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Weapon Of Olegov. Full version

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2019
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***

Stas was sitting by the window with his eyes closed, fingering the rosary in his hands. The apartment was quiet, harmony, peace. But in a second he was blatantly and rudely disturbed by a very extravagant way. Stas immediately felt the raging flood poured ice water, God knows whence undertaken. Soaked from head to toe and managed to catch a feeling of chills, he came to. Before him stood Dean with an empty ten-litre bucket.

– I told you not to get in my head, didn't I? Next time, it won't be water, it'll be acid on your head. You know I'm not kidding.

– Dean, it was a necessary measure justified by the Stas. I can't understand anything. The chief has instructed me to visit every four hours the consciousness of our new friend, and report on the results that where as. He's unpredictable, so dangerous. And I've been trying to do it for fifteen minutes without success. You went to Thailand together. What's the matter? Why are you alone, where is she? I can't track his location, his thoughts, anything.…

– I left him on the island, let him think a little about how to communicate with the ladies. Report, you say. Necessity, you say? You must have forgotten that the world invented cell phones and fortunately I have one. Call was impossible?

– Have you seen your phone lately? When you turn it on, pay attention to the fifteen missed calls.

Dean pulled out his cell phone, he was really off.

– Okay, I'm sorry, but about the acid – you know, I'll do it. Look for other ways to communicate. But what happened to the Roofing is really interesting. But even more interestingly, I was also asked to report on it. I was just at the chief with the report when he blocked external influence. I knew it was you, even though he didn't say anything. I had a couple of hours to wander through the urban jungle, had lunch with a charming boy at his expense. Girls it is easier. Sat down, smiled, babbled some nonsense and it's yours.

– Why are you doing this, you earn enough? – neponimayusche asked Stas, removing wet nepodatlivuyu t-shirt, lipnuvshuyu to body.

– I earn normally, I just want to know whether I still keep the form.

– Stinker.

– Thanks – said Dean smugly. She went to Stas, pulled off his wet shirt, then passionately joined his lips, and then whispered:

– I on island, I'll take a look, where there our Prodigy.

Stas remained in the apartment alone.

***

Barely a minute later, after the extinction of the Eldar, as Anatoly on the shoulder gently laid a hand – turning, he saw a smiling Dean. In contrast to what she left the island and what stood before him now looked very impressive. Bright red lipstick, hair, gorgeous evening dress with a large slit on the back, manicure. Heels twelve centimeters sunken in the sand of the coast.

Miss me? – not the with malice, not the and why with interest asked she.

Anatoly replied uncertain look.

– I made a reservation at the Eiffel tower restaurant. I want to make it up to you. I was out of line. Recognize. From now on I will try to be more accurate on turns.

Somehow after this phrase Anatoly remembered about the girl Julia helped him four months ago:

– It there alive and well. Worn because like crazy – flashed the thought.

And just immediately Anatolia have twisted my left little finger.

– Stas-understood he.

T-shirt, shorts and slates, in which Anatoly arrived on the island is not too suitable for the secular table of one of the best institutions of Paris. However, he did not waste time dressing up. Dean took his hand and in a moment they entered the great hall of the restaurant. Waiters and some visitors did not hide their surprise. Indeed, against the background of coats and suits, tourist outfit did not fit into the surroundings. But five minutes later all was again minding my own business, not paying any attention to the awkward couple.

How about here? Dean asked.

– Nothing, thank you, I am pleased your attention and care.

Nothing? It's Paris! The most expensive city in the world, one of the best restaurants in the world. I wanted to impress you, but you didn't?

Anatoly didn't answer.

– Okay, sorry, I snapped again. I just really wanted to make you feel good. You're hungry, I guess, just something we want.

Dina began to study the menu served by the waiter.

I'm not hungry On the island of wonderful fruit from the Bush, here are all imported, only the prices… Let's just for a coffee and some dessert – they offered Anatoly.

Dean is clearly offended, but tried not to let on. She understood, that all these feasts Anatoly "until you."

Having made the order, sat silently until it was executed.

– I'm leaving from you, DIN-some gloomily said Anatoly.

The girl looked at him in amazement.

– I have nothing against you, I have done no evil and I am not going to. I just made that decision.

Dina looked down and said,:

– I will not talk about the income that you will not earn anywhere else in such a volume, about the team, cohesive and, perhaps, the best, about the noble mission of the Corporation. Just one thing. You can't not understand that such places do not go?

I understand your point, Dean. Everyone makes choices. I made mine. My further stay in the "Anime" will persistently go in parallel with the deal with the conscience, I do not want that. All I had to do for the company was do it. Then the road forks.

Dean pulled out a Notepad, something they wrote without looking, tore off a sheet and handed it to Anatoly. There was written:

"I would have left long ago if it was possible. But there's no way out."

Then she burned the piece of paper from the candle on the table, razmolodin in the ashtray the remnants of ashes.

– Everyone makes the choice – Anatoly repeated-I made the.

After that, none of them said a word. After completing the thwarted event, with depressed mood Dean sent a colleague in Novosibirsk, where silently embracing goodbye – gone. On her cheeks the tears…

***

Ismat studied the last dialogue of Dina Anatoly, not looking up from her eyes, flipping through the subconscious frames of perception, as if looking for someone close during their last conversation.

– I did everything I could.

– Cccccccc ' cried the chief, raising his index finger.

Another moment it is something hard touched in memory of Dinah, then asked:

– In restaurant while you communicated, this ordinary-looking man approached to a bar counter. Now look, when you said goodbye to him in town, that same man walked right past you. I think that if we raise the archives of memory, over the past four months it will be possible to meet a number of times. And every time he's out of sight, it's only visible from the back.
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