ski not long. Let Alik himself will pave a ski track further in future. He is young and strong.
          -I am not going to ski long. A mile and a quarter there, a mile and a quarter back, in one hour we are at home.
          Soon they came out. Olesya took a first seen book and pretended as if reads it. However, soon she put it back, saying:
          -Alik, what if I say, somehow I don't want to read. Are you offended, I have named you Alik, not Albert?
          -There is not a big difference. These things are conventions, but we are friends. I'm going to be frank with you, as with a friend. Do you hear, together with Paul at nights, we romp on the bed. I know, you do. He is my type, but this is not enough for me and I cannot force him. I worry for his health. If he dies, I'll die too.
          Albert was aware about young girls' inclination to talk nonsense about their own death to attract attention to themselves. He knew how this talking will end and this fact forced his arousal. This instant Olesya was filling his whole inner world. She was being the only who was occupying his thoughts and desires now, but he tried not to overreact.
          -One day I overheard, together with Paul, you were talking about the freedom of the moral. Right now I am going to check, either you are free in fact, or just in words. 
          After saying this, she gradually started to take off whole her clothes. Albert was looking at her with attention, without shame, without looking away.
          -Well, am I beautiful? - she asked after has taken off the green tight swimming trunks.
          -Do you doubt, yet?
          -Wait a little, - she put on them again. - Do they suit me?
          -Any clothes suit you in your age.
          The swimming trunks were taken off again and put aside.
          -Do you know? What if I am going to be looking right in your face, being in such a form? Do you believe I'm able to do?
          -Look.
          She stared at him, like a boa would stare. It would be funny, but he was not laughing now. He started to look at her nose bridge.
          -Looking in my eyes, say, whether you love me?
          -I love everyone of you, because every of you in a unique manner expresses the beauty of the Universe, the greatness of the creation and the Creator's glory.
          -Now I start doing it from a close distance, - saying this, she came up to him very close and without any shame sat down on his knees, right on his pants. Her figure was like Sveta's one, but the boobs were a bit smaller, but if it is in the darkness, the girls could be mistaken each for the other. However, the faces and colors of the hair were very different. This girl was blond hair, with the plump lips and big and expressive eyes.
          -Do you know that I am much aroused because of you?
          -I sense it.
          -Do you do like this in front of every man? 
          -No. Only in front of those ones who are free from the prejudice. The rest people do not deserve to see my charms. The notions they live, let them receive according to them. If they affirm as if they "have not a sex", let them live without it. They may think that I am a shy girl. From my point, no matter, neither they, themselves, nor thoughts they think. And what about you? Whether, I'll rape you or you give to me yourself? Who is a male among us? Either you are, or I am?
          -I thought you just want only to chat, but if it's not so, then hold on, wench!
          -I try to hold!
          Albert has taken off all the clothes, even a minute didn't pass. Staring at him, the girl exclaimed joyfully:
          -Wow! Sakes alive!
          -If alive, then come up to me.
          -Oats do not go to the horse.
          As soon as Albert moved to her, she began to run from him all over the house, laughing cheerfully.
          -What if old Paul returns earlier?
          -He will nothing do to you.
          -But what he will do for you?
          -You will see it.
          -Are you afraid of this?
          -I am afraid and not afraid at the same time.
          Finally, he caught her and hugged, pressing her to himself. With passion, they kissed each other on the lips. He pressed her, just dented her to himself and soon the familiar "Ah! Ah!" sounded. Being lightweight, she was giving herself to him just hanging, being embraced by the strong hands of her lover, as by an anaconda. Quite soon the final "Ah! Ah!" sounded.
          They both, exhausted, sat down on the bed, on which prudent Olesya before put a fourfold sheet. During five minutes they were sitting relaxed. Olesya the first interrupted the silent.
          -I like every of you in different manners, but the old man yet more. I am agreed that every of you expresses the beauty of the Universe and the Creator's glory in his own manner. However, not only those who are observed are beautiful in a different manner, but also those who look at them, as if they have different eyes. Every of them sees only as if a narrow part of a spectrum. Nobody from contemplating people is able to embrace the whole spectrum, the only God is able to do. Everyone sees only a narrow part of the spectrum. Your eyes don't see the beauty of the old men, especially of those of them who looks great, and you don't see a few things else. Also, my eyes don't see a few things you see. Our spectrums crossing from two sides and form a narrow band, and in this "band" we both find common ground, but outside this "band" things may be appropriate for one and not appropriate for the other. I trust, you are beautiful, but my "eyes" almost are blind to see your beauty. They will see you in full beauty when your hair turn grey and you have wrinkles. So, who is focusing on the only partner, he isn't always being one-woman tree.
          -I see, you are a clever girl. Although, this theory is not yours, I know where it's from, but this is a well learned lesson, and you have passed it admirably and you have merited to get the highest mark!
          -But I'd give her the lowest mark, for her behavior! - his wife's furious voice sounded. I'll pull out your braids now!
          -Nadya, this is my issue, - the old man who arrived with her together interfered. All the same, I'm going to punish her strictly. You are angry to hurt her, but soon you will feel sorry for her and try to stop me. Because of this trick you name it "betrayal", not only you, but also I am at the loss. Hey, beauty! Don't hide. Stay in the same dress you were and come here to answer. Don't try to cover up your interesting areas.
          Olesya blushed and started trembling, lowering down her head. Still naked, she has come up to here, being seen by everyone of them, without looking up. At this time Albert already was almost dressed, and nobody hindered him.
          -Do you admit you are guilty?
          -Yes.
          -Are you known what punishment is imposed for this?
          -Yes.
          -Then bring everything is imposed in such cases.
          Olesya came out, naked right into the cold veranda. First time, she brought a long bench from over there; at the second time the exit door has opened and it was sounding a noise of the pouring out water. After this Olesya brought a small washtub covered with a plywood. Nadya already began to guess what is going to occur now. Olesya came out again and brought a few ropes, which were a little thicker than ones to hang up the laundry. Olesya's head still was lowered, the blush on the face still was kept, but Albert, being informed, looking at her with attention, he noticed she is hiding a sly and blissful smile on her face. The old man puts off the plywood, but Nadya didn't wonder, because she has seen things she expected. A lot of well soaked wet birch rods lay in the washtub. Olesya obediently lay down on the bench and enabled to tie her by the feet and hands to the bench. It was seen, her hands trembled.
          -Are you done, beauty? - old Paul said. - Let Nadya, give her twenty hot things and the rest she will receive from me.
          Nadya took a long rod and without hesitation whistling, she has whipped the rival girl who was caught in her sin. Olesya shut her lips, jerked, but kept silent.
          -Wait a little, you will sing now, - through her teeth said the offended wife. And at once the flexible rod rushed with whistle sound through the air three more times. After forth swish the long "ah!" sounded in the same manner as during making love, and the silence was broken. Olesya turned her head to the left, then to the right, it is possible, her body unconsciously sought an exit from a cruel trap, which was incomprehensible for it. Accidentally contacting by her eyes with a rival's dirty look, Olesya pushed her face into the bench again.
          -So what? Is it sweet? Soon you will be striped like a zebra. Take else!
          After this word, the rod was swishing the air against the general silence, marking its visits with bright strokes from back at the level of the waist to her svelte legs at the level of the knees. The long "Ah" repeated with the exhalation after every swish and while the inhalation, a new sound appeared similar to scream. Bound with ropes, beautiful Olesya's body twitched more and more, but in vain. She was tied reliably. After the twenties swat, the old man has made a sign with his hand to stop.
          -It was only introductory chords, my beauty. Now that's me who takes care of you.
          Olesya has had a deep sigh and lovingly has taken a look at her new executioner.
          -I'm aware that you are beautiful. However, such wenches have better to receive a thrashing more often to become yet more beautiful.
          He swang the rod and Olesya pushed her face into the bench again and whole cringed. She knew now the master took a switch in his hand. He whipped her a few times and now a pained moan was sounding instead the erotic "Ah", though the swats weren't stronger.
          -Look, Nadya. You were angry, swang high, but it is enough to know a few simple secrets. Your rods fall flatways, but my tip of the rod as if "gets around the corner". I am standing on this side, now go and look from the other one.
          Nadezhda came on the other side, and at once saw a difference. She saw her streaks from beginning to end were pink evenly. But the streaks the old man did, were not long ones, paler in the beginning and to the end they became red and finished with a bright red point almost bloody one. In spite of the dialogue interrupted the punishment, Olesya was twisting and turning, gritted her teeth and moaned softly.
          -Quit to pretend an actor ahead of time. Imagine how we are going to amuse together! - Saying this the old man diligently and quickly whipped her almost on the same point. Olesya howled. Stopping for a little while, he chose another place and soon five welts joining almost into alone one with a little blood in the ends, were marked there. After two such fives, Olesya shouted like a whipped school girl eleven years old. The old man spanked her, often exchanging the rods without paying attention at her yelling. Then suddenly he stopped.
          -Here you have received from Nadya twenty swishes and from me forty ones, now get some rest, then I'll give you forty strokes else.
          Immediately Olesya stopped to yell, however, the opposite her face the place on the bench already was wet from tears.
          -Listen to me, you old devil, isn't it enough to torture the wench? - Nadya resented.
          -Don't interfere, - Albert said. - There is such a cruel love between them.
          -My goodness! The Love!
          -The love is always right. The love is always beautiful. Just our eyes not enough perfect to examine the given side of love.
          -Is it a love?
          -Yes. So long as  one person isn't destroying himself or another person, this is the love. Did you read about Abelard and Eloise?
          -No.
          -This is an historical fact, the eleventh century.
          -Yes. I'll have to learn it. Lives and learns.
          -Let's go into the room, to sit for a while.
          Everyone went into the room and sat down on the chairs. Olesya lay on the bench, keeping silent. In about ten minutes all of them came out to her again.
          -Well, my love, have you got enough?
          -By the way, I need to be thrashed more often, - the victim answered what was unexpectedly from the point of the guests.
          -Then let's continue.
          Once again the flexible rods started to sing, perkily digging into young Olesya's body. And again the walls of the old house heard the girl's yelling. When this was over, the old man quickly untied her, and Olesya has behaved unexpectedly once more. Immediately she jumped up and fell upon Paul’s neck, exclaiming:
          -Thank you for the lesson, my enchanter, my lover, my love!
          They were passionately kissing, like everyone in love; he dressed, and she, being whole naked and whipped, she was ready to hang onto him. They really were lovers.
          -Do you remember, my love Olesya, - Paul turned to her. - Tomorrow I'll turn ninety fifth anniversary. 
          -Ah, I'd forgotten at all! I still didn't prepare a gift for you!
          -The best my gift is yourself, - old Paul didn't say, but sang, pretending his voice like the famous actor's one from a cartoon.
          -We cannot leave it like this, - Nadya surely said who a quarter of an hour ago was ready to fight with the birthday boy.
          -I have money. I myself am able to buy anything I need.
          -It's not about the money. At least, we symbolically must give something good. I fly in Moscow now, - Albert declared.
          Olesya, without any shame, was standing naked and attempted to look as far as possible beyond her back to see the welts. Finally, she had dressed. Albert has dressed to appear outside, came out, in order Olesya don't see this, and disappeared. In a half of an hour he returned with a full bag and wishing a happy birthday, he handed over to old Paul a cassette with the movie "Story of O". Then he pulled from the bag three small cakes, cheese, sausage, Ceylonese tea "Extra" Class.
          In a half an hour more, all of them sat at the table, drank tea and watched the movie. The world invented by Pauline Réage, one couldn't name unproblematic, as compared with reality the issues were insignificant ones and only made this romantic story more compelling. The music was composed successfully, it reminded once more that any love is beautiful, even such one not everyone is able to understand.
          Old Paul clearly have liked this movie. To see he watched it, it was clear Albert didn't mistake with the gift. In a greater degree, Olesya had liked it, one could see it too. Being motionless and left in full into the story, she felt as if she herself, taking a malicious pleasure, spanks her friendesse Ilotte, as if she happy rides on a boat with Sir Stephen, and that's herself who prepares another friendesse Jaqueline to send her in Roissy.
          It was possible to surprise Albert by nothing. In spite he was never experienced to feel a sadomasochistic attraction, he "in theory" understood the characters of the movie and not only tolerated them, but also he mentally approved and welcomed them and placed them above the rest of the people, because they truly followed their own nature.
          Nadezhda liked the music. She watched the movie as a fairy tale, without forgetting that the story is invented and it is played by actors. However, when the film was over, suddenly an idea occurred to her that everyone, being now in the same room with her, they aren't actors, but real people from the real life. Nevertheless, what tricks they recently made? As if she had a strange dream and she couldn't logically associate in whole the events of the dream. They lived in peace and suddenly became refugees. They are refugees, but live better than the most rest of the people, Those who had stayed could envy them. Such good old Paul, good and clever, also a believer, who had passed such a school of life and suddenly he turns out as if a malefactor who screws and spanks a girl who is young to be his great-granddaughter. But again suddenly it turns out the same girl would be ready to kill someone who dare to offend her tormentor. Such a simple and friendly girl, suddenly she seduces her husband, even successfully, just she came out for an hour. Things, it would seem impossible to associate together, but they turn out together at the same time. Such things occurred, but it would seem, as if it's impossible they take place. Even the firm laws of physics look like violated. She is thrown into a world, where she can never be guided.
          Albert loved her, saved her from enemies, but the same Albert has been cheating her. Usually, in such a case people resent, cool off, divorce, sometimes commit a crime. However, from her point Albert became closer and dearer to her after this. She feels now she loves him more. She swore at Olesya when came in and saw the adultery, But now she sees this was an artificial thing. She resented, because there is a CUSTOM in order to resent in that case. In fact, she understands that Olesya still continues to be her friend and she may feel compassion for her and she was ready to stand for her during punishment. There is not a slightest desire to harm her, even to sulk and take offense at her. Now she began to understand that she cannot sort out not only outside. She cannot sort out even within herself.
          -I know your difficulties, - suddenly the old man said, turning to her. From a young age, it was drilled in your head as well as to the other people, how the world works. But all this turned out a myth. Contrariwise, everything you see like a myth, it is the real life. The same life it is, but without masks, without hypocrisy, without embellishing.
          -This is the same reason the fellowship consisting of four of us, also yet those of us stayed in Moscow, is unique. Just you are accustomed to the world of dead hypocrites. Now your task is to become accustomed to the world of the livings. Accept it. Live it it for a while. And you will see how much better it is. Because the world you lived, it it a dead one. And now you are meeting the world of the livings, - Albert concluded.

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Chapter 5. Lifeguard and cheater. Part 2. The teleportation.

          Nadezhda felt unusual in the new place. If she is just a guest, maybe she wouldn't feel so, however, the information that they abandoned their customary place and became forced immigrants in the Siberia, especially in winter, threw her off balance for a while. In a week, she began to notice that some part of her accepts these circumstances. She saw that different places and living conditions are like scene-change in the theater, but the internal viewer stays the same. Maybe so the human being gets used for everything? She wasn't sure.
          Although they lived in such a wilderness, where the soviet people are deprived of very many things, Albert and old Paul had money. Even during the market-oriented reforms there was not a single commercial stall in the endangered village. These stalls stood four miles from here, where they had arrived by bus at night and the choice of food was much more narrow than in Moscow region. However the old man all the time was bringing the imported food, and when Nadezhda payed attention   at the inscriptions on the packages, it turned out almost all of them were made in the United Stations.
          They had not to hide Olesya anymore. Although Paul was uncommunicative with the neighbors, however, he told as if casually that now he has lodgers, that's a woman, her husband and his niece, as if all of them are from Krasnoyarsk, although they were born in the West. In Siberia the people name the European part of Russia as the West.
          The neighbors, because of their poorness, wanted to invite lodgers too, but they doubted someone would be going to look for apartment in such a wilderness. So they asked old Paul in order he would find such people else. One day the old Paul was walking in the street of the village with Albert. Near a gate, another old man was standing and smiling without reason. With his round face and amiable smile he remotely resembled a famous actor, although he was much bigger. They said hello, talked a little and Paul has promised to find an alone women as a lodger or two women friends.
          -How is he from your point? - the old man asked Albert, when they have moved aside.
          -Although he is a little stupid, but religious and I feel, he is a kind one, this is the main thing.
          -This is Balda. You see, the faith had been a very good influence on him.
          -Praise God!
          -When I became aware that his faith is real, when the first child was born in his family, a boy, now he is twenty five, he lives and works in Krasnoyarsk, then I put under a note: "Your happiness is between three pines". I drew a scheme there and indicated the place of these pines. He understood nothing, but his wife, without being a fool, she had sorted things out, and I had not to write a note at the second time. Although it was difficult, but she had found  and dug up the "treasure" I had buried. There, underground, in the tin can I put an amount of money about equivalent to that amount I'd stolen long ago.
          -Certainly this fact does you credit, - Albert said. - Unlikely another would return the money.
          -Don't compliment ahead of time. What if you will be disappointed after? However, perhaps, you will be not, because I reconfirmed that you assert the moral freedom, in fact, not just in words. Olesya craves something.
          -You said, she doesn't like young people.
          -I'm going to tell you about she likes.
          The old man led his successor in the edge of the village, where the forest already was beginning, and there he expounded his amusing plan to Albert.
          After the information about impossibility returning home, now Nadezhda gradually recovered from it. Maybe, it is not worth worrying? What if the new life will turn out better than former one? They are in Siberia, but the food at home not worse than in Moscow. No everyday difficulties or caring.
          After consulting, the old man and Albert yet decided to let her in on the secret of the teleportation, because of the hiding this great ability now consequences may be worse than from disclosure. Without being aware, in what degree it is serious, she could do anything stupid and fall into the hands of the sharks who are undercover of the FSB certificates.
          After sending Olesya outside to go for a walk, they told her about the things they are able. She listened to them and didn't know, whether it was worth believing in things she heard. But she had to believe.
          -Do you remember, you were indignant, because you forgot your makeup bag at home in Mytishchi and you said you were so accustomed to it that you wanted nothing instead of it? Say, where it is, and I will "climb over" for it.
          -In my handbag in the low box of the bureau or in the cupboard in the wall. 
          Albert at once disappeared right in front her. Nadya turned pale.
          -You have to get used to this, - the old man said.
          She still didn't recover from shock, Albert has appeared again "from nothing", having taken from there not only the makeup bag, but also the whole handbag.
          -Now you see what a golden fish Kashin wanted to possess. And "wanted  the  whole  world  to  fear  him"? Almost as in the Pushkin's script. You would be taken by them as hostage and I would be forced robbing a bank, either In Moscow, or in Switzerland. If I don't obey, God forbid, they would cut your ear and show it me. "Dare at the next time not to obey, you will see the consequences".
          -My God! Impossible to believe! However, I thought, what is foolish spy playing? But now I feel, I am sleeping and I see a strange dream.
          -Did you have spanked your redhead friendess in the dream too, hadn't you?
          It seemed, Nadya opened her eyes wide, till a limit.
          -My God! I'll go mad!
          -I was there and in that instant when you might say about him, - Albert pointed at Paul. - I'd made the short circuit to divert your attention.
          -So, do you jump in this manner into the banks, instead your spies of the FSB?
          -I already told you, if it is so, I would have billions now.
          -Then where you take the money from? Of course, this is not billions, even not millions, but if it goes on so, It will be no problem with money forever.
          -Imagine the “shuttle” commerce, imagine full up trains till limit, for example, which are going from the Central Asia. How much money it may be spent for the tickets, for the charity to the racketeers, bribes of the cops, of the train personals, ticket collectors. All this is performing well. And now look: no long way at all, every place I need, is nearby, all the distances are zero. In fact, very short distances yet exist and here is why. You saw now, I have disappeared to "nowhere" and appeared "from nothing". In front of the people I must not do it every time. Certainly, at first, the most of people will think, that these things are gossips, a nonsense, a madness, but afterwards the whole world will try to get and to use this miracle, not only Kashin with Skolopendrin. And it would be a better outcome if Kashin only robs a bank. But what will be if he launches missiles with the nuclear warheads? So I have to, either appear, or disappear, in the garrets, in empty lots, in different dark corners and afterwards from these dark corners, I have to walk short distances by foot. Of course, I may sometimes surprise the people, I may joke, but if I begin to do it often, you understand now, what consequences may take place after this. Do you remember, I got a bruise on my eye? Do you want to learn where it occurred? In New-York!
          Albert felt a relief, telling his secrets, which he has not to hide from his wive now. 
          -So you could easily flee from them. Even being caught by Kashin and his stooges, you could disappear, then appear here or in New-York. Therefore, you tried TO RESCUE ME. Silly me, when we ran through the forest, I was scolding you mentally up and down... Therefore, you love me, - saying this, Nadya came up to Albert to kiss, wiping her eyes already started to moisten.
          -In gratitude, I'd ask you about the only thing, - Albert said, kissing and stroking her in answer. - Don't do stupid things, whatever would happen. Don't attempt to return back, it would be tantamount to a suicide. The main task we have now, legally or illegally to leave the state. Also, Olesya and all your friends have to leave for abroad. They will leave no one alone, even if they never get to me.
          -Does it mean, Including Lena? Yet she betrayed us!
          -She had committed a great mistake, now she repentance quite sincerely, we both heard this. Now you have learnt, what a "cocaine" it was talked about. She knows about the teleportation, therefore, they will get rid of her, when they don't need her anymore. At first, she was seduced by the spy stardust, the money, in addition this sexual instructor Kashin. She has a chance to become our friend again. She still isn't gone this far. Well, you judge, but things happen in life. Being irritated, one may commit something wrong, and doing villainy one may become such a scoundrel, even his death not always can rectify the situation.
          -What do you mean? If a scoundrel himself has chosen his destiny, what for he would rectify something?
          -All the people have friends, even husbands or wives. In fact, this is only the appearance. They are alien to each other, and someone of them always keeps primacy. For the appearance, they would share equally a breakfast or a dinner. But give them a piece of silver, they already would share it not equally. Regarding the gold, a comment isn't needed, it will transform them into enemies and bring a happiness to no one. I don't need this appearance, so I refused to be friend with anyone. But your case is unique. At first glance, the relationships of all four of you  don't express something important, but in fact, such relationships take place very rarely. Among you, no one prevails above someone. You are reciprocally independent and in the same time you aren't afraid to be candid. This word sounding not loudly, they express low-key facts by themselves, but to compare them with the darkness the society is immersed, these relationships are as if glowing with bright light.
          Albert noticed his wife didn't hear him, because it seemed, unwittingly she deeply withdrew into herself. In fact, yet what was taking place in her mind? At first she almost moved to tears from the care his husband had taken of her to rescue her, and this fact touched her feelings. However, when she remembered Lena talked her about Albert's possibility to cheat her with her woman friends, using the teleportation, it affected her, like a bucket of cold water poured on her head. Before she didn't give relevance, but now have remembered his husband also sometimes looks at Olesya when she is walking back and forth in the room in the short skirt.
          -Why have you grown sad, my beauty? Now, I am going to give you a surprise.
          After saying this he again disappeared right in front of them and it distracted her from pondering. What else has he planned? It seemed her as if she had to wait for him long, but only fifteen minutes passed.
          -Is it dangerous? - she asked Paul.
          -Not more than move from one room to another one, however, it depends what a room one plans to move in, but even this wouldn't be dangerous, because one almost always would succeed to "climb away" in time.
          Albert appeared in the same strange manner as he had disappeared. At this time he was soaking wet, looked like a winner and presented to his wife a bouquet of not local flowers, which valued on the markets.
          -You've got all wet. This time, where are you from?
          -From Yalta. Beyond it's downpour now and ten degrees of heat (50F). To visit a flower shop, I ran down the embankment about two hundred meters, but to return I disappeared right in front of the saleswoman. I suppose, she doesn't want to be called crazy, so afterwards she will keep silent, but she will have a food for thought for a long time.
          -Had you told her about your first "travel" in New-York? - the old man joined the conversation.
          -I'd only learned that he got there a bruise on his eye.
          -Tell her it, Alik, - asked old Paul, - it will not seem bored.
          Albert has told her about his first teleportation in America, into the largest city. This story with all details at once has diverted Nadezhda from the negative thoughts. 
          During first days she was ashamed to make love with the husband and was wondering that old Paul made it with his Olesya so, certainly, during the light is switched off she could not see it, but she heard everything. She heard every time the girl herself took the initiative, tried to kiss, whispered him something in the ear - altogether, she excited him by all the ways, always succeeded the reciprocity, after this they breathed with passion about ten minutes and the bed accompanied rhythmically them with its creak. Observing them, Nadya became more daring and began to give herself to Albert, less and less being afraid of the accompanying noises and soon she ceased to pay attention to them at all. A few words Olesya said yesterday after switching off, these words excited her curiosity:
          -When will we be doing it? - she asked the old man in the darkness.
          -I see, you have a burning desire to receive it. But who will be screeching?
          -Yet don't listen to it and be more severe with me. I like it, you know.
          -We have the guests.
          -They are for a long time. Regarding us, will we be nagging monotonously all the way? It's boring.
          -If we show everything at once, we could scare the people. We have to... gradually... get used to... - She didn't catch they further talked.
          -What a trick to commit? I guess...
          -In that case, I will increase the quantity and quality.
          -I will not be afraid.
          -That's now you are saying like this. Don't take offence then...
          -To take offence? At you? Ah! Ah! - suddenly Olesya moaned. Making love always began from these "Ah! Ah!" In the end of the act these "Ah! Ah!" always repeated, but much louder and many times.
          Every morning this strange pair sat down to study. In general, the old man taught her English and the mathematics. One day while studying, old Paul was clearly irritated, because Olesya long didn't understand a new subject.
          -Yet I have to think, what a remedy to influence on you.
          -No matter how much to think, unlikely invent something better than it was invented at the dawn of the human history.
          It was a few days ago, and yesterday, after their last dialog, Nadezhda was beginning guess, what they were speaking about, and she was curious to know, whether will her guess be confirmed. Her curiosity soon was going to be satisfied.

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Chapter 4. Never. Part 2. The teleportation.

          Platform 41th kilometer, former "Siding 41th kilometer" when the Kurovskaya branch line still was single-track, is situated only three miles from dacha settlement Kratovo in the parallel Ryazansky railway direction.
          Long ago in childhood whole winters Albert dreamed about a small artificial lake surrounded with dacha houses, hidden under high pines. The lake is situated nearby, rights from the four-track railway with the unaccustomed left side traffic. The larger part of the settlement is situated lefts. The dachas had formed well-learnt by him network of the unpaved streets, extended one and a half miles, in some places till two ones. Beyond them a pine forest immediately begins, which till now reminds to Albert the childhood and emits something cheerful, easy, carefree, unlike spruce-birch dark forests of the Yaroslavsky and Savelovsky directions, severe ones, but beautiful in its own manner.
          At the same time here, in Kratovo, along the edge of the forest the voices of the mushroom pickers were sounded from every shrub, either of local people, or of summer residents of Moscow. But it was enough to go a little further, the voices became disappearing staying only in the memory, then some "voice of Silence" became to be heard, claiming itself by its silence, even shouting by it. Here a passing train may be heard too, but this railway is another at all, not similar Ryazansky one. There aren't large dacha settlements and large towns. That epoch, Albert as if was discovering a new mysterious world and expected beyond this single-track railway, the farther, the feeling of something beautiful and unknown would be increased.
          For the first time, he knew the nature free from unnatural noises, from society, which oppressed and imposed its unnatural ideology, the society, which demands to report about everyone's private life, which threatens and forbids to live in a distinctive manner. However, the society was here powerless. The nature lived according its own laws, and staying in it alone, it is impossible to explain with words, what ways through and what sense organs through this feel of the God's presence comes. About its meaning, also, untranslatable into the human language, one may say that it is wonderful.
          During all his childhood, Albert dreamed to walk by forest from the Kurovskaya railway branch to the North, till the Nizhegorodsky (Gorky) direction, but he had not time to return to time and the parents would be troubled. Only being an adult, he had realized his dream, but this realising gave him nothing, excepting a little disappointment. In some places the forest was a little worse, here and there he looked like a dry marsh covered by short trees. There were beautiful boondocks was seen in the East direction, but there was situated a guarded facility beyond a high fence, there was dachas of the Soviet and post Soviet bureaucrats. A little more to the West, there was a view of extensive fields, in which one could see a local twisting road. The road turned to the North, just here a large village Aksyonovo began and beyond was seen a ferro-concrete octopus of a town named with mad name Electric Coals was digging in the green body of the nature. But regarding the very center of the woody grace, it began just from the same place near the settlement Kratovo became silent, and extended till the Kurovskaya railway and only a little bit further.
          The most sparsely populated railway direction rejoiced him and at the same time provoked in soul a beautiful nostalgic sadness about the best instants of the distant childhood, and when Albert had learned the teleportation, it costed him nothing to visit these nooks, to learn every station of the former single-track railway, now it already was two-track one, in order at once to pop out in any of them in the area from Korenyovo to Gzhel. That's why he has helped his wife to flee along only this railway and he told about the plan to old Paul yet yesterday in New-York, when in Moscow it already was evening.
          From Albert's point, how we already know, New-York was in the immediate vicinity, but he had to show to old Paul the place where the fields begin and the road with them, leading in the town Electric Coals. This is the thing he was busy, when Nadezhdz waited for him in Taganka square.
          Even if he is watched, the whole this fuss will be concentrating only along the Kurovskaya branch railway. When the persecutors learn that this area of the forest is used to drop persecuting at all, they will not have time to catch them taking a detour and there is not a straight road from "41 kilometer" to Electric Coals. There is a pitted swath covered here and there with swamps and stumps, but only a tank could pass on it. They weren't prepared the "objects" they watched would flee, also, it would be risky to use helicopter for a simple reason: it would be very hard to hide from the chiefs an application such a machine in the operation.
          Albert teleported from the electric train away and appeared now in every station, excepting Ovrazhki, he didn't remember it well enough. As they agreed, Nadezhda came out in the Platform 41th kilometer while the door was closing, and ran forward.
          The helper of Skolopendrin wanted to pull the emergency brake, but the chief stopped him. Firstly, Nadezhda was alone; secondly, they had to watch the direction. She was running so till disappearing from the line of sight of the persecutors, who were leaving now by train to the next station Donino.
          -The less noise, the better. We have got on their tail again, - Skolopendrin explained gladly to his subordinate runner. - And now you will keep the whole operation. We come out in Donino. Run back quickly to meet her and the main thing, you must not be noticed. Now she will lead us to his husband, maybe to the whole lair.
          -Can they be armed? 
          -Unlikely. They are mystics, sectarians. Her husband isn't noticed in carrying a weapon, - Skolopendrin has lied to calm the subordinate, fortunately, he don't connect with the group was running an operation in the Sveta's apartment at night and they had got themselves shot. - You are an athlete and have to win in which case. However, this would be a blunder, because you must not be seen. Try not to disrupt the operation and not to scare them. Report us from the radio, but by as the quiet voice as possible. Remember: you have the honor that the outcome depends on you.
          "If he got himself shot, this would be of his own making, - Skolopendrin thought, - because he would discover himself. No great loss. If I give him a weapon, what if he being scared would kill this dude, who is beyond a price. Let him be running. It' not the first time.
          Nadya still slowly was running on the sleepers. Just the train, she had popped out, has disappeared beyond a turn, Albert climbed out from his cover in shrubs and ran following her. Soon they met. Joying, Nadya recognized his husband in the running man and it gave her forces.
          -My love, run slowly, in order not to be tired, but not too slowly, because we have to drop them. And I run faster to see, whether all right there.
          Albert still didn't reach running the place one had to turn lefts to the North, but suddenly he noticed in front something was not typical in the prospect of the railway tracks, immediately he has lain doggo. Really, a man was running to meet, he ran according to the sports rules and when he has reached the Albert's cover, Albert has recognized in him Skolopendrin's companion who stood in the train near him when Skolopendrin talked on the radio. It was just necessary to incapacitate him. Without long thinking, Albert shot. The persecutor from all over has fallen down on the sleepers, grabbed his wounded leg, rolled over the rail and further onto the ditch from the low embankment. He groaned and in full was busy only with himself. Albert didn't need to shoot him at the second time. He rushed to meet his wife and unnoticeable led her from the tracks. Till the trail they went quickly on foot in azimuth. On the trail they rushed to run again.
          -I can't anymore! I am tired, it's hard to breathe!
          -Be patient, my love, a little bit else. It seems, we have dropped them. It means, you are saved.
          Finally, they ran out of the forest and saw at once an alone car in the field, which as if was bored on the road. They came up to the car with quick steps. A gray-haired passenger was sitting near the driver. Albert without saying widely opened the rear door and let his wife come into, after this he himself came into. However, Nadezhda recognized old Paul, clothed in a usual coat in order not to attract attention. He was alive and healthy.
          In a few minutes they left the car in the settlement Hrapunovo. The old man payed to the driver and the last helped them to pull a big backpack out of the trunk. Soon they came into the gate of an abandoned house with boarded up windows.
          But those who soon came out of it, were two women. One of them was pretty, but the other was but the other was tall and some kind of strange. They agreed that the "strange" one will keep silent. In the last resort to whisper or pretend to be a deaf-mute. If "she" start to speak, in the best case "she" will be mistaken for a transvestite.
          It began to darken. No one was met in the street of the settlement. After walking two miles and a half, the strange pair came to a station "Lesnaya", what belongs to the quite branched Yaroslavsky direction. They had to be nervous for a while, because the electric train was late about ten minutes, however, it was even for the better: so, they had to be exposed less time in the Yaroslavsky railway station in Moscow. In an hour they passed without stopping the station Perlovskaya. Nadezhda didn't guess that sees this city in the last time.
          At the Yaroslavsky station the two disguised beyond recognition "friendesses" quickly came to the path, where the Transbaikal express train was going to leave. The tickets were bought beforehand. A woman, train attendant who was experienced with different passengers, didn't pay them close attention. There were else an old married couple in the four-sleeper coupe. They weren't too talkative, but when the old woman attempted to talk with the strange Nadia's "companion" - Nadya had whispered to the neighbor, as if "she" is her husband's sister and she just took "her" from a mental hospital and now she is bringing "her" home. And as if she is a schizophrenic, and her illness is expressed in the reticence and lack of mobility, that's in a harmless form for the others. They had to tolerate these neighbors till Novosibirsk. After their coming away, the door of the coupe opened and an old man with a girl came in, presenting her: 
          -She is Olesya, my "granddaughter".
          Olesya behaved quite uninhibited, sometimes she sat down on the old man's knees, turned to kiss. Usually, at first he threatened her with the finger, then kissed her reciprocally. Nadezhda and disguised Albert looked at the strange pair not with indignation, as other people would do, but with admiration, the first is a wanderer from the last century, the second is ready to enter the coming century.
          -Let your love reach till the doorstep and enter into the twenty-first century, - Albert expressed them his best wishes.
          -Thank you! - they both answered. 
          Nadezhda was smiling, keeping silent.
          -Maybe, you love the new dress more than the former one, don't you? - one day she asked him in the train.
          -I don't feel, neither a great pleasure, nor a sadness. However, there is a positive side. It is good to flee in these clothes, to hide himself. That really inspires confidence, that's very practical. And what is your opinion? - he asked, turning to Olesya. - Whether would I be mistaken for a disguised man if I keep silent?
          -You would be mistaken for a woman, certainly, if you are scraped, however, for a strange one: tall, flat-chested one, and a strange look of face, - Olesya answered, laughing.
          -Yes, really. You invented a version of the mentally ill relative, that's admirable!
          The rest of the time in this train was spent in the excellent mood. No one was embarrassed by no one, even Olesya handled simply and naturally and named everyone by their names. It wasn't blamed.
          And outside, starting from the Ural, the snow already was lying enough surely. Along the Siberian main line, the Siberian summer and winter are similar to the Moscow ones. Only the snow falls a little earlier. In summer, there are a little more mosquitoes and the nights are colder; in winter the thaws take place rarer. The landscape to see from the train, also, it differs little from the Moscow one. Of course, if in summer you to look in the grass with attention, you can see the ramsons, which is no around Moscow, also, a lot other grasses. Also, there are a lot of grasses near Moscow, which don't grow here. A lot of larch, also, cedars similar to pine, but at a glance from the train, there are a few of the changes. Only closer to Krasnoyarsk the terrain becomes rougher, instead the hills you can see not steep mountains, they are named "sopkas". Now they turned white, because the snow-covered forests are on their tops. 
          Albert came out of the train in Krasnoyarsk at the first time. Old Paul seemed as if the sopkas around the city are similar to the mountains in Yalta around the trolleybus station, but the climate is different at all and the air of the industrial city left much to be desired.
          The bus was winding on the road during about six hours, and the blackness outside didn't give any idea about the terrain. Only at midnight they arrived in the neighboring large village and had to walk the four miles through the forest on a trail. Being tired, they reached finally a rickety, but big wooden house. They switched on the lamps and heaters.
          Olesya put the tea and old Paul went to the cellar. He returned in about twenty minutes, bringing sausage, cheese, and some strange, not locally made bread. The inscriptions on the packages of the delicacies were in English.
          -Well, mister mathematician, how much time it is in New-York now? If here it is two ante meridiem, therefore there is two post meridiem now, - Albert answered, smiling. He understood, where Albert climbed over to buy the food.
          -Are we for a long while here? When we finally return home? - Nadya asked.
          -Never, - the spouse answered.
          -Whether, are you joking?
          -I am not joking. If you return there, it would be a suicide, but I want you are alive. We have no there way anymore. Therefore, we never return there.

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Chapter 3. A steeplechase. Part 2. The teleportation.

          Albert woke at eight o'clock in the morning, repaying whole his debt to the need for sleep. However, as it usually occurs, after full sleeping a human being feels more wrecked. 
          How good it is yet to be able to teleport! If not so, It would be not even a thought to spend the night at home after the shooting in Sveta's apartment he did yesterday. Certainly, they know who shot, also, they likely know that it is impossible to catch him, so they don't come. Not only Albert, but they would be ready to let go even a hundred criminals if only receive the theirs they need. Especially since this is not an official service, but an unauthorized activity. However, for that reason it should expect not less, but more the lawlessness and cruelty than from legal officials. By the way, it is quite possible that higher bodies, long ago, had learned about these machinations and now they are watching them in order at the high time to intercept data gained by this company, but we must not let go such developments. It would be a loss, a hundred-percent defeat. If one loses, being with these abilities, it would be a shame in front of himself.
          Albert was relaxing, massaged his legs as he could, in unnoticeable manner opened windows to refresh up himself with an autumn-winter cold current of the air, drank some strong tea, and as soon as the interest for the documents gained by the old man, increased to a maximum, he began to learn them.
          Kashin and two his assistant -all of them lived in the same house near The Kutuzovsky avenue, the closest metro station was the Studencheskaya (Of students). From all indications, it looked, as well as these both had got in the KGB not without Kashin's patronage. In the 1959 in the early childhood Kashin moved with his parents in this just built house. Regarding the color of the house, to say yellow or pinkish, all the same it wouldn't be exact, in that epoch in Moscow built houses were of the same undetermined color. In the same year, the metro station was built nearby. Skolopendrin and Batogov, the first of them in two years, the second in four ones, they were born in this house. Also, Kashin remembered his home in an old wooden building in a very poor technical condition someplace in the lanes of Sretenka.
          Three photos of every one of them were annexed. Albert recognized the two: Batogov was checking his passport and Kashin stood nearby when he was coming out from the entrance with his wife. He thought, he still didn't meet Skolopendrin, because he didn't notice who was looking at him from the darkness, when he had the first date with Lena and he had teleported on the stairs of her house. In his appearance on the photo, one unlikely could find something "police". One might mistake him for a person who is executing analysis activities, for a mathematician, for example, he could teach at university where Albert long ago studied and had an experience of speaking with people of similar professions. Also, there were a few of addresses of safe houses in this stack of paperwork, which were prepared, either by the official security Service, or by Kashin himself. The information about Kashin's secret apartments, there were two of them, naturally, was classified from everyone colleagues who was outside the deal, including Lena. The racketeers whom Kashin presented as his personal snitches, used two service flats situated near the Filevskaya line of the metro. One of flats, which sometimes were visited by women gathering information, was situated in the near Zamoskvorechye District, in the Arsenevsky lane. Another one was in the New Cheryomushki district, near the metro. These three agents could use, either own cars, or cars of the Service, but equally because of different reasons, also, they could use the urban transport. Batogov and Skolopendrin had own cars "Zhiguly-6" in the personal garages. Kashin had "Zhiguly-9" and dreamed for a foreign-made car. Almost his whole illegal income he invested into his shady transaction, especially now, when he kept the luck almost in his pocket. There was not any doubt that the "object" possesses the valuable ability to teleport, but unfortunately this ability created an impossibility to capture and subdue the object.
          Albert was aware that the pursues try not to scare him, but there is an instant, when they will have to expose themselves and in that case they will act decisively, immediately and mercilessly. When will it occur? They must not get ahead of him. The quicker he evacuates his wife, the better it will be. He will have to think, how to evacuate the rest of girlfriends, but it will be after. Although they know from Lena, also, it's possible, through the listening devices, his mistresses are every one of the three. However, it is unlikely that an idea would occur in their minds to capture someone else earlier than the lawful wife. From his point, it would be equally hard to sacrifice any of them the four, but this fact still has not come till the persecutors. Now Albert was sorry that he has dissuaded old Paul to meet in the night New-York, and the meeting is planned there for six o'clock in the morning local time when in Moscow it will be 14.00, that's afternoon. During this time anything may happen. No, he must evacuate her by all means already today.
          In addition, the shots he had fired yesterday, it seemed, wouldn't cause any issue, it fact, they may force to move the events faster, and this is not good for him. At the meeting Paul will tell him, that fast decision making cannot be allowed without the extreme necessity. But he already understood it. It wasn't any necessity, just he wanted to shoot, and a cursory examining the situation, everything looked blameless. That's really, he yesterday refrained from "lying down between girlfriends" when he eavesdropped Nadya and Lena. Also, he might refrain from shooting in the same manner. Always and everywhere, now he has to behave like an intelligence officer, not like a simple man or even like a petty crook. Everything is much more serious.
          After working half an hour with the documents and trying to remember more, as far as possible, Albert, in the manner his old friend says, "has climbed over" on the stairwell near the garret in the Lena's house, then he walked downstairs till the apartment he needed and rang the bell. The two girlfriends were astonished from his unexpected appearing after the absence of the phone calls yesterday and today.
          Over tea, when Nadya didn't see, Lena started making eyes at him. He turned his look away and the only time, while it was guaranteed that Nadya can notice nothing, Albert smiled, put his finger on his lips, then he has wagged his finger at her and shew his fist her, joking. Catching a moment, as if to spite Lena, he began to molest his lawful wife in a manner of a street punk. He picked her up from her chair, beginning to kiss, to hug, to pull up her skirt.
          -Still, what is the matter with you? Do you need it right now? Do you really think this place is appropriate? Why you are going mad? You should feel shamed in front of my friend. What impatient you are! We still didn't finish the tea.
          Lena was looking at them. She quickly have understood that her situation is not quite nice, staring at the hugging couple, and abruptly turned away, she came out of the room. It was the same thing Albert needed. He carefully whispered in wife's ear already prepared words:
          -We have to go. In this home, it's more dangerous than at our one. She has betrayed us. Don't overreact, otherwise you will spoil everything. We have money, we have a place to hide, we have enough chance to be saved. The only thing may destroy everything, this would be your disobedience.
          Instead an answer, a puzzled and astonished look followed.
          -Do you think I joke? Today night, from this toy I had wounded two dudes, - carefully, in order no one would see, Albert shew her the pistol. - I don't know, whether they stay alive. You have to do the only thing: during about fifteen minutes, to sit still only for show. After this quietly and politely to leave. Is it difficult? This is the high time to depart.
          The last words "time to depart" were heard by Lena when she came in again. Soon after coming out, she guessed Albert intentionally might to play a love scene with his wife to report her something. Her chiefs read her the lectures, which sometimes took place in the safe house in a quiet and cozy atmosphere.
          -However, you are like a crazy, - said Nadya aloud. And it almost popped out "What the hell have you done?" But some feeling, which it is impossible to explain, stopped her at the high time and she has preferred prudently to keep silent.
          -Lena, we are leaving, - suddenly reported Albert, turning to her. He has guessed, that she heard ending of their conversation.
          -Let's Alik sit else a little about fifteen minutes.
          Albert took a look at his watch. It was afternoon, five minutes after one o'clock. 
          -No. We have better to come out right now, not to be late.
          -Where you are hurrying so?
          -We will return in the evening and tell.
          -Are you really going to roll me back and forth?
          -I'll explain everything later. We will have to return here.
          They hurriedly dressed. Nadezhda didn't calm down, but continued grumbling, annoying more and more. When they came out of the entrance, her annoyance reached the maximum and at this moment Albert told her in the ear:
          -We have not to return. Do you remember, yesterday in our yard three dudes were captured? Also, there is the pistol "Walter" in my pocket. However, Lena is afraid of something. She has the premonitions of death. All these things are connected each with other. I don't joke and don't play.
          -What is the matter. Did you have mixed-up with the cocaine traffickers, like Lena did? You have dropped selling newspapers, but there is money more and more, haven't you? You think as if I see nothing.
          -I earn this money in an honest way. If I begin to thieve, I'l have a few of billions, and because of this fact they hunt us. They cannot catch me. They still don't guess that we are bolting away. Otherwise, you will be taken hostage by them to detain me. If I tell now why they need me... do you know, how they are able to look at the face and to place the burden on the psychological state? They will understand at once that you know too much. Likely, you know, what happens to those who knows too much. I don't want to lose you, therefore do everything I say. Now we leave by metro.  I must meet someone. I will get off sooner than we reach, but you roll by the Circle Line till the station "Taganskaya", come out and wait for me there, in spite anything happens.
          He told her all this in the desert street, leading to the metro station. They walked with fast steps.
          -If all this turns out as a foolish joke, I'll not live together with you.
          -In both cases, either we will be in the security to live and prosper, or to perish together, all the same you will learn that it is not a joke. The end of this comedy depends on you 99%. There were enough beautiful and tragic histories in the world when lovers preferred to die together. I think, we have better not to increase their number.
          Then he shew her the photos of the three possible persecutors. Also, he taught her what to say if they attempt to capture her, wrote a few of names and phone numbers, she can use. 
          They were traveling by metro long and had time to change to the Circle line. Albert looked at the watch. Arriving to the station "Dobryninskaya", it was two without five. He could not accompany her further.
          -I come out now. I don't know, how long you will have to wait for me there, but be standing, otherwise it would be our end. No matter what hole I will pop out of, immediately run to me. And be aware, what decent people they would seem you, in fact, they are worse than now deceased Tolik's all bandit "roofs" and the only thing consols, they are smarter, more predictable and are afraid of the higher rank authorities. I'll try to do faster.
          In the station he came out, waited till train have gone. There was a narrow door in front of the entrance into the dark tunnel. The door was a silver color painted and a red inscription on it: "Danger. No entry". Albert came up and overstepped on right, holding to the door, above the rails. After entering, he disappeared in the darkness.
          Nadezhda travelled two stops else and got out where they agreed. Her heart was troubled, but also she wanted to learn what is the matter and what the end will be. One might assume everyone is nonsense, but a pistol in husband's pocket is this a nonsense? And what about these people on the photos. She already saw someone of them, but could not remember where it was. And what about this referring to general Paukov? Is is possible that a general in addition would be a coke dealer? That's some kind of devilry, but, also, not a hogwash. This is some part of a truth, although it is strange.
          She came up to a newsstand. Is it worth buying "Crime reporting" or it is not?However, there is a lot of own problems and one have to ponder about them. It would be better not to look aside. What if I have to wait long? Maybe, buy it to kill time?   
          -Are you missing? I'm going to tell you one thing ant it will be interesting even without the "Crime reporting".
          -I guess, we aren't familiar.
          -However, look at me more attentively. They say there was such a movie long ago: "You and I met together somewhere".
          Nadezhda unwittingly has taken a look at the intrusive stranger. He was one of the men from the photos Albert showed her. Also, he was one of those whom she saw somewhere.
          -I remind, together with a colleague, we checked your documents, when you were coming out of the entrance yesterday in the morning. 
          He didn't lie. She recognized him. There was something very unpleasant in this person, in spite of his manners seemed polite ones.
          -What is a kind of connection between me and the events taking place yesterday in the yard?
          -Yesterday no connection, but today you have it. At night, your husband penetrated in the Svetlana Izmailova's apartment by unknown us way and wounded with a pistol "Walter" (as analysis showed), to our two colleagues. They both are in a hospital now, also, one of them is in a severe condition. Your husband was traveling in the metro together with you, got off in the station "Dobryninskaya" and tried to penetrate into the tunnel, where are the trains go, but not normal people. They had to detain and cuff him. So, if you are waiting for him, that's in vain. You may stand till the tomorrow morning. Here I've trapped you! You have believed me. You believed Albert shot a gun to people. Therefore, he inducts you in his deals. But you can help him, being frank with us.
          Suddenly, Nadya remembered Albert told her: "No matter, they would tell you, as if I am detained, arrested, killed or as if I am giving evidence - this will be a lie not 90%, not 99%, but whole 100%. Be stalling. Regarding Kovalev, general Paukov, their phone numbers these are trump cards you'll play it as a last resort".
          -Why I would have to believe you? What did your colleagues in the Izmailova's apartment?
          -Your friendess was not there. She left for the settlement "Behests of Ilyich" to Valya Zhuchenko. You see, we know everything. And by unknown way, your husband and coke dealers penetrated into the apartment, - Batogov lied, regarding the last who weren't "specialists" in the drugs, - And when our people attempted to detain them, your husband shot and ran away, climbing down on the drain pipe. Perhaps, then rolled away by taxi, thinking as if he cannot be caught. Do you really think, as if he succeeded to go away, especially in the subway? The subway is a trap. Now all the exits are over us and in the tunnel every one must be detained, even in spite his stellar reputation if such a thing is in fact. There are always our guys from the anti-terrorist department and every entrance is covered by surveillance cameras. Do you trust in fables? You have better to follow us and to give testimony in a calm atmosphere.
          -You have neither an arrest warrant, nor a judgement, nor a subpoena.
          -These things soon will be. And now, your husband will be interrogated. It is our will, to whom to bring him. If I don't get enough of the data I need, I'll bring him to the comrades of the people he shot. They just dream to get him. Are you imagining, what they can do with him while they will beat out of him testimony?
          -So what a data you need?
          -About all his friends and connections lately. We are interested in them, not in him. We know that your husband had cut off all his former connections. If he is so frank with you, to such a point that you are known about his night crime...
          -I have not told this! I see you are known. By the way, before, you could be jailed because of the failure to report crimes. You may stand on yours, but I am keeping up with developments. It cannot be as if he never, at least once, said about his friends, connections, hobbies.
          -Even I never heard from him the words: "coke, drugs".
          -I ask you not about the coke.
          -At our home no one was, excepting a strange old man who already is not living. Unlikely, you are interested.
          -We are interested in everything. How old he was?
          -He was something like more than sixty, but not more than seventy years old.   
          -His name? How he looked?
          -Once Albert said that he had died in unknown circumstances.
          -Did you check this? Did you see the cadaver?
          -Neither checked, nor saw.
          -So, your husband invented this story about his death and brought home this type, likely, when they just made acquaintance. When they expanded their activities, your husband learnt what trouble he has got into, then he decided to hide from you the continue of the contact with him.
          -I don't understand, what for you need an old vagabond, an odd, also, he trusts in God and likes to reason. It seems, you are in the wrong business.
          -How, as have you said? An old vagabond, an odd person who trusts in God, philosophizes, reasons, doesn't he? So he is wanted by the militia. We know about this. It's quite possible, it is himself. You said he is odd. An odd person, this is a rare one. Do you see in the street a lot of old vagabonding philosophers? However, he doesn't similar to an usual tramp, does he?
          Saying so, Batogov took headphones from a small case and put them on; not on his ears, but nearby. After this he took a long tube, vaguely, what purpose to serve.
          -Do you know what a thing is this? This is a stunner. If I direct it at you and switch on it, you will lose consciousness immediately. Then you will come to yourself in a place which will not be too comfortable and you will be spoken not so politely. I am sure, you are telling not in full.
          -However, how it will be considered by your chiefs, for example, by general Paukov?
          -Who would let you come up to him?
          -If I disappear, other people will call him. And if he is not in his seat, they will call to Kovalev. Any of them would be glad to get an information what are you dealing with Kashin and Skolopendrin. They would let me come in with open arms. So quit flattering yourself, lord... oh, excuse me, comrade Batogov!
          Batogov had to apply whole his knowledge to hide, in what a shock into he has been thrown by the words of the disobedient "client", but he only partly succeeded to hide his state of mind. The attempt "to switch off" all the emotional channels provoked a stupefying effect. Nadezhda saw the trump cards given her by Albert are working. It added her a self-confidence.
          -You have to do the only thing: don't limit my freedom to move.
          -And how long are you going to stand here? Now it is cold. We are standing here about an hour. I was not going to limit your freedom to move. Your husband's freedom to move already was limited. Nobody comes. Why so?
          -If you are cold, go to warm.
          -I obey the wise counsel, - saying this, Batogov headed to the doors of the metro, but before reaching them, he took from the pocket a radio set and adjusted the telescopic aerial.
          -I am Rosemary, I am Rosemary, Eagle and Lightning, reception, - hearing an answer, he continued:
          -Object-2 knows Ruler and Pecker, I repeat: object-2 knows Ruler and Pecker. It seems, she waits the object-1 in order to flee. We have to involve all the groups for surveillance. We cannot let them get away. Reception.
          -I am Lightning, - Batogov heard in the answer. To involve all the groups is impossible. I have no right to remove them from the assignment. Otherwise, I will be put on trial, not you. Let's try to handle with the only group. What makes you think that they flee? Reception.
          -She knows about night shooting and a little knows the rest things. I guess, he told her that he has the pistol, otherwise, unlikely she would believe. When I started to ask her and bluff, she has named correctly Ruler, Pecker and their phone numbers. Reception.
          -I am Lightning. This is the last thing we need. I'm leading the whole group now to support. They will lead us to the next objects, perhaps, they have laboratories. Let's be patient. It must not be, everything depends on the only object. We have to seek the rest. Reception.
          -I am  Eagle, I am Eagle. Lightning and Rosemary, listen me attentively. I feel, the object is going to flee in the Kazan or Gorky railway direction. I'm heading to the station Perovo. Under it, there is the station Chukhlinka. Both ways there cross each other. If they use an electric train, I will follow them and report their itinerary. Reception.
          -I am Lightning. Eagle, I support your plan. Stick to it.
          -I am Rosemary, I am Rosemary, an additional report. In the summer, an old man visited the object-1. A few of his signs are similar ones said in a report by a cop from the area of the Three Railway Stations. Have you understood me? Reception. 
          -I am Lightning. I've understood. Attaboy, Rosemary! We go to support you. Any questions...  End of connection.
          -I understand, - Batogov answered quietly and put the radio in his pocket. After this he came up to Nadya, who already stagnated in long waiting, and pronounced exulting:
          -Doesn't it seem that your husband is absent very long?
          -What makes you think as if I'm waiting only for him?
          In this instant at a high speed, breaking the monotony of the car noise by the squeal of brakes, a car "Volga" approached to the pavement and its door opened. A man wearing dark glasses, sitting near the door gave a cry to the crowd:
          -Nadya! To me! Faster! - After this, raising himself a little, he opened the back door, where she should sit down, himself, ran to the back door, closing the front one and turning to the driver said quietly:
          -As we have agreed, in Novo-Gireevo.
          However, Batogov succeeded to attach the strange tube, which he before took from the small case and using it to scare Nadezhda, to the wires running from the headphones and to direct it at the car, which suddenly appeared out from nowhere. Nadya has recognized Albert from afar, wearing the dark glasses, but in the first instant only by his voice. Running, she flopped onto the back seat, the door blew shut and the car has rushed off.
          -Alik, he is going to shoot us with something.
          -No, - Albert quietly answered, turned back and put his finger to the lips. 
          Her shout as if spurred the driver. And just for a short while the roadway turned out free from cars, stopped at the crossroads by the traffic light. The driver used this, breaking a lot of the rules, he rushed right on the other side of the square to move in the opposite direction. By the rule, one had to roll along this side till a place where U-turn was allowed. Just when the car turned onto the street Entuziastov, Albert clarified:
          -It was not a weapon, but a listening device.
          -He, scoundrel, has scared me with this device and I had to play all the trump cards.
          -Now they will follow us more active. How you failed to guess that no weapon would be attached to the headphones?
          -The tube he kept in his hand without attaching anywhere, although he had put the headphones before.
          -You, guys, aren't fleeing from the militia? In such a case they throughout will bother me.
          -We are fleeing from a criminal organization, something similar the mafia, but worse, - saying this, Albert took out of the pocket the electric train schedule, took a look at the watch, then at the street running against. Now he was sure, when he put his wife in the car, Batogov heard "Novo-Gireevo". They will be near the intricate underpasses in three minutes. Albert decided to attempt to command the driver without a pistol. Now it was seen from every sign that the driver was a typical scoundrel. Old Paul named this kind of people "Soviet pettifoggers". A mitigation of conversation could give more time to stay on the track. Aggravation of conversation immediately could provoke a conflict with demanding to pay the part of the way and go out of the car.
          -Nobody tells bad about himself, - the driver parried Albert's explaining this is not the militia who follows them. - But if dig deeper, one can find something to jail you for a half of the life.
          -To get two hundred dollars for nothing, is it a little?
          -I'm not for sale and I don't provide services for the criminals. If I knew from beginning whom I deal with, I already would bring you into the militia, we were rolling by, but not to Taganka.
          -You yourself, don't believe you said. Because if you believe, you would be afraid of saying such things to criminals.
          -I am a strong working muzhik. It's you cowards, intellectuals.
          -Say this your chief, at work.
          -It's none of your business, what and to whom I say. And I can beat anyone like you. I am ready to come out right now and to break your face.
          -I am not a fighting dog to do similar nonsense. If you don't touch me, I'll just come past you, as well as past a pile of shit, - suddenly Albert changed a speak tone, immediately having transformed. - But if you, billy goat, touch me, I'll tear your guts out and put them around my hand. Understood?
          -What!
          -Keep your hands on the steering wheel if you don't want to crash into something.
          Getting angry, the driver started to move to the right lanes and soon stopped near the pavement.
          -So listen to me now, turnkey's son, - Albert continued. - I speak your crappy thieves' language in order it would be more understandable for you. In any case I would defeat you, because you are stupid and it is easy to prepare any surprise for an idiot. Even if I cannot defeat you, I would get you, using my purposefulness you have not. I could persecute you for a bloody insult for a few of years, and one day I would catch you and bleed you! I am a friend of the Chechen people and I estimate and consider acceptable their custom of revenge. Especially, against such a pig like you. But I am more dangerous for you than a Chechen, because I am set free from any customs and prejudices. I am a warrior, not a criminal, and I will persecute your red ass kind, Bolshevik curse, whole my life!
          Albert's unexpected utterances one by one retarded the outcome, making the enemy stagnate for a while, either because of the astonishing, or because of the ponder. This didn't fit with the experience of his former altercations. Finally, he concluded as if a man who quarrels with him is a poseur and psycho, that's one of those who recklessly and presumptuously gets into fights and always stays beaten or jailed. The driver returned back, swang his arm as a collective farmer and... stagnated, being horrified, seeing a gun directed at him. Also, no heartbreaking hesitation was seen on the face of the man who kept the gun in the deadly grip. It was a joyful hunting excitement who long sought and finally has found a victim he needed.
          -What... What for so chafe? We have talked like men... I told you... You told me... There are people around us. Let's be reasonable. What unrestrained you are. You cannot take a joke.
          In fact, Albert didn't lose his cool at all. He was able so well to manage the beast who is hidden inside of every one of us. If it was necessary, he kept him on a short chain, but when they were near the railway station Novaya, he unleashed him, without forgetting to look at the watch. Right here he had to stop, and there was a rest of a little time for this quarrel and walking to the station.
          -The matter is not about me. I am able to stay without being offended. The matter is that every communist or fascist regime is supported by people like you. If your sort of people disappear, maybe a paradise will not be as a result, but at least, it will be a good normal life as in the West. While you are alive, you have a chance to change your mind. Regarding the payment, I was going not to pay at all, after this, but all right: I throw onto your seat one hundred bucks, it's enough. All the same, for me, it's easier to make them than you would drive seven miles. If you want to live, put your head and hands on the steering wheel... faster! Using my words, I stopped you in the district I needed. I am not alone here. Sit still, till the cops or my persecutors will come up to you. Otherwise, you even will not learn, what a point from, you were shot. A Dieu!
          Nadezhda heard and was astonished. She used to have conflicting feelings. How little she knew her husband, although she spent three years with him! Here now he showed her his strong side, because of which it was awful, a macabre cold came from his words. Yes, he turned out a stronger person than she supposed. He is able to hold his own, her own, if he loses, he will inevitably revenge. She failed to understand, why she is not joyful for this reason. In fact, she didn't because he was not a dream boy on the white horse, but a warrior from the quite real modern life. To be a warrior, it is not to have to win three or four enemies with the only hit. It is enough to have inside a warrior spirit, and then, as it is told in the Scripture, feet become swift to shed blood. A warrior is a participant of war, but there is not a beautiful thing in the war. The Grim Reaper always follows it or someone may imagine another form, but provoking the same feelings. Nadezhda just didn't want now that his husband would kill someone, especially in front of her. Maybe they right act to flee? Whether for a long while?
          Two cars with task groups subordinates to Kashin speeded down the street Entuziastov to meet the fugitives. They already have learned from Batogov the number of the grey car "Volga". A few times, either one, or other of them, without succeeding to see quickly the car numbers, they turned in the opposite direction, breaking the rules and sometimes almost making a car accident, avoiding it by a miracle, but the numbers turned out wrong, also, the passengers were the wrong ones. Finally, by chance, they saw the "Volga" they needed. It was parked near the pavement. The driver was sitting, holding the steer wheel and putting his head on it. At first he was scared, then started to resent and threaten to the "objects", even he proposed his services to help to detain the persecuted persons, but they ignored him, but rushed to the station Novaya. Just an electric train left for the station Kurovskaya. The fact was reported to Skolopendrin, and he rushed running from Chukhlinka to Perovo higher. There a subordinated partner was waiting for him who had the second degree in running at medium distances.
          A part of people stayed to patrol the platform, whether Albert with his wife would appear. Everyone had the photos of the "objects". They were going to check the electric trains from Moscow and to Moscow. Another part of the group returned into the cars. One car rushed to Novo-Gireevo. Kashin was in it. Another car arrived in Taganka, Batogov got into it and they went along the Ryazansky avenue, farther from the Center. Those who stayed in the cars, they were waiting impatiently the reports from the railways. If there is not a report, the only hope stayed that sooner or later the "objects" will return to any of the known addresses. And the whole trouble was that the "object-1" was completely unaware, as it seemed, and nobody was prepared for his unexpected actions. At the time of their possible fleeing, the cars which were free from the work, they were very far, so they couldn't, neither to catch the "object", nor to follow him.
          Skolopendrin passed the train back and forth. He would recognize everyone who was under watching, no matter, with the dark glasses or without them. However, Albert had put on the dark glasses in Taganka only to win a second, maybe a split second. But there were not of them in the train.
          -Did you check the toilets in the middle of the train, - Skolopendrin heard from the radio.
          -We haven't a trihedral key with us. Zounds! We already have reached Lyubertsy.
          -Along the Ryazan direction all the trains are checked now. The comrades turned out more provident than you are. They had the keys with them and have checked all the places.
          Skolopendrin was a little offended, but has preferred not to be distracted. 
          -So, maybe I would leave this train? However, I can lend the keys from the train driver.
          -Don't leave. Check everything. If they need the Kurovskaya direction, this is the only train. Regarding the next train, they would have to wait for it very long.  
          Skolopendrin spoke through the radio in the observation platform, sticking out the aerial into the little window without a glass. The subordinate partner who could run well, was looking at him, waiting for the next command. If he looked not at him, but aside, he would see beyond the glass of the door, which opens the space between the carriages, at first a man, then a woman, they looked at him in turn and recoiling and running through one carriage, in the next carriage they locked the door with their own trihedral key.
          -We must reach the station "Platform 41 kilometer". Now, either he will be commanded "Cancellation", or they will demand to check every toilet. As you see, it is impossible to capture me, including the tunnel of the metro. I wasn't joking, telling this. Why so, I cannot say it now. I am going to hide myself and you have to be inconspicuous for a while. Join any group, for example, the tourists, a group of women, at worst, card players. If they even notice you, unlikely come up to you, just they will follow where you go. If they attempt to detain you, call for help the passengers, pull the time till a station and break a window at the station you will arrive. It would be a sign to me, however, only at the station. I just don't want to open fire in the train, especially ahead of time. If you reach the "Platform 41 kilometer", come out in the same instant when the doors are closing and run, run forward in the direction of the moving train. We have a little of time.
          -What you are up to? Are you going to be hanging outside the train? You may fall down! You may be electrocuted if on the roof. This is a nightmare! Don't leave me!
          -I try my best only because of you. If I am alone, I wouldn't need this train. If you ever know all the truth, you will know that I don't a mistake now. What did say to you that devil in Taganka? But we have won! Now we will win too. You have better to tell now, what have you understood. Faster, please.
          -Quickly to join a group of people. If I'am attacked, to break window at any station. If all right, to come out in the "Platform 41 kilometer", when the doors are closing and to run forward.
          -Smart girl! - saying this, Albert pecked her on the lips and ran along the train in opposite of Skolopendrin direction.
          In a half of an hour, the train passed the "Platform 41 kilometer" with untouched windows. And in fifteen minutes else, a shot has sounded in the forest, two miles from the station.

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