Albert woke at eight o'clock in the morning, repaying whole his debt to the need for sleep. However, as it usually occurs, after full sleeping a human being feels more wrecked.
How good it is yet to be able to teleport! If not so, It would be not even a thought to spend the night at home after the shooting in Sveta's apartment he did yesterday. Certainly, they know who shot, also, they likely know that it is impossible to catch him, so they don't come. Not only Albert, but they would be ready to let go even a hundred criminals if only receive the theirs they need. Especially since this is not an official service, but an unauthorized activity. However, for that reason it should expect not less, but more the lawlessness and cruelty than from legal officials. By the way, it is quite possible that higher bodies, long ago, had learned about these machinations and now they are watching them in order at the high time to intercept data gained by this company, but we must not let go such developments. It would be a loss, a hundred-percent defeat. If one loses, being with these abilities, it would be a shame in front of himself.
Albert was relaxing, massaged his legs as he could, in unnoticeable manner opened windows to refresh up himself with an autumn-winter cold current of the air, drank some strong tea, and as soon as the interest for the documents gained by the old man, increased to a maximum, he began to learn them.
Kashin and two his assistant -all of them lived in the same house near The Kutuzovsky avenue, the closest metro station was the Studencheskaya (Of students). From all indications, it looked, as well as these both had got in the KGB not without Kashin's patronage. In the 1959 in the early childhood Kashin moved with his parents in this just built house. Regarding the color of the house, to say yellow or pinkish, all the same it wouldn't be exact, in that epoch in Moscow built houses were of the same undetermined color. In the same year, the metro station was built nearby. Skolopendrin and Batogov, the first of them in two years, the second in four ones, they were born in this house. Also, Kashin remembered his home in an old wooden building in a very poor technical condition someplace in the lanes of Sretenka.
Three photos of every one of them were annexed. Albert recognized the two: Batogov was checking his passport and Kashin stood nearby when he was coming out from the entrance with his wife. He thought, he still didn't meet Skolopendrin, because he didn't notice who was looking at him from the darkness, when he had the first date with Lena and he had teleported on the stairs of her house. In his appearance on the photo, one unlikely could find something "police". One might mistake him for a person who is executing analysis activities, for a mathematician, for example, he could teach at university where Albert long ago studied and had an experience of speaking with people of similar professions. Also, there were a few of addresses of safe houses in this stack of paperwork, which were prepared, either by the official security Service, or by Kashin himself. The information about Kashin's secret apartments, there were two of them, naturally, was classified from everyone colleagues who was outside the deal, including Lena. The racketeers whom Kashin presented as his personal snitches, used two service flats situated near the Filevskaya line of the metro. One of flats, which sometimes were visited by women gathering information, was situated in the near Zamoskvorechye District, in the Arsenevsky lane. Another one was in the New Cheryomushki district, near the metro. These three agents could use, either own cars, or cars of the Service, but equally because of different reasons, also, they could use the urban transport. Batogov and Skolopendrin had own cars "Zhiguly-6" in the personal garages. Kashin had "Zhiguly-9" and dreamed for a foreign-made car. Almost his whole illegal income he invested into his shady transaction, especially now, when he kept the luck almost in his pocket. There was not any doubt that the "object" possesses the valuable ability to teleport, but unfortunately this ability created an impossibility to capture and subdue the object.
Albert was aware that the pursues try not to scare him, but there is an instant, when they will have to expose themselves and in that case they will act decisively, immediately and mercilessly. When will it occur? They must not get ahead of him. The quicker he evacuates his wife, the better it will be. He will have to think, how to evacuate the rest of girlfriends, but it will be after. Although they know from Lena, also, it's possible, through the listening devices, his mistresses are every one of the three. However, it is unlikely that an idea would occur in their minds to capture someone else earlier than the lawful wife. From his point, it would be equally hard to sacrifice any of them the four, but this fact still has not come till the persecutors. Now Albert was sorry that he has dissuaded old Paul to meet in the night New-York, and the meeting is planned there for six o'clock in the morning local time when in Moscow it will be 14.00, that's afternoon. During this time anything may happen. No, he must evacuate her by all means already today.
In addition, the shots he had fired yesterday, it seemed, wouldn't cause any issue, it fact, they may force to move the events faster, and this is not good for him. At the meeting Paul will tell him, that fast decision making cannot be allowed without the extreme necessity. But he already understood it. It wasn't any necessity, just he wanted to shoot, and a cursory examining the situation, everything looked blameless. That's really, he yesterday refrained from "lying down between girlfriends" when he eavesdropped Nadya and Lena. Also, he might refrain from shooting in the same manner. Always and everywhere, now he has to behave like an intelligence officer, not like a simple man or even like a petty crook. Everything is much more serious.
After working half an hour with the documents and trying to remember more, as far as possible, Albert, in the manner his old friend says, "has climbed over" on the stairwell near the garret in the Lena's house, then he walked downstairs till the apartment he needed and rang the bell. The two girlfriends were astonished from his unexpected appearing after the absence of the phone calls yesterday and today.
Over tea, when Nadya didn't see, Lena started making eyes at him. He turned his look away and the only time, while it was guaranteed that Nadya can notice nothing, Albert smiled, put his finger on his lips, then he has wagged his finger at her and shew his fist her, joking. Catching a moment, as if to spite Lena, he began to molest his lawful wife in a manner of a street punk. He picked her up from her chair, beginning to kiss, to hug, to pull up her skirt.
-Still, what is the matter with you? Do you need it right now? Do you really think this place is appropriate? Why you are going mad? You should feel shamed in front of my friend. What impatient you are! We still didn't finish the tea.
Lena was looking at them. She quickly have understood that her situation is not quite nice, staring at the hugging couple, and abruptly turned away, she came out of the room. It was the same thing Albert needed. He carefully whispered in wife's ear already prepared words:
-We have to go. In this home, it's more dangerous than at our one. She has betrayed us. Don't overreact, otherwise you will spoil everything. We have money, we have a place to hide, we have enough chance to be saved. The only thing may destroy everything, this would be your disobedience.
Instead an answer, a puzzled and astonished look followed.
-Do you think I joke? Today night, from this toy I had wounded two dudes, - carefully, in order no one would see, Albert shew her the pistol. - I don't know, whether they stay alive. You have to do the only thing: during about fifteen minutes, to sit still only for show. After this quietly and politely to leave. Is it difficult? This is the high time to depart.
The last words "time to depart" were heard by Lena when she came in again. Soon after coming out, she guessed Albert intentionally might to play a love scene with his wife to report her something. Her chiefs read her the lectures, which sometimes took place in the safe house in a quiet and cozy atmosphere.
-However, you are like a crazy, - said Nadya aloud. And it almost popped out "What the hell have you done?" But some feeling, which it is impossible to explain, stopped her at the high time and she has preferred prudently to keep silent.
-Lena, we are leaving, - suddenly reported Albert, turning to her. He has guessed, that she heard ending of their conversation.
-Let's Alik sit else a little about fifteen minutes.
Albert took a look at his watch. It was afternoon, five minutes after one o'clock.
-No. We have better to come out right now, not to be late.
-Where you are hurrying so?
-We will return in the evening and tell.
-Are you really going to roll me back and forth?
-I'll explain everything later. We will have to return here.
They hurriedly dressed. Nadezhda didn't calm down, but continued grumbling, annoying more and more. When they came out of the entrance, her annoyance reached the maximum and at this moment Albert told her in the ear:
-We have not to return. Do you remember, yesterday in our yard three dudes were captured? Also, there is the pistol "Walter" in my pocket. However, Lena is afraid of something. She has the premonitions of death. All these things are connected each with other. I don't joke and don't play.
-What is the matter. Did you have mixed-up with the cocaine traffickers, like Lena did? You have dropped selling newspapers, but there is money more and more, haven't you? You think as if I see nothing.
-I earn this money in an honest way. If I begin to thieve, I'l have a few of billions, and because of this fact they hunt us. They cannot catch me. They still don't guess that we are bolting away. Otherwise, you will be taken hostage by them to detain me. If I tell now why they need me... do you know, how they are able to look at the face and to place the burden on the psychological state? They will understand at once that you know too much. Likely, you know, what happens to those who knows too much. I don't want to lose you, therefore do everything I say. Now we leave by metro. I must meet someone. I will get off sooner than we reach, but you roll by the Circle Line till the station "Taganskaya", come out and wait for me there, in spite anything happens.
He told her all this in the desert street, leading to the metro station. They walked with fast steps.
-If all this turns out as a foolish joke, I'll not live together with you.
-In both cases, either we will be in the security to live and prosper, or to perish together, all the same you will learn that it is not a joke. The end of this comedy depends on you 99%. There were enough beautiful and tragic histories in the world when lovers preferred to die together. I think, we have better not to increase their number.
Then he shew her the photos of the three possible persecutors. Also, he taught her what to say if they attempt to capture her, wrote a few of names and phone numbers, she can use.
They were traveling by metro long and had time to change to the Circle line. Albert looked at the watch. Arriving to the station "Dobryninskaya", it was two without five. He could not accompany her further.
-I come out now. I don't know, how long you will have to wait for me there, but be standing, otherwise it would be our end. No matter what hole I will pop out of, immediately run to me. And be aware, what decent people they would seem you, in fact, they are worse than now deceased Tolik's all bandit "roofs" and the only thing consols, they are smarter, more predictable and are afraid of the higher rank authorities. I'll try to do faster.
In the station he came out, waited till train have gone. There was a narrow door in front of the entrance into the dark tunnel. The door was a silver color painted and a red inscription on it: "Danger. No entry". Albert came up and overstepped on right, holding to the door, above the rails. After entering, he disappeared in the darkness.
Nadezhda travelled two stops else and got out where they agreed. Her heart was troubled, but also she wanted to learn what is the matter and what the end will be. One might assume everyone is nonsense, but a pistol in husband's pocket is this a nonsense? And what about these people on the photos. She already saw someone of them, but could not remember where it was. And what about this referring to general Paukov? Is is possible that a general in addition would be a coke dealer? That's some kind of devilry, but, also, not a hogwash. This is some part of a truth, although it is strange.
She came up to a newsstand. Is it worth buying "Crime reporting" or it is not?However, there is a lot of own problems and one have to ponder about them. It would be better not to look aside. What if I have to wait long? Maybe, buy it to kill time?
-Are you missing? I'm going to tell you one thing ant it will be interesting even without the "Crime reporting".
-I guess, we aren't familiar.
-However, look at me more attentively. They say there was such a movie long ago: "You and I met together somewhere".
Nadezhda unwittingly has taken a look at the intrusive stranger. He was one of the men from the photos Albert showed her. Also, he was one of those whom she saw somewhere.
-I remind, together with a colleague, we checked your documents, when you were coming out of the entrance yesterday in the morning.
He didn't lie. She recognized him. There was something very unpleasant in this person, in spite of his manners seemed polite ones.
-What is a kind of connection between me and the events taking place yesterday in the yard?
-Yesterday no connection, but today you have it. At night, your husband penetrated in the Svetlana Izmailova's apartment by unknown us way and wounded with a pistol "Walter" (as analysis showed), to our two colleagues. They both are in a hospital now, also, one of them is in a severe condition. Your husband was traveling in the metro together with you, got off in the station "Dobryninskaya" and tried to penetrate into the tunnel, where are the trains go, but not normal people. They had to detain and cuff him. So, if you are waiting for him, that's in vain. You may stand till the tomorrow morning. Here I've trapped you! You have believed me. You believed Albert shot a gun to people. Therefore, he inducts you in his deals. But you can help him, being frank with us.
Suddenly, Nadya remembered Albert told her: "No matter, they would tell you, as if I am detained, arrested, killed or as if I am giving evidence - this will be a lie not 90%, not 99%, but whole 100%. Be stalling. Regarding Kovalev, general Paukov, their phone numbers these are trump cards you'll play it as a last resort".
-Why I would have to believe you? What did your colleagues in the Izmailova's apartment?
-Your friendess was not there. She left for the settlement "Behests of Ilyich" to Valya Zhuchenko. You see, we know everything. And by unknown way, your husband and coke dealers penetrated into the apartment, - Batogov lied, regarding the last who weren't "specialists" in the drugs, - And when our people attempted to detain them, your husband shot and ran away, climbing down on the drain pipe. Perhaps, then rolled away by taxi, thinking as if he cannot be caught. Do you really think, as if he succeeded to go away, especially in the subway? The subway is a trap. Now all the exits are over us and in the tunnel every one must be detained, even in spite his stellar reputation if such a thing is in fact. There are always our guys from the anti-terrorist department and every entrance is covered by surveillance cameras. Do you trust in fables? You have better to follow us and to give testimony in a calm atmosphere.
-You have neither an arrest warrant, nor a judgement, nor a subpoena.
-These things soon will be. And now, your husband will be interrogated. It is our will, to whom to bring him. If I don't get enough of the data I need, I'll bring him to the comrades of the people he shot. They just dream to get him. Are you imagining, what they can do with him while they will beat out of him testimony?
-So what a data you need?
-About all his friends and connections lately. We are interested in them, not in him. We know that your husband had cut off all his former connections. If he is so frank with you, to such a point that you are known about his night crime...
-I have not told this! I see you are known. By the way, before, you could be jailed because of the failure to report crimes. You may stand on yours, but I am keeping up with developments. It cannot be as if he never, at least once, said about his friends, connections, hobbies.
-Even I never heard from him the words: "coke, drugs".
-I ask you not about the coke.
-At our home no one was, excepting a strange old man who already is not living. Unlikely, you are interested.
-We are interested in everything. How old he was?
-He was something like more than sixty, but not more than seventy years old.
-His name? How he looked?
-Once Albert said that he had died in unknown circumstances.
-Did you check this? Did you see the cadaver?
-Neither checked, nor saw.
-So, your husband invented this story about his death and brought home this type, likely, when they just made acquaintance. When they expanded their activities, your husband learnt what trouble he has got into, then he decided to hide from you the continue of the contact with him.
-I don't understand, what for you need an old vagabond, an odd, also, he trusts in God and likes to reason. It seems, you are in the wrong business.
-How, as have you said? An old vagabond, an odd person who trusts in God, philosophizes, reasons, doesn't he? So he is wanted by the militia. We know about this. It's quite possible, it is himself. You said he is odd. An odd person, this is a rare one. Do you see in the street a lot of old vagabonding philosophers? However, he doesn't similar to an usual tramp, does he?
Saying so, Batogov took headphones from a small case and put them on; not on his ears, but nearby. After this he took a long tube, vaguely, what purpose to serve.
-Do you know what a thing is this? This is a stunner. If I direct it at you and switch on it, you will lose consciousness immediately. Then you will come to yourself in a place which will not be too comfortable and you will be spoken not so politely. I am sure, you are telling not in full.
-However, how it will be considered by your chiefs, for example, by general Paukov?
-Who would let you come up to him?
-If I disappear, other people will call him. And if he is not in his seat, they will call to Kovalev. Any of them would be glad to get an information what are you dealing with Kashin and Skolopendrin. They would let me come in with open arms. So quit flattering yourself, lord... oh, excuse me, comrade Batogov!
Batogov had to apply whole his knowledge to hide, in what a shock into he has been thrown by the words of the disobedient "client", but he only partly succeeded to hide his state of mind. The attempt "to switch off" all the emotional channels provoked a stupefying effect. Nadezhda saw the trump cards given her by Albert are working. It added her a self-confidence.
-You have to do the only thing: don't limit my freedom to move.
-And how long are you going to stand here? Now it is cold. We are standing here about an hour. I was not going to limit your freedom to move. Your husband's freedom to move already was limited. Nobody comes. Why so?
-If you are cold, go to warm.
-I obey the wise counsel, - saying this, Batogov headed to the doors of the metro, but before reaching them, he took from the pocket a radio set and adjusted the telescopic aerial.
-I am Rosemary, I am Rosemary, Eagle and Lightning, reception, - hearing an answer, he continued:
-Object-2 knows Ruler and Pecker, I repeat: object-2 knows Ruler and Pecker. It seems, she waits the object-1 in order to flee. We have to involve all the groups for surveillance. We cannot let them get away. Reception.
-I am Lightning, - Batogov heard in the answer. To involve all the groups is impossible. I have no right to remove them from the assignment. Otherwise, I will be put on trial, not you. Let's try to handle with the only group. What makes you think that they flee? Reception.
-She knows about night shooting and a little knows the rest things. I guess, he told her that he has the pistol, otherwise, unlikely she would believe. When I started to ask her and bluff, she has named correctly Ruler, Pecker and their phone numbers. Reception.
-I am Lightning. This is the last thing we need. I'm leading the whole group now to support. They will lead us to the next objects, perhaps, they have laboratories. Let's be patient. It must not be, everything depends on the only object. We have to seek the rest. Reception.
-I am Eagle, I am Eagle. Lightning and Rosemary, listen me attentively. I feel, the object is going to flee in the Kazan or Gorky railway direction. I'm heading to the station Perovo. Under it, there is the station Chukhlinka. Both ways there cross each other. If they use an electric train, I will follow them and report their itinerary. Reception.
-I am Lightning. Eagle, I support your plan. Stick to it.
-I am Rosemary, I am Rosemary, an additional report. In the summer, an old man visited the object-1. A few of his signs are similar ones said in a report by a cop from the area of the Three Railway Stations. Have you understood me? Reception.
-I am Lightning. I've understood. Attaboy, Rosemary! We go to support you. Any questions... End of connection.
-I understand, - Batogov answered quietly and put the radio in his pocket. After this he came up to Nadya, who already stagnated in long waiting, and pronounced exulting:
-Doesn't it seem that your husband is absent very long?
-What makes you think as if I'm waiting only for him?
In this instant at a high speed, breaking the monotony of the car noise by the squeal of brakes, a car "Volga" approached to the pavement and its door opened. A man wearing dark glasses, sitting near the door gave a cry to the crowd:
-Nadya! To me! Faster! - After this, raising himself a little, he opened the back door, where she should sit down, himself, ran to the back door, closing the front one and turning to the driver said quietly:
-As we have agreed, in Novo-Gireevo.
However, Batogov succeeded to attach the strange tube, which he before took from the small case and using it to scare Nadezhda, to the wires running from the headphones and to direct it at the car, which suddenly appeared out from nowhere. Nadya has recognized Albert from afar, wearing the dark glasses, but in the first instant only by his voice. Running, she flopped onto the back seat, the door blew shut and the car has rushed off.
-Alik, he is going to shoot us with something.
-No, - Albert quietly answered, turned back and put his finger to the lips.
Her shout as if spurred the driver. And just for a short while the roadway turned out free from cars, stopped at the crossroads by the traffic light. The driver used this, breaking a lot of the rules, he rushed right on the other side of the square to move in the opposite direction. By the rule, one had to roll along this side till a place where U-turn was allowed. Just when the car turned onto the street Entuziastov, Albert clarified:
-It was not a weapon, but a listening device.
-He, scoundrel, has scared me with this device and I had to play all the trump cards.
-Now they will follow us more active. How you failed to guess that no weapon would be attached to the headphones?
-The tube he kept in his hand without attaching anywhere, although he had put the headphones before.
-You, guys, aren't fleeing from the militia? In such a case they throughout will bother me.
-We are fleeing from a criminal organization, something similar the mafia, but worse, - saying this, Albert took out of the pocket the electric train schedule, took a look at the watch, then at the street running against. Now he was sure, when he put his wife in the car, Batogov heard "Novo-Gireevo". They will be near the intricate underpasses in three minutes. Albert decided to attempt to command the driver without a pistol. Now it was seen from every sign that the driver was a typical scoundrel. Old Paul named this kind of people "Soviet pettifoggers". A mitigation of conversation could give more time to stay on the track. Aggravation of conversation immediately could provoke a conflict with demanding to pay the part of the way and go out of the car.
-Nobody tells bad about himself, - the driver parried Albert's explaining this is not the militia who follows them. - But if dig deeper, one can find something to jail you for a half of the life.
-To get two hundred dollars for nothing, is it a little?
-I'm not for sale and I don't provide services for the criminals. If I knew from beginning whom I deal with, I already would bring you into the militia, we were rolling by, but not to Taganka.
-You yourself, don't believe you said. Because if you believe, you would be afraid of saying such things to criminals.
-I am a strong working muzhik. It's you cowards, intellectuals.
-Say this your chief, at work.
-It's none of your business, what and to whom I say. And I can beat anyone like you. I am ready to come out right now and to break your face.
-I am not a fighting dog to do similar nonsense. If you don't touch me, I'll just come past you, as well as past a pile of shit, - suddenly Albert changed a speak tone, immediately having transformed. - But if you, billy goat, touch me, I'll tear your guts out and put them around my hand. Understood?
-What!
-Keep your hands on the steering wheel if you don't want to crash into something.
Getting angry, the driver started to move to the right lanes and soon stopped near the pavement.
-So listen to me now, turnkey's son, - Albert continued. - I speak your crappy thieves' language in order it would be more understandable for you. In any case I would defeat you, because you are stupid and it is easy to prepare any surprise for an idiot. Even if I cannot defeat you, I would get you, using my purposefulness you have not. I could persecute you for a bloody insult for a few of years, and one day I would catch you and bleed you! I am a friend of the Chechen people and I estimate and consider acceptable their custom of revenge. Especially, against such a pig like you. But I am more dangerous for you than a Chechen, because I am set free from any customs and prejudices. I am a warrior, not a criminal, and I will persecute your red ass kind, Bolshevik curse, whole my life!
Albert's unexpected utterances one by one retarded the outcome, making the enemy stagnate for a while, either because of the astonishing, or because of the ponder. This didn't fit with the experience of his former altercations. Finally, he concluded as if a man who quarrels with him is a poseur and psycho, that's one of those who recklessly and presumptuously gets into fights and always stays beaten or jailed. The driver returned back, swang his arm as a collective farmer and... stagnated, being horrified, seeing a gun directed at him. Also, no heartbreaking hesitation was seen on the face of the man who kept the gun in the deadly grip. It was a joyful hunting excitement who long sought and finally has found a victim he needed.
-What... What for so chafe? We have talked like men... I told you... You told me... There are people around us. Let's be reasonable. What unrestrained you are. You cannot take a joke.
In fact, Albert didn't lose his cool at all. He was able so well to manage the beast who is hidden inside of every one of us. If it was necessary, he kept him on a short chain, but when they were near the railway station Novaya, he unleashed him, without forgetting to look at the watch. Right here he had to stop, and there was a rest of a little time for this quarrel and walking to the station.
-The matter is not about me. I am able to stay without being offended. The matter is that every communist or fascist regime is supported by people like you. If your sort of people disappear, maybe a paradise will not be as a result, but at least, it will be a good normal life as in the West. While you are alive, you have a chance to change your mind. Regarding the payment, I was going not to pay at all, after this, but all right: I throw onto your seat one hundred bucks, it's enough. All the same, for me, it's easier to make them than you would drive seven miles. If you want to live, put your head and hands on the steering wheel... faster! Using my words, I stopped you in the district I needed. I am not alone here. Sit still, till the cops or my persecutors will come up to you. Otherwise, you even will not learn, what a point from, you were shot. A Dieu!
Nadezhda heard and was astonished. She used to have conflicting feelings. How little she knew her husband, although she spent three years with him! Here now he showed her his strong side, because of which it was awful, a macabre cold came from his words. Yes, he turned out a stronger person than she supposed. He is able to hold his own, her own, if he loses, he will inevitably revenge. She failed to understand, why she is not joyful for this reason. In fact, she didn't because he was not a dream boy on the white horse, but a warrior from the quite real modern life. To be a warrior, it is not to have to win three or four enemies with the only hit. It is enough to have inside a warrior spirit, and then, as it is told in the Scripture, feet become swift to shed blood. A warrior is a participant of war, but there is not a beautiful thing in the war. The Grim Reaper always follows it or someone may imagine another form, but provoking the same feelings. Nadezhda just didn't want now that his husband would kill someone, especially in front of her. Maybe they right act to flee? Whether for a long while?
Two cars with task groups subordinates to Kashin speeded down the street Entuziastov to meet the fugitives. They already have learned from Batogov the number of the grey car "Volga". A few times, either one, or other of them, without succeeding to see quickly the car numbers, they turned in the opposite direction, breaking the rules and sometimes almost making a car accident, avoiding it by a miracle, but the numbers turned out wrong, also, the passengers were the wrong ones. Finally, by chance, they saw the "Volga" they needed. It was parked near the pavement. The driver was sitting, holding the steer wheel and putting his head on it. At first he was scared, then started to resent and threaten to the "objects", even he proposed his services to help to detain the persecuted persons, but they ignored him, but rushed to the station Novaya. Just an electric train left for the station Kurovskaya. The fact was reported to Skolopendrin, and he rushed running from Chukhlinka to Perovo higher. There a subordinated partner was waiting for him who had the second degree in running at medium distances.
A part of people stayed to patrol the platform, whether Albert with his wife would appear. Everyone had the photos of the "objects". They were going to check the electric trains from Moscow and to Moscow. Another part of the group returned into the cars. One car rushed to Novo-Gireevo. Kashin was in it. Another car arrived in Taganka, Batogov got into it and they went along the Ryazansky avenue, farther from the Center. Those who stayed in the cars, they were waiting impatiently the reports from the railways. If there is not a report, the only hope stayed that sooner or later the "objects" will return to any of the known addresses. And the whole trouble was that the "object-1" was completely unaware, as it seemed, and nobody was prepared for his unexpected actions. At the time of their possible fleeing, the cars which were free from the work, they were very far, so they couldn't, neither to catch the "object", nor to follow him.
Skolopendrin passed the train back and forth. He would recognize everyone who was under watching, no matter, with the dark glasses or without them. However, Albert had put on the dark glasses in Taganka only to win a second, maybe a split second. But there were not of them in the train.
-Did you check the toilets in the middle of the train, - Skolopendrin heard from the radio.
-We haven't a trihedral key with us. Zounds! We already have reached Lyubertsy.
-Along the Ryazan direction all the trains are checked now. The comrades turned out more provident than you are. They had the keys with them and have checked all the places.
Skolopendrin was a little offended, but has preferred not to be distracted.
-So, maybe I would leave this train? However, I can lend the keys from the train driver.
-Don't leave. Check everything. If they need the Kurovskaya direction, this is the only train. Regarding the next train, they would have to wait for it very long.
Skolopendrin spoke through the radio in the observation platform, sticking out the aerial into the little window without a glass. The subordinate partner who could run well, was looking at him, waiting for the next command. If he looked not at him, but aside, he would see beyond the glass of the door, which opens the space between the carriages, at first a man, then a woman, they looked at him in turn and recoiling and running through one carriage, in the next carriage they locked the door with their own trihedral key.
-We must reach the station "Platform 41 kilometer". Now, either he will be commanded "Cancellation", or they will demand to check every toilet. As you see, it is impossible to capture me, including the tunnel of the metro. I wasn't joking, telling this. Why so, I cannot say it now. I am going to hide myself and you have to be inconspicuous for a while. Join any group, for example, the tourists, a group of women, at worst, card players. If they even notice you, unlikely come up to you, just they will follow where you go. If they attempt to detain you, call for help the passengers, pull the time till a station and break a window at the station you will arrive. It would be a sign to me, however, only at the station. I just don't want to open fire in the train, especially ahead of time. If you reach the "Platform 41 kilometer", come out in the same instant when the doors are closing and run, run forward in the direction of the moving train. We have a little of time.
-What you are up to? Are you going to be hanging outside the train? You may fall down! You may be electrocuted if on the roof. This is a nightmare! Don't leave me!
-I try my best only because of you. If I am alone, I wouldn't need this train. If you ever know all the truth, you will know that I don't a mistake now. What did say to you that devil in Taganka? But we have won! Now we will win too. You have better to tell now, what have you understood. Faster, please.
-Quickly to join a group of people. If I'am attacked, to break window at any station. If all right, to come out in the "Platform 41 kilometer", when the doors are closing and to run forward.
-Smart girl! - saying this, Albert pecked her on the lips and ran along the train in opposite of Skolopendrin direction.
In a half of an hour, the train passed the "Platform 41 kilometer" with untouched windows. And in fifteen minutes else, a shot has sounded in the forest, two miles from the station.
Next chapter: http://la-flagellation.blogspot.ru/2018/02/chapter-4-never-part-2-teleportation.html
How good it is yet to be able to teleport! If not so, It would be not even a thought to spend the night at home after the shooting in Sveta's apartment he did yesterday. Certainly, they know who shot, also, they likely know that it is impossible to catch him, so they don't come. Not only Albert, but they would be ready to let go even a hundred criminals if only receive the theirs they need. Especially since this is not an official service, but an unauthorized activity. However, for that reason it should expect not less, but more the lawlessness and cruelty than from legal officials. By the way, it is quite possible that higher bodies, long ago, had learned about these machinations and now they are watching them in order at the high time to intercept data gained by this company, but we must not let go such developments. It would be a loss, a hundred-percent defeat. If one loses, being with these abilities, it would be a shame in front of himself.
Albert was relaxing, massaged his legs as he could, in unnoticeable manner opened windows to refresh up himself with an autumn-winter cold current of the air, drank some strong tea, and as soon as the interest for the documents gained by the old man, increased to a maximum, he began to learn them.
Kashin and two his assistant -all of them lived in the same house near The Kutuzovsky avenue, the closest metro station was the Studencheskaya (Of students). From all indications, it looked, as well as these both had got in the KGB not without Kashin's patronage. In the 1959 in the early childhood Kashin moved with his parents in this just built house. Regarding the color of the house, to say yellow or pinkish, all the same it wouldn't be exact, in that epoch in Moscow built houses were of the same undetermined color. In the same year, the metro station was built nearby. Skolopendrin and Batogov, the first of them in two years, the second in four ones, they were born in this house. Also, Kashin remembered his home in an old wooden building in a very poor technical condition someplace in the lanes of Sretenka.
Three photos of every one of them were annexed. Albert recognized the two: Batogov was checking his passport and Kashin stood nearby when he was coming out from the entrance with his wife. He thought, he still didn't meet Skolopendrin, because he didn't notice who was looking at him from the darkness, when he had the first date with Lena and he had teleported on the stairs of her house. In his appearance on the photo, one unlikely could find something "police". One might mistake him for a person who is executing analysis activities, for a mathematician, for example, he could teach at university where Albert long ago studied and had an experience of speaking with people of similar professions. Also, there were a few of addresses of safe houses in this stack of paperwork, which were prepared, either by the official security Service, or by Kashin himself. The information about Kashin's secret apartments, there were two of them, naturally, was classified from everyone colleagues who was outside the deal, including Lena. The racketeers whom Kashin presented as his personal snitches, used two service flats situated near the Filevskaya line of the metro. One of flats, which sometimes were visited by women gathering information, was situated in the near Zamoskvorechye District, in the Arsenevsky lane. Another one was in the New Cheryomushki district, near the metro. These three agents could use, either own cars, or cars of the Service, but equally because of different reasons, also, they could use the urban transport. Batogov and Skolopendrin had own cars "Zhiguly-6" in the personal garages. Kashin had "Zhiguly-9" and dreamed for a foreign-made car. Almost his whole illegal income he invested into his shady transaction, especially now, when he kept the luck almost in his pocket. There was not any doubt that the "object" possesses the valuable ability to teleport, but unfortunately this ability created an impossibility to capture and subdue the object.
Albert was aware that the pursues try not to scare him, but there is an instant, when they will have to expose themselves and in that case they will act decisively, immediately and mercilessly. When will it occur? They must not get ahead of him. The quicker he evacuates his wife, the better it will be. He will have to think, how to evacuate the rest of girlfriends, but it will be after. Although they know from Lena, also, it's possible, through the listening devices, his mistresses are every one of the three. However, it is unlikely that an idea would occur in their minds to capture someone else earlier than the lawful wife. From his point, it would be equally hard to sacrifice any of them the four, but this fact still has not come till the persecutors. Now Albert was sorry that he has dissuaded old Paul to meet in the night New-York, and the meeting is planned there for six o'clock in the morning local time when in Moscow it will be 14.00, that's afternoon. During this time anything may happen. No, he must evacuate her by all means already today.
In addition, the shots he had fired yesterday, it seemed, wouldn't cause any issue, it fact, they may force to move the events faster, and this is not good for him. At the meeting Paul will tell him, that fast decision making cannot be allowed without the extreme necessity. But he already understood it. It wasn't any necessity, just he wanted to shoot, and a cursory examining the situation, everything looked blameless. That's really, he yesterday refrained from "lying down between girlfriends" when he eavesdropped Nadya and Lena. Also, he might refrain from shooting in the same manner. Always and everywhere, now he has to behave like an intelligence officer, not like a simple man or even like a petty crook. Everything is much more serious.
After working half an hour with the documents and trying to remember more, as far as possible, Albert, in the manner his old friend says, "has climbed over" on the stairwell near the garret in the Lena's house, then he walked downstairs till the apartment he needed and rang the bell. The two girlfriends were astonished from his unexpected appearing after the absence of the phone calls yesterday and today.
Over tea, when Nadya didn't see, Lena started making eyes at him. He turned his look away and the only time, while it was guaranteed that Nadya can notice nothing, Albert smiled, put his finger on his lips, then he has wagged his finger at her and shew his fist her, joking. Catching a moment, as if to spite Lena, he began to molest his lawful wife in a manner of a street punk. He picked her up from her chair, beginning to kiss, to hug, to pull up her skirt.
-Still, what is the matter with you? Do you need it right now? Do you really think this place is appropriate? Why you are going mad? You should feel shamed in front of my friend. What impatient you are! We still didn't finish the tea.
Lena was looking at them. She quickly have understood that her situation is not quite nice, staring at the hugging couple, and abruptly turned away, she came out of the room. It was the same thing Albert needed. He carefully whispered in wife's ear already prepared words:
-We have to go. In this home, it's more dangerous than at our one. She has betrayed us. Don't overreact, otherwise you will spoil everything. We have money, we have a place to hide, we have enough chance to be saved. The only thing may destroy everything, this would be your disobedience.
Instead an answer, a puzzled and astonished look followed.
-Do you think I joke? Today night, from this toy I had wounded two dudes, - carefully, in order no one would see, Albert shew her the pistol. - I don't know, whether they stay alive. You have to do the only thing: during about fifteen minutes, to sit still only for show. After this quietly and politely to leave. Is it difficult? This is the high time to depart.
The last words "time to depart" were heard by Lena when she came in again. Soon after coming out, she guessed Albert intentionally might to play a love scene with his wife to report her something. Her chiefs read her the lectures, which sometimes took place in the safe house in a quiet and cozy atmosphere.
-However, you are like a crazy, - said Nadya aloud. And it almost popped out "What the hell have you done?" But some feeling, which it is impossible to explain, stopped her at the high time and she has preferred prudently to keep silent.
-Lena, we are leaving, - suddenly reported Albert, turning to her. He has guessed, that she heard ending of their conversation.
-Let's Alik sit else a little about fifteen minutes.
Albert took a look at his watch. It was afternoon, five minutes after one o'clock.
-No. We have better to come out right now, not to be late.
-Where you are hurrying so?
-We will return in the evening and tell.
-Are you really going to roll me back and forth?
-I'll explain everything later. We will have to return here.
They hurriedly dressed. Nadezhda didn't calm down, but continued grumbling, annoying more and more. When they came out of the entrance, her annoyance reached the maximum and at this moment Albert told her in the ear:
-We have not to return. Do you remember, yesterday in our yard three dudes were captured? Also, there is the pistol "Walter" in my pocket. However, Lena is afraid of something. She has the premonitions of death. All these things are connected each with other. I don't joke and don't play.
-What is the matter. Did you have mixed-up with the cocaine traffickers, like Lena did? You have dropped selling newspapers, but there is money more and more, haven't you? You think as if I see nothing.
-I earn this money in an honest way. If I begin to thieve, I'l have a few of billions, and because of this fact they hunt us. They cannot catch me. They still don't guess that we are bolting away. Otherwise, you will be taken hostage by them to detain me. If I tell now why they need me... do you know, how they are able to look at the face and to place the burden on the psychological state? They will understand at once that you know too much. Likely, you know, what happens to those who knows too much. I don't want to lose you, therefore do everything I say. Now we leave by metro. I must meet someone. I will get off sooner than we reach, but you roll by the Circle Line till the station "Taganskaya", come out and wait for me there, in spite anything happens.
He told her all this in the desert street, leading to the metro station. They walked with fast steps.
-If all this turns out as a foolish joke, I'll not live together with you.
-In both cases, either we will be in the security to live and prosper, or to perish together, all the same you will learn that it is not a joke. The end of this comedy depends on you 99%. There were enough beautiful and tragic histories in the world when lovers preferred to die together. I think, we have better not to increase their number.
Then he shew her the photos of the three possible persecutors. Also, he taught her what to say if they attempt to capture her, wrote a few of names and phone numbers, she can use.
They were traveling by metro long and had time to change to the Circle line. Albert looked at the watch. Arriving to the station "Dobryninskaya", it was two without five. He could not accompany her further.
-I come out now. I don't know, how long you will have to wait for me there, but be standing, otherwise it would be our end. No matter what hole I will pop out of, immediately run to me. And be aware, what decent people they would seem you, in fact, they are worse than now deceased Tolik's all bandit "roofs" and the only thing consols, they are smarter, more predictable and are afraid of the higher rank authorities. I'll try to do faster.
In the station he came out, waited till train have gone. There was a narrow door in front of the entrance into the dark tunnel. The door was a silver color painted and a red inscription on it: "Danger. No entry". Albert came up and overstepped on right, holding to the door, above the rails. After entering, he disappeared in the darkness.
Nadezhda travelled two stops else and got out where they agreed. Her heart was troubled, but also she wanted to learn what is the matter and what the end will be. One might assume everyone is nonsense, but a pistol in husband's pocket is this a nonsense? And what about these people on the photos. She already saw someone of them, but could not remember where it was. And what about this referring to general Paukov? Is is possible that a general in addition would be a coke dealer? That's some kind of devilry, but, also, not a hogwash. This is some part of a truth, although it is strange.
She came up to a newsstand. Is it worth buying "Crime reporting" or it is not?However, there is a lot of own problems and one have to ponder about them. It would be better not to look aside. What if I have to wait long? Maybe, buy it to kill time?
-Are you missing? I'm going to tell you one thing ant it will be interesting even without the "Crime reporting".
-I guess, we aren't familiar.
-However, look at me more attentively. They say there was such a movie long ago: "You and I met together somewhere".
Nadezhda unwittingly has taken a look at the intrusive stranger. He was one of the men from the photos Albert showed her. Also, he was one of those whom she saw somewhere.
-I remind, together with a colleague, we checked your documents, when you were coming out of the entrance yesterday in the morning.
He didn't lie. She recognized him. There was something very unpleasant in this person, in spite of his manners seemed polite ones.
-What is a kind of connection between me and the events taking place yesterday in the yard?
-Yesterday no connection, but today you have it. At night, your husband penetrated in the Svetlana Izmailova's apartment by unknown us way and wounded with a pistol "Walter" (as analysis showed), to our two colleagues. They both are in a hospital now, also, one of them is in a severe condition. Your husband was traveling in the metro together with you, got off in the station "Dobryninskaya" and tried to penetrate into the tunnel, where are the trains go, but not normal people. They had to detain and cuff him. So, if you are waiting for him, that's in vain. You may stand till the tomorrow morning. Here I've trapped you! You have believed me. You believed Albert shot a gun to people. Therefore, he inducts you in his deals. But you can help him, being frank with us.
Suddenly, Nadya remembered Albert told her: "No matter, they would tell you, as if I am detained, arrested, killed or as if I am giving evidence - this will be a lie not 90%, not 99%, but whole 100%. Be stalling. Regarding Kovalev, general Paukov, their phone numbers these are trump cards you'll play it as a last resort".
-Why I would have to believe you? What did your colleagues in the Izmailova's apartment?
-Your friendess was not there. She left for the settlement "Behests of Ilyich" to Valya Zhuchenko. You see, we know everything. And by unknown way, your husband and coke dealers penetrated into the apartment, - Batogov lied, regarding the last who weren't "specialists" in the drugs, - And when our people attempted to detain them, your husband shot and ran away, climbing down on the drain pipe. Perhaps, then rolled away by taxi, thinking as if he cannot be caught. Do you really think, as if he succeeded to go away, especially in the subway? The subway is a trap. Now all the exits are over us and in the tunnel every one must be detained, even in spite his stellar reputation if such a thing is in fact. There are always our guys from the anti-terrorist department and every entrance is covered by surveillance cameras. Do you trust in fables? You have better to follow us and to give testimony in a calm atmosphere.
-You have neither an arrest warrant, nor a judgement, nor a subpoena.
-These things soon will be. And now, your husband will be interrogated. It is our will, to whom to bring him. If I don't get enough of the data I need, I'll bring him to the comrades of the people he shot. They just dream to get him. Are you imagining, what they can do with him while they will beat out of him testimony?
-So what a data you need?
-About all his friends and connections lately. We are interested in them, not in him. We know that your husband had cut off all his former connections. If he is so frank with you, to such a point that you are known about his night crime...
-I have not told this! I see you are known. By the way, before, you could be jailed because of the failure to report crimes. You may stand on yours, but I am keeping up with developments. It cannot be as if he never, at least once, said about his friends, connections, hobbies.
-Even I never heard from him the words: "coke, drugs".
-I ask you not about the coke.
-At our home no one was, excepting a strange old man who already is not living. Unlikely, you are interested.
-We are interested in everything. How old he was?
-He was something like more than sixty, but not more than seventy years old.
-His name? How he looked?
-Once Albert said that he had died in unknown circumstances.
-Did you check this? Did you see the cadaver?
-Neither checked, nor saw.
-So, your husband invented this story about his death and brought home this type, likely, when they just made acquaintance. When they expanded their activities, your husband learnt what trouble he has got into, then he decided to hide from you the continue of the contact with him.
-I don't understand, what for you need an old vagabond, an odd, also, he trusts in God and likes to reason. It seems, you are in the wrong business.
-How, as have you said? An old vagabond, an odd person who trusts in God, philosophizes, reasons, doesn't he? So he is wanted by the militia. We know about this. It's quite possible, it is himself. You said he is odd. An odd person, this is a rare one. Do you see in the street a lot of old vagabonding philosophers? However, he doesn't similar to an usual tramp, does he?
Saying so, Batogov took headphones from a small case and put them on; not on his ears, but nearby. After this he took a long tube, vaguely, what purpose to serve.
-Do you know what a thing is this? This is a stunner. If I direct it at you and switch on it, you will lose consciousness immediately. Then you will come to yourself in a place which will not be too comfortable and you will be spoken not so politely. I am sure, you are telling not in full.
-However, how it will be considered by your chiefs, for example, by general Paukov?
-Who would let you come up to him?
-If I disappear, other people will call him. And if he is not in his seat, they will call to Kovalev. Any of them would be glad to get an information what are you dealing with Kashin and Skolopendrin. They would let me come in with open arms. So quit flattering yourself, lord... oh, excuse me, comrade Batogov!
Batogov had to apply whole his knowledge to hide, in what a shock into he has been thrown by the words of the disobedient "client", but he only partly succeeded to hide his state of mind. The attempt "to switch off" all the emotional channels provoked a stupefying effect. Nadezhda saw the trump cards given her by Albert are working. It added her a self-confidence.
-You have to do the only thing: don't limit my freedom to move.
-And how long are you going to stand here? Now it is cold. We are standing here about an hour. I was not going to limit your freedom to move. Your husband's freedom to move already was limited. Nobody comes. Why so?
-If you are cold, go to warm.
-I obey the wise counsel, - saying this, Batogov headed to the doors of the metro, but before reaching them, he took from the pocket a radio set and adjusted the telescopic aerial.
-I am Rosemary, I am Rosemary, Eagle and Lightning, reception, - hearing an answer, he continued:
-Object-2 knows Ruler and Pecker, I repeat: object-2 knows Ruler and Pecker. It seems, she waits the object-1 in order to flee. We have to involve all the groups for surveillance. We cannot let them get away. Reception.
-I am Lightning, - Batogov heard in the answer. To involve all the groups is impossible. I have no right to remove them from the assignment. Otherwise, I will be put on trial, not you. Let's try to handle with the only group. What makes you think that they flee? Reception.
-She knows about night shooting and a little knows the rest things. I guess, he told her that he has the pistol, otherwise, unlikely she would believe. When I started to ask her and bluff, she has named correctly Ruler, Pecker and their phone numbers. Reception.
-I am Lightning. This is the last thing we need. I'm leading the whole group now to support. They will lead us to the next objects, perhaps, they have laboratories. Let's be patient. It must not be, everything depends on the only object. We have to seek the rest. Reception.
-I am Eagle, I am Eagle. Lightning and Rosemary, listen me attentively. I feel, the object is going to flee in the Kazan or Gorky railway direction. I'm heading to the station Perovo. Under it, there is the station Chukhlinka. Both ways there cross each other. If they use an electric train, I will follow them and report their itinerary. Reception.
-I am Lightning. Eagle, I support your plan. Stick to it.
-I am Rosemary, I am Rosemary, an additional report. In the summer, an old man visited the object-1. A few of his signs are similar ones said in a report by a cop from the area of the Three Railway Stations. Have you understood me? Reception.
-I am Lightning. I've understood. Attaboy, Rosemary! We go to support you. Any questions... End of connection.
-I understand, - Batogov answered quietly and put the radio in his pocket. After this he came up to Nadya, who already stagnated in long waiting, and pronounced exulting:
-Doesn't it seem that your husband is absent very long?
-What makes you think as if I'm waiting only for him?
In this instant at a high speed, breaking the monotony of the car noise by the squeal of brakes, a car "Volga" approached to the pavement and its door opened. A man wearing dark glasses, sitting near the door gave a cry to the crowd:
-Nadya! To me! Faster! - After this, raising himself a little, he opened the back door, where she should sit down, himself, ran to the back door, closing the front one and turning to the driver said quietly:
-As we have agreed, in Novo-Gireevo.
However, Batogov succeeded to attach the strange tube, which he before took from the small case and using it to scare Nadezhda, to the wires running from the headphones and to direct it at the car, which suddenly appeared out from nowhere. Nadya has recognized Albert from afar, wearing the dark glasses, but in the first instant only by his voice. Running, she flopped onto the back seat, the door blew shut and the car has rushed off.
-Alik, he is going to shoot us with something.
-No, - Albert quietly answered, turned back and put his finger to the lips.
Her shout as if spurred the driver. And just for a short while the roadway turned out free from cars, stopped at the crossroads by the traffic light. The driver used this, breaking a lot of the rules, he rushed right on the other side of the square to move in the opposite direction. By the rule, one had to roll along this side till a place where U-turn was allowed. Just when the car turned onto the street Entuziastov, Albert clarified:
-It was not a weapon, but a listening device.
-He, scoundrel, has scared me with this device and I had to play all the trump cards.
-Now they will follow us more active. How you failed to guess that no weapon would be attached to the headphones?
-The tube he kept in his hand without attaching anywhere, although he had put the headphones before.
-You, guys, aren't fleeing from the militia? In such a case they throughout will bother me.
-We are fleeing from a criminal organization, something similar the mafia, but worse, - saying this, Albert took out of the pocket the electric train schedule, took a look at the watch, then at the street running against. Now he was sure, when he put his wife in the car, Batogov heard "Novo-Gireevo". They will be near the intricate underpasses in three minutes. Albert decided to attempt to command the driver without a pistol. Now it was seen from every sign that the driver was a typical scoundrel. Old Paul named this kind of people "Soviet pettifoggers". A mitigation of conversation could give more time to stay on the track. Aggravation of conversation immediately could provoke a conflict with demanding to pay the part of the way and go out of the car.
-Nobody tells bad about himself, - the driver parried Albert's explaining this is not the militia who follows them. - But if dig deeper, one can find something to jail you for a half of the life.
-To get two hundred dollars for nothing, is it a little?
-I'm not for sale and I don't provide services for the criminals. If I knew from beginning whom I deal with, I already would bring you into the militia, we were rolling by, but not to Taganka.
-You yourself, don't believe you said. Because if you believe, you would be afraid of saying such things to criminals.
-I am a strong working muzhik. It's you cowards, intellectuals.
-Say this your chief, at work.
-It's none of your business, what and to whom I say. And I can beat anyone like you. I am ready to come out right now and to break your face.
-I am not a fighting dog to do similar nonsense. If you don't touch me, I'll just come past you, as well as past a pile of shit, - suddenly Albert changed a speak tone, immediately having transformed. - But if you, billy goat, touch me, I'll tear your guts out and put them around my hand. Understood?
-What!
-Keep your hands on the steering wheel if you don't want to crash into something.
Getting angry, the driver started to move to the right lanes and soon stopped near the pavement.
-So listen to me now, turnkey's son, - Albert continued. - I speak your crappy thieves' language in order it would be more understandable for you. In any case I would defeat you, because you are stupid and it is easy to prepare any surprise for an idiot. Even if I cannot defeat you, I would get you, using my purposefulness you have not. I could persecute you for a bloody insult for a few of years, and one day I would catch you and bleed you! I am a friend of the Chechen people and I estimate and consider acceptable their custom of revenge. Especially, against such a pig like you. But I am more dangerous for you than a Chechen, because I am set free from any customs and prejudices. I am a warrior, not a criminal, and I will persecute your red ass kind, Bolshevik curse, whole my life!
Albert's unexpected utterances one by one retarded the outcome, making the enemy stagnate for a while, either because of the astonishing, or because of the ponder. This didn't fit with the experience of his former altercations. Finally, he concluded as if a man who quarrels with him is a poseur and psycho, that's one of those who recklessly and presumptuously gets into fights and always stays beaten or jailed. The driver returned back, swang his arm as a collective farmer and... stagnated, being horrified, seeing a gun directed at him. Also, no heartbreaking hesitation was seen on the face of the man who kept the gun in the deadly grip. It was a joyful hunting excitement who long sought and finally has found a victim he needed.
-What... What for so chafe? We have talked like men... I told you... You told me... There are people around us. Let's be reasonable. What unrestrained you are. You cannot take a joke.
In fact, Albert didn't lose his cool at all. He was able so well to manage the beast who is hidden inside of every one of us. If it was necessary, he kept him on a short chain, but when they were near the railway station Novaya, he unleashed him, without forgetting to look at the watch. Right here he had to stop, and there was a rest of a little time for this quarrel and walking to the station.
-The matter is not about me. I am able to stay without being offended. The matter is that every communist or fascist regime is supported by people like you. If your sort of people disappear, maybe a paradise will not be as a result, but at least, it will be a good normal life as in the West. While you are alive, you have a chance to change your mind. Regarding the payment, I was going not to pay at all, after this, but all right: I throw onto your seat one hundred bucks, it's enough. All the same, for me, it's easier to make them than you would drive seven miles. If you want to live, put your head and hands on the steering wheel... faster! Using my words, I stopped you in the district I needed. I am not alone here. Sit still, till the cops or my persecutors will come up to you. Otherwise, you even will not learn, what a point from, you were shot. A Dieu!
Nadezhda heard and was astonished. She used to have conflicting feelings. How little she knew her husband, although she spent three years with him! Here now he showed her his strong side, because of which it was awful, a macabre cold came from his words. Yes, he turned out a stronger person than she supposed. He is able to hold his own, her own, if he loses, he will inevitably revenge. She failed to understand, why she is not joyful for this reason. In fact, she didn't because he was not a dream boy on the white horse, but a warrior from the quite real modern life. To be a warrior, it is not to have to win three or four enemies with the only hit. It is enough to have inside a warrior spirit, and then, as it is told in the Scripture, feet become swift to shed blood. A warrior is a participant of war, but there is not a beautiful thing in the war. The Grim Reaper always follows it or someone may imagine another form, but provoking the same feelings. Nadezhda just didn't want now that his husband would kill someone, especially in front of her. Maybe they right act to flee? Whether for a long while?
Two cars with task groups subordinates to Kashin speeded down the street Entuziastov to meet the fugitives. They already have learned from Batogov the number of the grey car "Volga". A few times, either one, or other of them, without succeeding to see quickly the car numbers, they turned in the opposite direction, breaking the rules and sometimes almost making a car accident, avoiding it by a miracle, but the numbers turned out wrong, also, the passengers were the wrong ones. Finally, by chance, they saw the "Volga" they needed. It was parked near the pavement. The driver was sitting, holding the steer wheel and putting his head on it. At first he was scared, then started to resent and threaten to the "objects", even he proposed his services to help to detain the persecuted persons, but they ignored him, but rushed to the station Novaya. Just an electric train left for the station Kurovskaya. The fact was reported to Skolopendrin, and he rushed running from Chukhlinka to Perovo higher. There a subordinated partner was waiting for him who had the second degree in running at medium distances.
A part of people stayed to patrol the platform, whether Albert with his wife would appear. Everyone had the photos of the "objects". They were going to check the electric trains from Moscow and to Moscow. Another part of the group returned into the cars. One car rushed to Novo-Gireevo. Kashin was in it. Another car arrived in Taganka, Batogov got into it and they went along the Ryazansky avenue, farther from the Center. Those who stayed in the cars, they were waiting impatiently the reports from the railways. If there is not a report, the only hope stayed that sooner or later the "objects" will return to any of the known addresses. And the whole trouble was that the "object-1" was completely unaware, as it seemed, and nobody was prepared for his unexpected actions. At the time of their possible fleeing, the cars which were free from the work, they were very far, so they couldn't, neither to catch the "object", nor to follow him.
Skolopendrin passed the train back and forth. He would recognize everyone who was under watching, no matter, with the dark glasses or without them. However, Albert had put on the dark glasses in Taganka only to win a second, maybe a split second. But there were not of them in the train.
-Did you check the toilets in the middle of the train, - Skolopendrin heard from the radio.
-We haven't a trihedral key with us. Zounds! We already have reached Lyubertsy.
-Along the Ryazan direction all the trains are checked now. The comrades turned out more provident than you are. They had the keys with them and have checked all the places.
Skolopendrin was a little offended, but has preferred not to be distracted.
-So, maybe I would leave this train? However, I can lend the keys from the train driver.
-Don't leave. Check everything. If they need the Kurovskaya direction, this is the only train. Regarding the next train, they would have to wait for it very long.
Skolopendrin spoke through the radio in the observation platform, sticking out the aerial into the little window without a glass. The subordinate partner who could run well, was looking at him, waiting for the next command. If he looked not at him, but aside, he would see beyond the glass of the door, which opens the space between the carriages, at first a man, then a woman, they looked at him in turn and recoiling and running through one carriage, in the next carriage they locked the door with their own trihedral key.
-We must reach the station "Platform 41 kilometer". Now, either he will be commanded "Cancellation", or they will demand to check every toilet. As you see, it is impossible to capture me, including the tunnel of the metro. I wasn't joking, telling this. Why so, I cannot say it now. I am going to hide myself and you have to be inconspicuous for a while. Join any group, for example, the tourists, a group of women, at worst, card players. If they even notice you, unlikely come up to you, just they will follow where you go. If they attempt to detain you, call for help the passengers, pull the time till a station and break a window at the station you will arrive. It would be a sign to me, however, only at the station. I just don't want to open fire in the train, especially ahead of time. If you reach the "Platform 41 kilometer", come out in the same instant when the doors are closing and run, run forward in the direction of the moving train. We have a little of time.
-What you are up to? Are you going to be hanging outside the train? You may fall down! You may be electrocuted if on the roof. This is a nightmare! Don't leave me!
-I try my best only because of you. If I am alone, I wouldn't need this train. If you ever know all the truth, you will know that I don't a mistake now. What did say to you that devil in Taganka? But we have won! Now we will win too. You have better to tell now, what have you understood. Faster, please.
-Quickly to join a group of people. If I'am attacked, to break window at any station. If all right, to come out in the "Platform 41 kilometer", when the doors are closing and to run forward.
-Smart girl! - saying this, Albert pecked her on the lips and ran along the train in opposite of Skolopendrin direction.
In a half of an hour, the train passed the "Platform 41 kilometer" with untouched windows. And in fifteen minutes else, a shot has sounded in the forest, two miles from the station.
Next chapter: http://la-flagellation.blogspot.ru/2018/02/chapter-4-never-part-2-teleportation.html
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