The autumn has arrived. More and more often Albert succeeded in desirable teleporting. Also more often he had to do little travels to remember more of key places to climb over there and "get out" either near a large city in the future may be necessary, or in beautiful remote places, in general, in the forests of the Moscow region or in the neighboring regions. Also, while visits with his wife to her friends he didn't forget to memorize all details of their flats. Neither Nadezhda, nor her friends, naturally, suspected anything. Sometimes, the old man made invisible appearances, putting under the 343th page 100 or 200 dollars.
Nadezhda thought her husband has found a new job without telling what is it. Maybe there is something doubtful. Now he went camping alone or traveled more often. She thought, perhaps he carries some goods from one city to another. Also, the old man suddenly ceased to visit with them. However, something calmed down her, she didn't know, what it was. The most likely, as she seemed, it was some causeless joy, his self-assurance and absence any fears, nightmares, which follow usually people who play impure games or are witnesses of the death and maiming of others. One day he took a schoolbook of the geography miraculously kept since childhood. Albert told her, studying at school, while lessons he took it and opened a page where was a low-grade black-white image of New-York, view from the ocean side. He could look at it long, ceasing to see and hear everything around, likely horny someone look at his favorite pornography, but of course, nothing sexual he found in it and the matter was quite different. It took place not only with him. In the consciousness or in the subconsciousness, America embodied the Liberty, which about, one could only dream in this soviet gad. So someone who has poisoned by fumes in a locked house with a faulty furnace, he seeks for a slit under the door, then hungrily falls on her, breathing fresh air, but it is so necessary! Also, who had spilled water in a desert, but find a barely oozing source, with the tears of joy he swallows every precious drop, not bothering himself with philosophical thinking that it's only water. Even some simple water may be such a wonderful and desired thing.
Now the liberty already was here, although not fully, although with impurities, but still the liberty. From his point after thirty-odd years living, seeing a lot of things, America already was not romantically attractive to such an extent, but he still didn't lose fully the interest in the far lands. He understood that all of them live as at the foot of a volcano, which either will keep silent during a lot of centuries, or will wake up tomorrow and swallow them. One could expect anything from this monstrous state. The West continued to attract him, but now a part of the pragmatic and everyday sense was added to the romantic interest.
Again and again he looked at this yellowed page with the New-York image, then he closed his eyes and imagined himself either near the Statue of Liberty, or in the Fifth Avenue, or in the Wall street. He succeeded in nothing, and Nadezhda could not understand what occurs to him.
"Likely, there is a lot of inventions in my imaginable New-York", - Albert has thought. He understood that in vain didn't listen Paul, who advised not to examine pics, but to watch movies with images of needed areas.
One day he sat in the same cinema during two days, watching the same documentary, in which in a few images was shown a business place in the Broadway. A woman in the cinema. she was a ticket controller, noticed him and already began to think that he is a crazy. It would not have occurred to anyone to watch an uninteresting movie so many times. It's possible, she complained in the mind's eye that in our epoch, it's almost impossible to call an ambulance and put someone in the madhouse who is carrying deep down something unknown and inconceivable. The strange spectator visited on the third day too.
Suddenly he disappeared just before eyes. He was and now here is nobody, as if he never existed. The ticket controller closed and opened her eyes a few of times. No, the strange spectator has disappeared in fact. She passed into the back rows, stooped, looking down between the rows, as if she looked for something on the floor. Reaching up two guys who were sitting ahead of disappeared Albert and because of this they noticed nothing, she whispered:
-Guys, excuse me, did someone smoked here?
-Really? - one of them whispered, and they both opened their palms. - No smoke, so no fire.
She understood that she had better say never and to nobody about this either crazy spectator, or never existed one: in the last case herself will be considered crazy.
At that time Albert, being embraced with unprecedented joy, he walked in the quiet streets of morning dawn New York. He succeeded immediately as soon as he has recollected how much time in New York now, which is eight hours behind Moscow time. How could he miss such an evident detail?
He was full of the joyful emotions. Still a little sad interfered because of the reason that he has to a little work: to choose and remember a few places to have possibility later to teleport in them. However, to be a lot of the pleasant work in the close future: to learn the "points of appearance" everywhere in the United States, even in whole America from Alaska to Tierra del Fuego, everywhere in Europe, in the whole world. He wanted to sing songs at the top of his voice, because of the joy. Out of the old soviet habit he restrained himself, but in vain. His singing would be drowned in the noise of the large waking up city. The people hurrying to their work and being busy everyone of them with his own business, they wouldn't pay attention at him and even if they would do, unlikely this provoked a wish to spoil his incomprehensible joy. Proceeding, they would guess that it's possible this man has won the lottery, and having done a hundred steps, they would forget about him.
-Are you happy, - heard Albert from a passing policeman and answered quite sincerely:
-Yes, I do very much, - with these words talking was ended.
Well. If he pronounced a short sentence in English not enough correctly, it cannot wonder even a policeman, because New-York is full of the foreigners. Also, a person keeping inside him a genuine joy cannot be a criminal. Albert understood, to turn up in the police station being suspected, one should try hardly. They say that American police is worse than in Stockholm or in Copenhagen, which he still wasn't in. Maybe, however, this is not Russia, and here the police catches the criminals, but doesn't spit in the soul of people who dared to differ with something.
The sun rose high and Albert retired further and further from Broadway. Stone wastelands with a heap of any industrial trash became more and more barren. He stopped near a low building either unfinished, or dilapidated one. In Moscow now after 8 p.m., it's time to return. Suddenly he felt something bad on his right. Two young black guys were approaching slowly straight for him with clear aggressive intent. He looked to the left. Also from there two guys, black and white, were coming up to him unhurriedly. It was not necessary to be an American and know English to understand: they are hooligans and their intents heralded nothing good. Immediately Albert teleported to Kalistovo. He was exposed to an evening cool, and late lighting seemed too red. He tried out to teleport back. It happened. After silent the evil voices seemed louder and the lighting after the sunset more blue.
-Fuck you! I've seen him as you. Just he has just been here.
-Look! He's here again! Catch him!
Here Albert saw a thin metal post is height approximately thirty feet above the ground. As in the childhood, the erstwhile boyish excitement embraced him. He hung on the post, pulled himself up and climbed the post, gaining altitude enough fast. One of ill wishers decided to follow him, climbing up this post. Others began to throw small stones, but missed every time. Albert wanted to mock them for last. Reaching almost the top, he pronounced the first words occurred to him:
-Just I've arrived from the hell. I shall go back. Then I'll return again and kill you all! I shall kill you all! - after this he laughed, imitating Fantômas.
Stones began flying from all the sides and the pursuer on the post was already close and tried to grab his feet. Unexpectedly for all of them, Albert jumped down and while falling, being still above ground, teleported in Kalistovo and emerged already not in the air, but on the ground, as usual. However, only a very little fraction of a second before his "disappearing" from New-York, a little stone hit him just under his left eye. He clutched at his eye with his hand already in Kalistovo. He understood that he will return home with a bruise, but all the same loudly laughed. After calming down a little, in order not to shock the neighbors with his either joyful or mad look (he didn't mistake), Albert teleported in a wasteland not far from home, and checked whether did someone see his appearing from nothing. Coming at home, immediately he embraced his wife, stacked their lips in a kiss.
-What happened to you? Your eyes sparkle. Under the eye is a bruise. Who have you fought with? Let me go. Are you drunk or have you got high?
-However, you know, my love, I drink nothing excepting the tea.
This took place in the kitchen. With his right arm, he went on to embrace his wife, with his left hand he reached to switch off. So, she gave herself to him standing, then they went in the room to the bed and he possessed her there at the second time. After this they went to have supper. She noticed, he was much hungry. After supper he fell asleep at once.
-In a dream you spoke English, - Nadya pointed out next morning, smiling. - I remembered even a few words: "Fuck you! I'll kill you all!"
-I was tired yesterday. Today I travel nowhere, I stay at home, - Albert said.
-It's time to calm down. You frolic like a boy. Who hit your eye yesterday? Can they meet you at the second time?
-That's impossible. They live very far.
-You still ride. After all, already your age has been the fourth decade.
-Didn't I tell you that I don't live according to a schedule?
Albert understood that it's difficult to unlearn his wife from the conventional wisdom. So, it will be more difficult to accustom her to his moral doctrine, which preaches the free love without jealousy. In spite of all, let it be in a secret manner, but he needed try out to flirt with one of his wife's friends. He decided to begin from redhead Lena. When they finished their breakfast, outdoors the heavy rain started. Albert took a newspaper, lay down on the bed and began to plan the actions.
Lena lived further than others: In Moscow, in district Kuntsevo. Albert remembered her personal Kryptonite to be watching the different Mexican TV series. She worked in a canteen, however, in spite of this didn't get fat, but stayed slim, like her friends. She didn't earn much, but the work was easy and a little income was compensated by free alimentation. Even with Nadezhda she reluctantly shared about her connection with men and many only occasionally. It seemed, she was ashamed even because of the least manifestation of her sexuality, but also, being angry with something, she was able without any shame, at least, in the circle of her acquaintances to say the bad words about circumstance or about its culprits without any shame. Perhaps, this bad habit brought into her subconscious blaming the sex, but the nature demanded its need, so this internal conflict corrupted her character. She knew this and tried less to manifest herself. Some people were attracted because of seeming inscrutability, others were repelled who considered her as shallow and bored. For every lock there are fitting keys and not fitting ones.
Whatever they say, in the relationships with women Albert had a peculiar experience, which he trusted. In an amicable way, that is without pretending resistance, he was able to persuade very few, only the most complaisant of them. The decisiveness, the persistency, even a little aggression increased a probability to receive desired things. And the most luck results were given by a behaviour, not transgressing the law, but being close from a limit, beyond which the action may be considered as a criminal one. Albert never violated this limit, however, even in the framework of law, not always one could be persistent. This pleasant trait to the lot of women, had its reverse side, giving or facilitating a possibility to slander a stubborn and persistent applicant to be a lover. And this country just differed by a traditional wish its citizens to cause a harm to one's neighbor without some benefit for himself.
He refused at once to appear suddenly in the apartments. In any case, either suddenly to come out of a toilet, or suddenly climb from under a bed, an owner of the flat may be scared almost to death. It is unsafe even for a woman with a healthy heart. And what for to do so? Lena well knows him. If he rings the doorbell, after looking in the peephole, she will immediately open the door.
A few years ago, he read in a newspaper about an experimenter who lay down into the bath after switching off and taking care in order the silence would be around him and water temperature was set +34C. As if such an action would train the mystical perception, the super abilities. Albert tried it. Nothing especially took place, however, there was something after all. If fall asleep, the dreams became clearer and more logical than usual and, the main thing, this gave an effective rest or the possibility to collect his thoughts. Although his wife didn't do it, however, she was not against those experiments, which cannot do harm to someone or something. If today he lies down into the bath and asks don't disturb during two hours, she will not be astonished at all.
So he did one hour before Lena's favorite TV series. After lying ten minutes, he silently dressed, wiped himself a little, finding wife's foundation in the dark, he smeared the bruise with it, then teleported into the toilet of Lena's flat, until which was at least twenty miles. There was no light, neither in the toilet, nor in the flat. He decided to wait for her, came out of the dark apartment, silently closing the door, went downstairs to the ground floor. Suddenly the door of the entrance opened and the woman he was going to hunt, turn out to be toe-to-toe with him.
-Why are you alone, without Nadya? What a case took place with you both there?
-Nothing special, but we have something to talk.
Lena, without suspecting something, went upstairs and unlocked the door. Albert followed her and closed the door. Lena switched and inquiringly stared at the guest. He stood in the home pajamas with a wet head, with smoothed but not combed hair, so he was not quite look like himself.
-That's the thing I'm not Albert, - said he, changing his voice a little.
-Stop fooling around. However, where is Nadya? - asked Lena with the appropriate intonation, but she has already begun to feel something wrong. What if he is not Albert in fact? But he is very similar.
-Albert is at home with his wife. I am his double. Perhaps, he knows nothing about himself. Forget them!
Lena looked into his eyes. She has seen, he looked at her like a cat at the meat. She felt a bit horribly and a bit shameful. She blushed. Then she paled. This mute scene lasted not long, but suppressed her.
-But what do you need? - A shiver in her voice betrayed her.
-That's you I need! - after saying this he rushed to her and squeezed her, embracing. Suddenly, she with her huge colored nails tried to scratch his hand. He must not allow this at any cost. The scratches on his hands is the evidence that there was himself, not his double. There was the only solution. Suddenly he grabbed Lena's wrist, wrenched her hand and wrapped it behind her back. Lena howled.
-Behave yourself well, beauty. Then I'll be kind and love you. And do not dare to scratch, otherwise I'll wrap you up higher than nape.
Being excited, he has begun to cuddle up her behind. Suddenly she shouted with all her might:
-Fire! Help me! Fire!
He didn't expect that this quiet one is able to shout so loudly. He heard on the stairs a door opened, then the doorbell rang.
-Gotcha? Now you are going to be caught like a rabbit. There is a neighbor from the militia with his brother, they both are ham-fisted, you'll get such fucking beatings now and put you in the militia! There they will add!
-What a scum you are, - Albert said in a whisper.
-But you, mutt, did you think as it you are allowed to insult and touch everyone with impunity?
-Go to seek an impotent man for you. He wouldn't insult you - this was said in a very quite silent whisper.
-But now they are going to insult you, - seeing Albert doesn't keep her more, Lena went to open the door. Albert very silently rushed into the toilet. Exit door has opened.
-Sneaky coward! He twisted my arms, but now he is hiding in the toilet from you.
At the door really two strong men were standing.
-Not a coward, but a fool, - said one of them. And they both surely headed to the toilet. While they went, both became scared. The same word "fool" made them think what the malefactor could count on if he is clever. Now it is not the eighth decade, but the ninety third year. And there is a lot of similar types with a pistol in their pocket. However, they were ashamed to show their fear in front of a pretty mistress. One of them opened the door of the toilet with a sharp jerk and both recoiled, then looked there once more, then interrogatively looked at the mistress of the apartment.
-There is nobody.
-But he had just been here, touched me, nearly broke my arm and I clearly saw he came in the toilet.
The two neighbors examined the whole flat carefully. The windows were locked. Also, nobody hid either under the bed or in the cupboard.
-Let's go, Vitya. - one of them said with offended voice.
-As for you, I'd like to advice to take a sleeping pill or something a sedative, - said another, turning to the mistress of flat. You disturb people in vain.
They came out. Lena switched on the TV and in ten minutes the problems of the screen heroes made her forget about just occurred one. She was very uncomfortable, and she decided to tell about this neither to friends, nor especially to Albert.
This time Albert lay in his bath, pondering about the case. The failure made him angry and grieved him very much. It was the only a bad mood, what discouraged him to teleport to Lena and try his luck once more. When he wiped himself and came out of the bathroom and opened the book of Tantra, there were neither dollars, nor letters. The last new with hundred dollars from his old friend had been already three weeks ago. This made him come to conclusion that the old Paul was perished under circumstances unknown to him.
Next chapter: http://la-flagellation.blogspot.ru/2017/12/the-teleportation-part-1-chapter-17.html
The original Russian text of the chapters from 16 to 18: http://www.proza.ru/2010/01/26/738
Nadezhda thought her husband has found a new job without telling what is it. Maybe there is something doubtful. Now he went camping alone or traveled more often. She thought, perhaps he carries some goods from one city to another. Also, the old man suddenly ceased to visit with them. However, something calmed down her, she didn't know, what it was. The most likely, as she seemed, it was some causeless joy, his self-assurance and absence any fears, nightmares, which follow usually people who play impure games or are witnesses of the death and maiming of others. One day he took a schoolbook of the geography miraculously kept since childhood. Albert told her, studying at school, while lessons he took it and opened a page where was a low-grade black-white image of New-York, view from the ocean side. He could look at it long, ceasing to see and hear everything around, likely horny someone look at his favorite pornography, but of course, nothing sexual he found in it and the matter was quite different. It took place not only with him. In the consciousness or in the subconsciousness, America embodied the Liberty, which about, one could only dream in this soviet gad. So someone who has poisoned by fumes in a locked house with a faulty furnace, he seeks for a slit under the door, then hungrily falls on her, breathing fresh air, but it is so necessary! Also, who had spilled water in a desert, but find a barely oozing source, with the tears of joy he swallows every precious drop, not bothering himself with philosophical thinking that it's only water. Even some simple water may be such a wonderful and desired thing.
Now the liberty already was here, although not fully, although with impurities, but still the liberty. From his point after thirty-odd years living, seeing a lot of things, America already was not romantically attractive to such an extent, but he still didn't lose fully the interest in the far lands. He understood that all of them live as at the foot of a volcano, which either will keep silent during a lot of centuries, or will wake up tomorrow and swallow them. One could expect anything from this monstrous state. The West continued to attract him, but now a part of the pragmatic and everyday sense was added to the romantic interest.
Again and again he looked at this yellowed page with the New-York image, then he closed his eyes and imagined himself either near the Statue of Liberty, or in the Fifth Avenue, or in the Wall street. He succeeded in nothing, and Nadezhda could not understand what occurs to him.
"Likely, there is a lot of inventions in my imaginable New-York", - Albert has thought. He understood that in vain didn't listen Paul, who advised not to examine pics, but to watch movies with images of needed areas.
One day he sat in the same cinema during two days, watching the same documentary, in which in a few images was shown a business place in the Broadway. A woman in the cinema. she was a ticket controller, noticed him and already began to think that he is a crazy. It would not have occurred to anyone to watch an uninteresting movie so many times. It's possible, she complained in the mind's eye that in our epoch, it's almost impossible to call an ambulance and put someone in the madhouse who is carrying deep down something unknown and inconceivable. The strange spectator visited on the third day too.
Suddenly he disappeared just before eyes. He was and now here is nobody, as if he never existed. The ticket controller closed and opened her eyes a few of times. No, the strange spectator has disappeared in fact. She passed into the back rows, stooped, looking down between the rows, as if she looked for something on the floor. Reaching up two guys who were sitting ahead of disappeared Albert and because of this they noticed nothing, she whispered:
-Guys, excuse me, did someone smoked here?
-Really? - one of them whispered, and they both opened their palms. - No smoke, so no fire.
She understood that she had better say never and to nobody about this either crazy spectator, or never existed one: in the last case herself will be considered crazy.
At that time Albert, being embraced with unprecedented joy, he walked in the quiet streets of morning dawn New York. He succeeded immediately as soon as he has recollected how much time in New York now, which is eight hours behind Moscow time. How could he miss such an evident detail?
He was full of the joyful emotions. Still a little sad interfered because of the reason that he has to a little work: to choose and remember a few places to have possibility later to teleport in them. However, to be a lot of the pleasant work in the close future: to learn the "points of appearance" everywhere in the United States, even in whole America from Alaska to Tierra del Fuego, everywhere in Europe, in the whole world. He wanted to sing songs at the top of his voice, because of the joy. Out of the old soviet habit he restrained himself, but in vain. His singing would be drowned in the noise of the large waking up city. The people hurrying to their work and being busy everyone of them with his own business, they wouldn't pay attention at him and even if they would do, unlikely this provoked a wish to spoil his incomprehensible joy. Proceeding, they would guess that it's possible this man has won the lottery, and having done a hundred steps, they would forget about him.
-Are you happy, - heard Albert from a passing policeman and answered quite sincerely:
-Yes, I do very much, - with these words talking was ended.
Well. If he pronounced a short sentence in English not enough correctly, it cannot wonder even a policeman, because New-York is full of the foreigners. Also, a person keeping inside him a genuine joy cannot be a criminal. Albert understood, to turn up in the police station being suspected, one should try hardly. They say that American police is worse than in Stockholm or in Copenhagen, which he still wasn't in. Maybe, however, this is not Russia, and here the police catches the criminals, but doesn't spit in the soul of people who dared to differ with something.
The sun rose high and Albert retired further and further from Broadway. Stone wastelands with a heap of any industrial trash became more and more barren. He stopped near a low building either unfinished, or dilapidated one. In Moscow now after 8 p.m., it's time to return. Suddenly he felt something bad on his right. Two young black guys were approaching slowly straight for him with clear aggressive intent. He looked to the left. Also from there two guys, black and white, were coming up to him unhurriedly. It was not necessary to be an American and know English to understand: they are hooligans and their intents heralded nothing good. Immediately Albert teleported to Kalistovo. He was exposed to an evening cool, and late lighting seemed too red. He tried out to teleport back. It happened. After silent the evil voices seemed louder and the lighting after the sunset more blue.
-Fuck you! I've seen him as you. Just he has just been here.
-Look! He's here again! Catch him!
Here Albert saw a thin metal post is height approximately thirty feet above the ground. As in the childhood, the erstwhile boyish excitement embraced him. He hung on the post, pulled himself up and climbed the post, gaining altitude enough fast. One of ill wishers decided to follow him, climbing up this post. Others began to throw small stones, but missed every time. Albert wanted to mock them for last. Reaching almost the top, he pronounced the first words occurred to him:
-Just I've arrived from the hell. I shall go back. Then I'll return again and kill you all! I shall kill you all! - after this he laughed, imitating Fantômas.
Stones began flying from all the sides and the pursuer on the post was already close and tried to grab his feet. Unexpectedly for all of them, Albert jumped down and while falling, being still above ground, teleported in Kalistovo and emerged already not in the air, but on the ground, as usual. However, only a very little fraction of a second before his "disappearing" from New-York, a little stone hit him just under his left eye. He clutched at his eye with his hand already in Kalistovo. He understood that he will return home with a bruise, but all the same loudly laughed. After calming down a little, in order not to shock the neighbors with his either joyful or mad look (he didn't mistake), Albert teleported in a wasteland not far from home, and checked whether did someone see his appearing from nothing. Coming at home, immediately he embraced his wife, stacked their lips in a kiss.
-What happened to you? Your eyes sparkle. Under the eye is a bruise. Who have you fought with? Let me go. Are you drunk or have you got high?
-However, you know, my love, I drink nothing excepting the tea.
This took place in the kitchen. With his right arm, he went on to embrace his wife, with his left hand he reached to switch off. So, she gave herself to him standing, then they went in the room to the bed and he possessed her there at the second time. After this they went to have supper. She noticed, he was much hungry. After supper he fell asleep at once.
-In a dream you spoke English, - Nadya pointed out next morning, smiling. - I remembered even a few words: "Fuck you! I'll kill you all!"
-I was tired yesterday. Today I travel nowhere, I stay at home, - Albert said.
-It's time to calm down. You frolic like a boy. Who hit your eye yesterday? Can they meet you at the second time?
-That's impossible. They live very far.
-You still ride. After all, already your age has been the fourth decade.
-Didn't I tell you that I don't live according to a schedule?
Albert understood that it's difficult to unlearn his wife from the conventional wisdom. So, it will be more difficult to accustom her to his moral doctrine, which preaches the free love without jealousy. In spite of all, let it be in a secret manner, but he needed try out to flirt with one of his wife's friends. He decided to begin from redhead Lena. When they finished their breakfast, outdoors the heavy rain started. Albert took a newspaper, lay down on the bed and began to plan the actions.
Lena lived further than others: In Moscow, in district Kuntsevo. Albert remembered her personal Kryptonite to be watching the different Mexican TV series. She worked in a canteen, however, in spite of this didn't get fat, but stayed slim, like her friends. She didn't earn much, but the work was easy and a little income was compensated by free alimentation. Even with Nadezhda she reluctantly shared about her connection with men and many only occasionally. It seemed, she was ashamed even because of the least manifestation of her sexuality, but also, being angry with something, she was able without any shame, at least, in the circle of her acquaintances to say the bad words about circumstance or about its culprits without any shame. Perhaps, this bad habit brought into her subconscious blaming the sex, but the nature demanded its need, so this internal conflict corrupted her character. She knew this and tried less to manifest herself. Some people were attracted because of seeming inscrutability, others were repelled who considered her as shallow and bored. For every lock there are fitting keys and not fitting ones.
Whatever they say, in the relationships with women Albert had a peculiar experience, which he trusted. In an amicable way, that is without pretending resistance, he was able to persuade very few, only the most complaisant of them. The decisiveness, the persistency, even a little aggression increased a probability to receive desired things. And the most luck results were given by a behaviour, not transgressing the law, but being close from a limit, beyond which the action may be considered as a criminal one. Albert never violated this limit, however, even in the framework of law, not always one could be persistent. This pleasant trait to the lot of women, had its reverse side, giving or facilitating a possibility to slander a stubborn and persistent applicant to be a lover. And this country just differed by a traditional wish its citizens to cause a harm to one's neighbor without some benefit for himself.
He refused at once to appear suddenly in the apartments. In any case, either suddenly to come out of a toilet, or suddenly climb from under a bed, an owner of the flat may be scared almost to death. It is unsafe even for a woman with a healthy heart. And what for to do so? Lena well knows him. If he rings the doorbell, after looking in the peephole, she will immediately open the door.
A few years ago, he read in a newspaper about an experimenter who lay down into the bath after switching off and taking care in order the silence would be around him and water temperature was set +34C. As if such an action would train the mystical perception, the super abilities. Albert tried it. Nothing especially took place, however, there was something after all. If fall asleep, the dreams became clearer and more logical than usual and, the main thing, this gave an effective rest or the possibility to collect his thoughts. Although his wife didn't do it, however, she was not against those experiments, which cannot do harm to someone or something. If today he lies down into the bath and asks don't disturb during two hours, she will not be astonished at all.
So he did one hour before Lena's favorite TV series. After lying ten minutes, he silently dressed, wiped himself a little, finding wife's foundation in the dark, he smeared the bruise with it, then teleported into the toilet of Lena's flat, until which was at least twenty miles. There was no light, neither in the toilet, nor in the flat. He decided to wait for her, came out of the dark apartment, silently closing the door, went downstairs to the ground floor. Suddenly the door of the entrance opened and the woman he was going to hunt, turn out to be toe-to-toe with him.
-Why are you alone, without Nadya? What a case took place with you both there?
-Nothing special, but we have something to talk.
Lena, without suspecting something, went upstairs and unlocked the door. Albert followed her and closed the door. Lena switched and inquiringly stared at the guest. He stood in the home pajamas with a wet head, with smoothed but not combed hair, so he was not quite look like himself.
-That's the thing I'm not Albert, - said he, changing his voice a little.
-Stop fooling around. However, where is Nadya? - asked Lena with the appropriate intonation, but she has already begun to feel something wrong. What if he is not Albert in fact? But he is very similar.
-Albert is at home with his wife. I am his double. Perhaps, he knows nothing about himself. Forget them!
Lena looked into his eyes. She has seen, he looked at her like a cat at the meat. She felt a bit horribly and a bit shameful. She blushed. Then she paled. This mute scene lasted not long, but suppressed her.
-But what do you need? - A shiver in her voice betrayed her.
-That's you I need! - after saying this he rushed to her and squeezed her, embracing. Suddenly, she with her huge colored nails tried to scratch his hand. He must not allow this at any cost. The scratches on his hands is the evidence that there was himself, not his double. There was the only solution. Suddenly he grabbed Lena's wrist, wrenched her hand and wrapped it behind her back. Lena howled.
-Behave yourself well, beauty. Then I'll be kind and love you. And do not dare to scratch, otherwise I'll wrap you up higher than nape.
Being excited, he has begun to cuddle up her behind. Suddenly she shouted with all her might:
-Fire! Help me! Fire!
He didn't expect that this quiet one is able to shout so loudly. He heard on the stairs a door opened, then the doorbell rang.
-Gotcha? Now you are going to be caught like a rabbit. There is a neighbor from the militia with his brother, they both are ham-fisted, you'll get such fucking beatings now and put you in the militia! There they will add!
-What a scum you are, - Albert said in a whisper.
-But you, mutt, did you think as it you are allowed to insult and touch everyone with impunity?
-Go to seek an impotent man for you. He wouldn't insult you - this was said in a very quite silent whisper.
-But now they are going to insult you, - seeing Albert doesn't keep her more, Lena went to open the door. Albert very silently rushed into the toilet. Exit door has opened.
-Sneaky coward! He twisted my arms, but now he is hiding in the toilet from you.
At the door really two strong men were standing.
-Not a coward, but a fool, - said one of them. And they both surely headed to the toilet. While they went, both became scared. The same word "fool" made them think what the malefactor could count on if he is clever. Now it is not the eighth decade, but the ninety third year. And there is a lot of similar types with a pistol in their pocket. However, they were ashamed to show their fear in front of a pretty mistress. One of them opened the door of the toilet with a sharp jerk and both recoiled, then looked there once more, then interrogatively looked at the mistress of the apartment.
-There is nobody.
-But he had just been here, touched me, nearly broke my arm and I clearly saw he came in the toilet.
The two neighbors examined the whole flat carefully. The windows were locked. Also, nobody hid either under the bed or in the cupboard.
-Let's go, Vitya. - one of them said with offended voice.
-As for you, I'd like to advice to take a sleeping pill or something a sedative, - said another, turning to the mistress of flat. You disturb people in vain.
They came out. Lena switched on the TV and in ten minutes the problems of the screen heroes made her forget about just occurred one. She was very uncomfortable, and she decided to tell about this neither to friends, nor especially to Albert.
This time Albert lay in his bath, pondering about the case. The failure made him angry and grieved him very much. It was the only a bad mood, what discouraged him to teleport to Lena and try his luck once more. When he wiped himself and came out of the bathroom and opened the book of Tantra, there were neither dollars, nor letters. The last new with hundred dollars from his old friend had been already three weeks ago. This made him come to conclusion that the old Paul was perished under circumstances unknown to him.
Next chapter: http://la-flagellation.blogspot.ru/2017/12/the-teleportation-part-1-chapter-17.html
The original Russian text of the chapters from 16 to 18: http://www.proza.ru/2010/01/26/738
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