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Bartholomew, using this recipe, easily solved the problem of eliminating "defective" children. No one who saw the face of the master of the order could leave the community just like that. People who joined it either became devoted servants of the order and executors of the will of the Teacher-Abbot, or received their dose of the coveted powder.
Gideon was brought to the order from an orphanage, just like Vahe, Tikhon entered training two years earlier, but he was no longer a child, he turned seventeen on the day he crossed the border of the special unit. All of them passed the second stage of verification, and entered the location of the occult community, where they actively developed their i
In the entire history of the order, there were only a few attempts to terminate relations with it by adherents. But all of them ended dramatically. All, except one, who put the hope of salvation to the children elected to the orders. Tikhon became such a person. Before he left, he left a scar on the Abbot's face. Novices said that the human hand could not leave such a scar, that the imprint on Bartholomew's face was the punishment of the higher hierarchs who supervised everyone who set foot on the path of the power of knowledge. This, in turn, indicated that Tikhon had outgrown the Teacher. However, this was only talk.
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– How did you manage to get out of the clan? Gideon reasoned to himself, remembering the pioneer in this matter – Tikhon.
The guy rented a dilapidated house on the outskirts of the city. He could afford to rent a decent apartment and even a princely mansion, but preferred a modest lifestyle. His arrival in the city was due to the fact that with new knowledge, strength and honed skill to put an end to the Order of the Black Hand. And this step was only the begi
Gideon lay in the middle of the floor, comparing the facts of events during his stay in the order, preparing a plan to eliminate the Abbot-Bartholomew and regretted that his meeting with Tikhon never took place.
A knock on the door distracted him from his thoughts.
– Zoe? At home? Open it! I have a train in two hours, and I have a message for you…
Gideon opened the door and saw an astonished girl standing on the threshold.
"I'm sorry," she said slowly, " but who are you?"
"You must be going to see Zoya Petrovna." the guy asked.
"Yes, I'm Tanya, her niece, and you are…
"I'm shooting here, Gideon.
The guy nodded affably.
– A… So she had rented out her place after all… Where is she now? Do you know how I can find her?
– The hostess said that she needs to go somewhere for two weeks, promised to visit on arrival, to see how everything is here, and until then, the neighbors were told to keep an eye on. There they go, spies, – the guy with a share of humor nodded in the direction of the two gra
The girl turned and giggled:
– Yes, it's like a village. Every step of the way. And news travels instantly.
"Did you have something to say?"
– My mother gave me gifts for my sister, I came to the city on business, so I managed to stop by my aunt just now. But how am I now?..
"Give me your packages, if you're not afraid," Gideon said kindly.
"What's there to be afraid of?" "there are four jars of jam here." You can't eat them all, and even so, you can't take them back! And so the whole day with these banks dragged, already the shoulder falls off.
"Come in, catch your breath for an hour, I'll put the tea on, it's not far from the station, you'll be there in thirty or forty minutes, so you have an hour to spare."
The guy opened the door wider and made a welcoming gesture inviting you to enter.
The girl curtsied, and without fear, not an ounce, slipped into the hut, relieved to throw the bag off her shoulder.
"What did you say your name was?" Gideon?
"Are we on the' you ' yet?" Nothing, I don't mind. That's right, that's my name.
– Unusual name. Rare, I'd say.
The girl did not hide her sympathy, moreover, she showed her interest in the guy in every possible way. Her facial expressions and gestures suggested that she would not mind spending this hour not drinking tea, but doing something more interesting.
The unbuttoned top buttons of her blouse, the languid look, and the vulgar pose on the sofa were used.
– I heard that girls from rural areas are easier to relate to the issue of intimacy, but I did not think that it all happens this way! – calmly replied the guy, engaged in the tea ceremony.
"What's there to think about?" You try it! I'm not a very modest girl, it's true, but I think you won't regret it. You don't seem to be in a hurry either. We're adults, why all this preludes and talk about nothing around the Bush? I can see that you liked me, you are also very good, so why are we wasting time? Can we start now?
The girl undid a few more buttons on her blouse, the section of her lush chest did not pass by the guy's eyes.
"You're making sense, Victoria," the guy said, looking away and pouring out the tea that had been boiled before the girl arrived, as if on purpose.
The seductress's face changed.
– You probably didn't hear, my name is Tanya! "no," she said sternly. – And remember, girls are very sensitive to being called other people's names!
The guy turned around, brought two cups of tea and put them on the table next to the girl who was watching his silence with disgust.
Gideon sat down opposite her, smiled, and said:
"You're very good, that's right, and I'm not talking about the figure.
"You don't understand?"
– You are holding up well, I say, with experience, you can immediately see. But that's not clear than you have angered the clan, once they're donated…
The girl's eyes flashed fiercely. Gideon continued:
"I know who you are, Victoria. Exactly Victoria. That's the name your mother gave you at birth, but you don't remember it. Since your foster parents showed up, you've been called Tatiana, but that's not your real name.
"What are you talking about?" – What is the name? What kind of mother? Aren't you all at home? I think I'd better go!
The girl tried to get up quickly, but suddenly froze in motion and in a kind of constrained state sank back on the sofa.
"I'll finish it, if you'll let me," the boy continued, giving no sign of action at all. – I know that Zoya Petrovna doesn't have a niece. I also know why you came to this house and who sent you here. By the way, the jam is really delicious in those banks that you brought, do not worry that you overpaid for it from local saleswomen.
The girl could not move or say a word, but she looked at her bag of jam jars, which she had actually bought for an excuse to enter the house. The bag with the false link was closed, and the way Gideon talked about the taste of the contents of what he hadn't tasted impressed her. Up to this point, she had blamed everything else on leaks and clever psychological tricks.