Whistler. He’s coming for you

Whistler. He’s coming for you
Рамиль Латыпов

Viktor and Petka have been best friends since childhood and it’s not surprising that they went to summer camp. It is also not surprising that our heroes could not just spend the summer, because they are young and they have something that others do not have, boundless imagination and artifacts of the archaeologist’s grandfather. The book is mostly humorous, so don’t expect complicated mysticism from it.

Whistler

He’s coming for you

Рамиль Латыпов

© Рамиль Латыпов, 2022

ISBN 978-5-0059-1955-7

Создано в интеллектуальной издательской системе Ridero

Chapter 1 Into a Dangerous Way

The sunny day, as it was supposed to be, was beautiful. The fresh breeze after the rain gave vivacity. The summer I’ve been waiting for is here. Even though it was winter yesterday. The school was left behind and a fun time of games, fun and exciting adventures awaited me with my friend Petka. We have been friends with him since childhood. We are already sixteen years old and our adventures have become more interesting and mature, you can no longer surprise us with a magic ball, yo-yo or other artifacts that defy logic in our usual sense.

Putting on red shorts and a yellow T-shirt with my name on it, everyone should know me, and packing my things in a suitcase, I ran into the yard. My friend was waiting for me there, he always waits for me there no matter what the weather is outside. This is our world with him and we can be who we want to be here. I was interested in one question, what will my friend come up with this time? He has such a fantasy and the resources of his grandfather, archaeologist Anatoly Viktorovich Kurochkin. Known in narrow circles as a troublemaker for his very provocative articles in magazines that overturn established ideas about the history of the Earth and mankind.

He was taken to our elite school last year only because grandfather threatened to tell everyone that the school stands on the site where rituals with sacrifices used to be held. This could put an end to the reputation of the institution.

– Hello Victor, I forgot to wash my teeth again. My friend laughed, in his white T-shirt and red shorts. His favorite clothes. Although I did not like her, he looks like a fool in her. He mocked me by dressing like that.

– No, I always clean them. Although, to breathe a nasty smell on you, I would eat a dirty frog from a dark swamp.

– That’s a good Frenchman. Today we will go to a new world of fairy tales and adventures. Everything we want is waiting for us there. And so did she.

I sighed heavily, meeting her always goes badly. Not surprisingly, I didn’t try to please her, although I could, but I didn’t because of childish folly. She has taken a dislike to me since the day I transferred to the elite school number 355 two years ago. For a whole year I studied without my friend Petka and slowly got used to it, but then he transferred, and everything returned to normal.

– And you about it. Of course, let’s go. We are already waiting for the class and our witch, a teacher of Russian language and literature.

And we sat in Petka’s father’s car and drove to school, to the place where I last wanted to go today, but there she was waiting for me, the love of my life and the school bus. Today is the day when we go to the Birch Groves summer camp. Strange name for a camp. But everything suits me. Spending a month in parental share with my friend was wonderful. This is not our first camp, so I was calm. We spent a week in another camp and were kicked out because we burned down the laboratory, we wanted to find the elixir of eternal life, but we failed. But we did not give up trying and will certainly continue in this camp.

Petka’s father shook hands with us and let us out of the car, he is not very talkative, unlike grandfather. We went to the school, everyone was waiting for us there. I smiled, it’s good that all summer I won’t see these yellow school walls.

– Here are our famous friends Viktor and Peter Kurochkin. – Our teacher of Russian language and literature, Antonina Mikhailovna, was standing near the bus. Behind her back we called her a witch. She always disliked us and oppressed us in every possible way, she gave me five and two for essays, although they were written excellently, but for a friend just three and two. She has slanting blue eyes and is in her fifties. A nasty thin voice and she smelled not the best way. Although she taught not badly, I understood everything. Although I’m generally smart. – Again, probably, the dirty trick that they started here and laugh like horses. I have suffered from them in the classroom. Before you appeared, our class was peaceful and successful. You brought ruin to it. You don’t have a knowledge base. Confess what you came up with.

– Not. – I said, calmly taking the queue, looking out for the girl I fell in love with. – We were innocent even that time when you sat on a pin, and we didn’t spill glue on the desk. – It was true, I didn’t do it, I can’t say about Petka, he said no, but I didn’t believe him, because he laughed, each time remembering these moments.

– I’ll find out the truth anyway, and then you two rascals will be unhappy. I’ll get a hold of you, then I’ll have the last laugh. – She smiled and I did not like this smile, she is also still that entertainer. It’s not for nothing that we call her a witch, once after school Petka saw her draw some symbols on the blackboard and read strange letters in an unknown language, looking in a mirror, I didn’t see it myself, but the nickname stuck.

– Why are you here, are you going to the camp too? Petya laughed.

– The prankster Kurochkin guessed, I will teach you there, otherwise you will forget the material completely over the summer, I will be your senior counselor there and will not take my eyes off you.

She began to move her slanted eyes, I involuntarily laughed, she flared up and turning away, snorting a curse at me, went into the bus. Her scent filled the air, nauseating me, and I prayed to all the gods that inhabit our magically devoid world for the bus to have a working air conditioner. And then sometimes he himself turned off halfway.

– That’s bad luck. The witch will come with us. What do you say Victor?

– So Petya, even a witch will not be able to interfere with me well, have a rest this summer. – I looked at Katya, a girl from my class. How beautiful she is in this black t-shirt and knee-length skirt. In vain, not shorter, but with her parents hugging her, she could not dress differently. Her father, Oleg Yusupov, is an official in the Ministry of Education and more than once handed me diplomas for winning the Olympiads. I couldn’t take my eyes off her for a long time. Maybe this is my first love. In the camp I will find out, there will be time. I thought so. But fate has other plans for all this and the book of life has already been written and its pages cannot be rewritten, no matter how hard you try.

– Again you laid eyes on Katya. Although you know that it is useless, she only looks at those who have money. We have nothing to catch there.

– I would not only lay eyes on her, but she does not want to talk to me. I smiled sadly. She really does not make friends and talks with those who are poorer than her, that’s what life is like in our small provincial town. My friend did not say anything, but put his hand on his shoulder. He knew that my heart was scratched by love for her. A dangerous feeling that can destroy at such a vulnerable age. We must control ourselves. But it’s so hard when you’re in love.

– Let’s not crowd at the entrance. shouted a formidable bus driver, a man in his forties wearing large glasses and a cowboy hat. – Throw all phones and valuables into this bag, the order of the director of the camp. And then you kids will bury yourself in them all summer long, and you won’t rest normally. Throw everything away without a trace, we do not want your parents to complain that something was stolen from you during your vacation. You will receive your things back when you return from the camp..

I put my phone and all valuables. And the medallion from Istvanskaya ore that Petka gave me, left it suddenly useful. He still easily went crazy in the closed pocket of my shorts.

– And he at least sees the way. – Said, laughing, Petka. – And we can entrust him with our things, I have one medallion worth as much as this whole school. – He laughed, although he lied, our medallions cost as much as our entire small provincial town, but we did not know about it and thought that they were worth nothing. He received them from his grandfather, who was afraid for his grandson, knowing that there would be a lot of darkness and evil in his life. The friend also hid the locket. He did not trust such things to strangers.

– I also hear well and can give a neck, just give me a reason. So stop talking about a fast schoolboy bus. How tired I am of your conversations, it’s good that I won’t see you for three months. – Uncle Senya, our personal school driver drove us every day. The elite school where I studied did not allow parents to carry their children themselves, although many did not have free time for this. The children of ministers and local businessmen studied here, only Petka and I were from ordinary families, this put us in an unenviable position many times, but we coped.

We didn’t argue with the evil Uncle Senya and we all got on the bus together. There were twenty of us. Together we started the trip. I didn’t know how it would end. But I only hoped for the best. Katya sat next to her friend Svetka, she is the daughter of the mayor, in front of us, and I admired her long blond hair and long arms all the way when she exchanged. She does gymnastics and is very fit. Everything must be decided this summer, so you can’t pull it, otherwise I will burst with love.

– Why are you sighing from behind. – Turning to me, said Sveta, while her friend slept peacefully next to her.

– I’m nothing. – I hesitated. I liked listening to Katya’s breathing too much. – I’m admiring the views here.

– I don’t believe you. The girl looked at me intently. What does she want from me? I knew that I was cute, but before that Svetka rarely spoke to me, only once after school I walked her to a stop under an umbrella and that’s it. Then she clung to me with her whole body, although she did not show it, but stared at my muscles. No wonder I worked out with dumbbells every day.

– What are you doing to him? – Petka got in, he didn’t like that the girls didn’t notice him. It’s not my fault that I’m so handsome and smart. I heard several times that various rumors circulate about a friend at school and they are not the most pleasant, everyone considered him a pervert and a lover of girls to paw, although he was caught red-handed only twice. – Do you want to meet him? Your interest in a friend, I noticed a long time ago. If he refuses, I will comfort you. Let’s walk together under the moon.

– You are too smart Petka and you always speak strangely. The girl chuckled and turned away.

She’s been eyeing you for a long time. Although I don’t understand why?

– Petya, don’t think about it. You shouldn’t think about it yet, we’re still kids.

– After those adventures that we had, we are no longer children. He laughed softly so as not to wake Katya. I noticed more than once that he sometimes glances at her and this is not an ordinary look like other girls, this is a look of love, although he will not admit this if I ask directly. My friend has always liked to take what I like, toys, clothes and girls are no exception. Although we haven’t had anything serious yet. But I had high hopes for this trip. And not in vain, but not in the way I thought.

Chapter 2 The Leader and the Dark Secrets of the Camp

We stopped near the stop «Revolution Square», a young guy sat down next to us. Then he went to the center of the bus. He looked no older than twenty, with pimples and glasses, like a student. You can see by the stupid face that he is studying to be a psychologist. His short white shorts and T-shirt with the camp logo told me that he was a counselor, and an experienced one, this was not his first shift. Or at least wants to appear experienced. The girls laughed when they saw him. They are greedy for old people. Especially endowed with power, albeit minimal. But they loved to brag to their girlfriends.

– Good afternoon, children. I am your counselor Eduard, but you can call me Edik, everyone does that. The main thing is not to add anything else to the name. He smiled thinly. No luck with his name. – We will have fun this shift in our nice camp «Birch Groves». Let the guys loudly say our slogan «In Birch Groves you will not get lost, but you will find only a good mood and true friends.»

– What a stupid slogan you have. – I could not stand it and said loudly. – No wonder you just opened and have been closed for many years. You don’t want to tell everyone why?

– The fact that it was closed is true. And we won’t talk about the past.

– What was there? Katya asked in her sweet voice. She’s very curious, which is why I like her. Although most often her curiosity ends with fashion magazines and fashion blogs.

– I have no right to talk about it. When I was hired, I signed a non-disclosure agreement.

– Then Victor tell me. Katya turned to me. Her blue eyes are looking at me, I’m drowning in them. I could not say a word, it hurts beautiful. My heart beats like crazy, and the smell of her perfume suffocates me, luring me to such distances of perception where I cannot survive without losing my mind. – Are you silent? You don’t want to talk to me or something. Although you always come up to say hello in the morning.