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"I can hear your thoughts, dear Victoria. Believe me, you're not as bad a girl as you want to be in the actions of the one who sent you here. You came to denigrate me, and it's nice to know how far you were willing to go for it, loyally, let's say, at a high price, but still having fun.
The girl's gaze changed, and there was an undercurrent of respect in it.
"But I still wonder why they sent you." Either you were sent to your death to get rid of an u
Gideon tapped the table with his right hand, and the invisible shackles released the girl. She flexed her stiff joints. At the same time, the Windows in the house rang, and the plaster began to fall off the walls. Machine gun six-guns pierced the house through the length and breadth.
***
Tikhon was packing. He gave the guys-assistants the go-ahead to leave. The next city he pla
– Tikhon, I apologize, we here with Andrey all ca
"Speak boldly, I won't bite you." The question is about the route, right?
"How?" How do you know? Oh, Yes. Yes. There are at least sixteen localities on the road to the next location. Some of them are quite large. Why don't we play in these areas? On the way, right? People live there too! I understand the esoteric meaning of what you're doing, but isn't volume important in this case?
"Sit down, Lesh," Tikhon said kindly.
The guy sat up, all attention.
"You use logic, and I use knowledge. That's why my actions don't always find an explanation in your head.
"Andryukhina, too," the boy added.
"Andryukhina, too," Tikhon agreed, smiling. – Volume… you see, Alexey, we are not engaged in business, it is important for us not the number of services rendered, but the quality.
– As far as I know, there have never been any complaints about the quality. We see what happens when you play. But still I don't understand how in this case the number can interfere?
– I'm talking about another quality… not about the game.
"I don't understand, sorry?"
– In our business, the structure is very important. We raise the frequencies of people's consciousness and space in a strictly defined direction. This process should not be chaotic.
The guy's expression was blank.
– Well, I will explain on a banal example, – Tikhon answered a silent question. "Imagine you're making jam." Here you have collected the right amount of berries, washed it, poured it into the pan.
– Sugar should be sprinkled then in the right proportion! – Alexey joined the process.
"That's right! Now, you already know that proportion is important. But in addition to the dose, let's call it that, it is also important to constantly stir while the jam is cooking. This is done in order…
– So that the sugar is evenly distributed and that it does not burn!
– Great! You know. In our case, the situation is similar. If we pour all the sugar into only one part of the pan, and do not stir-the jam will not work. Sour and what is left without sugar and throw out what will be candied to the point of absurdity. In jam, as in any other process of creation, a certain distribution of sugar particles between the berry particles is important. This order of strict correspondence between atoms and particles is maintained everywhere on Earth. And not only on Earth.
"I wonder if you can tell me."
– No, Lesh, maybe another time. Go get ready, we'll leave tomorrow.
The guy bowed and left. But just a few seconds later he returned.
"Forgot something?"
– Still… if I may…
"Well?"
– Your performances do not support the form of voluntary payment for listening. People don't throw money at you. What funds do you use to pay us? What do you live on?
Tikhon smiled slyly. The guy looked confused.
"Let it be my little secret. By the way, what about the payment? Enough money?
– No, that's fine. More than enough. We do not know where to spend the accumulated funds.
"I think you can sort this out somehow," Tikhon said cheerfully.
– Let's see, spending is not earning. Okay, tomorrow is tomorrow. We'll get ready.
The guy went out. Tikhon took a map from the tube, unfolded it, and, finding his place of residence on it, circled the city in a circle. There were already many such circles on the map. These encircled the city has formed a certain network in a strictly proportional conformity.
The drummer rolled up the map, put it in the tube, took out a dusty bag, looked into it, and emptied the contents. Several bills fell on the table.
"We need to replenish our supplies."
He took one of the bills, looked at it carefully, and put it in his bag. Then he did the same with the other bills. When I put the last one in, the bag was full of cash. Money somehow mysteriously multiplied hundreds of times.
"Having fun?" a pleasant, velvety voice came from the corner of the room.
Tikhon smiled, recognized the visitor, and answered without turning around:
"It's been a long time, Isaiah…
***
Gunmen in black masks, with the words "OMON" on their uniforms, cautiously began to approach the house, which was riddled up and down. The neighbors fled in terror to their homes and hid in distant rooms. Such events have never been seen in this suburb of the city before. Riot police surrounded the house from all sides, two people got inside through broken Windows, three more broke into the door. There were shouts and shots inside, but after a minute everything was quiet. A special forces soldier appeared in the doorway and shouted:
"Empty! They left.
"How did they leave?" They were here a minute ago, I could clearly hear them through the transmitter! "Yes," said one of the men, who seemed to be the leader.
"The transmitter is here, but they are not," said another soldier, who appeared in the doorway. In his hands was a girl's clothing with a beacon embedded in it.
***
The girl was pounding on a nervous basis. A small tremor had not left her naked body for a quarter of an hour. Gideon bathed in the pond, glancing from time to time at the shivering "friend" whose hair was dripping with water.
– Yeah… the water is cool today, you're right. But it was necessary to take a dip, especially for you.
"What's that?" the girl stammered and trembled.
– Victoria, honey, I want to wish you a happy birthday, unscheduled, let's call it that. Accept your real name as a gift. Make new documents, this is not a problem, but I'm sorry for things, there was no time to pull out the transmitter. But I can offer you my shirt, it is quite long, and what is especially nice – without a beacon.
The girl cast a quick, wary glance in Gideon's direction. He smiled and continued:
– There is a village a few kilometers away, we will get some clothes for you there, don't worry.
– Cccac TTY Etto sdelal?
"In your order, students are not allowed to learn the technique of moving through space. Although Bartholomew himself and several of his associates possess it perfectly. Here you go!
The guy got out on the Bank and handed the girl his shirt.
– It's warm, you'll warm up quickly. I'd like a hot Cup of tea right now. Sorry I didn't have time to grab the cups and teapot, it would have been very useful.
– Mmmy ctto teleportirovat?
The girl looked around, touched the grass, her hands, her feet. Then quickly threw on a shirt, and calmed down a little, quietly said:
"So that's how it works…
"Not always. There are several techniques for moving. In this case, it was wise to use this one.