Quest. The Drummer's Soul. All the parts. Complete collection

"You know now that you have to pay the bills, it can happen right away, maybe in thirty years, as in your case with your father, maybe in eighty or ninety, in the next incarnation, or in the next incarnation.

Tikhon went to the tree, easily removing the knife from it, and handed it to Ivan.

He continued:

– It's not karma, not a fee for the offense and not so much a boomerang, however, on the Ground it sounds completely out of place. This is simply the law of causation. You create an action that creates certain consequences. You are a Creator Ivan, not a murderer, think what you are doing, and then in thirty years no one will throw sharpened pieces of iron at you. Get up off the ground, people are watching. While your hands are still clean, but I will not appear at your fork again, you will choose from now on which way to go.

Tikhon gave his hand to the boy, who got up without refusing to help.

And that's another way let's say, in this place, Tikhon made a helpless gesture, – anything, but then if that is not right.

Tikhon smiled.

– I don't know who you are, but thank you for fulfilling your dream. I didn't think I'd ever be able to look my father and mother in the eye, much less find out why.

"That's not the whole truth. Don't blame your father for your fate. These are just cause-and-effect relationships, the result of your incarnation the day before last. We will not go into details, but I will say that this is only your choice.

"I dug deep."

– More than. You're not a fool, I know. Make a choice so that you don't have to, then regret it… then it's much, much later… and everything will be fine. Be.

Tikhon held out a firm hand. Ivan responded with a genuine friendly handshake.

The stranger winked and took a few steps behind Ivan. When he turned around, there was no one behind him, only couples walking in the distance, and a stall selling balloons.

***

After scanning the space again, Gideon sat down in the chair of the new rental apartment.

"Strong, damn it. If you really put an entire country against him, the odds will probably be equal, " he reasoned, studying the drawing of Bartholomew that he had drawn with his own hand.

"Humans are truly magnificent creatures. Planets can move, not that…, and are engaged in various nonsense. Worthy deeds of course, too, but… So… How can I beat you? I'm inferior in strength, I can feel it, "he continued," but I have a lot of helpers, right?

Until a certain point, it was not clear who the question was addressed to, but a few seconds later a Raven flew into the window, and he nodded his head servilely. The potted flowers made similar motions of agreement with a nod.

"That's good. So we need to lure Bartholomew to a territory where we will have the advantage and then I can break a link in this age-old moldy chain that has enveloped the whole world.

The Raven nodded his head and pointed with a characteristic cry to Gideon at the car's spinning dimes. A beautiful black car was whistling smoke from the rear wheels, spinning almost in place of a small paved area a hundred meters from the window with the Raven. Gideon recognized the driver as Vahe.

A moment later, the apartment was empty. The car left the platform and with a terrible squeal shot up on a busy city highway. At various points along this route, Gideon appeared and disappeared in pursuit of the driver. And then the car finally stopped. The driver's door window was ajar.

– Yes? replied in torn up the cell phone Vahe.

It was Tao.

"What are you doing?" "what is it?" he asked.

"Testing a new horse," Vage said, stroking the steering wheel.

– The teacher asks you to come to him, there is a conversation.

"Is something wrong?"

– I don't know, he doesn't speak, but be careful, our Sensei is not in the spirit.

"Thank you, Tao. I'll be there in an hour.

Vahe hung up the phone and suddenly noticed a medium-sized spider escaping from his jacket.

"Where did you come from, scoundrel?" In the box that if blown from the branches of what?

Vahe slapped his jacket several times, but it didn't hit, and the spider ran nimbly along the sleeve and jumped out of the window.

"That's nice," Vahe said, closing the window and pressing the accelerator pedal to the floor.

Gideon picked up the springing spider from the pavement and placed it on his palm.

"Well, my friend, did it work out?" he turned to the arthropod, and after reading something in the spider's facial expressions, he smiled contentedly, then released the bug, carefully lowering it to a branch of a Bush from which he had removed it a minute ago and inserted an earpiece into his ear.

The spider successfully attached the " bug " to Vaga's jacket. This was his favorite jacket, and he wore it " without taking it off." It was not so easy to get into the head of Vaga or Bartholomew, they were some kind of unsurpassed masters of mind tricks, but trivial maneuvers here gave a slack. Who would risk playing with the occult community? After all, finding a wiretap, these guys will easily calculate the mastermind of the operation and will be punished to the fullest extent. This is what the spider lover made a bet on and did not lose.

– Hey, do you like music? a voice came from behind. Gideon turned to see Victoria.

"So we met again," she said, smiling, " and I knew, I believed, that it would happen.

– Vetch…"suddenly," Gideon said, removing the earpiece from his ear.

– Not believe. For you, in my opinion, everything is clear and consciously predetermined!

"Are you in a hurry?"

"Not now, I think I've already made it, and more than that, I've arrived just in time."

The girl's eyes shone.

"Well… Gideon looked around. His eyes caught on the ice cream sign.

"Let's have a Popsicle?" "what?" he suggested.

"With pleasure."

When the boys had settled themselves comfortably on a bench on the Boulevard that led off into the quiet street, Gideon asked, biting off the chocolate frosting:

"How did you get there?"

– Company…,– the girl gave out extremely emotionally, the driver did not take his eyes off me while driving, I was afraid that he would hit someone. Such a sociable got caught. Told about their successes in business and about the boat, which rides every weekend, by the way, was invited along. And he, of course, was not married and everything is just like in a fairy tale.

"That's right, it's like a fairy tale. In fairy tales, everything always ends well, so let your fairy tale also develop, corresponding to the genre.