Lenin lives! Russian dystopia

Jaroslav Piterskiy

Lenin lives!

(Russian dystopia)

novel.


Dear Reader!

The novel "Lenin Lives!" Is not political agitation before another farce, which, in our country, some call fair elections. This is not to sneer, or the Communists, nor against the Democrats. This is just my thinking on how and why our country can end its existence in the near future!
Dear Reader
My generation, (my parents) has long asserted: "Lenin lived! Lenin lives! Lenin will live. " Rulers of the USSR, throughout its 70 years of existence, as if aware that they are assuring the people of eternity simple, even a man of genius (which is debatable!) With a beautiful Russian name Ulyanov, can deprive an entire nation normal perception of the realities of life !
Unfortunately, the way it turned out! And now some of my compatriots in the head not only Lenin was alive, but sometimes both Stalin and Hitler, and other historical characters who, no good, no human mind, or did not bring all of humanity!
Dear Reader What if Lenin is really alive?! And it's just terrible and senseless experiment (which continues to this day) with an attempt to make himself immortal man?
I think we all need to be a little careful with the eternity! After an eternity, may be terrible punishment!

Regards
Jaroslav Piterskiy



Lenin lives!


All names are fictitious, matches are possible only by chance, and the author is not responsible.


The fear of death is based on the horror
 front end processes
 at the time of his death.
Horror unknown and uncertain.
Doubts about immortality.
Grief when leaving your favorite
 and because of the fact that you leave ....
  Alice A Bailey


Maybe he's dead ... but to be sure this does not allow the last hope, and who can say that there is a feature called the boundary of life and death. What does this line? One way or another, but he felt that he was the first who got in the middle of the border, like on a check strips there, and he goes through it, and along it, without crossing ... OH, the Columbus in the measurements of the human mind, go at random, the soft clouds boundaries of life and death ... it was a country ... dreamland ... consciousness.



"And they believed that to build a paradise on earth ....
And they built this paradise ...
 But to live in paradise nobody wanted
because they were still alive ...
But, the paradise is different from hell - they did not know ... "
W. Lorient

The end of the twentieth century. June.

 
Newspaper photographer Kirill Lucinschi opened the window.
That day was a terrible heat. City, as has always suffered from an abundance of poplar fluff that accumulate in great heaps, more like snowdrifts. Children in the yard dabbled with matches. White masses flashed like gunpowder, distorting reality pseudo snow. Swept through the yard howling fire engine. He was like a cat howling March.
Month ago by Lucinschi wife left him, preferring it to the driver from the local police department. But Kirill on this is not particularly worried. He had three mistresses, so I
after the departure of his wife, one of them - an unmarried Light, he settled in his apartment. Although, frankly, to live like Cyril with Kate, but she was married to actor Urban Drama, who was constantly on the road. And ironically, he played the role of the deceived husbands and bad lovers. But divorce from her play actors, Katerina did not.
Lucinschi sat on the windowsill and looked shabby in the time frame of the window. Today he had a fever, so the mood was bad. Sick in the heat was just agony. Kirill to work did not go, call the editor and explained the situation. He let him go for a couple of days.
After jumping from the window sill and flopping down on the couch, which creaked a broken spring, Cyril distatsionkoy turned on the TV. One of the channels showed a militant. After some time, the film broke advertising, Cyril, was about to switch to another program, when I saw the promo video of the new "super healing" balm from Tibet. On screen soft cooing female voice stated that this drug, flu can be treated in an hour.
Lucinschi certainly did not believe advertising, because he was himself, though not a journalist, but worked as a photographer in the paper and all the details behind the scenes of the journalistic craft, he knew, but at this point, it seemed mesmerized. Pershai throat and pushed temperatures Kirill is not characteristic of him to do. He jumped up from the couch and ran to the desk, wrote down the phone number and address of the firm. Title advertised balm was strange. Consonance words:
"Revenant Inter"
(Latin for «Interim» - yet. Workaround or agreement)
not cause Luchinskogo anyone trust. But, nevertheless, not understanding why he became interested in the products we offer compulsively.
In advertising the characteristics of "miracle balm" said that he treats all diseases, but, as such as influenza, for wonder drug, just a trifle. And to the "magic" of products offered guarantee stamp that will allow the buyer in case of recurrence of the disease, within six months, to get back the money spent, and even the provision of a medical certificate - the "average salary for the period of your disability."
One word wonders, and more!
Stuffy June night, was restless and did not want to end. Lucinschi could not even fall asleep. By evening the temperature rose again, that Cyril was not shot down.
He drank a handful of different pills, but they are not what the proper result was not given. In the throat, as if someone had stuck a sandpaper tormented cough and snot smeared Cyril huge cloth specially isolated from an old sheet, because all the handkerchiefs were already in use.
 Luchinsky so bad there was no longer the last fifteen years of his thirty-five. In general, in the morning, Cyril firmly decided for myself to check properties advertised on TV "miracle balm" on his body.
 Outside, though it was still early, again flock heat. It was apparently under thirty degrees. The air was dead calm, the wind seemed to have forgotten that the refresh stuffy concrete city - it is his duty. Damn poplar down felt like a king in these conditions, as if mocking, he attacked the townspeople nostrils, causing sneezing and wince. Passers as boiled trailed by sweltering streets. Moreover, almost all dreaming of rain, which could deal with the scourge of white poplar and refresh the city.
House, where, according to the address located company sells "miracle balm" was not far from home Lucinschi. But still, Cyril decided not to go on foot and by bus. The people at the bus stop was not much. Potential passengers were hiding in the trees. Fortunately waiting minibus did not take long. Within minutes, purring and postrelivaya, rode an old keyway.
Zaprygnuv the salon, Cyril got a free seat. Breathing is not possible, the sweat rolling barrage, and although open all vents, fresh air to passengers virtually marinated reported. Lucinschi realized that if we do not receive a portion of the normal, breathable oxygen, to faint. In the eyes of quite dark, breath stolen. Did not get a stop to the address that housed the company selling balm, Cyril jumped out of the bus, hoping to walk a little walk and get rid of the spasms of choking.
 Not far from the bus stop in the shade of the trees, was a small park with a few benches. On one of them and sat Lucinschi, cautiously looking around to "drift" poplar fluff. He, like a living creature, swayed by the slightest breeze.
"Just do not grind, then do more and start sneezing ... Lord," - thought Lucinschi.
 After a few minutes, he suddenly felt a little better. Rubbing the hundredth time sweaty forehead, Cyril wanted to get up and go, but at this time, by his side, plopped down on the bench is not clear from the old woman who has taken. Grandmother, seemingly pulled a hundred years, and the old woman, in spite of the heat, was dressed all in black. She borer Lucinschi deeply sunken brown eyes. Cyril jumped in surprise and looked away from the arbitrary dry wrinkled face. He felt a little uncomfortable.
"What kind of Bulgakov's characters?" - Thought Cyril.
Suddenly the old woman spoke. Her voice was nice and low:
- What is bad catch flu in early summer? Actually, you're wrong! You had the flu. You have a disease of time. Its name benthal! (Bental - Lat. Deep). But, you got it right. And you want to do everything right! - Cyril did not believe that the old woman is said to him, so hesitantly asked:
- Excuse me, are you me?
- You, who else would? Or is there someone else?
- Hmm ... no, but ... - Lucinschi was in total disbelief.
Where the old woman could not know about it the flu?
But that is not paying attention to the embarrassment of the journalist, continued:
- You're going to buy medicine? Balsam "Intrerim Revenant", right?
- Yes, but how? Lord, What nonsense! The Master and Margarita in the new edition right!
But the old woman, was not paying attention to him murmur:
- No, it's okay, you're right it's up to, he'll help you, but it will help with your illness ... something benthal's not joking! I just did not drink once a large dose not drink. Here's a balm leaves Sakura. This is a special Sakura special! Add it to the balm to give the desired result - with these words the old woman handed Cyril blue bag.
Lucinschi as hypnosis, he took it, thus, having seen a big fat massive crutch. Staff stood by the old woman. Cyril again glanced at the stranger and suddenly horrified eyes were on her now blue. The old woman smiled slyly. Lucinschi, looked at the bag given to him, he asked:
- Excuse me, but how do you know that I have a pain ... - but Cyril did not finish the question.
 Next to him was empty.
 "Nonsense ... nonsense .... Here is pressed! Phew! "- Lucinschi relieved that it's all imagined how suddenly it came back to reality.
In his hands, he held the little blue bag.


***
    

Office selling "beyond Interimom" was on the first floor of a house. Rather it was a normal apartment, probably to rent and converted into commercial establishments. The company, which sells a mysterious healing balm called pathetic, "Roof of the World"
"As much as I myself have not broken the roof" - thought Lucinschi, going to the office.
There he met a busty blonde wearing a white coat. In fact, a girl in a dress was more like not to be a nurse, and the porn star of the movie about lewd hospital. It is understood Cyril, was a consultant and seller in one. The room was in the middle of the counter, pasted white plastic. Near the wall a few cupboards, behind the glass are considered Lucinschi butylki and jars with various ointments and medicines.
- It's about the balm ... - timidly said Lucinschi.
Sex babe smiled thick bright red lipstick and showed pearly teeth, affably asked:
- And how much money do you have?
Cyril was confused. He loses every time to ask him about the money, but rather his existing cash.
- Yes, I have all seventy rubles ...
- Excellent! That's enough! - Gorgeous smiled again, making it clear that the money should be transferred to her.
Lucinschi, fumbling in his pockets stuffed how bills. Blonde without looking, threw them into the cash drawer and handed butylek.
- You need to go into the next room to make a guarantee - the girl murmured.
Going into the next room, Cyril saw a desk piled high with papers, at which sat a huge fan of substituting face, little puny little man with slanted eyes and yellow skin. Seeing Lucinschi, he started and by depicting the Asian face kind of radiant smile, rushed towards Cyril with obviously fake hospitality.
- Oh-oh-oh! Dear Friend - Baring yellow, like his face, teeth, piped master cabinet.
Grabbing Cyril's hand, he began to shake her, as if trying to straighten the finger joints.
Cyril involuntarily tensed.
- I am pleased to welcome you - regardless of the embarrassment Luchinskogo muttered Asian. - You are our first customer in this glorious city ... Uh-uh ... I am the president of the ... uh-uh ... sir ... Pak Pak .... So call me. We are already trading in your country ... uh-uh. It's been five years ... five! While ... uh-uh ... no complaints! We are the exclusive supplier of this great balm! Oh ... otherworldly interim ... oh-oh-oh ... this is a great remedy for diseases! If you want ... please ... I'll give you an international certificate! We distribute our balm in countries such as the United States ... ... Canada ... Belgium ... Egypt! And, here's Russia! Oh-oh-oh! I'm glad! We are happy to oblige! - Quickly chatted little man.
He did not give his recitative Luchinsky insert a single word. Cyril frowned. His head buzzed with renewed vigor.
- Oh-oh-oh, I see you feel bad! I will not let us keep you. Now decorated in a flash all the papers!
- Yes, please, please - Cyril said quietly.
Mr Pak narrowed the already narrow eyes, nodded and rushed to the table.
- What we write a guarantee? - He asked, digging into forms.
- From the flu from a strong flu.
- Well, of influenza, flu ... uh-uh ... - a small, yellow, pen, plant for paper, painting doodle. - I honestly thought ... oh-oh-oh ... uh-uh ... can from what the more serious ...
Asian muttered, not looking at Lucinschi. Cyril smiled wearily and said:
- And what, causing serious can you?
- Well, let's ... uh-uh ... from cirrhosis of the liver. Or cancer, for example.
- What? Your balm that any way to treat cancer? - Could not believe Kirill.
- Sure ...
- You want to say ... that problem which doctors are fighting all the countries addressed by your company? - Asked Lucinschi with skepticism in his voice.
Mr. Park suddenly stopped writing and looked at something evil Lucinschi:
- You are what you do not believe it? Think that it is just an advertising thing?
Cyril, a little embarrassed, and paper jams said:
- Honestly, though cancer. Not too right?
- What do you mean?! You, what do think we are charlatans?
- No, no. I would not have come, - was justified Cyril.
"The devil possessed me to blurt out about the cancer" - the evil he thought.
- No, I see that you are not sincere in their words! - Screamed Pak.
Moreover, the phrase sounded somehow biblical.
- No, no! I did not mean to hurt you believe me!
- No way! Now I will prove to you that all true! It is true! - Do not let up Asian. - I'll show you now, this document Tibetan healers! Him two thousand years!
"But this is too much!" - Thought Cyril, but said nothing.
And Puck, meanwhile, gave up writing, jumped the wall, which, as it turned out, was installed barely noticeable safe. Taking the key, Pak withdrew from it a bundle. Carefully, as if he held his baby Cyril.
- Look, look! This document two thousand years!
Cyril turned thick yellow-gray parchment and faint. Judging by the sensation of fingers, it was some unusual soft leather, with a very characteristic sickly bitter odor. By type, the thing was really old. Small, not clear font, were written some words, which naturally could not make out Kirill, but some do not understand the feelings of courage came from the subject. Lucinschi just could not take my eyes from the parchment.
- You see! Now, believe me! - Pathetically asked Pak.
- Now I believe what is written here? - Cyril asked timidly.
- I'll give you the translation into Russian! Just read it here! - Assured Pak.
"The devil! It is necessary to remove this photo essay! Right on the front page! If the lead reporter to tell about it, so do a mini-sensation citywide have turned out! This premium, or even leave! "- Thought Cyril.
Asian meanwhile took from Cyril parchment and quickly put it back in the safe. Lucinschi felt at the tip of the fingers remained pollen, like the wings of a butterfly.
- I understand. But now you can see that not all marketers liars! - Park again, as if nothing had happened, smiling, lectured Luchinsky different paper. - This is a translation. Read! But you can not stand! This commandment in our company!
Lucinschi sighed, nodded his head and looked at the paper and began to read:
"Think about the doctrine of separation!
It includes all the vital processes and reports eternally beautiful mystery of death, which is the life!
A treatise on the seven rays.
 Spread all over the forces of death today, but it is death of freedom!
 The death of free speech! The death of free human action!
The death of truth and higher spiritual values! They are a vital factor of humanity!
The death of the physical form can be compared to life today neglect!
This factor is easy to fix today due to the process of rebirth and justice! Providing a new favorable opportunity!
 The destruction of form in the battle is of little value to those who know that reincarnation is a basic law of nature, and that there is no death! "

Strange text, as the spell, unwittingly made its way into the consciousness Lucinschi. Cyril, suddenly felt that once it has heard. H, there is this sense of the past. Lucinschi with surprise looked up from the paper.
He stared at Pak. He held out a form with a guarantee. Asian newly smiled tightly, thrusting yellow and crooked teeth, and asked:
- Well, what? Like it?
- In general, yes, unusual, - Cyril, I re-read the text, but Pak snatched it and lectured warranty card.
- Nah, I said once, all those are the rules, keep your warranty.
- Is it possible to rewrite the text? - Cyril asked timidly.
- No! You can see not read it! No! All written in the same place it was! - Pak said it with a little irritation.
- But, as I give you my word. This no one will know! - Tried to persuade him to Cyril.
- Yes, you know that? Do not understand? Do not understand? I told you! You can not! Keep the warranty card! I hope you do not have to! - Even more sharply said Pak.
His face suddenly changed again and became angry.
- I could, I would, as a legitimate user to read! You have no right to refuse me! - Tried to have his own Lucinschi.
Leer like a laser slashed face Cyril:
- In our contract it is not, do not have this service, if not satisfied with something, let's back balm and goodbye! - Absolutely evil Pak said.
"That bastard! Beast! And such a picture story would get "- thought Lucinschi and said aloud:
- No, no, I'm joking.
Pak again instantly changed. Frog smile spread across the yellow skin.
- Oh, so these Russian pranksters! Sign the card.
Kirill signed a piece of paper. Puck nodded and laughed sarcastically:
- That's it! Congratulations! You do it! Goodbye! - Cyril and showed the output.
"That's a goat! How to blow the can! Professional! Do not say anything! "- Thought Cyril and headed for the door.
Already on the move, he heard Puck said quietly
- By the way, pictures still would not work ...
Cyril even faint. He stopped dead in his tracks.
- What did you say?
- Oh, nothing, good-bye, he-he - and Puck smiled again.
- You seem to now about the pictures, say something!
- No! What are you! You heard it! Most importantly, do not take a large dose once it's dangerous! But not for health, for your mind!
Kirill said nothing and left the office. "Sex Bomb" in a robe again he smiled Duty vulgar bloody blot lipstick. Lucinschi chuckled and left the office "Roof of the World."
Home, he was a light step, and foot. Though throat ache a little, but not that much. Snot, turned into a kind of epoxy, concreted nose. So had his mouth to breathe, but Cyril did not care. His mood, somehow improved and added to the body of energy.
"What nonsense! Maybe true, miracles still occur "- thought Lucinschi.
Not much to himself, he got home. Below the first floor is a supermarket and Cyril went there to buy mineral water. By purchasing a large bottle of water gas, and he bought a small two hundred and fifty gram of cognac "White Stork", just in case. A few minutes later, he opened his apartment. Somewhere in the basement of the cat meowed loudly.
"These are the times ... cats bred" thought Cyril, slamming the door.
Entering the apartment, Luchinsky suddenly wanted to immediately take a bath. Body seems to require life-giving water.
"Here, an infection, you can not, you know!" - Thought Cyril, opening the taps.
A few minutes later, he still swam in the cool water and like a dandy, smoking a cigarette. But, after the water treatment, health again deteriorated. Headache and, again ache in her temples. Cyril frowned and lay down on the couch in his underwear. Did not want to move. He felt on the floor of the TV remote, he clicked the button. Reverberated around the room sound of a stupid conversation from another Hispanic infinite series.
Cyril was almost asleep, was startled by his phone ringing. Nasty e trill aggressively swept through the room.
 "Who else? Who do I need? Only not Katia "- thought Lucinschi.
He picked it up. At the end of the line was not Kate. It was his ex-wife Vicky, who issued a long boring place to air phone network.
- Hello! Cyril, it's me. Are you still mad at me? In vain, to blame! Himself! No one! Did not have to act like that! - Vick took to read another boring morality of the rules of marital behavior.
Cyril tired already in the second sentence, so he just put the phone down and went to the kitchen.
"Let potrepitsya herself, though, the language is in it, though the straw cosine" - he thought.
On the table stood a lonely bottle of balm.
"So much time on it and forget it! We must swallow! Can let go? "- Thought Lucinschi.
Taking a glass from the cupboard, Cyril balm poured out into it. Thickish, brown liquid flowed evenly. Lucinschi, was about to drink it all in one gulp, as he remembered the old woman in the square.
"Holy stick bag ... because there is a ..."
After going with a glass in the room, past the lonely lying on the floor of the handset, from which all the former voice squeaked half, Cyril pulled out of his pants little blue bag. Tearing it, he sniffed the contents, but failed to identify the smell. Snot nose was blocked.
"Oh, was not" - he thought Cyril and poured the powder into a glass of balm.
There all hissed and frothed. Gone, some chemical reaction. Cyril decided to wait and put the glass on the floor, next to the tube.
 "Hisses like that viper ..." - fun, he thought, and took the phone.
- Hello Cyril, are you listening? Hello!
- Yes, yes, I'm listening ...
- So what? I will come and take away the remaining items? Good?
- Listen Vic! Fuck you on .... with their belongings, the driver, his mother! Come and take away our things! And to thy spirit was no more! Do not call me anymore! Get out of my life once and for all! - Quietly but firmly said Lucinschi.
At the end of the line apparently stupefied. There was silence. Victoria took a few seconds, that would digest the information. But still, she recovered and re zakarkala midrange phone speaker:
- Hello, why are you so? Okay, I've wanted to give up your friends! But since you do not want to, well, I'll come tomorrow! Whether at home! Pi ... pi ... pi ... - just suddenly broke voice, like there was this call.
Cyril sighed and put the phone into the socket. Glass with balsam calmed down and stopped publishing spikes and squeaks.
"Brew mix ..." - Cyril thoughtfully took a glass container, vzboltnuv and drank it.
The first moments of it, not what he felt. The liquid was almost tasteless. Cyril smiled and lay down on the sofa.
 "You bastard! Korean cheated all the same! All the money, that's a fool! "- He thought.
But a second later, his head slightly dizzy. Pleasant languor exodus from somewhere inside the body. The eyes are not randomly started to stick together. Cyril felt not led him to feelings of weakness and a confident calmness. All are very much like intoxication from cannabis, which often had Luchinsky smoke while passing military service in Central Asia.
 Suddenly, as if from a fog cloud floated image old woman gave him a packet of powder. But Grandma did not look angry, but rather was more like an elderly teacher.
Her eyes looked slyly at Cyril ...
- Not much. I was not talking much. Sakura, a high dose is dangerous - she whispered the old witch.
Following the Korean grandmother appeared.
Puck laughed and for some reason, winked Cyril:
- A little balm, a little bit, and you?
Blue clouds and perfect pink sky .... And the land is not visible, just a flight. Flight of the mind. The lack of support. The body is like a hanging in the weightless space gradually, environmental consciousness - it was getting dark. On a black background, eclipsed star. The bright lights of their rays merged in longitudinal lines. Staff appeared, just a staff, the very old women from the bench, out of the park. But the pen, in the form of a dragon's head, suddenly stirred and began to bend.
Benthal, the movement of the time ...
"You have chosen, elected ..." - his voice sounded.
 Echo sounding, smooth transition to soft music ...
"Where, where is my body?" - Was the last time to think Cyril Lucinschi.
After that, he hung up.



Once upon a time ... completely in the near ... future. Russia. June.



Head of State diagnostic center named Constantine Toporyzhkina - Michael Alfredovich Schupp was upset. Internal discomfort and a dismal state did not leave the body of sixty men. Short and awkward Schupp, like many men of his age, had a bald spot in the middle of a solid gray hair, which occupies three-quarters of the skull. Thick, slightly upturned nose as potatoes, always shuddered when Michael Alfredovich spoke words that had a lot of consonants.
 Although career and lifestyle Schuppa were pretty decent, Michael Alfredovich, reason has always been something not happy in life. But perhaps the chief doctor of the solid state institutions, a diagnostic center, and it was decided to be eternally dissatisfied. The first time after receiving this high office Schupp felt pretty important person, but gradually it went, and in the prism of gray, standard, similar to one another, everyday, Schupp began to realize that after all not lived life as he would wanted.
But, to show their dissatisfaction with life Schuppu by definition was not. At its center were treated and examined very solid and powerful people of the state and the city. All of them require a lot of attention and care as a servile lackey servitude, flattery and wacky sayings complement to them.
 Michael Alfredovich coped quite well with the role. But along with this, he understood that less is a doctor (who was by vocation and diploma), and becoming more and more common medical administrator usual rusty shurupchikom rotten system in the state bureaucracy.
 But swim upstream Schupp did not. He was even happy with many things in life. For example, spetspayki, special bonuses, additional cards to visit the special party shops and small, frequent offerings of patients, in the form of scarce goods (shirts, pants, candy brandy) at work.
 Although, of course, to take such gifts was dangerous at any moment could appear brave guys from the Committee of the Party and the State control and accounting act, to write off his career, and possibly freedom Schuppa the dustbin of history. Schupp did not like authority. He despised her as strange, insidious beast and especially hated politics. Moreover, the remaining "party" Michael Alfredovich, trying not to interfere in any public affairs and processes.
 But lately Schuppa appeared another problem. "Special patient" in a secret chamber closed case of national security medical center. This man and unseen hardships Schuppa.


***
 

It was nasty, the June heat ... NNN year. Jubilee year reign eighty wise and visionary Supreme Governor of the People's Federal Republic, comrade Radiant, was marked a huge abundance of poplar fluff, advanced labor victories field workers and factories, the next reform of the Party and the State Planning Commission, as well as decades of additional holiday sales of scarce goods. The people of the republic was convinced that much this year, will be a turning point in the protracted crisis of food shortages.


 Michael Alfredovich sat in his study and analyzed the new received special medical history of patients. Creaky old fan, straining, trying to somehow refresh the stuffy room space. Its blade is heaving puny wave stifling air that fluttered curtains schuppovskogo cabinet.
 Over night in the Center of Toporyzhkina, received two party officials overseeing public transportation in the People's Republic. Schupp immediately realized that the next check people's control has been in the ministry, so the party bosses and formed at its center, which would have to wait until the auditors finished checking their office.
Leafing through the medical history, Schupp clearly understood that these two burly Party "Bull" decided to give himself a little break in the form of vitamins and taking scarce fleeting romances with the medical staff of the medical center.
Wool is subordinated to the organization of public transport, it was for nothing. Schupp, as they say, knew this from personal experience. Michael Alfredovich had a personal car (it is not, it was a luxury in a country). Also, the bulk of the population, Schupp went to work at the usual city buses.

Just today, the chief doctor witnessed nasty scenes played out in the route "animal transport" - as he called Schupp urban transport. Prehistoric rusty wreck called when that lyase (what was the name, and no one knew for sure), made in the last century, creaking and rumbling, drove hundreds of residents to places of their "labor victories." The people in the cabin was a lot. On the rear platform passengers literally hanging on each other, methodically poprygivaya potholes on the road.
Ride in the bus was just basically dangerous, but as an alternative to get to the workplace was not, had to endure these horrible inconvenience. At the next pothole, bulky and voluminous passenger weighing hundredweight, suddenly, gritting collapsed - in the formed in the floor of the back of the site, a hole. Rotten rusty metal broke its weight. But, fortunately, the woman fell, only to the waist. Her feet were on the pavement, and fat body remained in the bus.
The failed Madame wildly screamed and grabbed hold of the projections in the floor. Two huge bags of groceries, fell at the feet of the rest of the passengers. Aunt, fearing that it would delay all under the bus, with the nightmare watched as human feet, surrounding the head, trampling luggage. With the second of her lower body work harder. She had to sprint speed run on the way to balance. Saved that bus drove slowly, maybe fifteen kilometers per hour (faster, he just could not go).
Suddenly, in the cabin began to inflame passions. But the experience of passengers were not associated with the failed rescue of his neighbor. Two young men made a bet on a couple of dozen. One loudly claimed that fat aunt did not run so far to the next stop, the other opposed him, and offering to others even bet that aunt whisk.
Gaming excitement even infected some of the passengers, and they succumbed to the insolent provocation. Someone stuffed the money. Watching this nightmarish scene, Schupp was horrified.
 "My God, what have we come, and the new era of love and justice? What cynicism! "- Thought the chief doctor.
Meanwhile, breath failed, but stubbornly traveling aunt, quickened to a critical level, her face flushed, her eyes completely rolled back, his mouth was about to pour foam. But her luck next stop of the ball close. And here there was a nightmare. One of the wranglers started yelling that the driver would not stop, and went on without stopping, the driver promised 10% of the transaction amount. With the bulk of the people in the cabin supported insolent, the rest of the passengers stood by, grinning for the tragedy.
 Michael Alfredovich tolerate such could not, moreover, that the stop, which already has a driver would have driven him. Schupp sharply bent over the poor woman and fat helped her climb into the bus. In a stuffy cabin swept cry of frustration.
A couple of wranglers threw on Michael Alfredovich threatening looks, scorching him with a sharp alcoholic fumes.
The bus stopped and Schupp hardly got out on the street. Corner of his eye he noticed that bullies behind him. Michael Alfredovich stride. Going coming through the old park on the outskirts of which was located Medical Center. Toporyzhkina.
Schupp hurriedly went through his short legs, feeling the back of his head by two evil eyes pursuers. Until medical center were already a few meters, when suddenly out of the bushes fluttered two shadows. Michael Alfredovich stopped in confusion. Before him stood the very same bus men, angrily flashing, bleary from drinking, eyes.
- Well, dad, defender of justice? Where such a hurry for? - Grimly said the one who was taller.
Schupp drew back in alarm. An elderly doctor from childhood fear of physical force, so any direct threat to type it in a panic. Second bully who was small and stocky slowly approached Michael Alfredovich. Schupp fusel again smelled of alcohol.
- You Th as cancer pyatishsya? A?! - He asked.
Apparently trying to be quiet, Michael Alfredovich hardly managed a something similar to the outrage:
- What do you want from me?
- Hey Uncle, what the fuck you got? Why do we all wrong? Just think, fat woman, ran a couple more stops! We would at least for a sober working! - Again heard the voice of a high.
Schupp stared at the man and said:
- Young people, do not you pity the poor? She's somebody's mother and wife, and if she had picked up the heart?
- You Th us here on compassionate, blizzard metesh?! - Yelled chunky. - You think you for saving it, a kind word to remember! Yes if you had failed, it would be the first in your grandmother would place! Got it! First things first! - And chunky, nasty hoarse laughter erupted.
- In general, so, if you are fair, compensate, give us a loss! - Summed up the conversation high.
- Yes! And something we hoses burn! - Echoed shorty.
Michael Alfredovich deep breath, but did not dare to argue and got into trouser pocket for his wallet. Taking a couple of hundred of his wallet, he handed offenders. Tall, walked slowly and took the money, said:
- Listen to the old man. You have lived up to gray hairs, and I'll never amassed. You do not go in this country, in public showdown! Will be a more expensive! Frankly, I'm in the shower I understand, but really you in this life, at least you will not see it, I'm telling you ...
Bully, said this with some sincere regret. Schupp suddenly saw a moment in his eyes sad.
"Lord, what are we going?" - Thought the doctor and juicy spit on the asphalt alleys, trudged to work.


***
      

State Diagnostic Medical Center Bone Toporyzhkina, presented himself, the huge gray building height of twelve floors. It was a fairly modern building, and from the rest of the standard five-story building built in peeling the mid-twentieth century. But not only the appearance of solidity to add this medical enterprise. Importantly, the center was the secret base of the treatment and the experiments for senior officials. To do this, here there was a closed case with the secret chambers.
Schupp chief doctor, the usual approach to the center, admired him. But this time, after the incident in the park Michael Alfredovich quite sour and did not look at your favorite hospital, and bullies only exacerbated the internal alarm doctor. A major cause of illness, was damn special patient of a secret box.
When he arrived at the hospital, no one remembered, at least, for his sixty-year life Schupp, (as he thought) knew him forever.
The aura of secrecy over this man was so strong that the very small circle of employees knew of its existence. Lay a secret subject in a separate secret chamber. The diagnosis of the mysterious patient was not known modern medicine. In appearance it was the usual lethargy, but a careful examination held for the past thirty years, this is not confirmed. Were just like external symptoms, the development of an organism under investigation object, went a little bit different, is not known to science laws. He had virtually no aging of cells and energy expenditure, although the body and consume oxygen. Amazing! But he did not grow hair: no color, no face. Did not grow, neither beard nor mustache, did not grow nails. There was evidence of that. that the body is like a mothballed someone and save their internal resources! What's wrong with this man do not even know the most light and outstanding minds of Medicine of the People's Federal Republic. Patient kept secret somehow, by tradition, like the mummy of Egyptian Pharaoh. But it could not last forever, and all felt a mysterious patient lies a state secret.
Frankly, Schupp have never expected that he would have something fundamentally addressed to retirement sekretnikom the Mikhail Alfredovich.
"Let this living dead really beats my shift" - reasoned Schupp.
Sleeping sleeping man unknown to science, was about thirty-five years old. No specific abnormalities in the development of his body was not observed. Normal living body of the common man. Spec. the patient was given a secret letter "098." So they called him Dr. toporyzhenskogo center, all the secret reports sent, for some reason, to Moscow. Once a month a 098-ICDO take readings of the brain and lungs.
 Heart is controlled by the sensor is open around the clock, and reports on his life lay on a table Schuppu every morning. Why is it necessary to do, he did not know Schupp, but followed all the secret instructions related to "098."


***
       

 And today, as always, after viewing the medical histories of the party special clients, Schupp pressing the selector, and asked the Secretary-daily report on 098. Secretary-adviser and the first assistant at Michael Alfredovich working young woman, twenty-five Elizabeth Palkina, beauty with gorgeous breasts, long legs and blue eyes. But Lisa was not at cabinet fool, like most girls of her kind, and consists of a fairly educated and erudite person, with serious life views and perspectives for the future. That's what it took to himself and Schupp. Moreover, under existing morals, keep such a beauty, is prohibited. The guide always believed that usually these girls, mainly used for bedding comfort. But Michael Alfredovich insisted before the ministry of health, and there for special services Schuppa made an exception. And, in fact, Michael Alfredovich took Liza Palkin, not for his own bed. He arranged for her by myself with long-term view. After all, usually tall and sexy beauty greatly affects the male psyche, and concerned individuals have sex on this ground is not fixable often commit mistakes. "Special" patients Schuppa almost everything as one, were oversexed, and Lisa could help Michael Alfredovichu to achieve certain goals. Lustful chiefs, party functionaries and officials of ministries, absolutely caught in the insidious network Palkina apart. But here we must note that never spetsromany Lisa to bed is not an argument, cutting them off at the most interesting, and Schupp never asked her to have sex with a special contingent. Both understood each other perfectly. Probe knew to him, and Palkina knew to her. And most importantly, what their goals are the same.
With a biography of Elizabeth Palkina was also fine, but it is the main pledge in career growth. Before you take a girl to work, checked it several times through the Federal Ministry of Security, popularly referred to as Fimoba (a derivative of the EF-em-Be). This agency, then the ancient and legendary Cheka, NKVD, KGB and FSB zealously observed the traditions of their political ancestors. But there were no flaws in the biography Palkina fimobovtsy not found. She also went to Lisa for this post, because I knew, it is possible to make racing in Moscow, she said to herself - "The main thing is not only to inflate its value, and it does not become a whore slobbering Tolstorozhev men with a huge resource of power"
At twenty-five, Lisa graduated with honors: State Medical Institute and was assigned to the academy with two years of working out and has been eighteen months, regularly acted as adviser to the Secretary-Michael Alfredovich Schuppa. The latter, to dedicate it to all the mystery, seeing the girl's great future and its secure old age.


Lisa heard the call boss, went to his office. On the girl's face beamed a smile. Schupp little surprised good humor assistant and looked at her.
- Good morning Michael Alfredovich!
- Hmm, good morning Lizok! Did something happen? - He asked.
Usually Palkina was kept on emotion.
- What to say - she replied cryptically.
Schupp put paper and sat back on his face depicting attention.
- Maybe you were offered to get married? But it's time! It's time! - Old doctor smiled.
- Joke? - Still smiling, she parried the question.
- What a happy time? By the way, saw two bulls sent again! You do it, girl, decreed that they would have had all the rules. But at the same time not spoil .... These gentlemen ... I rozham to see wild and greyhounds .... Look to the girls nurses with that ... not spinning there in - mind you! I do not need additional problems!
- Yes, I see ... I have to put them under control. People, services, reliable ... I think more candy and kisses on the neck, does not go down.
- Well, well ..... and yet, see ... so what are smiling? Answer!
Lisa suddenly became more serious, and sat down on a chair near the desk chief. Michael Alfredovich stiffened. Usually this is done when something important happens. Palkina seeing Schuppa concern, did not pull.
- Michael Alfredovich, and that you now have the first thing about zero ninety-eight was not asked? Usually in the first place.
Schupp stopped, but said nothing.
- Maybe today is not really a typical day? A friend Schupp? - Lisa again smiled slyly.
Michael Alfredovich fidgeted in his chair and asked.
- And that zero ninety-eight, what will happen to him? What is it? I do not think that the situation would fundamentally change over night.
Lisa once again smiled and uttered the phrase from which Schuppu was cold, despite the heat of the:
- Zero ninety-eighth came rather open your eyes! True, yet said nothing, not a word, but his eyes opened!
In the first moments of Michael Alfredovich even become ill. The girl saw it, scared, ran to the closet and pulled out a bottle of mineral water, poured a glass and handed it Schuppu. He drank his large gulps and breath, said:
- Go on, go on, tell me the details!
- In general, today at six sensors recorded the work of his brain, a slight rise in blood pressure up to a hundred and thirty, fever up to thirty-seven. Second, the opening of the eyes and wiggling the fingers of his right hand and left leg. He began to think about! Michael began to think Alfredovich! Perhaps this sample memories!
Schupp excited drummed his fingers on the table and said:
- Thank you girl! I knew it! I knew it! Damn! Today, this woman saved. Those bastards attacked me! Unusual day! As I just did not think!
Lisa listened to the chatter, and nothing does not understand - "What are the scum? What woman? "But, nevertheless, she smiled.
A Schupp continued:
- Lisa! No one from that moment no information! No one! Do you understand?! Even the most senior patients and officials! No one! Urgently to place the protection of the third body! And give the command, so all morning shift duty at zero ninety-eight was delayed! Nobody home not let go! - Schupp said it anxiously. Involuntary smile slipped from his face Palkina.
- It is clear, of course Michael Alfredovich, do not worry so much, all done!
Schupp, jumped up from his chair and rushed to the door, throwing Lisa on the move:
- I am in the third building ... to the Ninety-eighth .... Wish us luck Lizok! Palkina looked him in the trail and realized that now can begin the real zavarushka, and it should not pass.


***


After the complete darkness that enveloped all consciousness and seemed to cover every cell of the brain, Cyril, he saw the glow. Light gradually grew brighter and brighter. But it was vague, and he could not make out. Just abstract shapes and silent. Complete silence. Cyril tried to move his hands, but he could not, the muscles would not obey the commands of the brain. Straining memory Lucinschi remembered what happened to him. Image of an old woman came up in a black and a strange stick. Grandma, why then to smile and said nothing. Her wrinkled face was somehow at peace. The old woman came up, as if on computer screen image of Mr. Puck. Asian stared somewhere by Cyril. For Korean appeared before my eyes a glass of balm. Foam reared above the edges, but not hissing.
"I think I was poisoned by this swill! Probably was in intensive care "- flashed a thought.
Abstract spots of lights suddenly began to take crisp and clear. As if the fog Cyril saw beside her female figure in all white. Someone took him by the hand and gently stroked. Cyril stiffened and tried to consider the person. Sweet girlish face with brown hair and blue eyes.
 "And that's a nurse, just got in toxicology. I wonder who called an ambulance? Who saved me? '.
Girl holding the hand Luchinskogo lowered it carefully on the bed.
"Nothing, nothing pulls through!".
Suddenly, he felt a slight prick in the arm. After a few seconds, I wanted to sleep. His eyelids were heavy and nalivshis lead forcibly closed their eyes. Lucinschi again disconnected.


***


Michael went to the hardware Alfredovich spetspalaty third secret body, and without greeting the medical staff asked sternly:
- Well, as a zero ninety-eight? To report in detail! Where the change of shift? Here it too! Quickly!
A nurse and a young doctor looked at each other, jumped up from their seats and scurried around the equipment. In the white twinkle lights parallepipidah devices and sensors squeaked. From the narrow gap copier crawled some graphics.
Schupp nervously pacing the room. A few minutes later came into the room, another nurse and a young woman doctor. Schupp carefully circling all look, a gesture invited to sit on the empty chair, then quietly said sternly.
- Comrades Today, as you all now know is a special day! We can say a special duty, special change! Perhaps, even in those moments you do not fancy a full historicity of the situation, but it will come to you later, I assure you! Well, for starters, I want to congratulate all of you and thank you for the work done, for their diligence and patience! What you have done is great, I repeat, it is very important to our state! Now, I think the party and the government are appreciated your contribution to the state-an important matter! - Subordinated fascinated listening pompous speech boss. - But, for the congratulations I have to remind you and warn about the other side of this experiment. All of you, before you cross the threshold of this laboratory, gave a subscription of not distributing any information to anyone! I repeat, no one! Even friends and family, even my father with my mother! On the secrecy of this information depends on the security of the country! Yes, yes, national security! Only here it depends. That's, I can not tell you, it's another form of admission! - Schupp interrupted his speech and the out-and-out again carefully looked all eyes.
The harshness in his eyes confirmed the seriousness of what was said. There was silence. Pause interrupted the young doctor. She cleared her throat and said timidly:
 - Thirty, the third building, special ward number two. Patient: admission secret code, letter of admission: a top-secret, serial number: three ninety-eight. Date of receipt of the millennium about two thousandth, two thousand and first, in June, but the definition is broken. Male. Age in cell analysis method Reutskaya: about thirty-five years. Weight: Eighty per kilogram, rising one hundred seventy-eight centimeters. Diagnosis: Unknown. Son: of unknown origin. Observations over sixty years. The configuration of the brain is not broken. Pressure slightly below normal, exhaustion four thousandths percent cell aging six ten thousandth percent, the third positive blood type, the presence of white blood cells were normal. Forms no known viruses. The liver is normal. The retinas were normal. In today's two six-thirty in the morning, seen activation of the brain, eyes opened. At six thirty-seven tried to wiggle his right hand. At seven zero one registered saliva and urine. At seven zero three observed gastric juice. At seven forty-five, injected with the drug chamber e three hundred thirty-eight holonomic brain to activate and stabilize the muscles. At seven forty-eight registered ordinary dream, as a side effect of the drug.
Doctor, will give a talk, was thirty years Svetlana Turnova, pretty slender woman with brown hair. Svetlana just a month ago, was appointed head of this secret compartment. Why such a young doctor, entrusted this important post, no one knew. Schupp listened Svetlana and after a short pause, he asked:
- What is going in the future?
- Events are standard. Artificial recharge of the body in the early hours. Three drugs ve twenty-three and three ka thirty-four, glucose, gemodez, salt solutions and output to natural food diet for the first category. The first day lying mode, then weak fiznagruzki and oxygen replenishment.
Schupp and nodded, approving, said:
- Good! Good! Well, well, what do you think, consciousness in his condition? What shocks can not be?
Turnova shrugged and replied:
- Well, the experiment itself first, so many people still have not slept in principle, the side effects are possible, but I myself think that the probability is very small, but who knows?
Schupp shook his head:
- Yes. Yes, of course. Well, well, well. Good! All did not report significant changes in me! Personally, now! At any time of day! That's an order! And do not forget about the privacy ...
Turnova handed him a piece of the bulletin. Michael Alfredovich took the paper and looked carefully into the eyes Svetlana asked again:
- And when he can once again come to his senses? Prognosis is?
- Do not come to his senses, and wake up in a few hours - as if adjusting his boss replied Turnova.
Audacity answer Schuppa slightly embarrassed, but he did not said, came out of the room. Michael left the third building in large Alfredovich thought. Now before him was another and very important delema. Schupp, painfully, trying to find a way out from this situation. A thought Michael Alfredovich, about the chief of the fourth department, Laurentia Vasilievich Sykora. Rather certainly not about himself, but about what to say to this man, the "098"?
Sykora, though listed as regular doctor, the head of the first link, but was not. Knew almost everyone in the center. Sykora was fimobschikom, but rather unofficial curator of all secrets Medical Center. Toporyzhkina. FMB has put him to the post by the Ministry of Health. Schupp even knew that Lawrence V. has the rank of major, but never someone did not mention it. Talk about it, in the People's Federal Republic, was dangerous. Mighty and dreadful agency FMB could easily do with windbags, distribute "wrong" information, anything. From the banal dismissal to compulsory treatment in a special hospital where normal nobody came, or rather not go at all. And this fear, all including Michael Alfredovich so Sikora for him there was only officially 'fourth head of department. "
While Schupp reasoned report or not Sykora of the morning incident, the latter suddenly got to meet him in the hallway. Short and plump, Sikora kotilsya on short legs straight to Michael Alfredovich. His small black eyes bored into the face Schuppa more per dozen meters. Lawrence V. broke into a malicious smile.
- Michael Alfredovich! Dear! Hello!
Schupp was forced smile greeting. Although it does not want him
- Ah, well, old man! Colleague I am glad, glad to see you .... You see, I produce bypass ...
- Bypass? So early? Strange ....
Schuppa alerted question and doubt Sikora:
- What's so strange about this is my duty ...
- Yes. Of course, but just enough, with the third branch started. Usually the first or something happened?
- No, no, I have the first and second beat - lied Schupp, and thought to himself, "Lord! Does he knows everything! That bastard! Probably already had nightly tape tracking listen! Damn "bugs"! Ponastavil spider their networks! No, I must get out somehow! "
- What happens? - Lawrence V. asked.
Schupp hardened and replied:
- You know, my dear Lawrence V., I need something to ask your advice!
Sikora painted on his face surprise:
- Advise? With me? Did something happen? Please .... Just like something ...
- Yes, I'm going to the office now .... for myself .... you're at home? - Very quietly said Schupp.
- Of course, of course ... I'm just down to the bar to go ... like cigarettes over, - said Sykora.
Schupp knew that Lawrence V. did not smoke, and only pretended to buy cigarettes. Why, he did not know anybody. Michael Alfredovich hurried to his office. Going into the waiting room, he invited Lisa. She is going to the office in question stood at the table.
- So .... Liza ... urgently need to print a report ... a secret ... Urgent! Sit down at my computer! - Ordered her Schupp.
- What to write and to whom? In whose name? - Eagerly asked Palkina, sitting at the keyboard.
- Write to me: I bring to your notice that today .... thirtieth day of June, the NNN, in the assigned me to management, diagnostic center named Toporyzhkina ... no fix ... the State Diagnostic Center ... The secret subject of medical monitoring and research under the letter zero ninety-eight, at six-thirty, showed signs of life and supply of vital energy ... wrote? ! - Schupp fleetingly glanced at Lisa's shapely legs and her elastic large breasts and thought - "Yes, the girl is good, if not become a whore, will go far, man, am I really that old? '.
Not wanting to continue to pursue this idea, Michael Alfredovich looked out the open window. There, in the distance, ran wide at the bottom of a beautiful river, the water was played many sunbeams that, sparkling, disappeared in the blue waters ...
 - Next, what to write? - Returned to earth Schuppa Palkina.
 - Oh, yes, - rousing, Michael Alfredovich continued. - Write on: projected normalized physical and getting in touch with others. The entire staff is instructed. On the responsibility for the dissemination of information, be warned. Secrecy raised to the third level. I'm waiting for further instructions. Relationship to the established order instructions. Head of State of the diagnostic center named Constantine Toporyzhkina, honored doctor of the first category of people, Schupp, uh, well, how many? - Schupp watch. - Uh-uh, ten forty-two. Wrote? Prints out!
Lisa memo printing to a printer, handed it to Michael Alfredovich. Schupp, carefully read, signed the paper. Palkina looked at the boss and asked,
- And then what? Who are you?
- Someone who, - Schupp looked first at the phone, then the speaker radio receiving and wanted to say, "This goat Sikora," but stopped short, and only said:
- Important people, fit, you do not need to know!
Palkin, understood and silently nodded. Michael Alfredovich crooked her finger and whispered quietly in his ear:
- In the afternoon, in the park. We need to talk. There's no wiretapping, pretending that I went for a walk.
The girl smiled and nodded in agreement. Schupp sighed and once again, read the document, loudly asked:
- In my absence, or whether any calls coming?
- Yes, now will report - Lisa came out of the office and returned with a note book and read:
- First Secretary of the Minister of medicine Egorkin at nine forty, head of the party leader to support confidence and radiant Guskov nine fifty, deputy national prosecutor Epishev at nine fifty-five and a Artemenko ...
Schupp listened, looked questioningly at her. Usually, all the callers said the post.
- He did not identify himself?
- Do not submit, strange, and that should be something there?
- Said a matter of national importance ...
- In both! But the comrades what they wanted?
- Those interested in zero ninety-eight.
- What! That's the case! Slept, and slept on you! Okay, if they call, I went to Sikora - said Schupp, and nodded to the speaker.
Lisa smiled and stuck out her tongue, making a funny grimace radio receiving station. Michael Alfredovich wagged her finger and left the office.


***


The fact that the fourth branch unrelated to medicine has understood anyone breaking the boundary of the premises. Even at the entrance, hanging plate:
"No access denied! Department raised public concern '
 hinted that the door no one is treating and curing is going. However, in this wing of the medical center, very few people came out of the staff, not to mention patients. Fourth branch was normal and special forces FMB mortals even close to here is not allowed. Rooms were crammed with secret object of various radio and television equipment that allows for a sleepless hour supervision for all the premises in the name Toporyzhkina. Moreover, all the conversations recorded on audio media, and laser discs. A critical information provided Head Sykora, who analyze it and passed directly to the FMB.
Famibistov attention was riveted to the chambers third special building, which were treated with state officials and party leaders. After all, a person is under anesthesia and the more off of it could chatter nonsense, among which could slip forbidden information, indecent remarks against the country's leadership, the supreme leader and seditious plans patients.
Forty-five Lawrence V. Sykora led all this economy. Chunky little tolstyachek with narrow black eyes look more similar to X-rays. Sykora was gray and bald, so even in the room wearing a medical cap, making looked very funny. A kind, dwarf, with a face serial killer. Lawrence V. spoke very quietly and never raised his voice. Radiant smile never left his face, but still, it was more like a grimace hangman before execution.
And his work Lawrence V. performed well, and sometimes even with excessive zeal. And some excessive force Sikora worked against him. So his idea with the introduction of so-called "boxes confidence" almost cost him a career in general.
Some time ago, Lawrence V. ordered installed in all wards, corridors, easting center boxes for "complaints of workers." And "complain" Sikora called on everyone and everything, hoping in this way to control the social and economic life of the collective and moral climate patients. From the beginning, it worked and hundreds of signals of underweight eating in the dining halls, the lack of soap in the toilets began to arrive in the "urn of confidence." But further idea was not working as it was intended.
The drawers in the morning Sykora and his team found many ridiculous and absurd claims and slander that they were not to disassemble, no time, no meaning. Fimobschikam complained to the management of the center, doctors, nurses, the doctors, nurses and medics to mechanics to nurses. Each dissatisfied with something, trying to hurry topstitch-an anonymous slander. Wrote: about service, love stories, about the purchase of scarce goods to disaster prohibited markets of porn magazines about drinking alcohol in the workplace, and even theft of toilet paper (which was a deficit in the country) of the booths sorting Medical Center. Forces to "analysis and filtering" of these messages is not enough. Sikora realized that too far and ordered the removal of the damned "urn of confidence." But ominous flywheel human envy and anger to each other has been launched.
Not finding "treasured information boxes", one fine morning, patients, doctors and medsetry began wearing their slander directly to the fourth division. Being dumped at the door of his writings in a secret facility. Each evening Sikora and his assistants, swearing, wearing bags accumulated anonymous letters in the back yard and burned them there in heaps. Lawrence V. began to realize that the situation has issued out of control. A culmination of the failure of a failed venture has hit another batch of written signals "citizen watch" in the hands of one party functionary responsible for dealing with complaints from the public. Important "uncle" was treated in a special ward and closed as for evil, accidentally dropped in the morning to a secret wing of the fourth branch, to see Sykora. Lawrence Vasilyevich special patient is found, but found on the floor, a pile of anonymous letters. Vigilant nobleman vtihorya he decided to see where Sikora gives details of the message. Imagine his surprise when an important customer in the backyard, I saw a real funeral pyre of the "people's signals."
Terrible scandal erupted. In the center of the party came with the management committee fimobschikov. And would be removed from his job Sikora. If it were not Schupp. That stood up for Michael Alfredovich Lawrence Vasilyevich, saying that he personally gave the order to burn the paper that supposedly already addressed to them personally. But, Schupp, done that, not because of love for Lawrence Vasilievich, and from tactical calculation. Michael Alfredovich understand that, first: instead Sikora could send people far more dangerous and insidious, and secondly, such an act, he must be properly myself very Sykora. And it it worked! The scandal was hushed up, Lawrence Vasilyevich left in office. After that incident, Sykora was more loyal to Schuppu, although harbored anger at him, knowing that he was "hooked." After all, at any time, Mikhail could tell the truth.
Today Sykora was in good spirits. After listening to the call recording and viewing options, taken from the instruments of the House of 098 literal, he realized that the day has come when Lawrence V., finally able to take it out on Schuppe and make a career. It's no joke! Confidential patient comes to you! The man who for decades has been kept secret and guarded as the apple of an eye, can give some super secret information. For good reason they were interested in directly from the administration of the supreme ruler. In this situation, Schupp surely must be a mistake.
Such arguments Sikora confirmed by his personal observations and studies of personality Michael Alfredovich. Chief Doctor of the center, on the conclusion Sikora, was not a trustworthy person politically. It looks good behavior and suspended sentence, it was only a mask. Sikora suspected Schupp long sympathetic liberal foreign ideological contagion, way of life there, behind the Iron Curtain. Sikora even knew that Michael Alfredovich had two choices in the World Wide Web Internet, and it was one of the most serious crimes against the political system of the People's Federal Republic. Internet was banned throughout the state, as a corrupting and alien phenomenon abroad, as all online channels placed under state control.
And today you can expect errors Schuppa ...
Lawrence V. pretended that broke away from the important document, when it came into the office Mikhail.
In fact, it is usually solved crossword puzzle.
- Nothing that without knocking? - Said Schupp.
- Oh, and Michael Alfredovich! Really! What a knock! Here for you is always the door open! Please, have a seat! - Sykora stretched into a smile and pointed to a chair.
- You see, Lawrence V., I bring to you a very important document and the information with him.
- Yes! And what? What happened?
Michael Alfredovich put down Sikora report. Lawrence V. grunted and began to read. After reading the document, he took the white cap from his head, and slowly scratching his bald head, said:
- Yes, it works, wow! It happened!
- What do you think?
- I do not know this is a very serious - Sikora said stiffly, thinking: "Sly Fox" on my hang down, well, look, look! "
- So, I wrote right? - An innocent voice said Schupp.
- Write something right and to sow the paper that you want to send?
- So I'm ... come to you and ... advice. Say what?
There was silence.
Sikora realized Schupp beat him. Choice now he does not. If he says, is not the right solution, Michael Alfredovich will refer to it if the right Schupp stay on the horse.
"No, just so it is better to inform the management of the very first, and then all you see, stay out of the game" - he thought.
- So, what to do? Where to? Party or ef-em-blah? - Broke the silence Schupp.
- I think that still in ef-em-blah. They know how to be in this situation. By the way I just called yesterday, asked if you want, I'll get myself immediately, and your report will go to the right hands?
- Of course, of course! I'm up for it and came. Cases a lot, and you really in this field - the dock. Be good!
"That bastard! Beast "- had called himself Schuppa Sikora and added aloud:
- Well, then so be it!
- That ladnenko, I will not disturb you! - Michael Alfredovich abruptly rose from his chair and walked to the door.
 When it closed behind him, Sykora picked up the emergency call to the center, and said to her:
- Hello! Comrade General? This is Major Sikora, I emergency. It happened! Yes, this morning. Known only to six people. Yes brought. Err bastard! What do we do? Got it! Got it! There is! There will be done!
After that conversation, Sykora picked up the regular phone and dialing the number, he said:
 - Hello! The third branch? I tur! Svetlana? Out? I! An urgent need to see! Come now!



***



She has such a beautiful face! He had never seen such a beautiful face! Regular features and soft colors ... White almost invisible light. White clothes, peace and quiet, the sounds are not heard.
Quietly, quietly as God!
"I am alive? I am a living, or, or I'm there, or rather here? Here or there? What nonsense? Is this a paradise! Or, as it calls! Heaven or purgatory, or, just a purgatory? God! She has such a beautiful face! She looks so carefully looks this good opinion, what her lips? Under the mask to be seen. Certainly beautiful lips, she's like perfection, too beautiful ... "
The girl slowly walked to the bed, gently, as if afraid to hurt, touched Cyril to his right wrist. Looked into her eyes half open and squeezed Lucinschi hand. She stiffened, this time to see Cyril, he sighed and closed his eyes.
- Can you hear me? - was heard in the distance her voice.
The tone was pleasant and somehow comforting. Cyril smiled slightly and sighed again, and quietly said:
- Yes, I can hear you, you can not miss ...
- How do you feel? Do you feel dizzy, nauseous? What do you feel now?
- Hmm, what can feel the person who poisoned some trash, very thirsty. To drink, I want to drink ....
The girl let go of his hand and stood up, reached for the bottom shelf next to the bedside table. Taking out a glass with a yellow liquid, she brought it to her lips, Kirill. He braced himself and lifted his head, took a few sips. The liquid was slightly sweet taste, with an unusual taste in the mouth left. Cyril gratefully nodded his head and leaned back on the pillow. The girl put the glass, in the place and once again took Cyril's wrist.
- You need to get some more sleep. And how much sleep. You are too weak.
- My God! Where am I? In toxicological department? What have I been poisoned? I poisoned? - Kirill looked at medichku, she sighed and said quietly.
- No, you are not poisoned. No. You are not in toxicological department. You are in another place.
- In the other? Where? I'm drunk, damn balm! I travanulsya! Where I was taken? I want to call, make a call, it is possible?
The girl looked at once unkindly Lucinschi, but then smiled and said gently:
- You can then call. Later. And now, now you need a rest. Just rest. SSPE is eight hours to nine. And there's talk ....
- Like, eight or nine? You, it's hard to give me the opportunity to call? My relatives probably looking for me too! And stir at work ... Lord, I did not go to work, I'm dead!
- Calm down, everyone warned. Everyone knows that you are here, do not worry about anything - and it seemed highly Cyril, even in the form of the order, said the beauty.
Lucinschi looked at her. And then ... The girl in the hands flashed syringe. Another moment and put a needle in the arm. Injection, beauty set quickly and efficiently. Cyril wanted to say something, but his eyes clouded veil and he hung up.



***

 

- Lawrence! Do you know what happened today? - A fat man in a general's uniform, walked lazily from one corner of the office.
He was excited, but move quickly because of the sheer weight of his body simply could not. A thick red neck tensed and all covered with sweat. Sikora saw it, and its a bit queasy when he imagined the smell of this very general's sweat ...
- Lawrence! But you do not know what happened! - General jumped and panting, stared at the major.
Sikora and shivered a little, grinning, hunched his shoulders, faint voice buzzed:
- I understand. Weight understand Comrade General ...
- Not all of you know! It's the same story! It's our lucky ticket! This window is in immortality! Lawrence fool you! Fool!
- Oh no, comrade general, not a fool!
- And if you do not fool not happy, then you? A? Look, the nose hung? What is wrong? You're in the list, the list will be! Fool! You're on the list! And I'm on the list, and we are both on the list! And that means ...
- It means we are lucky ... - caught Sykora.
General grunted and stretched out in a smile and muttered:
- Not only the lucky and very fortunate! We are now going to live ...
Sikora said nothing, he just sighed and looked again at the general's sweaty neck. Hazy lazy blob of glass on his shirt collar. Sykora back sick.
- You is not the main Lawrence obosris! Important not obosris! You had already interrogated? Have you seen him?
- No, not yet ...
- What?! - Thick generals carcass bearing down on major.
Again became scared and disgusted, Sikora felt the general's sweat smells. He held his breath, trying to swallow the sticky saliva, which fills the mouth.
- Idiot! You're on it, what would no waste! His every move under your control should be! And what would one do not communicate with him without you! Bring back a cot, a pot and a toothbrush, and spend the night with him! Spend the night! What would not breath he did without you! I'll personally smear if that!
- Ah, comrade general, and everything is under control. He's also talking some really can not. And in the open, just like that, it is also not good to take care of ...
- FOUL! I told you, then do it! Do and will remain on the list, but otherwise ...
- And what else?
- A way down! Wishing darkness without you train will leave! You want to get out of the state of the list?
- No, but ...
- What else but? - Roared the general. - And so on full board live! I am not every blue card-is allocated ...
- I would, I would have my wife to attach something else, - a plaintive sigh Sykora.
- What?! - Stunned the general. - How dare you, do say that? You have a wife who?
- Teacher ...
- And fuck you then ask eh? Who is included in the list? A? Reserves, who?
Sykora again sighed and did not answer. The general shook his head and more peaceful tone added:
- Lawrence! You then find yourself Molodushka fool, Molodushka, but not alone! Fool, then there will be a choice of women, you will find yourself and Molodushka, and not one, Laurence, not play the fool, there is nothing you can not do the time it is time, it mercilessly, but we have accustomed!
Sykora thought to myself: how many times this "hog", called it "a fool." He suddenly felt hurt, but kind of course he did not show, but posed as a brooding serious face and nodded. But when the General began to talk about "Molodushka" Sikora did not resist:
- Yes, I do not want Molodushka! I want my wife, what do you say there, my take ...
- What?! - As a behemoth roared the general. - You bitch, what's talking about? Quite ohrenel! Well, he went to his job! And what would any hair from the man did not fall, and not a word popped out of his mouth! And cook special operation! Preparing a special operation to transport in Moscow! Personal response, if anything goes wrong! Get out stupid!
Sykora jumped up and rushed to the door, he managed to turn and look at the general, no not on himself but on his neck with a red begemotnuyu muddy straw. Sykora again and he felt sick, unnatural grunting, flew to the waiting room.



***



 - Lisa! It's very serious! Stir up already! Came to Moscow! Rather, our soon to be taken away! The main thing to not screw up! Got it? Important not to screw up not to let him speak out, so that would be recorded and then it was not sent to the transcript. It's something you have said? He said something? - Muttered excitedly Schupp.
He spoke like he was delirious, and how quickly it abruptly. Sometimes punctuated looked around the park. Lisa, in turn, looked at the boss and smiled slightly. She was funny to look at the man who was her supervisor, and that he was afraid of others, like a schoolboy Losers head teacher.
They sat in the far corner of the square with a broken health care center in a carved wooden gazebo. Dense bushes hid them from the surrounding bystanders or walking patients. Generally, the park, many called "a place of freedom." Here you can talk quietly, without fear that the conversation will be recorded FMB employees. And it was not that listening devices were not here. They were just as much throughout toporyzhkinskogo center. Just then, by some mysterious coincidence, the unit does not respond to human speech. The Park was as if bewitched by proslushek espionage and other nonsense. First, this little known, but further information is still flowed from the security agencies and the people immediately began to use this park as a place for the most secret negotiations, conversations and confessions.
That Schupp with Palkina not just here were conversations that were not meant for the ears of the staff of the fourth compartment.
Lisa was calm.
She knew that two people are now excited to be just too much. And nothing good for them with the head physician of the panic and rush is not expected. Schuppa girl took the hand and said gently:
- Yes, take it easy, he did not say anything else ...
- But try?
- But try. He says that poisoned. He says he was poisoned by some drug, but rather balm. He thinks he is in toxicology. He still does not know about time.
- So, - darkly breathed Schupp. - He'll have something to talk about it carefully. Necessary. Oh, I am afraid to inadequacy. And suddenly, he remembers everything!
- What is it?
- But everyone remembers what happened to him and all the history remembers. What with the society and the country was. God forbid remembers everything! Oh, no end of trouble! Oh, I'm afraid! - Wailed Schupp.
 - How could he not remember? He's a normal person of the twentieth century, not what we do - Palkina chuckled.
- Are you Lisa, come on, come on now it's not about that! - Michael Alfredovich dismissed.
- Yes? I know. I want to remember everything! I too want to know everything and do not be afraid of it! I want to be a normal person! - Shouted Palkina.
Schupp looked at the assistant, and sadly shook his head and said:
- That's why Palkin, we have to do to you all that in mind. All. That is why you should listen to me. Say it about a balm, talk began. So the liver.
- Of course the liver. What else?
- A liver that is all.
- And why we will not take it, puncture it? A? Why? The issue is that it was not? - Surprised Lisa.
- But why did not stand! Stood more than once. But solved all at the highest level and it's not like they could not decide. That doreshalis. That is not what the puncture did not take. For so many years, and the puncture did not take. Mess, as elsewhere. The Power Vertical damn ....
- Well, why are you so. You should get a puncture it. And now nothing would have happened.
- Yes you can and right. Maybe right. Therefore, the liver is our everything. His liver is our everything. Funny sounds.
- But that's not funny to me - sadly added Lisa.
- So the liver. We need to take a puncture of the liver. There sat all he drank. There, there traces of the drug. In the blood, it is nothing. I myself have watched a few tests. But the liver. The liver is serious! Liver this as a photo-plate, all the delays and all the records! Liver, that's his secret vault! So he drank. He still saw something. I know. Now know these goats from ef er blah. Sikora, Bitches' Brew, he certainly knows now, or at least know by deciphering the record.
- Yes, he has not had time. Unlikely - Lisa sighed. - In general, to be honest, I'm just sorry for the man. It is for us, as a piece of meat with valuable information, and he's a man first. Now as he learns the truth? What will be with him at all?
- Well, do you let it go! You and I have another problem! He drank himself to blame again that it was not necessary to drink. Just came to us. Here, as they say, everything depends on himself. You better think about how you and I had a puncture of the liver to take, because if we take the unconscious and formally in the House with him, all the locks, and then everyone will understand what we were doing there. But if ...
- What if?
- But if it is to persuade, I like secretly give us a puncture and erase the rest of the code, of the preparation, clean the liver. Then ...
- And how to persuade him? Who is his deal? - Lisa asked anxiously.
Schupp unkindly grinned and involuntarily looked at the deep cut on his chest assistant. The one caught his eye and shook his head:
- No, not me ...
- You're a girl, you, you're my ace, no one else ... or you or anybody. And this story! You understand, the future depends on you. And not just the country, the future of the world! You, you have to.
Lisa sighed and looked down. She wanted to say something, but she said nothing. Schupp, glad assistant smiled and patted his arm.



***



- Svetlana! Prepare special action! We will transport the object to Moscow. But about that, so far, no one but you, you should know! No one! - Sikora said sternly.
Turnova nodded his head, and yet a closer look at the fourth head of the department, said:
- And Schupp? And the chief doctor should know about?
- I said, no! A Schupp first, nothing to know not to! And try to do to protect the patient from any contact. All of them! All drive the neck. Put him injections herself, she ducks endure what you want to do, but no one was allowed!
Svetlana Turnova smiled sadly and shook his head and said softly:
- You know, Lawrence V., it is not possible, and it is dangerous, but attract attention. So ...
Sykora was at his desk in his office, as the king on the throne. Sprawling, he casually twisted in the hands of a pen. Looking for Svetlana, he now and then looks down at her shapely legs. Turnova felt it and playing, quietly pulls her robe so that would be her hips as much bare. And now began his speech, she pulled his foot, and her beautiful legs in dark stockings as appeared before the eyes of a special person. Sikora also felt that the woman with him conducting his experiments, and angrily slamming his hand on the top of the table, shouted, staring into the eyes of Turnova:
- I myself know what is possible and what is not! Do what I say!
Svetlana realized that a little too far, and odernuv robe modestly brought his feet, his head down, quietly replied:
- No, Lawrence V. full control of one patient I can not. Admission to communicate with him there are three people.
Sykora jumped and as trainer of the tiger bent on Turnova:
- Who?
- I have Palkina, Schuppa and ...
Lawrence V. evil eyes narrowed and hissed as the compressor tire shop:
- And yet, what a sheep is tolerance? Who is this asshole? Strike! - Roared Sykora.
- This goat ... You, you ... fourth.
Lawrence V. looked at head of special branch, grunted, groaned:
- All right, we must make sure that their communication would become our advantage. Complete control! We can not relax. All the information that is inside of this man is not just a state secret, and the secret society planetary! You must understand this is the Light!
Sykora was at the window and watched as it mysteriously into the distance. His words caught Turnova, some melancholy. True, he could not understand what it is and why, but she felt that Lawrence V., ever excited. He's too close to the heart, as it seemed to Svetlana, took this information.
But why?
Usually cynical calm Major FMB was just such a sentimental? Why?
- I understand - breathed Turnova.
- So you first need to learn all the most! You!
- It is clear, but it is impossible.
- How so?
- Control for such patients is not joking, and if I start to fuss further marred.
- The same is true, but what to do?
- To do need what we do. As usual, as if nothing was happening. Everything is going as is. That's all.
- You think?
- I'm sure. And more. Morning contact was. Palkina few words spilled over to him.
- You what? Really? Others I do not know! - Offended Sykora.
- I brought you.
- Urgent write me to prepare the morning. Will listen immediately necessary, there may be something.
- Good.
- And more ... stop to behave with me! I am not your enemy, but a friend! And you closed the turtle shell. That's it! I do not like it! - Screamed Sykora.
Turnova looked at special person and smiled. She behaved calmly and emphatically made it clear that his screams and nervous movements of her not scared and did not knock out of a rut.
- Do you have a public list? - Suddenly asked Turnova.
Sykora still.
He stared at the head of the special room and shook his head and quietly said:
- Yes there is. But this does not change anything.
- Yes? Strange. And I am here not.
- You think that's bad? - After a short pause, said Lawrence V..
- Looking for someone? For you, maybe not. And for me. For me ....
- You that, your life is not like?
- Why - Turnova embarrassed. - And yet I would like to ...
- Take your time to burn this life. It's in your swing. And you're already enough for that, mythical, the future, which is not known to be or not.
- Will - confidently replied Turnova. - I'm telling you, as a doctor say.
- Maybe. But still.
- You can easily tell when you're on the list.
Sykora did not answer. He smiled sadly and sighed heavily, and stroked the glass. Svetlana poured a kettle of boiling water into the cup and stir with a spoon of instant coffee, said quietly:
- I would have invited you to a different game.
- Hmm, another one? - Raised an eyebrow Sykora. - And what is this game?
- Simple game poddavalki ...
- In poddavalki say you need to think. This is what I tell you, I can contribute to you to include you in the list. Do not worry. If everything is as it should be, I promise I'll put you on the list. This is my word - a firm voice said Sykora.
Svetlana looked at him. She did not then understand how a person is reincarnated, it is slippery as algae, the rough like sandpaper, but that's as simple and affordable as a regular normal person. Turnova biting his lip, trying to figure out why there are so behaves NKVD.
He certainly felt the doctor and said quietly:
- They are not included in the list of my wife. They do not want to see her there. Why should I list myself? So that the place will be.
- Are you well my place I free?
- You do not care. You want to be on the list, and you're in it - cut Sikora and nodded towards the door, making it clear that the conversation was over.



***



- Why do you always have to stuff sleeping pills or whatever, I do not know? All of you are betting and put me some drugs, which I cut down? - Cyril asked sternly.
He suddenly felt the strength and the main thing has forgotten hunger. Lucinschi got up on her elbows on the bed carefully and looked at her sternly.
She smiled again, sighed and shrugged
- Maybe you want to use the toilet? - She said irrelevantly.
- What, what clothes! - Mad Cyril.
He looked at the beauty and could not understand why she look like a fool shows. Lisa smiled again and pressing once stole a finger to his lips, nodded at the ceiling. Cyril did not at first understand what this gesture. He instinctively looked up. Then back at Lisa, and only a few seconds before he realized that the girl was something, or rather someone is afraid. Someone who listens to them now secretly and unceremoniously.
- Oh yes, the toilet! Yes, of course I want to go to the toilet! - Lisa awkwardly played up Cyril.
He swung his legs off the bed and looked at his bare feet.
Lisa helpfully put before him slippers, leather slippers strange orange straps along with socks. Lucinschi grinned. Such shoes he has ever seen. Here in the hospital for some reason, for patients bought some unusual experimental shoes. Palkina meanwhile carefully separated from the chest Cyril several sensors on suckers. The girl carefully draped over his shoulders Lucinschi pajamas, why is also the same as sneakers, toxic orange. All recalled Cyril clothing American prisoners from the prisons for those sentenced to the electric chair. Such garments he saw in several Hollywood films. Cyril got out of bed and put on his pajamas, went for Lisa, who nodded at the booth with the inscription:
"Toilet"
Lucinschi walked slowly down the ward. Some forgotten feeling of ease of movement seized it. Even dizzy. Cyril, I suddenly realized that for a long time did not move, it was a long time still.
For a long time, but how much? Week, two weeks?
Muscles ached and felt a little heavy. Cyril and somehow deep breathing nervously, he stubbornly went to the restroom. He was in a hurry. For some reason, he wanted to know what this beautiful girl is afraid of?
In the hospital toilet was not even comfortable. Large white bowl, like a throne, stood in the middle of the room. Front and rear mirror. Why is not clear, but it looked funny. Side washbasin and clear glass shelf above it. Round mirror on top and set the hooks and hangers. In the far corner of the shower, and a strange semi-circular plastic chair. Relax before or after a shower? Why?
Lisa, suddenly pressed his body to Cyril and he felt her warmth. The girl grabbed his head and whispered in his ear:
- You do it in the House do not say out loud. This is dangerous!
- For who? - Cyril perplexed.
He saw that the girl was thrilled.
- For you and for me. You can only talk like that in my ear.
- Why not? What have you there? - Lucinschi hugged Lisa's shoulder.
It is surprisingly not away from him, on the contrary even harder pressed.
- We are listening!
- Who? - Cyril
- A special section.
- What are the special department? What kind of nonsense? - Cyril less and less understood behavior, and most importantly the word girl.
He was a little uncomfortable. And, if this doctor crazy? And that if she moved forward and just dangerous? Prick what may be poison and all!
- You will understand later. I ask you to say nothing there, nothing but platitudes like is I want to be a toilet or scratched my back ...
- Well, well, - Kirill said soothingly. - Only you and you can ask about something?
- Ask.
- Call the head of the department.
The girl flinched and pulled away from Lucinschi. She carefully and anxiously looked him in the eye:
- Why? You know who she is?
Cyril grinned and shrugged
- I do not even know it was her. I thought this guy.
Lisa shook her head and said sadly:
- That's who you should not say, it's her!
- Why not?
- Later find out!
- What is? I promise! Some puzzles! I'm starting to be afraid of you! Sorry, but I still have with someone will see! With the head doctor for example!
The girl suddenly smiled and nodded his head
- Here it's really necessary and will soon see, I'll make, but for now, until pretend you are asleep and not talk to anyone! With anyone!
Cyril again chuckled and waved his hand and went to the sink. The spigot, he looked through the mirror at Lisa and by rinsing the face, said softly:
- This is at least that of a hospital? From the window can not see the window is not transparent. Where ever I am treated?
Lisa again became sad. She anxiously watched Lucinschi and said nothing. He took a deep breath and repeated the question, already angry voice:
- Yes, you know that? What are you doing?! I do that here, you prisoner? I'm sick, and you treat me like I'm under arrest! Not talking slowly, where am I? Maybe in a madhouse?
Lisa thought. She bit her lip and stood like a lion before the attack. Cyril alert. That now follow. But, she said quietly:
- No, you're not in a madhouse. You are in the public Diagnostic Medical Center Bone Toporyzhkina.
Cyril even stopped breathing. He looked at her trying to figure out whether it is in your mind? Then, frowning, asked:
- Who, who? Who else Toptyzhkina?
Lisa smiled and waved his hand and corrected:
- Do not Toptyzhkina and Toporyzhkina.
- And this is what the fuck? Something I did not know and I do not know of any diagnostic center! - Cyril dissatisfied went to the toilet, lid down, sat on him, like a chair, he was a little heavy with tension, to feel faint.
- But you could not know, in your time, it certainly was not - added Lisa.
- What! - Cyril covered his eyes with his hand. - Once again you're scaring me. You just crazy. What is your name? I'm sure you can handle on a head doctor.
- My name is Elizabeth Palkina. I am a senior assistant chief physician. That's it. I'm quite sane, and memory. But you ...
- What am I? - Started Lucinschi. - So I'm still in a madhouse? You I just do not dare to say. I drank this shit I went hallucinations and here I was brought here to you? Right? Say it is so?
Lisa glanced at the door and, putting his finger to his lips and whispered:
- I asked you to speak softly. Quieter. Everything is bugged.
Cyril shrugged and sighed and said:
- So still in a madhouse. Congratulations Lucinschi, you're a wild, and you listen to, if only that ... - He muttered under his breath to himself.
Lisa went to Cyril, and putting his hand on his shoulder and said gently:
- Yes, calm down, calm down. You are normal. What is your name?
- Me? You, why did not you know my name?
- No, you only have letters. That's all.
- Liter? What is that?
- This is the number.
- Fuck! - Slapped his knee Lucinschi. - I also lost their identity and memory. Holy shit, that shit drunk. Bitch! Well, kid, Korean fucking, I'll find you in fact, when I was released!
Lisa again stroked Cyril's shoulder
- So what's your name?
- Cyril ...
- Hmm, Cyril, a beautiful name. And I, for some reason thought you were Vladimir ...
- Vladimir? I like that Vovk? - In the end hurt Cyril.
- No, just ...
Listen, girl, when I was discharged? What do I register? Will keep for a long time here.
- I'm afraid. What's true for you will be very cruel - sadly sighed Palkina.
Cyril looked up at her and asked, perplexed:
- What is violence? What am I here for long? Why? I'm normal. Normal, remember. What should be, then?
Lisa sighed again and squatted near Cyril. She was not looking at him, uttered:
- That's not the case, what do you say is correct, but that's ...
- What else? Do not you understand? What's going on?
- The fact that you are not where you live.
- What? - Cyril, jumped off the toilet and looked at her like a snake looking mongoose. - Me, which, in a city still taken? On experiments that I send? Do you ... finish up here scare me!
- No, the city-then he's just another country ... - Lisa got up and came very close to Cyril, stared into his eyes.
He was silent for a moment, wondering what she told him. Then he smiled somehow defenseless and doomed:
- Hmm, another country. Like this ... like this, the other? That power has changed, perhaps, while I was sedated?
- Sort of ...
- No ... can not be! No, tell me, what are you kidding? - Muttered Lucinschi. - And how is it that I passed out once was? That long?
- Yes ...
- A month?
Lisa said nothing, she lowered her eyes and turned away and walked to the mirror. Then her hair, again looked at Cyril. He stood waiting for:
 - Two months? - He asked in surprise.
Lisa smiled sadly.
- What more? Tell me, do not torment. Do not torment my soul! - Begged Lucinschi.
- You have been in a coma for almost ninety ....
- Ninety days? Three months! Fuck! - Grabbed his head Lucinschi.
- No, you did not realize you had been in a coma in a liturgical sleep in suspended animation, or whatever you want, call your state, almost ninety ... years ...
Cyril started and stopped. On his lips, stuck a ridiculous and ugly, funny smile. Lucinschi unblinking, staring at Palkin and not breathing. He could not move.
- Yes, Cyril, is here, though. So ...
Numbness in Cyril was a few seconds. He sat down on the toilet and quiet and like said plaintively:
- Lord, I beg you, I want to wake up. No. No. I want to wake up!
Palkina sighed and walked slowly to Cyril. She stood there, not daring to touch him. She was afraid he would fall through and now he will have a nervous stress. Lisa finally pulled herself together and quietly said:
- The truth will survive. But neither is the worst ...
Cyril raised his head and looked at her plaintively:
- What is not the worst? What could be even worse?
- You are now the object of national importance and, in fact, does not belong ...
- What?! - Absolutely stunned Cyril.
He suddenly went black in the eyes and dry mouth. He felt he was losing consciousness of weakness and stress. Lisa grabbed his arm and pulled him back to the ward.
On the move it gently whispered to him:
- Nothing, nothing should lie down, we have that be come up with anything, you mostly do not lose heart. You know, you do not quit!



***



- Listen, Michael Alfredovich, I'll tell you one thing, which in principle does not have to say! Listen, I know. About all this pathetic trust, and yet I tell you, I will not trust anyone here like, and so I think that you can say the information of national importance! - Whispered anxiously Sykora.
He was sitting one day a boy, moving his short legs and folded his hands on his knees. It was a pity to see Schupp smiled sadly and sighed. Michael Alfredovich yet decided to be silent and listen to the strange and disturbing monologue fimobschika.
- You do, of course, do not trust, I understand. We are employees of the Ministry of Security of course is difficult as it is to talk about trust. I also understand this, but you see, I'm telling you sedition. Yes, do not think that this is a trap. Do not think, do not always fimoba employee does everything according to the instructions and requirements of his superiors. Not always Michael. You should know that we are people too, and I sometimes blood boils when I see some injustice. And when I feel that a person is quite decent and it can be trusted and his break in any case, do not.
Schupp sighed again, he looked up at the ceiling, and more precisely to the chandelier Sikorsky cabinet. Lawrence V. understood his hint and, waving his hand in disgust continued:
- No, do not worry, I'll give the word of an officer, this conversation is not written at all and no one will hear. I've included a special system of anti wiretapping. So that all the words jammers perekoverkayut your mother, so that no one will understand.
Michael Alfredovich nodded, but said nothing. Sikora realized that he needed a little more tense, that would rock the head doctor at the dialogue:
- I'll tell you what. I have an order to prepare your patient zero ninety-eight for transportation to Moscow. That's it! So you will soon lose it completely and probably will not ever see.
Schupp started and looked anxiously in the eye Lawrence Vasilyevich. He smiled sadly and nodded
- Yes, Mike. Yes. That's it. Proceedings of your life, or rather the goal can now so corny to fly to the capital and to melt into the haze.
Michael Alfredovich heavily and breathing. Sikora realized that hit the target and decided dodavit.
- Do you think, Michael, I do not know what kind of method you develop longevity? You think I do not know that you have everything ready, and all can be used, and all you would have used if it is not that damn patient zero ninety-eight. Which, you baffled and stripped of confidence?
Schupp closed his eyes and moaned softly. Sikora touched his arm and shoulder, patting on the shoulder sympathetically continued:
- I read your treatise. And do not ask where I got it. And it is, in principle, it has become clear how you are going to extend human life. Are you saying that he can live a hundred and eighty, two hundred years, and it's great, but that's Mike! Zero ninety-eight, as I understand it, will be able to live longer? Longer, which means that your system loses! Michael, you are holding the key to immortality that you are about to let fly.
Schupp again started and opened his eyes, quietly and evil through his teeth:
- And who will pick up bastards and bastards who do not deserve it most of immortality! My method is not worse. But I, as a rational person, I understand that people still need to limit the death. Need! We can not allow that person would live forever! You can not! It's against nature! It's chaos! I just figured that the best man has to live two hundred years. Otherwise, disaster, or any terrestrial resources for this immortal crowd was not enough!
Sikora waved his arms and nodding in accordance:
- My dear friend, Mike, I totally agree, I agree with you, that's why I want to tell you a very important message, is very important. The day after tomorrow I'm posting zero ninety-eight to Moscow, but I wish that you would go with him. Misha you, what would you go and complete what has conceived! Conceived their system to do it and infiltrate! And I am ready to help you, but otherwise ... - Sykora stopped.
Schupp was stunned. He had not expected to hear such words from the old and cunning fimobschika. What is it - a provocation? Trying to call it a revelation, well, why? Schupp could not believe it and could not understand, he frantically struggled in their thoughts.
Sikora, seeing confusion Michael Alfredovich, smiled and added:
- You can go, but for this we will need to declare your method. Here then you too will be called to Moscow, along with ninety-eight zero. According to my information, there in the capital, not everything went smoothly with the program it's longevity. There's a sensible course specialists, but they have something that's gone wrong. Something they can not. So scour the country with ideas. New ideas, and that ninety-eight zero for them, as manna from heaven. The Kremlin calls the result. That's it. And your method they also come in handy. Here are all the cards and agreed. That's Michael, what I'm suggesting.
Schupp thought. He remained silent and closed his eyes, tried to collect his thoughts. A Lawrence V. continued:
Misha then you'll regret not using my offer and the opportunity. Sorry. But nothing has changed!
- And what is all this to you then? You-then what is the benefit? - Michael Alfredovich asked suspiciously.
Sykora took a deep breath and looked at the window somehow sadly replied:
- I would not like that would be the result of my life is that the bastards have become immortal. That's how you want Mike, believe it or not.
- Are you talking about this? - Roused Schupp.
- All right! Everything has a limit. More I will not tell you anything. So, what's your response to that?
Alfredovich Michael shook his head and took a deep breath into the lungs, hissed, releasing it through his lips, as a pump.
- You Misha here do not break, no. Speak. But mind you, I'll say a lot, too much, and if that is not so ... well, you know, and you know the rules!
Schupp grinned and said quietly:
- I agree, but I have a condition.
- What do you still want to put a condition here? I? After all, what I told you?
- Yes ...
- Well, you Misha and jerk, and what are the conditions? - Hemmed Sykora.
- With me go Palkina. Without Lisa, I'm not going. And second, you're never going to talk about my method. Never, I tell you about it, if you want to be myself.
- Well, you insolent Schupp. Even with a chick you want to pick up. You that sleeping with her? A? In his old age to young body pulled?
- Do not you dare say that! - Boiled Schupp.
He jumped from his chair, fists clenched, frowning toward Sikora.
- Come on, Come on ... - He waved. - So decided to check. I do not have the data that you slept with her. So, blurted out. I know that you do not sleep with my girls. And a fool. And maybe a clever fool. Okay ... to hell with you, I will try for that bitch a seat beat. But, then I have a counter condition.
- Uh, what? - Raised his eyebrows in surprise Schupp.
- And so, since your girl rides and mine too. Palkina will be paired with Svetlana Turnova.
Schupp started, but with a heavy sigh, he said nothing. Sikora, pleased with his victory, nodded
- That's a deal.
- So, here is how you enlist people? - Michael Alfredovich quipped.
Sikora laughed, he laughed heartily, wiping tears from her eyes. Fit of laughter when he walked wearily muttered:
- You're a fool Michael, if I had, I will not be recruited. You would I have long worked under the letter and did everything what I would order. Do you understand now my good nature?
Schupp snorted and glared at fimobschika:
- No, I do not understand. You think you are all-powerful and all you can. You think you can control and break the will of any man? But it is not so! There are people you do not subservient. And I'm one of them. I do not care what you do to me. I do not care what you do, even with my friends and family, but I will never obey. Even if you're me cook on low heat. I spit on you and your threats and arguments.
Sykora shook his head and sighed:
- That's how you talk. Of course, you think you can, but believe me it is not. But thank you for your candor. Thank you, that was honest. This is also, in principle, act. Only now let me ask you, why do you hate us because we are in principle nothing wrong, nor you, not your family, not to do?
Schupp laughed. He laughed somehow evil, even a bit hysterically, fake and disgusting. Sikora winced. Michael Alfredovich waved
- And for that you love that? You have made the country what? In reserve your fucking closed system development? In a backward area with floor degraded poor people? In the restricted zone. The whole world is already living in the twenty-second century, and you come up with its own system of reckoning, and we do not even know who we are, because you know the past banned! You bastards that besides all this, and yet want to live forever? Are you crazy perverts, with a complete absence of normal human reflexes, such as conscience, honesty and most importantly the perception of truth and reality. You are sick! You are enemies of normal human civilization!
Sikora smiled sadly. He looked into her eyes and said softly Schuppu:
- You've already showered, twenty years of isolated work. In the tundra. I mean, you just treat you go renegades and refuseniks, there in the tundra. And die there as just an ordinary farm laborer and an enemy of his country.
- Here, your whole rotten essence, you really think sedition!
Sykora shook his head and grinned
- No, I do not think the truth sedition. Just what you say, undermines the foundations of our state, and I serve him.
- Who? What state? Tolstorozhev these bastards from the party's control? These secretaries who take and careerists? By x ... e to a state? You're sick Sikora if so sincerely think. But, I see that you do not think, just shy to admit me in that!
Sikora grim. He sat down and bowed his head, muttered:
- Maybe, but I ask you, just shut up!
- I shut up, but you know that you are not all-powerful! You manure, which will go under our land, fertilizer! And no system longevity will not help you!
- Shut up! That's it! Enough is enough! You crossed the line! Is a state secret and talk about it at all, in principle it is impossible! You can not! I mean, I wish that you would shut up and said nothing and did what you and I, have discussed? After all, we have entered into an agreement?
- Yes ... - Michael Alfredovich embarrassed. He suddenly found himself we thought, which is really, really too much, to be frank, this fimobschiku ....
"What if this bastard, just to provoke and recorded this one monologue, and then be blackmailed? What if I fell into a network of committee this old goat ... the bastard of security? "- Schupp thought frantically.
A Sikora meanwhile continued:
- Well, fuck, shut up and do it, and what you do not do harm only themselves, and all others, including me ...
- I'm sorry - forced a Schupp.
- Well, well! - Said in a conciliatory tone V. Lawrence. - That's good, then I realized, I am preparing a memorandum of you to Moscow, Lubyanka, and point out in a report about your method. I managed to persuade you and try it out there in the capital. So? And Misha?
Schupp stiffened. He had to force a response. But in doing so reveal the card to reveal the secret of his life, his work, his dream!
His method. A strange dream to make a man long-lived. His method.
Schuppa method was to teach people to live two hundred years or so for the body it has become the norm! This at first seemed absurd obsession utopian idea, over which all laughed: Schuppa experts and colleagues, patients, and government officials, all and sundry. Haunting and at first sight quite naive method extending human life, or rather did not extend, and the settings of the human body have a more sensible and long. The method, which has developed Alfredovich Michael was both simple and ingenious at the same time, as simple as that. He once more, as a student at medical school, he realized that the man killed himself, fam wears out before the time your body. He is a bad driver, not watching a car here, so people do not care for their bodies and their graves for nothing, something reckless and desperate. Schupp realized that the human body as a biological machine, laid much more powerful potential of nezhili that person receives, or rather pushed out of himself. And this is wrong! And it is absurd and even criminal to yourself! In fact need something, in fact, not much. The main thing is not only to do what is counter instructions, which are thought Schupp, great creators of man. You just need to intelligently exploit your body and then it will last much longer than the average seventy, seventy-five years, the duration of life. Man performing some laws and conditions, can live easy and pleasant two hundred or even three hundred years. The main thing to believe it and do what the creator wills what God says!
And Schupp despite giggles and a complete misunderstanding of others and colleagues began to test his method. First he used his design to yourself! Began to perform their same recommendation. And lo and behold! He really felt better at first, and then, not as strange as it sounds, even younger. He began to feel that his or her body, as if turned back and began to speed rejuvenate, restore the functions that are disappearing because of the time and the aging of cells. Schupp detailed study of each of its body. He did tests, he studied his body and research, and the data confirmed - Schupp, as a biological creature does not get old, and most recently Michael Alfredovich noticed the results of tests and studies - his body is getting younger!
Then Schupp decided on a secret and illegal experiments. He scored her first group centenarians. He found volunteers - older people who were ready for what would become healthy and strong, and once again feel the rush of youth, to implement its recommendations. Such a group was typed quickly. All the way place in secret it was that centenarians immediately became a secret member of a certain sect of "long life." Schupp understood that if the authorities become aware of his activities, he faces a minimum of labor camps, and the maximum it comes to "special reports" and bring Schuppa "to the needs of the Republic." This was equivalent to capital punishment.
And although the country abolished the death penalty ninety years ago, instead of it a couple of decades ago (at the request of the workers) have introduced the concept of it, "bring the perpetrators to the needs of the Republic." This meant that over a man could, after the decision of a "Special Court" to put the most monstrous and fantastic experiments and experiences. And it was, according to many, is much worse than the banal execution.
But Schupp was not afraid, in fact, an element of secrecy and danger just reinforces it.
His patients really first began to recover and become kinder (in the best sense of the word), right in front, and then the long-awaited results of the restoration and rejuvenation of the body, "the members of his secret society" does not take long.
And all went well ... if not this patient lettered "098."
Schupp suddenly realized that it was a secret patient "zero ninety-eight" is his main "enemy and rival" in this strange and almost visionary struggle for human longevity.
Secret patient also not getting old. But the method of his "no aging" was unknown to anyone. Schupp, as a doctor, but understood that "ninety-eight zero" does not age due to an external stimulator. Simply put, because of some "miracle - a drug" that allows you to adjust the normal functioning of cells and their important biological immortality!
Schupp did not know what to do in recent times, he suffered and frantically sought out, and eventually realized his method, "a method Schuppa", you need to combine with this corny's most "miracle - a drug" and then the result of human longevity rather immortality will wholly!
The thought of Michael Alfredovich even giddy! Is it just a doctor, like this, will the secret of eternal life for the people Really, that's it, everything will just corny! Important only to know the chemical formula of the substance which was put down "zero ninety-eight."
And here he is a chance. Chance, which can be only one! Especially because this gives a chance to the government itself! Herself!
- So I do not understand, I write memo to the capital? Write about your technique and harmony, or not? - Through their ideas heard the voice of Michael Sikora Alfredovich.
Schupp hard to breath and suddenly fimobschika smiled and glad unnaturally proudly replied:
- Yes! Yes of course! Write, write and fast!
Sikora surprise nodded and shrugged
- All right! Well, well ...



***



Beautiful woman with brown hair, a small but resilient breasts, shapely legs and exquisite, like a Greek goddess, a person who is cold and evil once looked him in the eye. Cyril was under this almost an X-ray examination and waited. Waited for her to ask anything.
But she said nothing.
"She's probably in his thirties, but looks very impressive! Very. It is similar to the actress from Moscow troupe, with whom I had a very rough night during a tour of the theater in Krasnoyarsk. The same Greek. Oh, the same! Interestingly, and what this Greek woman in bed? Active? Interestingly, as if she had sex this morning? "- Something has gone completely out of place and thought Lucinschi.
He suddenly felt that something incredibly and hopelessly wants a woman.
Wants intimacy with a woman.
Right now!
He suddenly realized that he was intolerable and a sort of animal instinct certainly want to capture the beauty of this here, which sits next to the bed and looked at him.
Lucinschi groaned, closing his eyes and turned away:
"Lord! Still there would not want women! Ninety years Baba is not there! But this is good! So, it works! The unit is normal! That's good! "- Lucinschi realized what he thinks now, just about any instinctive and primitive things that should worry in the least.
But he also felt that not to think about that now can not and he felt ashamed of himself.
- Do you have what size clothes? - Coldly asked.
- What! - Cyril shuddered.
He slowly turned his head and looked at the "Greek woman."
- I'm asking you what size clothes? - Again asked icily, babe in a white coat.
- Hmm, I have? Hmm, fifty-second, - confusion grunted in response Lucinschi.
- So, fifty-second, shoes, and head size? - "Greek" sat and diligently recorded the data in a thick notebook with a leather cover.
Kirill looked at the woman, he wanted to touch her hand, to feel the heat, and can be cold her skin. Just touch and feel.
Obsession.
Cyril smiled sadly, he sniffed the air, trying to catch the scent of the perfume woman. But in vain, it was like a tasteless and colorless and odorless - is sterile, as distilled water.
- Tell me, what's your name? - Cyril asked suddenly.
"Greek woman" looked at him calmly, but not evil. She smiled and sighed and said:
- I'm a doctor Svetlana Turnova, head of that office. So ... What is your shoe size and your head?
- And-and-and ..., forty-first and fifty-eighth. Svetlana, and what you did, though, the experiments are empty? - Cyril muttered sarcastically.
Svetlana grinned and write data to the notebook closed melenko booklet. She seemed suddenly looked plaintively at Lucinschi and patting him on the arm, said quietly:
- We have already started up. So, what's worse than it was, nothing will. Rest day or two need your strength. Feeling, judging indications sensors and devices, you feel fine. Temperature is normal. Pulse and blood pressure, too. But here, as I understand it, you have a weakness, and more ... erection ... but this ... sorry, there's really nothing I can not help. Do not want to, as they say, to break the natural process. Male hormones and functions are restored after a long sleep. And then in any case not necessary to arrest this problem, otherwise there will be problems later ... and neither you nor we do not need ... - Smiled mysteriously "Greek."
Cyril involuntarily looked down on her stomach, from under the sheet was evident that his manhood now acted as a traitor. Great mound stood between his legs. Lucinschi blushed and turned to the side, legs crossed.
The doctor smiled again and patted him on the arm:
- What can I get you? What do you want to eat?
Lucinschi sighed. He suddenly got angry: "How simple it was, and her assistants. He lies there, a young, healthy man, with obvious signs of an erection and some muck in the blood, and they are watching him, like a rabbit in the bank! "
- You know what, I'm sick of it! Enough here to keep me for a fool! If I really did not explain, I do give up the contact. Rack up! And there will announce a hunger strike! And fuck you!
"Greek woman" again smiled sweetly. She seemed transformed into a caring eastern Guria.
The woman leaned over to Cyril and corrected sheets, again touched his hand:
- Well, why are you so? You no evil does not want. All will be well. Want, I'll come and bring what you need and tell you everything? Do you? Tell you, that you might ask?
Lucinschi chuckled and glanced involuntarily at raskhlyasnuvshiysya chest doctor's gown. Deep cleavage, three top buttons not buttoned blouse ...
Cyril closed his eyes and clenched his feet:
- Come. And if you want to install a normal contact with me, bring me booze! Drink, your mother, bring me! And eat, well, there is a red caviar, sandwiches and meat, fried meat normal! I want to eat! But not your fresh porridge!
Svetlana laughed again and carefully hid Cyril sheet.
The woman got up and, with a sigh, said gently:
- Okay, I get it. Be sure to bring everything you asked for. And soon bring. And in its turn you relax and think about my offer. I will come, bring, and you ask me whatever you want.
Svetlana turned and walked to the door. Cyril inadvertently glanced at her figure. Especially Lucinschi had to consider her waist, oval and such charming buttocks covered with a bathrobe. Lucinschi closed his eyes and leaned back on the pillow and groaned.
He, for some reason now like to think it is about intimacy with a woman. Somewhere in the background of consciousness, loomed the thought of his sad state, but this is a major obsession, like a lot of flash, however, was the idea of a woman. Just about a woman, as a female.
"Fuck. I'm like a maniac pervert! Think about women! Do I have to think more about what is not? Me that - this is important! With whom I turn? In the male? In the cable? Maybe the damn drug from an animal I do? Already did! With instincts and all "- with a heavy heart, he thought.
Cyril, panting, looked at the unit, which stood next to the bed. Some red and blue flashing lights, as if mocking, squeaking, twinkling lights club splashes of color music.
This stupid loneliness, and a terrible doom. He is doomed. He's gone. Not, and never will be. All the people around him, they were already dead. He's one! Why, why him, this life? Why all this? This suffering and anguish?
Cyril wanted to cry. He groaned again as the wounded elk and covered his face with a pillow.
Faint sound of a click and a movement made him wince. Cyril threw the pillow. Before him stood a girl - Elizabeth Palkina. The one who told him the news. The sad truth ... its provisions.
He tensed, looked her in the face. She somehow smiled sadly and leaned over him. He could smell her perfume. It was a small unobtrusive flavor not lily of the valley, not that of a flower. Kirill, sighed, and sniffed her scent. Her hair smelled something familiar. He suddenly felt at mgnoveni6e easier. She's not like the Greek. Not so. It seemed natural, in contrast to all surrounding him.
Lisa barely audible whisper in his ear Luchinsky:
- You can get up, I need to tell you something.
Cyril readily sold on and got out of bed.
Lisa nodded to the bathroom. He realized she was afraid of something new. Lucinschi slowly walked to the bathroom and the toilet lid down and sat down.
Lisa came to him very close and squatted. Her face was just below his chest. He chuckled and shook his head:
- Again, your conspiracy stuff. What a time you have for it? What kind of country is this? What kind of people? - He snorted contemptuously.
Lisa looked at him a little bit guilty and put a finger to his lips:
- Hush, do not have emotions. I know all about it and about our time and of our country. Do not. All I know. But now is not the main thing.
- So what? What could be more important? You'll bring me back?
- No. No one can bring you back. This is only fiction can time travel. This is fiction. But I want to, what would you bring back our country forward ...
- I? How ... I can? Who is he? Messiah or what?
Lisa shook her head again and put a finger to his lips:
- Quiet. Quieter. You all know. Time comes. And while I have to tell you something, or rather warn. But first, tell me what you said to her?
- Uh, who?
- Well, with this woman? Svetlana Turnova head of the department?
- You know she was here? You favor?
- Maybe so. But I do not know what you said to her?
- Um, you know that jealous? - Tried to make a joke Lucinschi.
- Do not laugh - she was offended. - I'm telling you about global affairs, and you about the little things.
- Love is not a trifle, - continued with some whimsical witty Lucinschi tenacity.
Yes, about love, I'll tell you separately, but first tell me what you said to her?
Lucinschi thought and with a heavy sigh, slowly and quietly replied:
- So about. Just talk a blank. It ceases to me with the dimensions ....
- What are the dimensions?
- Well, like I was going to dress up as. Asked the size of clothes and shoes. For some reason, and asked about his head?
Lisa thought, and frowned. Cyril did not understand why he was so upset with a girl:
- Do I have your size does not need to say?
- No, no, that's right ... - She waved. - Now I understand. We have very little time. By the way what else do you say to her?
- Well, it's nothing ... - Cyril embarrassed. - I ran into her.
- How does it hit? - Did not understand Lisa.
- Well, we have said so when the claims, any exhibit. This is such a term was ... We then ... collide ...
- And that you have driven? How? - Lisa was quite grim.
- So hit, said to bring grub ... that I have, I want meat that's a drink ... I want to ... drink, vodka, brandy ...
Lisa jerked and stood up. She punched the wall. She was angry. Cyril even a little scared. He did not expect such a reaction girl.
- That's it! All bad! That's it! Got it! But why so?
- Are you talking about this? Are you all talking about? - Outraged Cyril.
Lisa turned to him and smiled sadly, suddenly asked:
- Have you noticed any unusual desire to be anything in the last day? Since your body that be happening?
Cyril was embarrassed and blushing, shrugged
- I do not know ... that's something to drink and hunt is still there ...
- Do you have more, which may be unexpected desires? - Urgent tone, Lisa asked sternly, - says without hesitation, I, as a doctor!
- Hmm, you really hurt that ... do not look at the doctor ... the nurse out of our porn like ...
- Who? To whom? - Did not understand his Palkina.
- Well, we have out there in the past, movies were, this erotic, well, about love, in general, and so there was considered very sexy, if that girl in the suit was a nurse, well, that in a short skirt and all that ... Well, in general, very sexy. That's called this porn movie.
- Are you out there that watched the sexual acts occur? - Palkina gasped.
- There ... The word is what came up. Sexual acts ..., right: back to the es-es-es-er, there too, their mother, fucking communists, they did not have sex! You have that here, too, sex, or what not? - Grinned Lucinschi.
- Sex is there, but it is very close and intimate. And nothing to watch it in public! - Cut off Lisa. - So, what is your problem? Erection, as I suspect?
Lucinschi sighed and lowered his head, muttered apologetically:
- You know, pop or something? What would I confessed to you, is for me or not. My business! Maybe worth it! Here here, without a woman ninety years! Record of his mother, who was such abstinence? A? Maybe I like the champion will be awarded! - Sadly he joked.
- What is pop? You know that there are insulting me again, your old concepts? What a perv this pop you had? - Lisa squealed angrily.
- Yes, what's the weirdo? The priest is we had! Confessed to him people! You do that, there are no churches?
- Churches? What is the church?
- Fuck! You know that even in God does not believe in?
- In God we trust! God is more, God is a state matter, but the churches ... what churches?
- Oh, God! Are you sick ... I really thought the ring was in the future, so here you are all better than us, it was. Progress, his mother, has not been canceled! But here! Okay ... not all at once! Later explained, if you have time.
Lisa straightened hair on his head, as if she were on her irritation was sure to lose. But it was pure feminine formality. The instinct of every woman, hands stretch themselves to the head. Her hair.
Palkin, calmed down a little, yet somehow insecure and confused said:
- Yes. Sure. Digress ... so, do you have an erection, and have the desire to drink. Clear all means ...
- What does it mean?! A guy that can not want to drink? - Outraged Lucinschi.
He looked suspiciously at her. The one bit of blame, explained:
- No, maybe ... but not so. And with the women you ... not. You even scared, I suspect.
Lucinschi shrugged and involuntarily glanced at his stomach:
- Well, yes, there is a little bit ...
Lisa nodded and sighed and said quietly:
- They are feeding you drugs special stimulating an erection and all that! Drugs are added to the food. In the cereal and drink.
Cyril bounced back a step:
- Me?! Stuffed! Why! - Cyril was stunned. - Why would they want me?
Palkin, sighed again, and taking Lucinschi from head to foot, stare sadly said:
- I do not know. But what about the booze ... You want to clean the liver slightly. Delete the code, as they say, weathered all the urine! That is ugly! - Lisa again knocked on the wall with his fist. - How did not I know that?!
Lucinschi first slowly sat back on the toilet seat, and then for a time, thought, suddenly jumped up and stood in Palkina behind his back, as if in a prison warden.
- I do not eat anything now or what? - Said Kirill. - Dying of hunger? Poison vipers! Walled demons! - Sadly joked Lucinschi and laughed softly.
- Demons? Are you talking about? - Lisa looked at him anxiously.
- Do not pay attention. This is so, one quote from the movie funny - hemmed Lucinschi. - So what do I do? A? Doctor?
Lisa sighed and said mysteriously:
- Do not even know. Is not, you just can not. Suspected cause. And I'm going to wear you can not. Hence, it is necessary to eat. But there is one thing, and you have to give me an answer now. I'll tell you something now, and you take a few minutes, just the time is no more. And decide what to do!
Lucinschi shook his head and said nothing.
Lisa saw it as a sign of his approval:
- That's what Cyril, you were so ... as they say. And the other way you do not. You still use them, as they say, to the destination. But, there is an option to help us as well. People who do not want, what would a secret drug that made you sleep ninety years and does not get old, fell into the hands of people like this here Turnova. So you have a chance to help normal people and to cooperate with us. But most importantly, fulfill the main condition. While you listen and do not interrupt. You are prepared for transportation to Moscow, probably tomorrow, maybe the day after the deadline, you will be sent by air to the capital and then ... then you will be engaged at all other professionals, people who vyzhmut of you all they want. But before you can still work, I and my boss - the chief doctor and the hospital is a very decent man. You can help me and him, and most importantly to help others and the common people!
Lucinschi waved nervously interrupted girl:
- What do you all abstraction and a talking nonsense! I do not understand! Bad people ... well ... who all want? And the main thing is that everything has to be, then? That is necessary, I do not understand what all the cheese is boron?
Lisa once again sat down next to Cyril and looking back at the door, quietly continued:
- You know, in our country, there is one, is the way I understand it, the main at this point, a state secret. And so, under the secret, or rather in this mystery, and you have got. You are a victim of a very important public interest. Not their fault of course. You have become the master key and the main trump card that's most of state secrets. The fact that a few years ago, or even decades ago, no one really knows, our country began secret experiments with the extension of human life. This state program top leaders of our country. So, there is a secret program in which, in the case of drug and method of prolonging life, to all who have earned and proven dedication to our country and his ideas will be allowed to take this drug and as they say ... get the path to immortality. But, even if not to immortality, by several centuries of life. But so far the results are not very good and this drug is proven and reliable, no. And there is, of course, some achievements, but they all pale before that's your unique case. You did not age for ninety years. You are currently almost eternal pattern of the future man! That's why around you and this is a mouse war. So, my boss, the head physician, there is a method - Lisa turned back and looked at the door.
She was visibly tense, I can even say scared. She was breathing heavily, as if raised with a huge backpack uphill.
Palkina looked into the eyes of Cyril and seemed to see in them a light support, quietly continued:
- However, this method will be more effective if you combine it with a drug that made you! That's it. But you need to know the exact formula of the drug, then you drank, long ago, at home! That's it! And for that you need to take with you, some tests! But it should be done as quickly as possible because, as you have, you know, taken away in Moscow and then ... Then all this will truly be a state secret and information will be available only to a narrow circle of people ... - Lisa sighed again and became very sad.
Lucinschi leaned back in his seat and closed his unusual eyes. Some inner emptiness and indifference to all hear now enveloped his mind. He was not surprised at what I heard. He suddenly realized that he is simply tired of all these strange and terrible news. He was tired of this truth and the truth of the future later life. But he, for some reason felt sorry for the girl now, which, like a drowning man clutching at straws clutched at him. Authorizing it so! He saw it. He, for some reason, unconditionally believe her! Why he did not know. Cyril, suddenly, somehow realized that he just does not want to upset her, breaking her faith.
- And that for this to me is needed? - Said the Lucinschi.
- I agree! I agree! That's it! Well, a little patience. We'll have to make you some operation, a small ...
- Operation? I hope that's not me sex change? - Sadly joked Cyril.
- No, no! - Lisa screamed and suddenly leaned forward and kissed the cheek of Cyril.
Lucinschi almost fell off the toilet of that kiss. Startled, he looked at the girl. And that as a happy grader rose to his full height and smiled and headed for the door. Pausing, she looked back and nodded and said softly:
- You are a real man Cyril. I know you will agree. Wait! After half an hour we'll be there. And try not to go to the bathroom now.
Cyril laughed.
He waved his hand and muttered to himself:
- These are the things that I was not only a matter of fact there is no way even to the toilet not. Well, no, we will not. What can you do ...





***

The general looked a little scared. He sat in his chair, as if the emperor had lost the crown. Once detached looked out the window and smoked a thick cigar. At times, holding brown cylinder to his lips, he delayed and puffing, blowing acrid thick smoke up.
Sykora waited. He knew that his boss, that he happened has happened is very serious and tragic. Lawrence V. dared to break this painful silence, knowing from experience that the general himself must go first to speak, then the voltage can be removed.
- Do you understand Lavrik, you know, they come with me. That's how they appreciated my work - sadly with the smoke exhaled general his offense.
Sikora involuntarily glanced at his fat neck. This time, surprisingly it was not the traditional red and a drop of sweat on the skin sloninoy generals, did not flow.
- And what happened? - Lawrence V. asked cautiously.
The general looked at his subordinate, and, after a pause, replied:
- They changed their mind. The lists realize they changed me quota.
- How is it?
General sighed again as the old behemoth, and boomed:
- And, just like that, their mother! That's it! Special report today, I came the answer. I made a request to the four! And they ...
- Wait. You're my wife included. Everything seems to be OK? - Surprised Sykora.
- Turn on something, I've included! OK! But the daughter and her husband? And here they are, then how? I and their ... - Lamented the general.
Sykora was surprised to look at his boss. One puzzled and perplexed. He saw before him this carcass in his general's uniform and could not squeeze out a single word. General waved and continued his confession.
- Why they are so limited, that damn list? Well, they were not clear that all of the Federal Reserve wants to take with them and their children? That for discrimination? A? I suppose you yourself, then take your ... Fuck! What do I tell my daughter, then ...
Sikora swallowed and somehow plaintive whisper
- They have very young people ...
The General looked at Lawrence in disbelief and asked:
- Do not you understand? What do you mean?
Sikora shrugged and somehow genuinely loudly and fiercely said:
- What are they to you? These same young people? They got married, had just finished university? They have a whole life ahead? Why do you have them in the list then? They will decide for themselves what they need ... when grow up ...
General paled in anger he threw a smoking cigar in the corner office. She flew overhead Sikora as stricken enemy airplane airship. Thick and chief growled like a bear comes out of his den after hibernation, and general rose slowly from his chair
- What are you? Sykora? I for my daughter! I though I would do! You're saying son of a bitch!
Lawrence V. slowly rose to his feet, too. And looking into the eyes of the chief, had to smile - sincerely and innocently.
- Understand Comrade General. I do not think your daughter is now on the list include. Need to be more wise. Now, what is it now? A young fool. No experience of life, or a woman's wisdom. But forty years, and will be at your, now years, it is ripe. You will then, as now the same age that you are losing? And by then, it may have, and for all the preparation will be available? A? To be available to all? A? In the meantime, let your daughter live a normal human life, without there experiments and injections. Without these passions here to eternity! You give her just enjoy life. And there, everything is ready, when the time comes. Rather it will solve itself. It will be better. And then here is the solution for it will take, and then it will reproach you ...
General buzzed like a spoiled samovar and nalivshis blood, becoming the color as perezhzhenny brick, once wild and terrible cough. He shook the walls of the power of their patients and the smoky light, probably more like flabby old sacks of bagpipes.
Lawrence bit scared. He imagined that now, at the general burst of tension veins, and the one hundred and fifty pound carcass crash here on the floor, twitching of a brain hemorrhage. But General grabbed a bottle of water table and filled the inner fire.
He's a little wet and his tie, shaking off a drop, kissed evil:
- Fuck. Sikora you fool! But, as I see it - a cunning idiot! You some kind, slippery as an eel, like a fool, and like as a cunning idiot. Do not understand! Son of a bitch!
General, even depicted on its tuberosity of the fat face, something like a smile and a flash of yellow stained teeth again collapsed into a chair, which if in pain and humiliation from his fat ass, not that creaked loudly, it's not moan.
- Yes, Laurence, you know how time persuaded to throw, so to speak, right bower. Yes, the school you still the same ... Now there is not enough. It is true, as you here me now mumbled ... and all - the same. Still, my decision is my decision! On this, our system is, and will stand. And if the decision is to cancel the colonel or major, then the system in one beautiful moment collapse. That's it.
- Yes, but if the solution is not true ... - Dial arrogance Sykora.
- But this is none of your damn business! You screw this system, that twist head up. That's it! And in the decision not to go!
Sikora sighed and smiled apologetically:
- Got it, so sure! I just have ...
- Well, what else? - Grated general displeasure.
- I just have to have your memo and encryption to the center. Of course, I could have it in the form of special importance and without you send, but in view of respect ... here's a show ...
Sykora gave the general a prepared paper. White sheet moved into thick nachalnichi hands.
The general, in silence, pulled from his breast pocket and hoisted their glasses on his nose. Stahl, frowning hard to read the document.
Sikora, waited. He could not help turning his head looking at the situation of the general's office. Big recliners in the corner. Huge soft leather sofa against the wall. A strange picture of the people in the form of standing at a table with a map. Who were the heroes, Sykora did not know, but I knew it was the general reason cherishes this picture. Cabinet with glass doors and books inside decor complemented absurdity of this vast and little luxurious study. Sikora sighed and looked at the ceiling. Strange bronze chandelier with white shades.
"I wonder how many bugs there is? Where all, here, in this shitty barn are bugs? And they are worth. And the pig knows exactly where they stand, and it certainly has some means of suppressing wiretaps if he so confidently tells me some revelation, it is either a fool to trust me. Or touches me the bait. That's bitch hog "- unkind thought about the chief Lawrence.
- I-at, well, you asshole Lavrik! I'll bitch ram's horn Bend! Bastard! That behind me to do? You're a beast of this method is that asshole Schuppa had known, knew and said nothing! E. .. - More general razrodilsya selective vile abuse.
His mate, was somehow seemed Sikora, wild and vulgar. He was not a didactic or judgmental curse, but was only the most squeamish slap General, in his reputation, because it forces the interlocutor stupidly despised man, so lets himself be expressed.
- You before you insult me so, listen - resentfully said Lawrence.
- I'll offend ... Blue ... your mother! You, then, under my monastery carts? - Buzzed General.
- Yes, what a monastery! You generally need to thank me just say that I held back this information! Then she sailed to Moscow. She swam to, I have no doubt, therefore, as you would do it there zapulili! So she swam off to Moscow and all! Schuppa we with you have not seen! He'd already been there and do not know. Would he continue to develop his own method. And so, so here it is this information, by the way, and we will serve at the right time, because, like, now I have the exact Schuppa first results and now we can do to Moscow and sent.
General puffed. He silently watched Sykora. He nodded his head and smiled sadly.
- I have some ideas that you like ...


***



This was probably the most enjoyable time of the last time.
Forgotten and so gratify taste.
Lucinschi closed his eyes with pleasure.
He heard the creak strained his jaw and the teeth cut into the juicy meat. Cyril, as he at least seemed to be listening to your body, like listening to a piano tuner. Lucinschi realized that he could not for a long time and so to control his body, but rather, and so enjoy it. He wanted, there ... chew food. And not just food, but good food. Cyril growled like a hungry cat after the March mating.
"And yet a man beast! He is not reasonable. His mind only in the fact that he realizes that he is an animal! Animal - with the instincts and weaknesses ordinary beast. Here, for example gluttony ... that's it, that's it doing to me! I am ready to fill the belly, I prepared to enjoy your guts that fatty food, uncontrollably! How little I have to! How little "- suddenly out of place, he thought, once again, glaring teeth into a piece of meat.
She waited.
She silently watched for his meal.
She was happy, so at least it seemed. Cyril, suddenly wanted, what would she also was pleased.
He nodded his head and chew loudly said:
- Listen, you can if you want, or whatever it is, rather, here you have? - Cyril appetite chewing a large piece of meat, and even a little satisfied grunting from severe burning and write.
He now and then dipping the bread in a bowl with a thick dark red sauce and also pushed the pieces into his mouth. When he could survive a dose, he enthusiastically and eagerly grabbed a big glass of dark beer and swallowed this smelly, smelling, for some reason, pine nuts, liquid.
The woman looked like a Greek woman, with satisfaction and some envy, looking at how the patient eats a huge stock of products.
There were vegetables and herbs. Of plates and cups made of porcelain was a bottle. It was a colorless liquid. Label on the bottle was missing.
Cyril, once again glotnuv beer, loud hiccupped and wiped greasy lips brush the top side, exclaimed:
- I suspect this is the vodka? - He nodded at the bottle.
- No, it chacha. This Georgian, first forcing ...
- Chacha? Hmm, it must try! - Cyril poured himself a large glass of the bottle contents.
He raised the pot to his mouth, and was about to drink, but grinned, glancing at the woman, commanding voice said:
- Svetlana! You, too, have a drink with me!
The woman was confused.
She shrugged and replied shyly:
- Actually, I do not drink ... I can not.
Kirill looked suspiciously at the "Greek woman."
- Do not ... That will not do! I insist! Drink!
- No ... I'm at work ... - Waved Svetlana.
- Drink! A scandal is pumped here and complain to you! In general, I will not cooperate with you! Drink!
- Why should you? It is very hard for me! I do not drink chacha! - Capricious, but sluggish Turnova protested.
She looked appreciatively at Lucinschi. He nodded his head and looked at the bottle.
He got out of bed and dangerously bent over the table:
- Are you a sucker keep me? - Cried Cyril.
- For what?
- Well, no matter ... - Stopped Lucinschi. - Did you think I'm such a simpleton? No! Drink! You show that it is not poisonous swill! Drink! Maybe you slipped something! - Cyril pushed the glass in the air side, Svetlana.
Turnova evil glanced at Cyril.
- Drink! - He insisted. - I'll be sure that you are here is not a mixture of anything to me! But I do know you!
Turnova lack of movement took the glass, and with a heavy sigh and fell his lips. She drank quietly and slowly, as if it were a regular water. When the glass was empty, the woman got out of the pocket of his coat and a handkerchief, soaked, red lipstick lips, smiled innocently.
- That's it! Now I do! I believe! - Cyril pleased sat back on the bed and winked at the woman.
She grinned.
Lucinschi waved
- That's how long ago! Now eat! Eat!
- No! - Emphatically snapped Turnova. - This is not funny! I mean, I just will not! The more meat! No! - Woman got up from her chair and bathrobe odernuv pointedly glanced at Cyril.
He realized that this time he did not convince the beauty, shrugged
- Well, as you want! Although I basically had enough! - Lucinschi reached for a glass of beer. - That's lunch! Seventy years or whatever I ate normal food! - Cyril slapped his belly. - Now I can sleep.
- No, before you sleep, you try on clothes that I brought you! - Commanding tone Turnova said.
Her voice sounded metal.
Cyril smiled and spread his hands
- Clothes? Hmm? Why? I won, got used to your pajamas ... - Muttered Lucinschi.
- Here, put it! - Svetlana lap Cyril threw a large plastic bag with clothes. - We agree! You do what I ask you! You will soon be a very important road trip ... - Mysteriously purred Svetlana.
Cyril, stood up and, glancing at Turnovo, angrily:
- Can you get out, and what I do not want to change clothes when you ...
- Hmm, you forget that I have seen you naked for more than a month ... - Turnova laughed.
- So, sleep, sleep is not ashamed - Cyril insisted.
- Well I turn my back ... - Turnova sighed and smiled.
Kirill looked at the package. Unfolding it, took out a white T-shirt, dark blue, similar to a police uniform shirt. However, instead of the shoulder straps were sewn here some thin orange stripes. Similar patches were on the breast pocket. The scope of this unusual "forms" were, as it turned out with the tunic and trousers similar to sports sweatshirts with zippers. Tunic and trousers were blue. On the right breast of his jacket was too orange stripe with a small black star. Three big letters "GDP" were embroidered with gold thread on the other side. On a small breast pocket.
Lucinschi jacket stared in amazement:
- What is it? What is this form of the Honduran national team?
- National what? - Asked in an offended tone Turnova.
- Honduras ... There is a ... rather, I do not know if there is now. But at least it was a country ...
- You will try? I'm waiting! - Angry Turnova.
Cyril sighed, handing over his pajamas, was naked.
He quickly pulled on his trousers and surprised chuckled
- T-shirt is, and shorts or briefs? I would do so, and must, in the pants to the skin go? - Lucinschi first donned a T-shirt, then the shirt.
Clothing, came at a time, and as it turned out, as if sewn on it. Cyril fairly chuckled, looking for good, okay sitting, strange "special form". Tunic, and he also drew a shrug, looked at the tur ... and, startled, his breath in surprise.
Woman in front of him was a perfect strip. She was smiling and having fun Luchinsky stared into his eyes. The one with his mouth open, he could not utter a word.
Turnova slowly moved toward Cyril, quietly muttering as he went:
- Cowards say you want to wear ... Briefs will be later ... as long as they are not needed.
Lucinschi felt his head spinning, and dry mouth. He stood like a monkey in front of a snake, not moving. His hands fell limply at his sides. Turnova slowly walked up to him and patted his chest first, her hand slipped on his trousers.
- Size, just in time ... but the clothing should be removed ... until ... do not have to knead it until ... - Svetlana persistently pulled off Cyril first coat, and then, slowly unbuttoning buttons, helped him remove his shirt.
Lucinschi obeyed.
Heartbeat echoed in his head. He closed his eyes. He suddenly felt somehow ashamed and embarrassed (about the feeling he had when, as a virgin first had intercourse with a girl) and at the same time embracing and irrepressible desire to touch Turnova seized all his muscles.
Cyril quietly groaned.
At that moment he felt a warm and slightly sweet lips Svetlana dug into his mouth. Cyril opened his eyes involuntarily grabbed the woman by the waist. One deft movement, pushed him on the bed. Lucinschi lost stability and collapsed on the bed. Svetlana fell on top of him and grabbed his neck demanding. Cyril started and abruptly tried to turn over, but could not. Turnova firmly held him in his arms. Cyril closed my eyes and decided not resist ....
- What is the capital ... ve ... ve ... PE? - He managed to whisper.
- The Supreme ... power ... governor ... - Hot and languid voice she replied.



Fifteen minutes later, they lay on the bed and somehow aloof looked at the ceiling. She and he, as if by agreement, not blinking and staring at the pale gray concrete, covered with a special emulsion paint. The House was intensely quiet. Only occasionally squeaked sensor equipment. Somewhere in the corner grunting conditioner, and a barely audible humming fan.
Did not want to move.
The woman put her hand limply over his face and Cyril, feeling her lips, said softly:
- It was very nice. Quite.
- You, why is ... - Forced a Cyril.
- Ah, come on ... same like you ... - She sniffed.
- I know you poured me a pathogen! - He muttered.
- It's for your own good ... functions of the body to be restored!
- You do not try your teeth, you know that, too, like what? Do not believe it!
- Why, you made me drink chacha?
- So it was in it?
- Yes ...
Cyril, he felt that he was drunk. His head began to spin again, like the first freshman in the life of a glass of cheap port. He so wanted her to be rude. He so wanted to tell her stuff ...
- Well, you're a bitch ... - He managed again from you.
- But do not ... oskroblyat - She is not offended, but said it has something to sneer in his voice.
- All the same bitch ... - He smiled.
- Yeah, sure, no cable! - She laughed and turned to the drive and determination, suddenly came over him again.
He tried to resist, but then I caught myself thinking that it is not necessary to do and he likes everything that is happening to him at that moment.
- Repeat the lesson of the first communication with the future! - She whispered mysteriously.
He was breathing heavily. His head was spinning, though, but it was kind of fun and exciting carousel. No thought but for a sense of ineffable bliss.
He clung to her and hung up ...


***



It is somewhere in the distance I heard sobbing. No, it was definitely a woman crying. Some quiet. Muted. Someone hold back, sobbing.
Woman, and then a deep sigh, squished nose. Crying, so wanted to cry, too. The feeling of a doomed despondency and hopelessness.
"How long have I cried? When I did cry? As a child? No, I cried when he got drunk after the army .... No, wait, I cried when I .... No, I do not remember when I cried. Can cry, how I want to cry. It's so cool to cry. Sob. Becomes easier, probably very become easier. No, cry, be sure to cry "- Cyril, suddenly woke up from his absurd and some crazy not that thoughts and statements.
It was a dream toli toli oblivion.
Nearby stood a girl. This was Lisa. Cyril felt her scent and smiled slightly, eyes still closed. He suddenly did not want to wake up at all, and here and lie in oblivion ...
"Maybe this is all a dream! Dream, everything like that, with me! I wake up and everything! This is over and I am back there, I again one! - Thought naively and ductile.
- Lisa ... are you? - Forced a Lucinschi.
But in response, he heard a sob. Cyril opened his eyes. She stood with downcast eyes, and wrote something in his notebook. She was looking at the instruments and quietly wept at it.
Lucinschi is not seen, but felt.
- Lisa, why are you crying? Did something happen?
In response to a sob again ...
Lucinschi sighed and jumped up on the bed. Finally let him sleep. He suddenly became aware that he had a hangover head ache ...
"What kind of forgotten feeling! How great it is, well, sick with a hangover ... I was sick for a long time "- suddenly he thought.
Drink! Thirsty! Lips like a dry sponge. Kirill, barely licked his lips. He looked at Lisa. The girl did not seem to notice him.
- Lisa, you can give me a drink.
- I'm not underlings. Nurse will come and - dry and rough she said.
- What sort of favor? - Surprised Cyril.
He suddenly frowned. He remembered. He suddenly realized that he was recently here on the bed making love with that. Beautiful a Greek ....
His head buzzed. It became a bit embarrassing and uncomfortable, and that if she did, she saw Lisa is on what may be the monitor ...
"This perverts! They then peep one another "- suddenly angry Cyril.
- And that's not good spy! - He said to her.
- Coward Snooping? Are you talking about? - She asked, offended.
She finally looked at him. Eyes full of reproach and despair.
- You're peeping at me? - Cyril nodded to monitors and devices.
- Hmm, need more! - She chuckled and lifted her nose. - You are just an empty talker! You promised me ...
- Well, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. She, she had me drunk ...
- That's it! I told you not to drink! I told you not to drink or eat or take anything from it! And you! You ruined everything! Are you drunk? You even remember what it was? That was when she was there you drunk?
- I do not, I do not remember - blushing lied Cyril. - I do not remember anything.
- That's bad! And here I do not know what she was doing there? What's going on here at all? I do not know! And it is dangerous!
- So you could not really see us? - Cyril asked hopefully.
- How can I watch for you? I have no tolerance for it! - Irritably waved girl.
- Ugh! - Cyril sighed with relief. - And here I thought I was ...
- What else do you think? You do, know how to think? - A reproach to his girlfriend.
Cyril found himself thinking that he felt better. He did not want that to Lisa knew about his affair with the joy of the boss office. In this compelling and burning "a Greek." He also suddenly also found myself thinking that involuntarily excited when I think of the woman. She, the "Greek", she is beautiful and so terrible in its assertive burning passion!
She is so mesmerizing and addicting!
No! No, not that! Do not have to think about it at this moment ...
He shuddered at the unexpected words.
- You understand that all messed up? - Recalled the girl herself.
Lucinschi sighed and, with her eyes on the floor, said apologetically:
- Well, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Well, I'm there ... you messed up
- You, you spoiled everything! We need to take you out of the puncture of the liver, now comes Schupp. Head doctor will come and everything! He will come and will not be able to do it! Can not! You, you're all messed up! And not just me! You all messed up! - She burst into tears.
Her shoulders shook. Cyril felt awkward. He was about to go up and hug her. Such as e calm but did not dare. He suddenly felt ashamed of it. Shy of their movements.
"Nonsense! I'm too shy woman! I messed up ... "- he thought.
At this point, the lock and entered the House of the little man. In his mind Cyril realized that it was the chief doctor. A man with a little gray beard and mustache, a bit like his history teacher. Then at school, quite a long time in a past life ... history teacher because he liked. He generally well liked history ....
If he knew, then that's how he gets into the bloody "history of the world!"
Or not get? Maybe all of this error may still have a chance to wake up ...
Maybe all this is a stupid and ridiculous farce ... Utopia? Phantasmagoria?
- What's going on? What the tears! - Very peaceful and even asked the head doctor of something fun.
Kirill looked at him expectantly. The man's face, such as the very radiated innocence and kindness.
Those eyes.
They are very clean as it seemed Luchinsky. Such a person can not lie.
- Well, what's the tears? - Schupp Palkina approached and hugged her shoulders.
The girl waved her hand and said resentfully:
- It's all over Michael Alfredovich! It's all over! We will not. They erased the code! They managed to drink it! Managed to enter the body alcohol, he drank alcohol and now his liver in all, struggling with the bloody booze, what's in his stomach. They erased the code ...
Schupp glanced suspiciously at Cyril. He lowered his eyes. Chief doctor sighed and quietly, such a father, muttered:
- Well, well! That's not all. That's not all. Simply, you just need to be postponed. Postpone the trial. And do it now, we just can not, there is no time. Let the way it is. On the contrary, so be it.
- What's that you say? - Hopefully exclaimed Lisa.
Schupp shrugged and somehow mysteriously, pressing his index finger to his chin, and said,
- I do not know. I do not know. But I think it's fate itself. No need to hurry. Do not.
- Something I do not understand you? - Lisa offended.
She wiped her eyes with a handkerchief, and now as a dissatisfied and demanded looked at his boss. Cyril had to smile, looking in turn at her.
- Just Lizonka, we need to gather. We have to go - Schupp smiled sadly.
- To go where? - Palkina confused.
But the chief doctor, if he had not heard her. He went to Cyril and unceremoniously expanding his eyes, peered at them, touching his fingers to his forehead and cheeks.
- What did she tell you? - Demanded Schupp, examining pupils in Lucinschi.
- She. She did ... - Cyril embarrassed.
- That's nothing! It does not hint at a trip?
- Hmm, she brought things to measure, I sewed some stupid things.
Schupp began his neck Lucinschi. He continued to consider it at the same time feel like a guinea Bat.
- What kind of things? Can you describe it?
- Yes ... dark blue shirt was. Pants with a blue tunic. On the right breast of his jacket was a small black patch with an asterisk or something. And for some stupid chest three big letters ...
Schupp nodded pretty head and Cyril patting on the back, with a heavy sigh, he said:
- RE, RE, PE?
- Well ... - Answered distractedly Lucinschi.
- Do you understand Lisa? - Smiled again Schupp.
Palkina helplessly sat on a chair that stood beside the bed. She pressed her hand to his lips and muttered softly:
- That right there? To him?!
- Yes, a girl, so ... but this is something to what I'm hinting ... - Satisfied tone Schupp said and turned and looked at Cyril. - And you my dear, my head does not hurt? How do you feel?
- Well, are you talking about everything you say? What's going on? - Outraged Lucinschi.
He flopped down on his bed and moody tone added:
- You here me at all, like a rabbit looking at something and decide? Maybe that's enough! Say, what's happening and where I was going to take?
- Going to take you towards your destiny and happiness. Get ready for the road, and stop worrying. You'll be all right. That's it! No need to worry. It is here we have to worry about. And you, what to worry about! - Somehow doomed already sad tone, said Schupp and too slowly sat down in one of the chairs.
Palkina looked at him a little bit frightened, it seemed like Cyril, still could not believe the words of the chief.
Girl swallowed and said softly:
- And we, we are also going directly to him?
- Hmm, sure, sure Liza! Definitely go! We can not go! I arranged everything! - Said Schupp, and getting up, like a student, a first grader for the door.
She turned and he stopped for a moment.
After a moment, somehow mysteriously added:
- Log in stories like this, this, believe me, it is not an earthly! No earthly! - Shouted Schupp.
He pulled the handle of the door and disappeared into the corridor. Cyril sat there and looked at the white box partitions. Lisa got up and went to bed. She thought, and in a strange way, as if the orchestra director waved over his head Kirill.
He looked up and said:
- Sorry, but I can actually better to abandon the trip. It's something I do not like. Why do you, well, excited and on the alert! A? This is dangerous! And anyway, what is this trip? To whom? You talk about a mysterious creature? About a demigod? Who is this?
Lisa did not answer immediately. She frowned and waved again funny, then sighed and patted Cyril's head, said quietly:
- I do not know what will happen to you, but what you will see the most important person, for sure.
- What is the main man?
- Supreme Ruler! You know you go to him. In our country, as usual, to whom give just such clothes that you described, then it will go to a meeting with a ruler!
- With the president of what? Hmm, so what?
- This is the supreme ruler. I do not know. He is a man if at all. But you see, it is in this country is everything! All understand!
Cyril thought. He became gloomy. He suddenly passionate and irresistible desire to smoke.
Smoking! Yes!
How could he forget, because you can relax here and so, inserting a stick in his mouth with tobacco.
Smoking! I'd like to smoke!
- Brad, any! You what's crazy! What is the supreme ruler! I'm scared! I'm afraid that you are like that, even talking about it! He is everything! How can he solve it! This is nonsense, nonsense any! Ruler! And if I refuse?
Lisa grinned and, again with a heavy sigh, quietly said:
- You can not. You can not refuse. But even in this case. Michael Alfredovich! He came up with! He decided something! He knows there is a way I do, I'm happy and I'm ready for anything! It's all nonsense! I am excited and ready! Michael Alfredovich! And he decided to come up with! - She murmured, as if being in oblivion, as if she were hypnotized.
- Lisa! I'm sick! I'm tired! I'm tired of secrets! I do not understand! What have you there? What a madhouse? Explain to me!
Lisa, like a slave in ancient Rome, fell to her knees and covered his mouth with his palm, fiercely whispered:
- Shut up, please, be quiet! You, you are the one, the man, and I'm a fool, do not believe ... You are! You just keep quiet! I beg you, I beg you! I beg you, please do what you ask! I will fulfill your every desire? Any! What you do not ask, do anything, but so far, so far only be silent! Keep quiet and do what you are asked to! I'll be there! I will not let you hurt, I'll give my life, that you are alive! But you, I beg you, do everything you asked for! So right!
- Lisa! Lisa! - Cyril scared.
He suddenly realized that she had gone mad. That it is not in itself. That her explicit hallucinations. But at this moment Palkina divorced his suspicions. She distinctly and clearly told him:
- You Cyril, happy person. And you have to make happy, and more! Only you! Now this sounds very strange. But believe me, I tell you the perfect truth, and is conscious of his own words. You all know. That's it! but not now! Not now! Now it's just dangerous!
Cyril blinked. He still seemed to be, or at least, like, whatever he thought it was a dream. He smoked cannabis, and he does it dreaming. All this is only hallucinations, his fantasies. His brain just comes up with this ridiculous story here. He only sleeps, sleeps nasty long ...
- Cyril, please! Please! You can do it just for the sake of people! - Lisa wailed softly and somehow doomed.
He looked at her from top to bottom, and with a smirk, and stroked her hair. He could not refuse her. I could not. That, at least, it seemed to him at that moment.



***



New clothes, looked not bad. Cyril was in agreement with this and saw themselves in the mirror. This is absurd on the face of dress is no longer seemed strange. He stood in the a large room, where in addition to easy chairs painting on the wall and two large mirrors nothing. Window with frosted glass overlooking a sun.
But it does not matter!
Most importantly, he was first taken out of the house and spent the long corridors brought over here! It was an unusual feeling. This trip, though under the supervision of two nurses, guards, burly fellow, with gorillas and cheekbones look hyenas are in white coats were like butchers pathologists from the district morgue.
But this is not upset by Kirill. He had been on! He could not move around the perimeter let spacious but a closed chamber, and the hallway to stairs and on the floor!
Cyril saw a really huge medical center, and as he went, he had to consider many ridiculous things.
Expanding corridors, oddly painted in blue and orange walls floors, once looked at the alien. Cyril even thought that he was going on the spaceship. And at the moment, he suddenly imagined that's how it looks, what may be a galactic spaceport unknown planet in the constellation Lyra.
And here is the room, apparently, there was some reception or special room for training. To prepare people to meet.
But to whom?
Cyril, again considering its image in the huge mirror, sighed heavily. He suddenly realized that on the other side looking at him. Yes, he suddenly felt a sense of what that side, the mirror reflects only the one hand, and on the other - it is regarded as a window. And he was right ....



- This son of a bitch, and caused a stir in the whole country? A? - Vile and somehow whimsical said the general.
His thick neck was again contrary prokryta droplets of sweat. Sikora frowned and sighed reluctantly answered
- Yes ... Comrade General. This guy is our heritage. And the universal value.
- This one khmyr? Hmm, I never thought it would be a world heritage guy with cute face gigolo sly and roguish eyes ....
- What can you do. Not always a historical figure fitting form ...
- It is you to whom at? - Rumbled ominously general.
- I, Hitler ...
- And-and-and ... and that there is Hitler?
- Well, that Hitler's face was not angry, as well, even a little silly ...
- Hmm ... Hitler .... Hitler ... I do not remember his mother ... what there is in his mug-it was .... Damn you! Nah ... me your Hitler! You start talking to me again teeth. What do you say about this type? What is it? Let us down? - General asked warily.
Sikora shrugged again involuntarily glanced at the general's sweaty neck. Hog again wiped his sweat. It is so disgusting ...
- Fail, will not fail ... We have no choice ... we do not replace it. So we can only hope.
- Hmm, that's what I do not like. I used to rely on myself ... Okay, there he behaved? He asks? Say what?
- Behaves normally. The other day, asked for a drink ... eat heartily. In general, a normal guy.
- A woman he did not ask? - Angrily general.
- Babu ... - Embarrassed Sykora.
Major sighed, shook his head, stealthily, glared at the general. Clenched his fist, and then built a fist of a fig, and hid it behind his back and said quietly:
- Babu ... until requested.
- Hmm, strange. So many years without a woman, and smoking? Smoking is requested? He smokes?
- Smoking ... not strange not ask. Does smoking, no, unknown. Although, according to the survey on the teeth, smoking. And for a long time. There are traces of tar. But maybe quit.
- You are, what he climbed into his mouth? Teeth look? - Surprised general.
- For so many years as he with us, not only in the mouth. In Jo ... Forgive and everywhere where it is possible. He's asleep. That's just an internal autopsy did not. And so, all the organs are scanned, all that is possible in it popped woven. In addition to the liver, the liver was dangerous to touch. So ...
- Well, you give. You will give in, not only in the ass ... you and climb into the soul! - Muttered the general.
- No soul ... this concept is prohibited. In our official ideology and domestic politics, at least - taunted boss Sykora.
The General looked at the Major, and shaking his head, made a bulldog face, spitting, waved
- Uh-uh, fuck you even though I do not lie about it! I, too righteous! Sam-I, I suppose, be baptized when I was going to report? Cross! Know the son of a bitch! All I know about you bastards! You will just give you the same! Bitches! Okay, motherfucker! Okay! Send a chat with the property of the republic!



Cyril tired to stand before a mirror and scratched his forehead, slowly walked to the window. Tapping a finger on the glass, he realized - the glass is likely armored. Lattices not. Then Lucinschi approached the chair and plopped down with all the fluff you a wide and soft seat. He put his feet up on the arm.
He sat there for five minutes. He's already got tired waiting for this uncertainty.
Why he was brought here? Who is coming?
"Hostage time. Victim of time. Strange. Many people dream of living like this without time. Do not pay attention to it. Do not know worries. Just like that exist to sleep, eat, drink ... and when so here comes all like and you do not need it all. Strange "- thought Cyril.
At that moment the door opened and two men came into the room: a short, frail little man and a hefty hog fat with fat neck and a huge belly. A short trotting alongside, and Cyril guessed it zhiryugi assistant. And that, in turn, was, rather, swam slowly and impressively. Cyril considered for upland blue tunic with embroidery in the form of arm-monograms, embroidery on lapels of gold interwoven in oak leaves. On the shoulders of a large gold epaulettes, with some ruby buttons. Tie, absurdly hugged sweaty neck. Shirt barely converged on the collar. Red face with warts. Bryuklye cheeks pustovato-white eyes gray tint of the cornea. Kind of a hog was nasty, but formidable. Cyril realized that some "big shot."
Lucinschi inadvertently swung his feet to the floor and sat down, as nashkodivshy student, bringing his knees and putting his hands on them.
He waited.
When the couple approached, small little man shouted:
- Go up in front of you special. General sovereignty. Comrade patent must curator rays. Oleg.
Cyril slowly stood up and shrugged.
General made a something on a smile and reaching out to Cyril, hugged him tightly and flourish. Then three times kissed on the lips, holding Lucinschi fetched. Cyril was disgusting. Sticky saliva left on the general's face. Lucinschi winced involuntarily. Meanwhile, General, did not pay any attention to it, and, seizing the hand of Cyril, began to shake him by the hand like a madman:
- Here, I see! I see the man ... uh-uh ...
- Cyril! - Squeaked under his arm prompted Sykora.
- Comrade Cyril! I see you are a true patriot! Real! Preserved, as they say! Saved!
Cyril had to smile and looked puzzled Sykora. He, like translating the general's nonsense, said:
- Special meant that you saved lives.
- Life? Whose? - Cyril was stunned.
The general smiled and barked;
- How whose Comrade Cyril? His! Their lives!
- His life? Yes, I ... I do not understand ...
- And here and do not understand anything! You are a true patriot! A true patriot of our republic! Our state! If, as it were, then, could not get old! Able to deliver, so to speak, all that the essence of our, that's to say, life is not aging! That's it! You are our heritage, so to speak! Real property and we are now all prove that here, we, we have this, which is to say, property! - Thundering bass general, holding the hand of Cyril.
He looked helplessly at Sykora.
Major sighed and smiled sadly and added:
- You Comrade Cyril, will now be able to help our country to develop some kind of program, and for that, of course you will get the most important privilege. You will be on full state support! That's what I wanted to say government representatives.
- You're willing comrade Cyril? - General and sternly asked, holding her hand, looked into the eyes of Luchinsky.
He realized that the hospitality and cordiality was gone. Hog turned into a monster in embroidered jackets.
- I agree ... - Forced a Cyril.
- That slavnenko. But before you hit the road, the road is very important, you will speak and give instructions! - Peacefully general added.
Hog smiled again and was a comely fat man in a jacket with stripes. He silently nodded Major and turned and slowly shuffled to the door. Watching the retreating silhouette, Cyril thought - You see, Comrade Cyril, everything is not so simple. It is very, very serious it! - Heard a voice Lucinschi with him.
He started and looked at his neighbor. Sykora was sitting on a chair, uncertainly one leg tucked under the other. Cyril shrugged
- You're me give instructions or tell your puzzle again. To me, they are already pretty bored.
Major sighed and continued:
- I'm tired of it too. But we have to. Work like that.
- Bad, you have a job. Who's the pig? Big shot? You named some of his regalia. I was amused. Nearly guffawed. What is there for such a position?
Sikora nodded his head and said:
- Soon you will not laugh. This, by the way, the most important person in the whole of Siberia. Beyond the Urals is not more important. That's it. And you want to laugh. No, really, please, hold back!
Kirill looked at Sykora. He smiled. Lucinschi frowned and asked,
- Listen, tell me honestly, what do you want me to inflict? On experiments in Moscow that if you are traveling.
Fimobschik smirked and looked away. He once looked at mysteriously opaque glass.
- Maybe the experiments. Call it so. But, in general, you will be working. Study, as they say, the phenomenon. But you do not worry, they are interested, you are healthy, so I will treasure it. That's it. Examine you will find out whether you can do with others what they have done to you.
- With me? Yes, I myself did, drank that Burda Koreans have it!
- Yes, we know this. Just do not know what you're drinking. And whether this drug also act on all the people? Or is it purely individual effect. That's it!
Cyril smiled, he looked at the door, then at the mirror and quietly, somehow zagovorcheski asked:
- Why do you need this? Well, damn it all you want? Especially at this level! ohrenet! Sam then your president is going to see me! The hell all of this? I, the astronaut, who returned from Mars or something? Do you have other problems not here?
- The fact of the matter is there. And, very much. But here we will deal with them with you, or rather your phenomenon. At least, we are going to do it. And this is very important. Here's how to solve another issue. And I do not know. And that no one knows. We all know that later. And you will find out later why all this is necessary. All you will see everything. And while I'm forced to instruct you. And this is very important. You have to listen to me and do not just listen and do for themselves some conclusions.
Cyril waved. He sighed, glancing at his badge on his chest, he asked:
- Hey, how you got there?
- Lawrence I. ...
- Bl ... gi ... Beria as ... you know that here - reserve historical shit? - Cyril angry.
- A young man tries to hold back, it will help you.
- Okay ... Lawrence ... V., what is this letter? That's all I forget the name.
- This designation, ve, ve, PE, the supreme power of the ruler. This name can be worn favorites. And no one in this country has the right to wear this here illegally marked. Moreover, those who have such a designation, he's a man of supreme power, which means that it must serve the higher state standard. That is, it is, on full state support. Here you are a young man, you are on full state support. That's it. That's what - the supreme power of the ruler!
- Yes, so I took a sip of your full state support.
- Well, well, - smiled cynically Sykora. We just continue this theme. A person who has received a monogram, be sure to meet, or to meet with the supreme rulers of the country. He is sure to pass. Therefore, and you ...
- And that's a joy to me, this is prepared.
- Yes, for you and deliver it to Moscow. But, before you pass the special control, I have to instruct you. You do not have to start special monitoring to talk to anyone and no one to talk to. You must be silent. And you will have to take an oath of allegiance before the meeting.
- Yes, damn it, what the fuck? What a fucked ... - Cyril, suddenly began to swear with the frenzy that even his own, a little scared.
He used to be on my own such nasty words never heard before. And then, there's so razrodilsya ...
- You calmed down - after a couple of seconds, then said quietly matershinnogo monologue Sykora.
- Oh you! You, what's gone mad! What else there Allegiance? What other quarantine virginity? You what?!
- Do you want to continue living like now - a normal person? A?
- Meaning?
- Simply, I must warn you. What if in the future for you, see, that's the same aggression, and there, in Moscow, in contrast to us, will not stand on ceremony. And just to tranquilize you special agent. And will you, as a test subject sample split into pieces. You be allowed to experiment on pieces. Liver separately, kidneys separately and so on. The brain in a jar and a chemical analysis. Do you? No problem! - Calmly fimobschik tale.
He is cold and cruel smile. Cyril felt that this man was not joking. But for the faithful asked:
- Are you serious? You know what scares you?
- No, the whole truth ...
- But why? what is all this necessary? You know why, I was pouncing?
- But how do you not understand? You are the only person on earth who slept ninety years and older! More! You are now the body seems to be younger than it should be for your age. This is a phenomenon and a mystery that will want to know our scientists and most importantly, you want to know our supreme ruler.
- Damn, with scientists all clear. But why, why did the governor know this? A? I do not understand?
- Cyril. You have been warned. Now my job is to conduct a briefing with you about your road. That's it! Just spend with you instructing. You have to listen and take an oath to observe. That's all. And then it is all depends on you. You are farther learn. So to me, or to instruct you to ask questions, which I still can not answer?
Cyril frowned, he looked at this strange and slippery man. He did not find his face no emotion. No hint hint. Lucinschi sighed and nodded his head, said:
- Well, there you have a guide?
Sikora smiled and took out from behind the purple folder and handed it to Cyril.
- This is where the paper you must first sign up. It is this ...



***



All night he did not sleep. He did not sleep a wink. He did not eat in the evening, had no appetite. He tried to force myself to sleep, but could not. He came to mind painful thoughts. Cyril somehow in those long hours of the night, which lasted an eternity, really wanted to whom or whether to communicate. He even called the nurse on duty and required it to "bring him vodka." But the girl, after hearing his request, left and never returned. How he did not press the call button, no one else did not come to him.
He felt that he was being watched and does not intend to respond to his signals. It is maddening. It angered him, but in the end, he realized that he could not do anything.
He lay in the clothes, eyes closed.
Twilight in the House supported the standby, low light red lamp.
Cyril lay with the dull light of the aggressive and thought ... thought ... thought ...
He suddenly wanted to see this girl.
With Lisa.
He remembered her face.
Cyril smiled. He wanted to feel the smell of her hair. Then Lucinschi tried to remember their women, their favorite women from the "past life", but no one but Kate, the wife of actor drama theater, could not remember.
Katya, all the time he remembered somehow stripped and moaning loudly. He wanted and tried to remember, she says, she laughs, she cries, or upset, but could not.
Only moans. Some trite and repetitive.
Then he came to mind for some reason the image of the - large and absurd general, with a ridiculous position. Then he saw the silhouette of a strange man in a red coat. Cyril, suddenly realized that this is the supreme ruler.
He wanted to take a closer look ... and woke up.
He was awakened by a sharp contradiction of white light. Assertive from squeaking sound. Next to his bed were two orderlies with bull mugs and hefty gorilla arms.
They watched Lucinschi slowly and reluctantly got out of bed and showed his appearance that he needs to get ready.
Cyril reluctantly went to the bathroom and brush your teeth, wash thoroughly. He wanted to take a shower, but was too lazy, and ashamed of these eerie men in white coats.
After five minutes in the house to Cyril rolled a cart with breakfast. Surprisingly, today it was unusually delicious. Bacon and eggs. Tomatoes and a mug of good black coffee with sugar. Cyril gladly eats these dishes:
- That's how ever! And something, porridge your tired ... - He growled, chewing food.
When breakfast was almost eaten by the House went Sykora. He smiled warmly and said:
- Good morning. And here this day, it should, you will be remembered and, in general, probably will be the most important day of your life. There is probably still one of the most important. Because, as the most important, maybe tomorrow!
Cyril wiped greasy lips with a napkin. Sipped coffee and indecent otrygnuv capriciously said
- Yeah! Every day, there you have it is important! Or tomorrow comes? Where I've already heard or read. And in general! The most important and nasty day is a day when I drank that stuff Korean.
- Maybe. But the day it will not be nasty.
- You think so? - Cyril, stood up, went over to the Major, stared at him. Fimobschik looked away, turned away and said quietly:
- I think Cyril, you are taken too critical.
- And I do not think so.
- Well, well. Will not start. I have come to accompany you on the road. But before we leave the room and go to the airport. Once again, I have to remind you that you are on the road do not have no one to talk to. Though of course you are unlikely to be so that's a possibility, but still, just in case I again warn you.
Cyril chuckled and waved his hand and threw:
- Yes understood, I understood. Let's really commit your fascinating journey.
- Good! - Sikora said happily.
He walked over to the bed and pressed the call button personnel. After a moment in the House, there are two people. This was a strange man, dressed in a simple and austere gray suits. White shirts with green ties and highly polished shoes. The faces are no emotions. Similar expressions haircut and eyes.
Cyril grunted and groaned:
- Ah, it would have seen all of my out of the newspaper would not believe ...
Sykora was about to ask something, but changed his mind and turned to escort and loudly ordered:
- So, spend zero to ninety-eight bus. Normative support three. And that would accurately and all the decorum. And while I'll go, I'll take your things. All forward.
- So ... I even have a number. I see ... - Cyril sighed.
- It had to be, - muttered apologetically Sikora, he realized that he made a mistake.
- I wonder who was classified as zero ninety-seven? And, what happened to him? - Quipped Lucinschi.
He said that Major twitched.
- It's a state secret. These are the questions you will not get an answer. Better let's think about yourself and the upcoming road.
- Oh, on the road? Well, well ... think about it. And I do that, too, like this go? The clothes without a suitcase? There are no accessories with it?
- What other accessories? - Do not understand Sykora.
- Well, there's a toothbrush, toothpaste and a towel on the road?
- Ah, well, it's all get on the ground. You're in full gosobespechenii - cheerfully replied the major, and left the chamber.
Cyril, take a breath and headed for the door, too. But one of the guards stopped him, resting his hand on the chest Lucinschi. Second meanwhile went into the corridor. And only after that mate nodded, pointing to Cyril output.
They walked down the long corridors of the medical center and depressing. A couple of times riding the elevator alone and in dead silence. Cyril knew that his conduct some roundabout way, because they are not in the corridors met neither the patients nor staff. Journey to the special hospital took about ten minutes. Finally, he was taken to a small narrow hallway that ran into the iron door, the guards brought Cyril and forced it to turn away. While one of the guards to open the lock, Cyril had to consider somewhere in the corridor silhouette overweight women. She bowed, rubbing with a rag mop the floor.
"Twenty-first century, and the floors are washed, as in the nineteenth. Mankind is regressing? Perhaps "- thought bitterly Cyril.
A cleaner washing the floor hard without looking up. Perhaps User cleaning of the premises, forbade her to do that ...
The lock clicked. Cyril turned. The door opened and ... the sun, the bright sun and relentless rezanulo striped opening. Lucinschi stepped forward. The guard tried to block his way, but Cyril pushed him and walked out. It's a weird and absurd sense!
Fresh air!
Cheeks burned unusually sunny, real sunlight!
What bliss, like nostrils draw fresh air!
Beauty!
Cyril blinked pleasure.
This is for you, not artificially filtered stream of air conditioner.
No!
This is not an artificial dead-dim light of day light!
No!
It is the will, the will of life!
How, he was not in the fresh air? Eternity! For ages!
"Maybe that's because the baby feels when emerging from the womb! When he first saw the light of the earth! When feeling self-fresh breath of life! No, it definitely is! This is felt by all people at birth! Just then they forget these moments! They have not yet developed the brain stores information for sure, but can not withdraw or delay in the available adult, memory "- their own thoughts came to mind.
- Please go to the car! - Metal baritone voice sounded guard.
Cyril felt that someone had taken his arm. This steel grip ...
- Walk in the car! - Insisted escort.
- Let stand up! - Cyril growled unfamiliar voice.
Lucinschi was not paying attention to what was happening around. Faint breeze chilled and refreshed skin. So wanted to scream. Cyril scored in light air. But, at the last moment changed his mind. He just like opening a safety valve on the boiler - lowered blood pressure.
Quietly and slowly whistled lips.
- Beauty - he whispered. As there, classic beauty will save the world! That's right. But here's mother stand ... I have a slightly different ... It would be better all over. I do not want ... - Mysterious, barely audible, her lips were moving, making sounds half dead.
He opened his eyes. And here it hard reality. Before him stood a green van, and the car only deaf high fence. Just like in prison. On board the bus big red bar with white letters:
"Operational service of the republic"

Cyril, sighed and smiled sadly. One of the guards repeated orders toli toli request:
- Come on, we do not have time.
Cyril went to the open door and ducked inside. After the bright sun, shade windowless room blinded. Had to get used to the darkness. While Cyril ter hand over his eyes. The car started up and drove off. Someone helped Luchinsky sit on a free armchair.
When Cyril was to distinguish objects, he looked around. Close box, but comfortably decorated. Around the leather and metal. Three large armchairs. At the end of the stand attached two video monitor, and under them some equipment. Cyril was scratching my head and saw him sitting next to none other, and Sykora. He was smiling. Mayor likely to bus came short and open way than they escort - went through the corridors and byways.
- Are you comfortable? - Asked fimobschik.
- Yes, - said Kirill. - Where are we going?
- At the airport.
- Why no windows?
- And why should they?
- Well, I wanted to see the city ...
- Yes, there's no good, the city as a city - sadly replied the major.
- Do you own something, does not think so live? - Cyril grinned. - You live like this here, coach. Cell skin and telekormushkoy.
- No. Used to. And you are not disgusted with us like this? Or do you have a choice? - Maliciously teased Sykora.
- And I hate. Therefore, we are there, then, from this, and all escaped. In the past. And you can see again.
- Do not fuck you do not get rid of! - Somehow fimobschik angrily and turned away.
Cyril decided not to take him with questions, feeling angered its curator.
The airport reached twenty minutes, Cyril even heard while driving the driver includes a siren. From this bus a little shaky. And generally had a decent speed and very chatted. A couple of times strongly bounced over the potholes. Cyril knew that the road to the future is very similar to the road today.
Who would doubt ....
- Fools and roads ... toli fools do these roads, felts from driving on these roads, people in this country are suffering fools ... Oh Rosseya ... two evils, and the problems of three ... laziness and cowardice of envy ... - Muttered to himself Cyril.
The bus stopped, and it was a little uncomfortable. Somewhere near Cyril heard a noise. Yes, it was the aircraft engines. Characteristic squeak. And the smell, the smell of jet fuel. This luscious acidic. Cyril remembered it from my childhood, when flying on every vacation to his grandmother in Kemerovo.
The door opened, and the sound broke into the salon. You can go. The guards left the first bus and stood like a guard of honor, on concrete slabs. Cyril went out and closed his eyes, the sun is once again forced to squeeze ever. Wind again pleasantly refreshed skin.
They were right on the airfield. Very close there was a huge transport aircraft, as understood by his coloring Cyril, was a military plane. Dark green sides and only three yellow monogram known to the letters on the tail and fuselage. Engines like wild forest wasps nest hanging from the wings and food in anticipation of the flight.
Cyril turned around there for a minibus in which he was taken, there were two more cars - cars. What brand is unknown. Lucinschi in his former life of such models is not seen. The cars were black with dark windows. Who is sitting in them was considered impossible. In the distance was a chain, perhaps, a platoon of soldiers. It was clear from the silhouettes - people on the breast, sticking sticks likely machines toli toli guns. Cordon was thirty meters from the plane. And very far away, somewhere about two kilometers, stood beside him, and forest structure with some fanciful turrets on top. This must have been building and airport terminals. But something to consider at that distance, it was nearly impossible. Near the airport a few shining silver cigar aircraft. Also heard the roar of engines. Cyril turned the other way, but to consider the landscape then it was too late. Him under the arms seized the guards, and led to the aircraft.
Instead of a small iron ladder ladder with handrail and there is an open door to the salon. Inside, it was very spacious. Transportation belly of this huge ship, most likely was intended for a volume of military equipment. But here, the aircraft adapted for special operations. Midst of the womb, place something on the similarity of the construction trailer. True its walls were made of plastic blocks and the huge glass windows. A kind of - a large aquarium, with a sofa and chair in the middle. Also close by was a table and on it could see some bottles and glasses. Cyril realized - this glass box designed for it. And it did. Lucinschi brought to the aquarium, and opened the door - and the glass too much. Joining him in this glass box that's entered and Sikora, he sat down on the sofa, and Cyril waved to a chair. Luchinskty sighed and threw off his coat and sat down in a comfortable seat. He was surprised to find that the seat, as expected for an aircraft equipped with conventional belts pristezhnymi
- It is necessary to buckle up. Now we are going to take off - carefully said Sykora.
The guards remained outside the tank and closed the door, sat down next to a glass box ladders chairs. When the door to their glass packaging closed, was unusually quiet for the aircraft. Cyril even heard breathing sitting on the couch next to Sykora.
- What is a quarantine? A?
- This cube security, besides that it isolates us from the world of smells and sounds, he also self-contained pressure and safety in flight. Also suppresses background noise - said fimobschik.
- And writes everything that we're talking about. And listening ... ha ... ha ... - Cyril grinned.
- Not without it. But I warned you before the flight.
Cyril did not answer. Suddenly he was surprised to see that the plane going up and the other passengers of this extraordinary journey. Two women and three men entered the ramp and slowly passed, went to the starboard side and sat on folding seats, which are commonly used, or Marines, or the crew of military vehicles that carry on like a big pot-bellied planes.
Cyril with surprise, dismay and saw some interest that the two women is his familiar, in fact very close friends. The first was the most pressing Greek, department head and beautiful woman, Svetlana. The second was Lisa Palkina. Both were dressed in the same red suit with blue stars on his chest. One of the men was Michael Alfredovich - chief doctor of the hospital natured little man with a gray beard. The other two men were not familiar with Cyril.
Unlike Svetlana and Lisa male passengers were dressed in yellow suits. But blue stars also graced the left breast. Passengers were seated right in front of the glass cube, where the Cyril with Sikora.
Lucinschi involuntarily looked alternately: what on Svetlana ; is at Lisa. Svetlana, languidly, but secretly and fleeting smile, and turned away, as if he knew Cyril did. She showed her view that "it is not necessary now to give rise to others discuss their contact. In general it is better to make sure that they were all in the dark. " Lisa, by contrast, was smiling and friendly, his eyes staring at Lucinschi. She even gave him some signs with his fingers. But Cyril, because the lighting behind the glass cube, it was much darker, could not read the signals.
A few minutes later the engine started to gain momentum. Battened down the hatch and ran for taxiing aircraft. Then the "whopper" stopped and slowly turned around, I felt Cyril stopped and picking up a trembling wild force to leap into the sky. Suddenly fell down and headed for the runway.
Cyril, frightened.
He had not flown, and although he was not afraid of flying, this time, this procedure take-off, it has caused a feeling of uncertainty in engineering.
"Who knows how many times this coffin, rising air? And suddenly refused engines and then, and then what? "- Thought occurred.
However, the plane left the ground safely banked sharply to the tail and steadily gained height, lay down on the right wing. Then the engines have become quieter and monotony. Cyril knew that the course taken and left to wait.
Lucinschi suddenly wanted to sleep. Threw back his head and closed his eyes and tried to sleep. But tormented ten minutes, I could not do it. Shaking his head, he looked at Sikora and asked:
And how to fly to Moscow?
- It's a state secret ... - Somehow frightened fimobschik said.
Kirill looked at him and waved his hand and said:
Come on, four hours, if the rate under our nine hundred miles an hour would be. Of course if you fly faster ...
And Cyril was wrong. Ten minutes later, he heard a loud bang. And about two hours later, the plane suddenly I fell down. Engines dramatically slow down and ears laid. Ship began to decline on the landing approach.
Kirill looked surprised Sikora:
- So, you're more than six strides to give such a garbage? Well, you give! Not all here yet you rotten! Well done ...
Cyril suddenly became fun. He cheered up. Still, what a no-update. And do not sit alone in a closed room. And then, after all, Moscow ... I wonder what it is at the end of the twenty-first century? Moscow ... Every person on this name in its own image representation. But everyone who says the word "Moscow", unwittingly imply - the capital.
Passengers scurried and got ready to go out. They are anxiously trying to see something of the porthole. Peered into the round windows. Cyril smiled - people are always fussing is not the case. What is the use ahead of time to look, if anything, can be considered through this small window.
When one of the crew opened the door to the cabin went three men in a dark blue uniform. Orange caps on their heads. These three young man carefully examined something in the documents of the passengers, then perekinuvshis them, nodded a few words to the output. People obediently stood up and moved toward the door. Lisa on the move once again looked at the Cyril and smiled at him. But Svetlana was sullen and his head down, which only looked at his feet.
A trio in orange forage caps went to the glass cube. Sykora jumped and went to the transparent door, prepared a folder with documents. High of oranzhepilotochnikov with stripes on his sleeve in the form of a swallow suspiciously looked first at Lawrence Ivanovic, Cyril and then buried in a document, read into the record.
Then the unexpected happened - the three of them stood up, both to attention and saluted by directing their attention to Lucinschi. Cyril shuddered. Sikora also stood a little puzzled, he smiled apologetically and eyes showed that Cyril need to go out and go down the ladder. Lucinschi shrugged and headed for the door. The soldiers walked behind. When Cyril stepped onto the ladder, he saw near the iron stairs are three other people in the same form. They also stretched to attention in the attitude still.
Luchisnky sighed and went downstairs. But it's more disappointed. He had not been able to consider other than a blank wall and a big black car with dark windows. Cyril dug back door. He did so, he had to do?
But to go to a luxury like a rare, apparently - government limo did not take long. Only a few meters from the concrete edge of the field and that's airfield. Here begins a mixed forest of firs, birches and aspens, which inconspicuously hiding low one-story house of blue bricks and a green roof. Large dark windows and a neat path of yellow pavement leading to the door. She is standing on guard, two soldiers in dark blue uniforms and orange cap.
Again usluzhivaya and aggressively insistent courtesy escorts. By the way the car drove Cyril completely alone. True, he did not see - who was sitting in the front seat and the driver's seat. This part of the passenger compartment has been separated hollow wall. Cyril, sighed and walked out of the limo. Corner of his eye he saw that behind them rode a black minivan, from which came Sikora and two other men in civilian clothes.
- I ask you - somewhere the voice behind him.
Lucinschi walked up the path to the house. So he obligingly opened the door. In lobbies cozy. Two large armchairs and a sofa. On the wall, some pictures. In the corner of a large door with glass. In one of the chairs sits a man in a black civil suit. White shirt, dark blue tie. He looks like a funeral home representative. Cute mug Grease and slicked hair. Eyes peering closely at a party. Cyril had to smile.
- Hello Cyril, I Secretary to the Government of the Republic Brodsky. I will accompany you on the road to Moscow and the Kremlin.
- Hello, we have that right to the Kremlin? - Surprised Cyril.
- Hmm, of course, but the wait? - Smiled Brodsky. - Come on. We wait - Secretary indicated a large door in the corner.
 Cyril shrugged his shoulders and went to a man in a black suit. Behind him walked Sikora and two other types in civilian clothes. Cyril the door for a surprise.
It was not a room, and the entrance to the cave. Rather the entrance to the subway. Yes, right in the corner of this room there was a tunnel to the escalator - ordinary escalator with stairs that go down into the ground. However, from the traditional escalator in the Moscow metro is different sizes. He was much narrower. Arch tunnel almost too hung over his head. When they reached the stairs - the revived and buzzed began its slow movement. The steps came down. Dim lights, like little beacons, melted somewhere at the bottom, in the shadows slant tunnel.
Cyril hesitantly stepped onto the escalator and took the moving parallel staircase handrail. All the usual, as if you're in a city subway. And at the same time, some kind of mystery and strangeness of the moment.
Right from the airfield - branch subway!
"So they have solved the problem with traffic jams in Moscow. Understandable, and probably safe - go by train through the tunnel. No tuples and special flashers "- thought Cyril.
Secret special station was very modest in decoration. No you with marble columns and ceiling moldings. All, as a bomb shelter. Concrete vaults and dim lamp shades made of lattice dragged to them. Platform is also very small and short, in his tracks, is an unusual kind of metro-rail. This is similar to the subway car, but much shorter and the seat in the metro-rail car, not the windows backs to the windows, and as the bus. The seats are soft, they are about twelve.
Cyril cautiously entered the car and saw that the floor is covered in it covered. On one of the seats are overweight stern man, on his nose glasses sparkled in the fine gold. The stranger looked curious look Cyril and nodded at the chair next to him:
- Sit down, comrade Cyril - low baritone he growled.
Lucinschi sighed and sat next to a fat guy. Accompanying his entourage sat in the other chair.
The car shook, the doors hissed and moved, the jaws of a giant lizard. After a moment, swept across the trolley tracks. Throw on a rolling trolley rails from side to side. Gnashing of metal on metal and the creak of the wheels on the joints was given in a vacuum tunnel. A searchlight lit up the dark space smelling of damp and mold. Travel speed elektrovagonchika was high. Dim lights, rarely hanging on the concrete walls, measure mileage way. But familiar to ordinary city subway noise, there was no - apparently in special trolley established a good sound insulation. so you can talk without raising your voice.
Severe fat man with spectacles on nose said grimly:
- That's what Comrade Cyril. Now you pass the test, how come. Here, there is nothing surprised. You will then be fed. Need to eat, because after that it will be very important and vital for you to meet.
Cyril sighed and grunted, looked out the window. There, behind the glass, except for the gray walls, hung with garlands of lights, which raced along at a speed of the car, there was nothing. Window, in fact, from the darkness outside, turned into such things - a bad mirror. In the glass reflects the interior of the car speeding along the rails.
Lucinschi scratched his forehead and said:
- You're taking me to your president?
The fat man looked displeased at him and growled:
- Can you say so. Can you name this and that. While this is not quite true.
- As it is, you say? And you can not tell me? What, after all, a secret?
- Get used to Cyril. And yet it would be. I can not tell you, talking all our plans. That is the instruction.
- To hell with the instructions! And what else do I have to have you here to be surprised?
- Yes, anything you should not be surprised. In general poumerte fervor. I advise you for your own good - and the fat man angrily replied ominously flashed glass of his spectacles.
Cyril turned away and stared again into the dark mirror of the window. He realized, to find out something this man is ridiculous. Therefore it is better to keep quiet and wait ... wait ...
"The death! How ridiculous. People all the time living in anticipation of death. It's disgusting and like boring. And that's what. I am, as they say around me, not old. I do not expect death. But then, why should I wait for something? Interestingly, as if they could have, it is true, that's killed? Just to interrupt my immortal life as they say? "
The car was shaking at the joints. They drove for quite some time. Cyril, recalled how he was in his youth, arriving in "Domodedovo", reached the first station of the same name and was going to Moscow, to the center by metro. He was riding a very long time ... almost, as it is now.
The car then swerved sharply then again, picking up speed, flying in a straight line. At times in the distance flashed some bright lights. Then it seemed that the branch of the super-secret tunnel intersects with the usual urban metro lines and somewhere in the distance, lights flickering conventional stations, conventional platforms, which are waiting for his train ordinary people ...
But it was in the distance, almost in a parallel world. That, at least, seemed to Cyril. The road began to bore and bore. Cyril sighed and was about to ask, in your secret fat neighbor when they come? But before he could do it.
The car started to jam on the brakes and finally, trolley, flew out of the dark tunnel on the hallowed small platform. The rate has fallen sharply, and Cyril was nearly poked his nose in vperedistoyaschego seat. Finally the car stopped, and seemed dead whale was quiet and only gave up the ghost, compressed air hissed and opened her womb. Doors opened. Accompanying the soldiers and some lackeys in plainclothes jumped and spilled onto the platform. Then they waited a few more people, all of them, forming a corridor, lined up on both sides. For that's the avenue of human bodies and passed Cyril and his new companion - an overweight fat man in a gold frame on the nose. They were trotting another attendant, the same man who at the end of this secret subway line, introduced by the Government - Brodsky.
Cyril brought to the edge of the platform. This was a wall with some chic color panels on it. On the panel was portrayed a man who was holding a baby girl. A drawn-looking man was sixty years old, bald, with a pointed nose, some funny, he picturesquely pyalil their eyes on the people ... located on the platform.
At least, so it seemed.
And in general this special platform in contrast to what was at the airport, was decorated very expensive. White marble and red granite. Gold rims on the columns. Gold trim handles and handrails. By the way, painted on the wall of a man, too, if he were trimmed in gold. Cyril was surprised considering the unusual decoration little special secret subway station. It was brought to a very inconspicuous door in the wall. The door was oak Toli Toli made more out of some expensive wood. It automatically parted, letting people into another room. Then Cyril saw before them transparent doors of the elevator car. They also opened, as if inviting pass into the lift.
Lucinschi puzzled stopped, but the fat man teased him by the arm and almost muffled ordered:
- Go in bold ...
Lucinschi involuntarily took a step. They were in the car. The fat man, Brodsky and Cyril. Slight buzz and box sped up. By the way the glass doors were original - they allow you to see at what rate, elevator moves in the mine. Cyril in mind figured while they were climbing, the cabin was a distance of about a hundred meters. Deep bedding was on a secret branch of Metro.
- Well, when we go to the Kremlin? - Mustered the nerve and asked Cyril disgust at fat.
At this point, cab stopped and the doors opened, inviting them to come out.
- And we are already in the Kremlin, as it were, in the heart of our republic! - Fat and grunted, pushing Cyril to the door, shouted. - Please!
Cyril surprised and at the same time somehow cautiously looking around the room. It was a large hall with a high ceiling and expensive finish of the walls. Huge double doors howled out of it in three ways. Side a large window.
Lucinschi with some unexpected gust of fear looked into it ...
Behind the glass landscape that can prividetsya only dream!
Or could it be shown in what or whether the film.
Yellow wall of a building with white columns, a narrow part of the road is covered with stone blocks a small lawn and a wall, high brick red wall with a strikingly familiar to the pain teeth loopholes. This comb with elevations in the form of the letter "M". Spasskaya Tower in the distance with chimes on each side and a star on top.
Kremlin!
This Kremlin!
This is the same, the mysterious castle of Russian, Soviet and Russian power! Here he is outside the window!
They are, however, within the power of the castle!
This symbol of greatness and fear millennial history of his country!
Kremlin ... this is not a dream. They are in the Kremlin.
Lucinschi inadvertently swallowed. The fat man, seeing this, grinned
- Well, Comrade Cyril. No mystery. Everything is real.
- So the subway directly to the Kremlin? - Forced a startled Cyril.
- Yeah ... and now go here with Brodsky. He will take you to one of the reception rooms of our ruler. There, a small procedure, and then have lunch. Well, and then, and then, you know.
The fat man waved standing next to Brodsky Cyril and turned walked along a wide corridor to one of the huge doors.
Lucinschi looked at Secretary to the Government, and whispered:
- And this guy? Who is he?
Brodsky sighed and shrugged, somehow cautiously replied:
- This is not a man. This is Pavel Egorovich Bunin. The second person in our state! This is the first deputy supreme ruler! He, he, at times here, greatest of himself! And now let's go! - Brodsky nodded at one of the doors.
- Yeah ... not a man and not a woman like that. Solid lumps. Here, you, the toilet-that is? Or your bumps do not go to shit? - Angrily muttered Cyril. - And, I need to have ...
- Send in the waiting room, there is everything. Even if you have a medical office ... and what happened there! - Smiled Brodsky.
They moved to the door, which was opposite, for which a solution Bunin.
The corridors of the Kremlin.
That's what it is.
No, this is not just a room, not everything is saturated power! Notion of power! Each step here if the history! Albeit obscure and unimportant. But the story. Here, the man is not a man like that. Here people, only as part of the interior decoration part of some secret, that's the house, building an ensemble called the Kremlin. The Kremlin, the strange sound of the words, such as not very significant, but what is capacious! for a Russian word Kremlin magical. It is fascinating and frightening, it elevates and lowers to sleep!
The Kremlin, Cyril walked through the corridors of the Kremlin! Feeling, a feeling of unreality. Maybe this is not life, so moving to another dimension? Maybe this is the way a real eternity?
But the corridors of the Kremlin was not so long.
Brodsky made him one of the big doors that were black blotches in a high wall. In the room a large desk, a nightstand next to her with a dozen phones. The wall cabinet with books and folders. In the corner, two large leather chairs and a luxury just a giant sofa, somehow black.
Paul again orange. On it, way more, about five meters long and four wide, most likely - a Persian rug.
"Here and there, they fuck up your brand-new interior design" - thought Cyril.
The table sits a pretty woman of about forty. She's too good looking for his age. Well-groomed face, no wrinkles. Dark red lips. And as if it does not give her much, but Cyril, suddenly, her eyes caught that woman is already banged forties. Too much fatigue stress.
This is the same - you see human moment, and you already know about his age.
Here it is.
Strict jacket, blouse underneath. Neat haircut. Lady-groomed, but not vulgar. Duty she was smiling. Behind her, a large window, covered with wavy white coming down like a waterfall - the waves curtain. Behind it, there lurks a Kremlin landscape, but "the other side." There, in the distance the tower of Ivan the Great, with a gold cap. Side masses and the Assumption Cathedral of St. Sophia (Kirill I do not remember their names). Everything seems like it should be.
Still, something is missing!
Cyril found myself thinking that in a familiar landscape was something missing.
But what? What?
The lady got up from the table, his head bowed politely in greeting, bowed. Cyril considered on its modest but stylish jacket, three letters of gold embroidered monogram.
Again the "GDP"?
"This had a good governor, it will be, there is always ..." - thought occurred.
- I greet you in the waiting room of the supreme ruler, - without intonation woman said.
- Lidiya Pavlova, here, without ceremony, please call me and Pelshe Kunaev way will check mate Cyril and we'll have dinner. Dispose tuck dinner for two people in a small refectory hall.
- Yes, - the lady did not raise her head, and as if the Persian slave sultan, turned around and, like falling on the phone with his chest and began to dial a number quickly.
Brodsky sigh
- Well, Cyril, now you will pass the test and have dinner. Well, then, and then, on the protocol, you have a meeting with yourself ... - Are identical he said.
At this point, the reception includes two types. Faces they had some kind of cute-malignant. Like the smile on the lips and at the same time, like a sadistic grin on his face. The two men greeted each other with a nod and frozen in an attitude of "attention".
Brodsky also quite nodded in response and ordered:
- Test of the man, an urgent, but not detailed.
- What for? - Said one of the lackeys.
- Interests: status and intentions for the next hour.
Kirill looked at Brodsky said indignantly:
- Me, that there will be tortured?
- No, Comrade Cyril. Just pass the test, it could not be.
One of the included men went behind to Cyril and said quietly:
- Please follow me!
Second carefully walked to the side door and opened it, and pointed. Cyril had only to obey. Yes, and opposes, is simply made no sense. He bowed his head, went into the next room. It was also a cabinet, but much more modest in decoration. On the floor was no longer a rich Persian carpet, and curtains of fun in the form of conventional rectangular strips. Lucinschi stood in the middle of this room and did not know what to do. One of the staff seem to security and waved to a chair in the corner. Only now Kirill considered this unusual seat. It was something on the similarity of the chair in the office of a dentist. As a dentist, above it hung a special flashlight under his feet was a kind of support, armrests with special grooves, and top back protruding oddly shaped headrest. From it hung down a few wires with sensors.
Cyril chuckled and went to this unusual chair.
- Sit the way you want, sit back, and do not move, and I to you fasten sensors - carefully, like a nurse in the office of psychological relief, said one of the men.
Lucinschi slowly sank into a chair. His legs were involuntarily laid down on the stand, and his head was jammed special holder. Those who wear the seat, was a security guard named Pelshe. That, at least, call him a partner, which is decided and realized Cyril, bore the name of Confucius.
Pelshe, hard wearing his seat belt sensors and to the hands of Cyril, waved his partner. Those seated at the table, and taking that one, like a laptop, monitor, and opened, a couple keystrokes, quickly, and somehow mischievously asked
- Are you comfortable? Comrade Cyril?
- Yes ... - Muttered Lucinschi.
He closed his eyes and silently decided to answer stupid questions with humor.
- You are an honest man?
- This question?
- Well, of course?
- I do not know! As a child, here, stole a couple of rabbits with his grandmother in the village ... - Cyril smiled.
- You want to do us harm?
- Do you? What are you!
- You believe that mankind is doomed?
- Meaning?
- You consider yourself a fighter?
- Who?
- Do you like eggs?
- Yes, what would you, you're there ask? I think you have a normal test, and you are ... which eggs? I did not eat it, almost a hundred years!
- You would like to try drugs?
- I do not know. It depends on what ...
- You want to go back?
Lucinschi, shivered and tensed. He pulled his hands and nearly tore off the sensors. The blessing hands were wearing seat belts. Pelshe-detached, pushed Cyril's chest, pushing him into a chair.
- Back to the past? In his? - Hopefully asked Lucinschi.
His heart beat often. Poignant thought of returning suddenly pierced the brain.
- Not to where you were in the house - broke mirage Kuhn.
Cyril closed his eyes and sighed, angrily responded:
- You know that your test specially prepared that would torment me? How did you know about me?
- And, here are the questions I ask! - Happily Kunayev said, slamming the lid.
With this gesture, he made it clear that the test is over. He waved to his partner:
- Unclip it.
Cyril released. He slowly rose from his chair and sighed, walked over to the table where sat Kuhn. He waved his hand irritably:
- Sorry! Sit down now, over there in the corner.
Cyril shrugged. At that moment in walked Brodsky and strained voice, somehow menacing asked
- Well, it's ready? Passed the test? And then, I was tortured by a group of protocols already! I have to tell them right now, or not to include our meeting to the calendar day?
Kunayev shrugged and held out a piece of Brodsky. It was something like a punch card cardiogram. Some long, rolled up paper, as scheduled.
Brodsky looked at these intricate lines and angrily asked:
- You, I here, poke their gobbledygook? I do not fuck it I do not understand! Let's officially an opinion!
Kunayev offended, he snatched the paper Brodsky, angrily hissed
- Yes, in order! Plug the client, in the minutes of the day! Everything is normal! - He turned away, as dissatisfied late for a date and the girl, whimsical tone added. - A chart encrypt a long time, it is necessary to learn. Courses you are pursuing. And, behold, I napletu you what I want, and you believe in the word, and then four-pe!
Brodsky made a nasty face and growled menacingly:
- What?! I'll napletu! You're in my experiments go! For the good of the Republic! - Brodsky, shoved under my nose obstinate Kunayev his fist and a second good-natured tone added. - And more! Senior Kunayev, deign to cook dinner for all of our dear friend Cyril! In the refectory of the hall! Incidentally dinner laid for two, and the second person will be me and you, Comrade Kunayev, and your assistant will carry out our companion with Cyril, security! Message is clear!
- Yes! - Resentfully tossed himself Kuhn.
- Perform! - Indulging his comeuppance and decisive actions, and most importantly, as I understand Cyril, public shaming of his subordinate, Brodsky joyful gait energetically toward the exit.
When the door closed, the Kuna sighed, shook by the Government in the trail fist softly whispered:
- Here's a goat! Muzzle kike!


***

Cyril given not seen such a decoration. Or rather, he never seen anything like it. A huge room with a large window and a bunch of rich stucco ceiling above. And on it ... and on it were three huge gold chandeliers. Crystal ornate lamps hanging from them like precious water magic waterfall from the cave of Ali Baba. Parquet floor is also a work of art. He was a square - a dark brown, then red with gold inserts, shining so that confused on it was even scary! Thought you crush a fragile treasure. On the windows hung curtains expensive maroon. Gold curtains with cones on each side, to keep these, as I understand Cyril heavy fabrics. In the back of this room was no less magnificent table with curved legs and ornate fluted sides. On the table is covered with dinner. And cover it, as they say, royally. Porcelain pots and Pialat, plates and tall crystal glasses. Many forks spoons out of sheer silver and gold. High decanter with stopper in the form of a crystal cones, inside dark red liquid.
Cyril inadvertently swallowed. He suddenly realized that he really wants to have. Due to the upheaval of moving and flight, "hunger" was pushed back deep into the consciousness of the brain somewhere, and here it persistently knocked on the skull, and then pulled stomach which unwittingly gave a rumbling complement, this most "sense of hunger" for taking care of the internal organs.
Lucinschi confident step up to the table. Next to him stood Brodsky, behind him two waiters in dark blue evening dress, white aprons on them, white gloves, and how it should be - towels slung over his arm.
- Please, Comrade Cyril, dinner in honor of our supreme ruler! He ordered to feed you. And I have your permission to keep you company.
Kirill looked at Brodsky once said with disgust:
- I would like to start to wash your hands ... excuse me, where is your toilet, so to speak?
- No, there are no toilets! - Cheerfully barked Brodsky, deftly snapping his fingers, and called someone from the back of the hall.
He was a huge man in a black suit and starched white shirt. In the hands of the big man pulled a large silver bowl. Next to it's giant, was a charming girl-blonde in a white dress and orange apron over. Pretty, with bright red lips, smiling amiably. Cyril stood in disbelief. Meanwhile, the couple, jumped to his guest, and began, as they say, to service it. Girl unceremoniously took off his jacket and Cyril, he rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, pulling the arms. Bruiser Framed basin, by the way, Cyril jacket hung over his shoulder, as if on a hanger. Girl, hand dipped in warm Lucinschi and some soap, smelling lavender water. Then deftly from behind, most likely from a bag, took out a small bottle of. She deftly poured out of him, viscous liquid Cyril in his arms and rubbed her, she began to wash the brush in soapy water. Lucinschi watched with amazement this procedure. Then the girl smiled and took her behind her back and pulled out a bottle of all of the same secret handbags, small maroon towel and very deftly wiped their hands Luchinsky. Unslung giant jacket and helped put him Cyril. Bruiser, also smiled, turned, like a soldier, a circle, and a silver basin, strode quickly deep into the hall.
Cyril returned to the table. One of the waiters kindly pulled out a chair, inviting him to sit down. On the contrary, sat Brodsky. He busily plugged it a big collar cloth rag. Kirill also tucked his shirt.
At first filed an unusual flavor soup. He was thin with individual pieces of floating brown-gray meat with a taste of the fish. Cyril was surprised this smelly slime slurp and chew pieces. Brodsky sipped soup spoon a couple of times and pushed his plate away. He immediately applied for a different dish. Corner of his eye Cyril realized that it was a salad of vegetables.
- The fact that you are eating, it is our favorite soup ruler.
- Soup wonder why meat gives the fish?
- And what did he give? This royal penguin.
- Soup of the royal penguin? - Cyril surprised disgust and pushed his plate. - He's in the Red Book?!
Lackey immediately took it. Before Lucinschi put a new dish, it was also a meat-drenched dark sauce.
Cyril asked anxiously:
- What's that living creatures that I have to chew? Hopefully not a snake, which may be, or a rat? Or a cat? Egyptian royal or what may be? - Cyril asked pointedly.
Brodsky frowned and shook his head, but said quietly:
- No, this Central Asian tortoise. Very tasty food. Low-calorie, and most importantly environmentally friendly. Eat, not poison. And the rats and the dogs will not eat the ruler, at least, with us.
Cyril picked his fork into the meat. It was really juicy and flavorful, and the main thing to look appetizing.
- So what? Just veal or pork, lamb, can not? - Cyril was surprised, pushing a piece of meat in his mouth.
- This ceremony ruler! Here it should be unusual! A sausage from a cat, you may have at home - resentfully said Brodsky.
He ruled with his salad on the plate. Cyril shrugged, indicating with a nod of the head, on the crystal decanter, asked:
- I hope there is not the blood of babies? - He chuckled. - You can try it? And something to drink hunting!
- You can! Only here the island so do not. Kunayev damn! He said there is no aggression, and here! - Muttered evil Brodsky.
He was clearly not happy with the words Lucinschi. Cyril smiled, amused by his anger that a senior official. Lucinschi reached for the decanter, but a lackey, guessing his desire was faster and more agile. He grabbed the bottle and quickly filled a tall glass standing next to Cyril.
Lucinschi sipped and, making a contented face, muttered:
- Um, delicious!
- It's cherry vodka. Beloved ruler. She is preparing to special order. She is thirty degrees.
- So is it then brandy! - Said Kirill.
- No, it's vodka, so says the governor and we ... also. By the way, you wonder, like yazvite. Nothing good on what you humiliate food ruler, no. He will repay the same humiliation.
- Degrading food? Yes you are in your mind, as you there ... Brodsky? By the way, if you're wondering, I was, so that's the Jew in us, in our time, and so, wrote good poetry, the Nobel Prize was given, but was expelled from the country, - Cyril nodded to the waiter, he refilled glass of cherry brandy. - So tell me, Brodsky, as food can humiliate?
- Simple and easy, you have done this. I advise you to stop. And to think. The way, the Jew, well, my namesake, as you say, what drove that?
- It does not matter, it does not matter, but you still do not understand here, wow ... going down! - Cyril loud hiccup.
Vishnevka hit in the head. Brodsky is unhappy again looked at Lucinschi. He nodded again footman. Cherry brandy poured into a glass.
- And you Brodsky, as I see it, also a Jew?
Brodsky froze. He looked fearfully at Kirill and, glancing to the sides, said quietly:
- You hinting at?
- I just do! - Lucinschi drank cherry brandy. - Sorry, sorry, you face ... Jewish. And habits. Incidentally, this gavnyuk here, here in your submission. The one that I was attempting to shock, Kuhn, perhaps ... So, he said to you that you: erysipelas, sorry kike! Ha-ha! - Cyril nasty laugh, it was not fun, and understood that control his tongue can not.
Brodsky jumped up from the table and shouted lackeys:
- Come on! Kunaev here! And the cherry brandy on the table down!
Cyril sighed irritably, when Reds pitcher with a dark liquid was gone out of hand.
Lucinschi scratched her forehead and whispered conciliatory tone:
- You are, what Brodsky companion, think what I'm going with him to confirm that he told you that you ... erysipelas kike? H-ee ... will not get away. I am so in secret, and you ...
- Yes, shut up! - Hissed Brodsky.
He was beside himself with anger and bored eyes drunken Kirill. A minute later there was Kunayev, he ran to the table and stood to attention. Brodsky pulled his collar and threw her napkin on the table. Secretary to the Government, slowly stood up and walked over to the frightened Kunayev, fists clenched.
- You, then, Nursultan Akayevich? You're a, well, bitch, ofigel? I came to you in a good, in my own way so to speak, and you?!
- And I? What am I, what have I said? This, this guest can not even say!
- And what he has to say? - Ominously said Brodsky.
- Well, no, you never know what - babbled Kunayev, understanding that the secretary wants to hear from him by his hurtful words.
- What he said my business! We then discuss! - Cut Brodsky Kunayev implying that their national origin is not discussed at all wants, and evil added. - You gave me what conclusion that there is no aggression? And he? He? What did he tell the governor? And that we are supreme, say then? Come on!
Kunayev shrugged and sighed with relief. He smiled and said, more calmly:
- So, Comrade Brodsky! He's doing fine, he will have no voice in the aggression. This is it here in front of you comedy breaks. Now you want to probe. Rather you comrade secretary of the government.
Brodsky looked up and down Kunaev, then looked at Lucinschi. Cyril sat in anything, had happened, he smiled. Brodsky nodded and tossed aside Kunaev:
- Okay, is free, and then figure!
Kunayev, pleased with this development, turned and hurried away. Brodsky walked slowly to the chair and sat down, and spread his hands
- Well, Comrade Cyril! Did not think that that's the case, you will cost me. But oh well! Fun and that's enough.
At that point, he was approached by one of the footmen, and bending over, whispered something to his ear. Brodsky nodded and grinned and replied:
- Let and be ...
Lackey retired. And Cyril laughed. He suddenly felt amused by the whole scene is in a huge luxurious room.
Lucinschi looked at his glass and said quietly:
- After your cherry brandy and meat penguin drink very desirable. Too salty hurt your penguin.
- Drink, yes ... - Agreed with him, and Brodsky, snapping his fingers, he added. - Drink it should be, and now you will be served a drink. Drink to health.
Lackey that whispered some news Brodsky returned, and brought a large glass mug with amber liquid. Cyril gladly took the vessel and pressed his lips.
Brodsky is pleased, he said, when he swallowed the contents of the mug:
- This beer, unique beer! Kremlin. It is cooked specially for the guests of the Supreme. You drink! Drink! It is true, after all delicious!
Cyril drank it all and, grunting with satisfaction growled:
- Yeah, now thanks! And ate and drank! Thanks as they say!
- Well, that's you! Not me! Say thanks to our Supreme Ruler, by the way, it's time for you to meet with him. It's time. So I ask you, go out into the next room, it's waiting room. There and meet with the Supreme. And on this, my mission is complete. All the best. See you around! - Some evil voice said Brodsky, and rose from the table and headed for the door.
Lucinschi looked him in the trail and heard the echo of his footsteps. They were given some tuning fork in my ears. Cyril sighed and stood up from the table, threw his napkin on the chair where he was sitting. Lackey obligingly showed him the other door.
- Please, please come to wait there!


***


Waiting for the ruler, particularly the wait.
Especially, when you, this same master, and you do not. Do not you know not what his habits, his character and habits, and just do not know him!
Well, you've never seen, that same ruler in the face!
Strange feeling. When everything just do what they say about his greatness, you could not help himself draw his image. Well, when one is waiting for this powerful and all-powerful man, and does, the head of the thoughts may explode!
Cyril waited. He was waiting for his fate, as he had thought at the beginning. Then he just waited in anxiety. Well, and then he waited for someone or whether just to those who have come quick!
He was taken to the next least luxurious room. But here, in contrast to the refectory hall with a table, in the middle there were three chairs and a huge sofa. On the floor was a giant luxury carpet. Its area Cyril could not even imagine looking at length, it was not less than ten, and the minimum width of seven meters.
Besides chairs, couch and carpet in this gorgeous and that's a big room with huge windows (by the way, instead of curtains which hung, already familiar to Cyril, wavy white coverlets), there were still three huge vases. Most likely, the ancient work, here are extended to the high ceiling of the vessels, with a thin neck and a very wide like a plate heaped on top. These vases were very dark blue with some bright yellow and red flowers on the sides. Cyril considered vases from nothing to do and I realized that these porcelain vessels brought here from China, where they are made, at best, in the Middle Ages and even earlier.
Lucinschi was alone in this room is a long time.
First he went from corner to corner, then collapsed in one of the chairs.
How long, he did not know, but according to him at least an hour.
When it was to wait quite disgusting, Cyril again walked from corner to corner. Then, out of curiosity, was the landscape seen through the window of the Kremlin. Strange and amazing, but in the territory, which was visible from the window (and it certainly was a small area) no one would go. Neither soldiers nor mere man, no one at all. This created the impression that the Kremlin, as if dead. Cyril tired of looking at this is almost a three-dimensional picture of the living and resumed his pacing from corner to corner. According to his calculations took another hour.
In half an hour, at least, he really wanted to use the toilet. Cherry brandy and a huge glass of beer - have to ask out. Cyril puffed out his cheeks and looked at the door.
Silence.
He then left to fend for themselves. Lucinschi went to the door and gently touched the gold pen. But she did not give in, the door was locked. Cyril, then clenched his fist, tapped his knuckles. Knocking like drowned in silence. Cyril thought, and in a second tapped his fist in such an expensive and heavy carved lacquer coated barrier.
He waited a few seconds - but, again silence.
No one responded to his knock! Then Lucinschi began to batter his fist, that is strength. But the effect is the same. A little tired, he realized that a few minutes later, he facilitated directly in your pants. Cyril, squeezing her thighs, somehow funny trotted to the door opposite.
There, he again beat down the oak barrier. In addition, he began to shout wildly out of anger:
- Hey! let me, I want to use the toilet! Hey! Freaks, you could not hear!
But then he received no answer.
Cyril turned and started to hammer away with his foot in the door. For five minutes he furiously shouted and pounded a foot, trying to somehow draw attention to himself.
But again, no result.
- Hey! Bastards you keep me here for five hours is not less! Bitches! You know that! I tell you here now Nass! Right here! Immediately open up!
But again silence.
Cyril sighed and realized that a moment, and she starts to pee in your pants right.
Tolerated, there was no urine!
His eyes were dark. Some circles and color flashes. Heart pounding in his head with a sledgehammer.
Tuk-Tuk!
"Poo! I'm sure you pee "- Cyril thought a savage malice doomed to realize the idea.
All of a sudden!
 O wonder!
Its his eyes fell on one of the large vases. Now, the one that stood in the corner, was like a made as a urinal for him.
- Well, the Chinese get? - Cyril muttered and walked to the porcelain vessel.
He unzipped his fly and settle down, closing his eyes in relief started peeing jet at the center of a large Chinese vase neck.
Second ... the other ...
Urine gurgled loudly somewhere in the vase.
Ten seconds.
He realized that his body has accumulated, a lot of water. Cyril was waiting with pleasure when urine comes out of him.
This is bliss! It is a real blessing!
"It's great to be an animal! Wanted and pissed at his feet! What's the etiquette? And who's to verify that in this rare and expensive vase is my urine? Who needs it? Stink in this room, I think it will not be much "- chattering thoughts along with the heart.
And at that moment, he heard a click.
Deputy him another and another.
Cyril opened his eyes in horror and realized that these clicks, nothing but the clicking of a camera shutter and blink flash!
Bright flashes of blinding!
Cyril inadvertently turned and closed his eyes with his free hand. He felt embarrassed, turned away and tried to fasten his fly. But, from the first time he has failed. Cyril tore the zipper and finally, to cope with the lock, he turned in horror. Next to him was a small man, he carefully removed Lucinschi camera. Behind the back of men, there were two people in the military, as it seemed to Cyril, a form of black.
The man with the camera stopped shooting, smiled, and gave his assistant photo equipment, which stood behind. Cyril just now had to consider the man's face, which somehow started unceremoniously removed him during his rimmed needed.
This was a man who looked about fifty. Youthful and fit. The bald, gray hair covered only its sides skull. Small eyes and sharp, like a rat's nose. High cheekbones, is a normal proportional head, not thin and thick neck. On the man was wearing a black, knitted in a large square, a sweater and blue jeans. In general, it is the usual form - an ordinary man, but something still to issue, in his appearance, that he was no ordinary mortal.
- Here's how you wait, the meeting with the head of the republic? - Man grinned.
- Sorry, I ... I was locked up here for three hours, and there is no toilet, - Cyril embarrassed. - Here, I decided. That's it. And that it was better ... if I were on the floor! - He muttered resentfully.
- Ouch! Ouch! Of course, this is not good! Of course! As without a toilet? - Man clearly mocked Lucinschi, it felt in his tone. - By the way my friend, what do you think of yourself, then who is to blame? - He asked sarcastically.
- What? - Surprised Cyril.
He is a little timid. He felt that this man is the chief here in this fucking future. In this terrible mysterious state. And he was, he had the audacity to Cyril Lucinschi urinate, possibly favorite vase of the ruler himself, who is not known as it is now punish you for daring.
- So what do you think, who is to blame here? The fact that there is no toilet? - Tried to find a man menacingly.
- I do not know, well, maybe the one who arranged a meeting my ... with you ... meeting ...
- You guessed it ... I find out, you guessed it ... - Happy male voice said and nodded.
He waved both hands and his assistants, and perhaps it was a body guard, and went into the corner of a huge room and froze there, in the attitude of "attention".
- Come, sit down, my friend ... - Deliberately tenderly, as if the executioner on the scaffold, a man called Cyril and pointed to a chair.
Kirill timidity obeyed, prosemeniv sat in a big leather jack. The man sat down in the chair opposite. He put his foot on the foot and carefully considering Cyril said:
So you want to, what would I punish those who arranged our meeting?
- No ... Why, just ...
- It's just that we do not exist! And yet, as always. We are always ready to forgive the insults and humiliation. Forgive and forget! Here's our rotten nature. Well, well. I understand you ... - Nasty almost official voice of the government said the master of the castle. - But, in a life that does not happen! Someone must be responsible for all of it. That's how life is. And we, we can not live by these laws here. What are the main we have ... and your questions have been and will be? - Lecturing the man and at the same time, sort of like trying to listen to the speakers.
- Who is to blame ... what to do ... - Muttered to himself Cyril.
- That's it! That's it! Now, my friend! You're all, and confirmed!
- Yes, but ...
- No buts! Everything in this world exists, or is for some reason. For example, what do you think, then you tortured for three hours, without the possibility to go to the toilet?
- I do not know ... - A loss of Cyril.
- How do you not understand? But then, what would you urinate in a vase!
- Why? Why is it necessary for someone that I peed in a vase? - Cyril was stunned.
- Yes, and then what would you pose for photographs as you pee in a vase!
- Why? Why is this someone? - Lucinschi no idea where he was driving a powerful source.
And he went happy, man, like a rush of his success in twisting and entanglement of this conversation here, its meaning, its essence. He laughed and said cheerfully:
- And it is necessary for me.
- Do you?
- Yes, yes, dear. Yes! I wanted to see how a person who is destined just like that - to become eternal, the first ever on the ground, still manages to piss in a bowl!
Kirill said nothing, he sighed and shrugged. He suddenly got scared.
"But what if that's just crazy ruler? Little did in Russia stood at the helm of the country's crazy? The same Paul first, or out Stalin? "- Thought Cyril and involuntarily clenched in his chair.
- No, my friend, I'm not crazy.
- Yes, but ...
- No, not you, so thought I saw it in your eyes. Very interesting. Are you an engaging person and I like you. I thought you were much disgusted and bored. But as I see you and I will not be bored.
Cyril again sighed and glanced shyly at the man in the sweater.
- By the way until we went directly to the business, I will let you in the secret. About your camera and embarrassment to the vase. You know such a famous artist Salvador Dali?
- Yeah ... Who does not know him.
- Well, you do not hurry. Most of the citizens of our country, namely the percent of ninety-nine, is not sure - who is Salvador Dali. But, yes, to hell with them. And you, you, thank God, you know. So, Mr. Daly was a joker. And very clever prankster! He is known to be sympathetic to Franco and Hitler, as opposed to, as it were a fan of the Communists and opponents in the work of Picasso. During this long time Mr. Daly did not remembered in Russia, in Soviet Russia. But the fact that he had the talent, genius outrageous, knew and admired and even communists. Of course, secretly admired. And once, when Spain and Russia have not even had normal diplomatic relations in Spain came the great Soviet composer Khachaturian. Well, you know his sword dance. So, this Khachaturian wanted to meet Dali. He was allowed. And he came to Dal; in his home Fegeyros. And what happened?
- What? - Alert Cyril.
- And the fact that Dali Khachaturian did as well as I'm with you.
- How? - Cyril was stunned.
- You kept him locked up three o'clock and got piss in a vase! Or pot can not remember!
- Why? - Lucinschi could not understand what the point of this story.
- Yes, then, that it, Khachaturian, also captured on camera, and then his picture appeared in a Spanish newspaper with the caption: like the famous Soviet composer waiting for the great Spanish artist! Was a scandal. Khachaturian then long washed off at home.
- I do not understand, I do not understand what's the point? Well, with Khachaturian understandable, there was sort of ideology. But here? I have something, why do you like that?
The man sighed, he mysteriously looking off into the distance, reluctantly said:
- So, just in case. You're a genius. But the genius of life so to speak. You are the first on the ground, the first man in history, a real live person, himself, without some sort of medication and injections just never gets old. You forever!
- Well, you too, so that there is, I'm just drunk, damn balm ... - Cyril embarrassed.
He felt in the words of this powerful human envy. And envy of the powerful - is dangerous. Oh, how dangerous!
- Well, do not be shy! You are still a mystery I want to solve. And yet, there is no evidence, at least, the formula confirmation of a drug that you do so, you are considered a genius of life! Just eternal! But, you are a genius, I'm sorry, too dangerous! And, even a genius, did not think that He is omnipotent, it must be kept on a hook. And I like this will keep you on the hook...

Kirill said nothing. He did not understand what the man said, to give birth to his thoughts of his desire? Where did he strive. But Lucinschi understood one, he should be afraid, very afraid now. After the bloody vase. Vase, the vase only signal. Foolish and absurd tone.


- Do you do not want to ask me? Did not want to tell me? - Offended man.
Cyril, sighed, looked away and said haltingly:
- No, why ... I want, but I do not know ... I'm sorry, I do not know ... I do not even know who you are ... as you call ... how can I call you?
The man smiled, Cyril even thought that he liked his question. The man chuckled, shook his head and said:
- Well, it's very simple. It's even easier than I thought. Well, what did you know who I am, I see. And I feel, in your behavior. And I like that because that's a lead. However, the Nemea, I answer, yes, I hold the position, the supreme ruler of the republic. The supreme ruler is the highest rank that exists here with us. But, for the title of course, you understand and responsibility - it is the ultimate responsibility over all and you included! What can you live normally and there! In the case. What is my name? You know you a little bit surprised, but we've got already made some rules that we follow. A person who holds a high position here should not, pardon the pun, to have a name. That's it.
- How is it? - Cyril scared.
Suddenly he again thought of sanity of the man.
- Well, that's it. So Cyril. You can have a name. And I do not. I just ruler. That's all. But you mean exclusive of his situation, that I told you, you can call me comrade governor or just ruler. That's it.
- Sorry. But I do not everything is clear ...
- What is there is not understandable?
- What you ... the family name? His wife and children are here? Do they also ... - Cyril scared of his courage, but somehow he could not bring himself to shut up and not ask this insolence.
The governor chuckled. He stood up and sighed, stretched, making a few movements, bending your elbows and hard tearing chest, pulled them back.
- I have no children. No it ...
- I'm sorry ... - Cyril realized that too far, and the mood at the high, obviously spoiled.
But, he was wrong and was surprised to see that the governor sat back on the chair, smiled, and said, quite amiably:
- And that's wrong. Now I'm not kill, for their fate ... And anyway, what would you Cyril understood. We all easier than you have at the same time rational. Well, judge for yourself! Now, is a good thing if my staff called me, well, let's say - Sergei Sergeyevich? Or, as there now, what may be - Vladimir Kazemirovich? They just call me the supreme ruler, the supreme friend or comrade governor. Simply and honestly. And no familiarity. And then, it's here again! Are favorites, they told me by name and patronymic, and those who are out of favor because they are formal? No to all all the same. Clear to you?
Cyril skukozhilas. To him, it has become clear and this is even worse. He somehow squeezed his shoulders and his head, said quietly:
- Clear all fellow governor ...
- Why are you afraid? Why are you upset? - Surprised supreme, he mysteriously blinked and shook his head. - I know why ... you spend historical parallels, and it should not be allowed! No history! Story just confused! It makes a man or act on a pattern, or give up their actions! This is not right! That's why I canceled the history as a science to the study! At the very least, a formal learning in schools and universities. And people with no history easier.
- You are, what you do not know the story? - Cyril was really bad.
- But, I do not know why? I know her well ... And guess why - what parallels you spent! You compare me with ... Stalin! And you know, I like even this comparison. But it is not, believe me. I have in my mind. And what I say - the truth. And the story of how many of my science and all subordinates know who should, of course ... know. I'm not a fool, I can not deny it completely! This is madness! But the limit can be! And no one stops her know at least not officially. If you want, can come to a center and make a historical question. You have answered. But it is not welcomed us ... no need. I explained. Why sometimes it know? It is embarrassing.
- Yes, but ... - Cyril quite embarrassed.
- No, no - no! You ask, how do we live? Overall, not a bad live. At least better than you out there in the past. Because I did, here is here, the introduction and it worked! - The governor, pleased again to his feet.
Cyril realized that the mood of the person can change the weather in the tundra. But the governor and his cheeks puffed out, glancing at his aides, muttered:
- And, what we have here are sitting? Let's at least have a drink for a meeting? You do not mind a drink? With me?
- Well, how can I ...
- Well, that's good! - The governor slammed into the palm and palm furiously rubbed them together, then cried. - Hey! Who's there! Give us my favorite cherry brandy, grapefruit, and still there then ...
The governor smiled and once again sat in the chair collapsed, his legs stretched out:
- Well, I ask, what may be, you're so embarrassing. Believe me, I'm not here every person so please ... and allow you to ask ...
Cyril sighed, he did not know what all is there to ask and how to ask.
But, finally, gathered his thoughts and forced himself:
- Then what's the other? They have names, maybe they, too, would have been better, the titles ... positions ... Well, your subordinates?
The governor laughed, but his laughter was a petty, low-key, he chuckled three times, shook his finger at Cyril, like naughty student, said:
- Uh-uh no! No, there is also his art! The same logic! Then everything should be wisely! Therefore, they have rather not name names and nicknames! Nicknames so to speak!
Cyril, swallowed, he looked at the ruler and waited ... however, he did not know.
- Well, what do you ... talking about? - Urged his boss.
- I do not know. Nicknames ... nicknames ... Hmm, strange that so Brodsky is a nickname? Here is the secretary Brodsky - is a pseudonym?
Ruler pleased rose from his chair. His eyes shone with pleasure. He happily gave up and rattled:
- Yes! Of course this is a pseudonym in honor of the poet ... that. Well, the Nobel laureate ... Therefore, in general, you know ... about Venice, Mary Stuart, and other poems ... Well, anyway, so ... it bears his name. And in fact, his name Zelberman. Moses Solomonovich.
Lucinschi held his breath. He looked at the king and said:
- Hmm, well, I am sure! But why?!
High again waved and smiled:
- How? You do not understand? This scheme is a system! I thought Cyril, you're smarter than sorry ...
Lucinschi shook his head and grinned
- I just do not understand why Zelbermanu bear the name of the great Russian poet?
- Great Soviet poet! - Corrected ruler. - Yes, then you simple soul! He's a Jew! And the Jew here, as always, the nation swear! That's it! Well, imagine, would say this - Secretary Zelberman! Phew! Erysipelas kike would call all-that ... contrary would be ...
Cyril slapped his palm on his knee:
- Well, its so called ...
The governor shook his index finger:
- Nah, do not say! It is called Brodsky! A mug jew, Brodsky called it, not Zelbermana!
- Yes, but what's the point? - Do not let up Cyril.
The governor was suddenly very serious and, thrusting something ridiculous, head forward, he tried with all the veins in his neck and hissed like a hose under pressure of compressed air:
- And in what is now called erysipelas jew Nobel Prize! This is the harmony! Nobel laureate guide them!
Lucinschi sighed and looked down at the floor
- They led Zelberman ...
The governor smiled and leaned back in his chair. Glad he threw one leg over the other and waved his hand casually:
- That you know, but they do not.
Cyril started, and looked anxiously at the Supreme:
- So this one, as it is, well ... the second person in the state?
The owner laughed. He rolled his eyes and clutching his stomach, regotal like a horse. Then breath, wearily:
- Well ... yes ... yes ... you mean Paul Zhukovsky Bunin? - And then answered himself. - Well, yes, in honor of the great Russian writer and Nobel laureate ...
Cyril little offended. He scratched his hair above his right ear and said softly:
- He who is in the nature?
The governor sat down and said,
- He, uh, he ... - And the governor three times again chuckled. - It is in the nature ... Zolotevich, Isaac M. Zolotevich.
Lucinschi coasting threw:
- Also a Jew?
High, started and became serious:
- But of him are no longer hear mug kike ... Bunin it! Great name! Although I do, and you now know that it is usually a cunning Jew! That's it!
- And why are you these ... Jews themselves?

The governor stood. Especially, at this point brought up a small, chrome melenko cart on wheels. Here on this mobile table stood a bottle of cherry brandy, two glasses. In the vases were peeled and cut grapefruit, oranges and some other fruits all on silver-plated dishes. Ruler poured vodka into glasses, handing one Cyril, second took himself and drank, ate a grapefruit. Then he went down to his place in the chair and said wearily, as if:
- So what? Jews are smart people. And most importantly know how to please! And know the benefits. That's it! And in the first place do not climb! Here you are, say, to know the history of it! And yourself? Leslie whether when be Jews in the most supreme power. Well, on the throne so to speak, that would be all the command directly from us? Well, in our history? No! But, at the helm were, and helped steer. In fact of their versatility. And the fact that they will be called the Yids, so this does not lose anything. Yes, they do not take offense, just do not pay attention. They're smart people. Well, tell me, so what you have here, called them - mug jew? What you gain from this? Well? That's because you have the same name-calling Germans - Russian pig? A? Here you are, well, hang on this? No! Do not hang! Similarly, the Jews ... Sorry Jews. They are intelligent people and most importantly discreet. Here. I like them. Therefore, the leadership stand.
Cyril drank cherry brandy and also reached for a slice of orange:
- And those two ... Clown Well, Pelshe and Kuhn are aliases?
- Of course! This is an alias! Finally reach you! I have a rule - all high security, is the names, of those were so well ... members ... Politburo ... here they are in honor of them and wear. That's it! Let worn.
- And they have names?
- Ouch! And I do not remember! I'm his, now, the closest I know. And those ... those ... the second circle so to speak. Just now Kunayev, Pelshe, Demechev, who else ...
- Suslov, Gromyko ... - Prompted Cyril.
- Yes! Suslov, Gromyko! Here were the figures! Members! So to speak! - The governor somehow made a special emphasis on if "member". - Let them all the memory is such a will!
Cyril grinned
- The memory in the form of what the members of the ... Here ... Nobel Prize winners are riding?
- Well, well ....
- I see ... sort of ... historical truth ...
- I mean, as you know ... - Wearily waved ruler. - And yet, there will be more, so that you may marvel. But this is not the main thing. You Kirill, a strange man! You have a different mission! You have a different fate! And now you forgive nonsense now interested! The main thing is you! Our communication with you!
Cyril sighed again downcast eyes, softly muttered:
- That's it I'm afraid.
- And, what here? What's so dangerous? I need you as a facilitator as much right mate! As an assistant! You should not be afraid of their fate. You all will be well! Only ...
- With only! - Cyril startled.
- Just do not do anything stupid! That's it! Well, I see you're tired and I'm ... tired. You have time to rest. By the way, going to sleep in an enclosure ... and you will find another nice, and maybe a very unexpected meeting. Only here you will not be surprised to nothing! anything! All will be well! All ...
The governor stood up with a sigh, looked at the table and poured himself another cherry brandy, drank it without offering Cyril. Supreme winced and bit his grapefruit, turned, waved his hand and went away without even saying goodbye.
Cyril and stood in disbelief and watched the trail this mysterious and powerful man. Even when the ruler closed huge, double door, Lucinschi stood there, immovable, and to look at the handle of the farthest door. How would he, so was still not clear, but there has to touch someone.
It was a pretty girl with a neat haircut strictly a dark blue suit and a red stripe on the lapel of his jacket. On the hand as if it was burning melenko gold star, and the graceful neck like a cross on a chain, a cheerful intricate medallion with the letter "P".
- Please follow me. Waiting for you - the girl bowed her head.
Cyril saw that her hands in white gloves, as if she were in the parade. Lucinschi smiled and obeyed. He went out to the door opposite the one to which the left ruler. Cyril was, for some reason, without fear or embarrassment. High words about his safety seemed very convincing. And now in the soul of Cyril's lurking just a little uncertainty about the future.
They went through the big doors. Then, one after another, and then, finally, they have been in a long, dark floor some endless corridors with dark red carpet, too, stretching into the distance. To the girl, quietly joined the two guards in black uniforms, too, with red stripes and small yellow stars on their hands. Cyril they almost did not react, he took his patrol for granted.
Cyril was taken to a barely noticeable elevator door, which was masked in the recess of a long corridor. They went into the cab and drove off ... Cyril felt as down. How many meters they went down was very difficult to determine. As Luchinsky seemed - they plunged five floors to six normal town house. Then the door opened and closed his eyes in the eye Kirill struck sharp nasty bluish-white light. Helped him get out, what would he not stumbled over the threshold of the cabin. The guards caught him by the elbows and brought to the table, which stood peregorazhivaya pass. The huge white table with a bunch of, what, what buttons and lights, blinking as light-sat a fat man in a bright yellow jacket. He, do not prompt, reached out, she gave him some little plastic card the size of a small photo. The man in yellow tunics bent under the table and he understood this very Cyril perched card into the womb of a device. A few seconds later there was a squeak and back fat man in yellow, parted nearly invisible glass doors. Only then Cyril considered, a strange corridor - he wagged a forest trail and did not have direct and equal angles. Corridor went too far and was lit brightly glowing yellow lamps. At the end of the corridor is not the door was black, not a dark door. On each side of the corridor could see a light blue doors with windows at the top. At the door, there was no handles or locks. Cyril was taken to one of these doors, accompanied by his girlfriend pushed into the crack between the door and the jamb that same plastic card - is the fat man brought her back. Something clicked and over door and twirled blinking red light. The door slowly crawled back somewhere first and then to the side.
The path was again free.
"Yes, to escape from this prison Kremlin toli toli hotel is truly impossible! Apparently over us twenty yards of concrete "- Cyril thought with some cheerful indifference.
They re-entered the room, but then they stopped the man in the red jacket. He smiled, nodded the girl and the guards and showed them that they were free. Entourage that accompanied Cyril, disappeared like a fairy tale, he only heard buzzed behind, closed the door.
The way was finally cut off ...
- Hello! Comrade Cyril you are our special guest. I immediately Presented Chief Internal Guard state complex hotel Kremlin Khrushchev. I will see to it that you would have been especially nice and cozy. Welcome back!
- Good morning ... - Cyril perplexed looked into the features of the man.
"I knew my father would get off the mother and father of the revolution corn es-es-es-er, that his name, in the form of names, will Garson .... though this important. No, he probably still an administrator ... hotel manager "- he thought with a grin Lucinschi.
I received an order to prepare for you single suite. But first you have to visit our special cell. There, by the way, as you have promised, you will meet one person ... Well, then, then if you like, or do not want to be with him more one on one, or just want to stay and live alone, then you can move into a single suite - Khrushchev smiled good-naturedly. - Do you agree with just such a proposal?
- Hmm, and if not? - Quipped Lucinschi.
Khrushchev did not answer. He just smiled again and raised his hand. That hour, behind him there was one more guard, however, in the form of a pale pink, the color of underripe watermelon.
- Hold a friend Kirill specials number zero, zero, one. And ordered him to give all that he asks. Food alcohol tobacco. And so on.
- Other?! - Surprised Cyril.
- Well, yes ...
- Hmm, I'm a woman ... Excuse me, a woman, can cause ...
- And what you want?
- No but ...
- That's when you need to, you can always ... - Indifferent tone replied Khrushchev.
Cyril thought he was angry, and generally this administrator jailer, not very glad to see him. But to argue, do not have the time. He was invited to go to this guy color watermelon pulp.
He was again held by a curved corridor, but this time the tunnel led to the right. They went long. Just behind the transparent door, which parted as if by magic in front of them was another guard in the form of watermelon. It was he who pointed to a small door Cyril side. For it was ... another corridor.
"Lord! They, like moles here's mine dug a whole, what's out of town? Like in the movies about the future. Only now it's a pity that not a movie, but a real future "- sad thought Cyril.



***


Cyril was taken to one of the many identical doors in the hallway. Officers who accompanied him respectfully ducked and then press and the invisible, the button on the wall, nodded his hand. White box silently slid. A soft, bluish light emergency lighting, light flashed nasty streak on the floor. Cyril, mash, hesitantly crossed the threshold. The officer who was somewhere behind him. Lucinschi not see his face, but I felt it a curious look on his back. The heat from the unknown force slashed between the shoulder blades. He wanted to turn and look at the officer, but he thought did not, was to do, and took a step forward. Hissed softly compressed air hydraulic system, rear door closed.
"Lord, if in purgatory came! No, really all real? "- Thought Lucinschi and looked deep into the room.
Light, rectangular room with a large window and dense, with frosted glass overlooking the only artificial sunlight. Along the walls of the two beds. Small cupboard and two armchairs. One of them was a man in a ridiculous white pajamas are more like a uniform. Cyril did not even consider it. The man was small and thin. Ridiculous big bald head hung down with a thin neck and cheerful, like overripe pear. The man clutched his hands and temples absently staring at the floor. Ginger beard and mustache, and then, jerking. The man muttered something under his breath. Lucinschi with stared at him. He stared into the face balding inmate chamber with horror realized that he knew this person. Cyril could not remember where he had seen, but his mind tells you that he knows the stranger.
"Lord! Keeping gone too far! No! That can not be! Just what I needed! "- With a taste of something inevitable nightmarish thought Lucinschi.
Cyril and stepped uncertainly, trying to get a better view, a person inmate number, lowered his head. Man, did not pay any attention to Cyril. He continued massaging whiskey hands and muttering under his breath.
Lucinschi, shuddered, and hesitated, slapped his cheek with his hand and suddenly exclaimed, even for myself.
- No! Kirill! You're just crazy! No! This? Ha! Lenin! Oh! That's a - mind you! No! It can not be! Lord, no! Just, like, probably! - Cyril whispered aloud and slowly sat down on one of the beds more loudly called out a stranger. - Hey! Dear? Who are you?
The man pulled his hands from his head and looked at Cyril cloudy and sad eyes. Tragic smile like a man suffering from a toothache spread across his cheeks. Baring his yellow teeth, the man said quietly, squeaking voice:
- You know my friend? Also special client?
Cyril sat back on the bed and sighed:
- It seems so. And you, I'm sorry, who?
The stranger smiled and looked at the simulator window with frosted glow behind glass, quietly muttered:
- I thought I would know everything. It's like, really overriding man he was! Seen something really happened - but did not answer the question, then I asked Lucinschi. - Are you here for a long time?
Cyril shrugged, not taking his eyes off the men, gently said:
- I do not know. Actually, I first define a single suite. But, until now led here. As to say that I ... with you, as I see met. So I'm acquainted.
- Well, well then, let's get acquainted - bearded slowly and reluctantly got up.
He shuffled three steps on the floor and held a hand to Cyril. Lucinschi considered that under the eyes of the old man lurking on the cheeks rare freckles. And his hand like a red rash covered by these spots. Bearded grinned, seeing Luchisnky considering his brush. Cyril little embarrassed, and shook hands with the old man coming to his senses.
- Well, why do not you speak? What is your name? - Said the old man.
- I ... uh-uh, my name is Cyril, Cyril Lucinschi.
- So, sir! Nice, very nice ... Cyril what's your father's name?
- M. ... Kirill Mikhailovich.
- So, to clear. Kirill Mikhailovich.
The old man shook his hand and literally tore it from shaking hands, she mysteriously scratched his red-haired beard.
- And you, what are you, then do not tell me your name? - A little offended Cyril.
- Oh, yes! .. Yes. And that what I say, you already guessed themselves. Vladimir Ilyich. My name is Vladimir Ilyich.
- Lenin?! - Stunned Lucinschi.
- Well, Lenin? Ulyanov Lenin! And you, well, I do not know?
- No, but ...
- What is my friend - but!
- But, you're dead?
Lenin looked at Kirill and derisively snorted
- You mean January one thousand nine hundred and twenty fourth?
- Well, yes ... - Cyril, swallowed air, like a fish out of water.
- Oh, yes! Then I'm officially dead. But, as you've officially dead? - Vladimir Ilyich's eyes narrowed.
"Right, exactly as in the old agit poster. Well, females were able to create an image "- Cyril swallowed.
- I say to my friend, and when you die? You, then, are not in themselves or what? - Shouted Lenin and his hands in his pockets, once untied swayed on his feet as Roly-Poly, shifting the center of gravity, then the socks, then the heel.
- I. .. I'm not dead, - was justified Cyril.
- But this is nonsense! Here includes only those who are officially dead! That's it! What is your phone number you know?
- What other number?
- Well, letter ... what?
- I do not know ... - And then, Cyril remembered that it was called "098." - It seems as zero ninety-eight ... - Breathed Lucinschi.
He still hoped that it all a dream. And he just gave a drug with food. Gentselyugen one word!
- Yes! Clearly! - Lenin suddenly became dark.
- What do you see? - Cyril asked fearfully.
- It is clear to me that the three men did not sent. So they ...
- What ... three people?
- You see, my friend, to you there was a zero ninety-four!
- And what?
Lenin carefully looked into the face of Cyril. He came very close. Lucinschi, suddenly felt that from Lenin smell cologne. Normal or not normal, but the cologne!
"These are the times Lenin stood face sprayed cologne and here I composted brain?" - Nasty mocking the idea drilled brain Lucinschi.
- And that, my friend, is up to you was only ninety four, by the way, his name was Paul ... he slept in fifty-six ... and then, after one ... I thought it was ... this INETER they lost ...
- Inter? said Cyril.
- Well, yes ... otherworldly interim. They are also looking for him. That's ninety-four, at least, he was drunk. That's ninety-fifth, sixth and seventh fell out. So they thought they solved this problem without me ... this is bad ... - Muttered to himself Ilyich.
He bowed his head and rubbed his beard with his fingers, as if milking a cow.
- What problem does that solve?! How do you know about the interim?! - Said Kirill.
Lenin looked at him sadly and sighed. He pointed to a chair Luchinsky:
- Take Cyril, sit down. I'll tell you something.
Cyril, as if hypnotized, sank into a chair. Lenin turned and walked over to the cabinet, which was mounted on the wall. Took out a thick green bottle with a dark-brown liquid and two pot-bellied glass. Slowly, almost without moving his neck, like a diver on the bottom, shuffled back on the floor and sat down beside him. Put the bottle and glasses on the table, separate them with Cyril.
- That's it! Last joy so to speak, which I allowed to say so, but at the curb. No more half-bottle per month. This cognac, real French! Already in the whole state is not like that! And I bring, on request! I drink ... You are a young man now, please come with me.
Kirill looked like Lenin pours brandy glasses and presented as one young thirty, like this, or whether it is sitting where in Paris on the Champs, in the early twentieth century and sipping cognac, reading newspapers and thinking about Russia. He is young and fun. And now ... no! No, it can not be Lenin! No! It can not be Lenin!
Cyril closed his eyes and shook his head, as if his ears exposed to water.
- What ... my friend did not believe me still. It will pass. You believe that you're here, slept fifty years?
- Ninety!
- How much? - Gasp Lenin.
- Almost ninety ... they say so.
- So, so ... Let me guess, you're ... in the late twentieth century drank interim and that's just woken up?
- They say so ... - Cyril one drank his brandy poured.
Lenin smiled and dipped his mustache, his lips to cognac, long and strange tongue moistened in it, then do, just a tiny sip, licked his lips and put the glass down on the table:
- To drink, the drink should be gently and slowly, and you take your time ... But, I know what you mean ...
- I have, when it's so not believe ... but. But, unlike you, I slept a total of ten years. They have revived in the thirty-fourth. Yes, yes, just under the Congress ... same Congress winners, as they call it. No doubt this asshole Dzhugashvili! Koba, his mother! - Lenin and relish cursed.
Such a mat of old Cyril was not expecting. It was so impressive and funny that Lucinschi had to smile.
"That would show the Communists. Lenin did fuck kin Stalin, his mom dad ... Although, with these cute and innocent Georgians? "- thought Cyril.
- Here, then me and revived. It was an operation outside the plan. I planned to revive later ... for ten years ... in May, forty-four. But! But, Kirov insisted before. He decided it was time to Stalin, to do something in the thirty-fourth. He insisted. And the operation performed. I reanimated. And everything went wrong!
- What matter?
- As my friend? You're there, its history interpret? I was even interested. Everybody out assert that Kirov would take the place of Stalin. And it is there, won the election. That's what Stalin and killed him!
- And not so, not so what?
- Che-pu-ha! It was not so. And you now know how it was! - He again spilled brandy glasses. - Drink and listen to my friend!
Cyril namahnul another dose and swallowing, with excitement, stared at Lenin. He wet himself again only a mustache and put the glass on the table, he continued:
- It was a decision tse-ka, in the eighteenth. When I got shot at Mehilsona, remember?
- Kaplan?
Lenin made a squeamish face and waved
- Yes, what there is Kaplan?! Sverdlov had sent her there! It then ... Well, you know Spanish woman and all that ... So there! Health, I had none at all! On undermining. The bullets were poisoned. Convened a secret meeting tse - ka. Decide what to do? Moreover, the meeting convened directly to the ward where I was lying. I also took part. And I stress, unanimously decided that I need to save! How the standard of the revolution! I must live! Otherwise, else - everything! Not hold the power!
- Yes, but it is one thing to decide on the level of tse - ka, and another really bring it all to life! You're not gods! Not gods and can not do that contradict the laws of nature! How so - to take and save! Lull, revive! It's fantastic! Especially, in your then-twenty in the past is now the twentieth century! - Outraged Cyril.
- And you, you forgive me now asleep ninety years ... not fiction!! - Lenin squinted slyly.
Kirill said nothing. On the trump card, the more - Ace nothing to cover. Lenin smiled and continued:
- Here, my friend! Communists do, so just do not say! Said - done! Before you make a decision here, I was allowed a certain Dr. Pak, from somewhere in Asia, not from China, not from Korea. So, this Park and helped. He has done a miracle - got me, so to speak with the dead. Of the coma. Then just get some treatment. But he said that more could not do anything. And to restore the original form is not real. I'm going to be sick, get old fast and lose my performance. And above all, presentable. It's one thing to say, when a cheerful guy goes to the podium, and the other when the old man in a wheelchair take out ... Sadly everything is outlined. But! Then hope. He supposedly has a magic here, if you want a means fantastic, so to speak, means. Hereafter called Inter! That's it! And he is ready to say ... preserve me as it was twenty years. And then I wake up and I will not like to be healthy, but I will not get old! That's it! I mean, I like going to live forever!
- Lenin lived, Lenin lives, Lenin lives, Lenin will live? - Whispered Cyril startled.
- Yes, yes, my friend was at the meeting tse - ka and the phrase was born. And it is no fiction or even the Bolshevik agitation. All it is. I kind of living, as if I was alive, well, even if I kind of officially dead, and I would like to live! There were plans! Ambitious! - Cyril just noticed that Lenin did a little lisp.
This one "Jewish accent" especially felt on the word: "gr-r-randioznye." The old man said it like a Frenchman, who knew Russian. Cyril smiled, but the smile discreetly disguised under some grimace of surprise.
A, I., looking down, he continued. He said his speech somehow violently, not indifferent to him, if he were in the stands. Cyril and I caught myself thinking that involuntarily amenable story, believe that man!
Lenin, meanwhile, shook his head and talked and talked ....
- This one "Jewish accent" especially felt on the word "grandiose." The old man said it like a Frenchman, who knew Russian. Cyril smiled, but the smile discreetly disguised under some grimace of surprise.
A, I., looking down, he continued. He said his speech somehow violently, not indifferent to him, if he were in the stands. Cyril and I caught myself thinking that involuntarily amenable story, believe that man!
Lenin, meanwhile, shook his head and talked and talked ....
- This one "Jewish accent" especially felt on the word "grandiose." The old man said it like a Frenchman, who knew Russian. Cyril smiled, but the smile discreetly disguised under some grimace of surprise.
A, I., looking down, he continued. He said his speech somehow violently, not indifferent to him, if he were in the stands. Cyril and I caught myself thinking that involuntarily amenable story, believe that man!
Lenin, meanwhile, shook his head and talked and talked ....
- This one "Jewish accent" especially felt on the word "grandiose." The old man said it like a Frenchman, who knew Russian. Cyril smiled, but the smile discreetly disguised under some grimace of surprise.
A, I., looking down, he continued. He said his speech somehow violently, not indifferent to him, if he were in the stands. Cyril and I caught myself thinking that involuntarily amenable story, believe that man!
Lenin, meanwhile, shook his head and talked and talked ....
- This one "Jewish accent" especially felt on the word "grandiose." The old man said it like a Frenchman, who knew Russian. Cyril smiled, but the smile discreetly disguised under some grimace of surprise.
A, I., looking down, he continued. He said his speech somehow violently, not indifferent to him, if he were in the stands. Cyril and I caught myself thinking that involuntarily amenable story, believe that man!
Lenin, meanwhile, shook his head and talked and talked ....
- I was kind of solemn, revive wanted! Trotsky thought it! He, like any Jew, all in defiance of the Christians wanted to build! Here, Landau and came running, so to speak, a horse! It seems like not a biblical miracle, and a miracle of science! In the forty-fourth planned to announce to the whole world! That there is a new generation of Soviet doctors who are willing to revive dimensional rtvogo man! -There is no mythical Jesus Christ with his Lazarus! But whether he was or not, nobody knows! And that's exactly! Get in front of everyone, with journalists, with foreign representatives to take and revive supposedly dead! Here it would have been a sensation! Furor of Soviet science, and thus the Soviet Union and the system, our system ... This is a new order! New countdown! New, you know, a new one! The new era of humanity! And then, all you can even tune into this calendar change! Imagine - not the birth of Christ, and the resurrection of Lenin! The whole world will live all the earth! Here's what the Soviet government? This is not Christianity, Islam or Buddhism, some there! That's it! Here's a real live person - has risen from the dead and made him not some gods, but our doctors! Brilliant idea! No bourgeois shall not stand! All infected! That's it! And remained small, Trotsky's proposal was to support only me, because, like all members of the Central Committee of the Communist Party were for! But ... All I had to decide! And I decided.
- You decide to go to sleep? - Cyril tensed.
Its so amazed at this alternative history of the world, of his country, he more and more want to hear this man. But Lenin, got up and again, like a pendulum, swaying on his feet from the nose to the soles of his feet, a little sadly continued
- No! Then, I would not, I was strongly against. Here.
Cyril was stunned:
- As against? - Forced it out of himself.
He again blinked and sad as it is an old man smiled. Cyril even thought in the corner of his eyes flashed tears.
 The old man sighed and shook his head:
- And that's it! I thought that they offer all this nonsense! And the important thing here, not me and how they dispose of their resources - both human and begin to build a state! And that's all! And the civil war there, and so on. What's the dream! They would all profukannyh! Even Trotsky, clever Trotsky could not! At that moment I understood the terrible! That they have betrayed your idea! Betrayed! Idea of a common brotherhood and equality total normal human existence! Indeed, this idea died millions and we killed millions! We even took money from these scoundrels Germans, punctual villains, for that would not throw a stranger, and believe me dear, even a fool - Russian Tsar! We even gave a huge territory, that would begin to translate this idea into reality! We signed the Brest! And they are, they all turned into a banal way! They wanted to stay in power just stupid! You see my friend, keep the power and all! They believed that if they stay in power, then everything will be done. But like everything turned out, you probably know better than me! They have turned into the same power that overthrew themselves! But even at that, and even worse!
Lenin waved. He was quite upset, look at him.
- Yes, but as it was farther? - Asked the astonished Cyril.
Lenin sighed. And sad shake of his head, scratched his beard again:
- And there was then ... twenty-second. And I was paralyzed. One side value. And just, just ... there was no alternative. I even asked one much. In Gorky featuring a special Institute of slumber, by the way, highly classified. And now, one and a half years, this is the Park and brought me here to this dream until the thirty-fourth ... Well, there you know. Dzhugashvili breaking anything with collective farms. Everyone understood, we go into the abyss. Kirov called a secret meeting of Task - ka. Stalin protested, but Kirov insisted. He then had the authority. And Koba all tired and all have become afraid. And then we decided to do without and Stalin! I urgently razkonservirovali ... And everyone breathed a sigh of relief ... but! But, as it turned out, waking up to the full, I could not. I was like in a trance. Nes, nonsense is nonsense, so to speak! Talking like crazy under him, sorry, squatted. Pak could do nothing, he warned ahead of time to wake up it's dangerous. And show me, that such world, it was impossible. I was doomed. To imprisonment, so to speak, the eternal oblivion. Until I decided not reinstated, finally people will not submit. Well, then ... Then time was against Stalin. He realized that if I returned, everything an end! And he decided his way. First Kirov was murdered in the hallway of Smolny, then all the others by one who knew the secret to the light went through enkavede and butchers. Well, for starters, Stalin uprooted military marshals, generals and others, some of them were also aware of the plans of resurrection in forty-four, but did not know the details. Then podkorchevyvali all in whom doubt, with all provinces and districts, who might know something. Here you have the repression! But historians of all countries and peoples are puzzled that there, why Stalin was such a bloody? He's just covering up his tracks! That's it! That's it, sir! It is for two years for the thirty-seventh and eighth right people shot and all, sir! Died down, sir! Then the information was true, that there are still people in medicine who can tell this is the secret. You remember: the Doctors! Doctors murderers? So here is a list there, Stalin was, who immediately sign a non-disclosure of certain stages of a secret experiment gave. There, many of the list, by the way, no specifics, did not own and did not exactly know. But still. And Peter was such a list. That's all of them against the wall and put. All corny just my friend!
- And you, you, why he left?
- Me? Why kill me? I was mad, under supervision. And then Stalin was interesting, as the doctors will go with me. What eventually happens. I think that if I went to a normal stage, Stalin certainly would have, as it were strangled. But, I'm with him was a living corpse. I was examined and tried to pull this is the formula of immortality. This one product pack. That's all. That's the story.
- A Park? He, where did he go? - Cyril startled.
- A Park, my friend, it was gone. His one morning was found. He did not come to work. He just disappeared. It's probably looking for all the power NKVD, but in vain. And without Puck, I'm here trying to explore, but to no avail.
- This is when was it?
- It was in nineteen fifty-first, when Pak disappeared - Lenin scratched his, why is his brow
He sat down on a chair and smiled. Kirill said, returned to him a cheerful mood. The old man again poured brandy and Cyril himself sipped from his glass.
- Vladimir Ilyich ... - Cyril stopped.
He suddenly felt that this way would not talk to someone there, and Lenin and that's not just talk, but still communicates quite significant, as usual source. As a journalist.
- Well, my friend, I'm waiting for your question! You, my dear, well still do not trust me? Still think my rr-tale story? - And once again the Jewish accent in his voice.
- No, I do not think ... all just too fantastic! - Frankly said Cyril.
He was impressed with this fantastic historical ballads. But his story somehow pleased Lenin! He found himself thinking that he himself had long dreamed that he would one told the story of his country, it was here in this unusual perspective. It is not usually identified as especially Soviet textbooks.
- Yeah! - I. sipped brandy.
Cyril leaned forward. He, like eager spectator in a theater like the continuation of the play!
Oh, how I wanted!
- Vladimir Ilyich ... and then, how you revived back to normal?
Lenin made a mysterious face, looked into the distance, as if outside wall.
- Why, revived! This is ... seventy-fourth occurred. By the way, that until this year, my body does not grow old. While I slept, as they say, hehe, - I. smiled slyly. - So I was fifty-three. And then, then one of the academics discovered a drug, and it tried on me. And lo and behold! I woke up and began to recover, though not immediately. For a year or two, in my opinion. Walk was to read and write. TV this ... your look. And all that. And nothing, but the Academy, the one that brought the drug died, and when I started to explore, then to my horror found out, I still getting old. However, not like a normal person, and slowly four times around. That is, people live forty years, and I'm ten. He died already, and I spent twenty is all! - Lenin, once sarcastically laugh. - By the way, my friend, if you remember, then a mishap occurred. Drug-it was! But his quick to apply to the top officials! - Lenin again jumped out of the chair and nervously shuffled soles on the floor number.
He waved his hand, and all the time as if someone turned to the third, invisible witness.
- Report foolish, so to speak, the Central Committee, that there is such a drug that slows down aging. They, of course, all the CC immediately give it up your ass prick! Idiots! Forced myself to stuff that's al-p-ryanyu! - And again guttural Hebrew chatter, where the letter r talking as underdeveloped ligament in the larynx.
Cyril realized Ilyich began lisp when very nervous. So, perhaps, his famous phrase: "The socialist revolution is finished" probably sounded something like this, as he says now. Although in general there could be a phrase? Or is it an invention of the Communist agitators and politicians. Cyril at first even to ask about the phrase, but here, changed his mind.
But Lenin, meanwhile, like verbal tense, he blushed.
 - I think that all will be living here for a long time and not old-p-ret. But! - Continued to swear Ilyich. - It did not work! Their bodies tear away the drug. And he did not give the effect, as I have at least. By the way, even if Brezhnev had a jaw paralysis, he became the talk of the drug slowly. Side effect. But the old men of his Central Committee Leonid Brezhnev believed in a miracle! And injected, injected, thought to live forever will be. This is a question you about why they go to retire would not!
Here Lenin suddenly cold. He became, in some slack. Slowly sat down on the chair and closed his eyes wearily went on, but it was a calm voice:
- Remember dear, rumors of Kremlin tablet? - Lenin tried to smile and sly eyes narrowed again, but with a lisp says, as usual. - So, the drug just began to try to enter through the gut ... it in a silver packaging ... and forced to swallow. But! All in vain. And then ... Then one by one, began to breathe like flies ...
Cyril thought.
He sat and digested the information. It's like what you say, thirty years of your life, you're actually born a black man and used to be a man-eater. The same effect.
Lenin stole glances at him and grinned, it seemed that he was pleased with such a load of brain Lucinschi.
- You are now my friend, in your head, porridge. Yes, yes, I imagine. Still would like to hear your story and getting here!
Lucinschi sigh
- This is all interim damn! He, he, and the bitch Pak!
- So what I already knew. When you swallow this drug?
- Ninety-seven.
- And slept for ninety years?
- Well!
- That's it! Now that's unique! Now, what do you say is the man! The first man! - Exclaimed Lenin and again jumped up and down the room.
He suddenly stopped, jumped to Cyril, lifted him by the elbows and almost hugged and leaned against him, pressing his senile body:
- Listen my friend, not me and no one else but you! You understand!
- I do not understand! - Once again stunned Cyril.
- Okay, okay, I'll explain everything, you tell me.
- And, what to say? Here drank, slept there, then woke up.
- In Moscow? It was in Moscow? Or St. Petersburg?!
- No, in Krasnoyarsk ...
Lenin was quiet and like hiding, scratched his beard:
- Hmm, well, in Krasnoyarsk ... I just do not understand that this is the fate of a city world! And because I was a sign! I'm sorry if there was a link in fact could starve! I wanted to Turukhansk ... I went and complained to the local authority and the gendarmerie about the resort! In Shushenskoye and it Krasnoyarsk, Krasnoyarsk his energy and helped me! This I now understand! And here you are! You there! Yes it is! - Lenin smiled again. - Sorry my friend, go on!
- And what next ... - Cyril shrugged. - Here are brought here, directly to the president of this ....
Lenin was gloomy, he slowly lowered his hands and sat in a chair:
- For him ... you've been at it?
- Yes, had the honor of ...
- And he said that to you?
- He said that I had in my life was not afraid ...
- I see ... - Lenin closed his eyes. - He told you that you are a unique person?
- Well, just as you said.
Lenin grinned, he wagged his finger to someone unknown, and, smacking, asked:
- I suppose ... had you pee in a vase?
- Well, yes ... How do you know?
Ilyich shrugged and chuckled
- Hmm, so, do not you f one to see him go, with ...
- He that made you like this, write in a vase? You?!
- Style at it like that. So, what ... not you a one-to
- And to photograph, or what?!
Lenin began to frown, he somehow looked plaintively at Kirill and said quietly:
- He still did the music Hachaturyan dance with swords.
- Oh! Why, you-why? - Outraged Cyril. - Well, all right with me, but with you?
- All right, Cyril! - Lenin suddenly timidly put his finger to his lips. - Today, I think the information will suffice. So I suggest you take a nap. You snore?
- No ... - Surprised Cyril.
- I think that I snore. I think so. Though of course, I do not know. After all, I did sleep ... But those who have followed me here and cares about it I do not say anything. So, let's sleep. But, before going to bed, I suggest still a little refreshment. By the way, if you are respected, you need to eat or something, click that button there, orange. - Lenin pointed to a large mushroom-like roundels, which stuck near one of the beds.
Lucinschi looked to the second bed there, pillows, in their heads, too, could see the exact same button.
- Ask them at least that! They will bring their order. You know what you have?
- And yet, Lenin!
- Enough! I have to think about it! Enough is enough! Enough for today! I will not say any more about the history and so on. I do not want my friend to load your more tired and outdated brain! By the way have you heard tales: my brain stored somewhere in a brain institute?
- Well, it's a whole was broadcast on television.
- Time-p-Root! Bp-p-Root bastards! With me is my brain! - He tapped his forehead. - There's someone else cut out! Well, to hell with it! - Lenin rubbed his palm on the palm. - So, what do you? I will sour apple and oatmeal porridge with strawberry jam. Bread ... and you? You how to eat?
- Hmm, I would then beef ... Ham with fried potatoes, lettuce and tomatoes. Well, tomato juice or something ...
- Well, as you know! While I do not advise! Well, that disturb subservient!
 Lenin came energetic steps to the door, by the way, there also was a big red button. By pressing it, he threw back his head and crowed somewhere up:
- You! Basurmanskie muzzle! Corned beef ears! Order our heard?
After a few seconds, as if from heaven there came a voice. Rather, he came out of the speakers in the ceiling:
- Of course Lenin! - Happily answered the invisible man.
- Well, so what's with it? Drag! We want to have! Eat and sleep! By the way on the night let us watch a movie! News not want, and that's a movie ... perhaps ... Kill the Dragon! I want to kill the dragon!
- But, you watched it last week! - Entered into a dispute invisible warden.
- Fuck it, I want it! - Lenin insisted.
- How do you know! - The voice of the speaker sounded offended.
Kirill looked at the ceiling, then at the Lenin and asked in surprise:
- We had heard? Here's everything you said to me?
- Oh, well, you know that is not used to having you here cp-p-host sorry, go, and you graze? It's about time my friend ...
- No, but ... - Cyril did not know how to react.
- You dear not very impressive. It is harmful. Take care of your nerves.
Lucinschi nodded, sighed and asked:
- You're in love shvartsovskogo Dragon?
- Well, yes, with ...
- Um, why? Why is there because ...
- You are referring ... the dictatorship of the party? Anti-Soviet solid, you mean?
- Well, maybe ...
Lenin laughed, shook his finger at Cyril, like a little boy:
- Throw the old man, come on! This is a chimera: the dictatorship of the party, the Soviet power and all that! Dragon man in him!
- Yes ... I know how to understand the author's idea, but ...
- No buts! Enough preaching me happy! There, watching movies and sleeping. Sleep and sleep! Sound sleep better invigorating medicine! - Lenin raised his hand up and pointed at the ceiling with his forefinger.
It looked funny. Cyril smiled. He looked at it a little funny old man and do not understand - why it is up there, on the ground there in the past, future and present, have made it "dried God"? Why? He is a simple man, very sensitive and weirdos? Why? Why?
A few minutes brought dinner. Everything as ordered Lenin, "talking to the ceiling." Ham was very juicy and tasty, not to overcook the potatoes, and of orange juice for dessert. Seen with tomato, napryazhenka a local restaurant. They ate in silence, Lenin rumbled like the cat when swallowed his porridge with strawberry jam. He sucking, chewing juicy apple and Serban drinking kefir. No ordinary man. Kirill looked at him furtively, that would not irritate Ilyich excessive curiosity. Then Lenin long dabbled in the shower. Cyril listened and was able to make out even a few notes of a song, which Vladimir Ilyich humming under running water. And to the surprise of Cyril it was not a "Varshavyanka", and the usual old Russian song "Misty Morning ...". Lenin then freed bathroom Cyril, for it is here were cooked fresh linen brush soap and other bathroom accessories. Lucinschi this was not surprised, because it was a special room hotel specials special state ...
When Cyril came out of the bath, drying wet head with a towel, he saw that Lenin lies under a blanket and enjoyed watching a flat and a huge TV that went straight to his bed from the ceiling. Cyril fell on her bed. He felt very sleepy. Closing his eyes, he leaned back on the pillow. Thoughts swirled in my head mad carousel. Too many impressions and most importantly such information. That!
"Lord, if people all knew it! If they knew all the truth! Like all God is funny and easy! Like all ridiculous! Lord, if they knew the truth ... Knew. Hmm, so what? What would have happened? They would have known, but that they know it and what? What? The first time, who then of course, he, Cyril surprised, and most of the ... And most of the people did not respond to this, or be afraid to respond. But Lenin was still alive? And all of this experiment, and all that! So what?! And that common people before? As regards their own this here "poluvechny" Lenin and he Cyril? No way! Nobody cares! Anyway! But wait! And immortality? And endless life? It is! There is! Unless it is a terrible hoax hoax ... But, it is just for me or for Lenin strange and terrible man calling himself - the ruler of the country. That's it! And do it all! All "- Cyril wrinkled.
He opened his eyes and looked at bed Lenin. The old man pulled the covers up to her chin and peered closely at the film footage. What time he watched it?
- Vladimir Ilyich ... and yet, one can question?
- Go ahead my friend, - reluctantly creaked Lenin.
- Here you are saying that all members of the tse-ka ka pe es es and other important people in the country want to know your secret. Your secret is not aging. And Stalin? Stalin, he did not want to be immortal?
- Fool you my friend! Hmm, he became immortal. That is, how many years have passed since died ... and all his recall and remember. Vaughn, the film looks better ... He's smart. So, what ...
- I'm not talking about that, I mean his physical immortality...
Lenin did not answer immediately. He yawned and looked away from the TV and pulled back the covers. The old man spent a long time and looked at the ceiling. He was going: thoughts toli toli a loss for words.
Cyril waited.
Waited and listened to his every move. However, the sound from the movie postpones Lenin, like the background. Finally Ilyich sighed and closed his eyes, said quietly:
- He believed in God ...
- Meaning?!
- In that same ... he had great faith in God ... although it was very angry with the Russian Orthodox Church ... and pretended to be an aggressive atheist ... but he was a believer ...
Kirill said nothing more. He fell asleep quickly, as if fallen into the abyss. He woke up suddenly. From the sounds. The loud sounds of snoring first, and then some weird says softly. In the dim room (lit only night light above the door) Kirill considered Lenin. He was lying on his back, throwing off, completely off his blankets. Toschenky dry old man in white, like a soldier's underwear, pajamas. Ilyich nervously, sometimes kicked into the void and waved his hands. His snoring, then go to the highest point of the musical sound, then died down.
Lenin suddenly waved and shouted in his sleep:
- And it's my friend, there are glass-is, you will not see the sun?
For a moment he was silent, then again push the body and the old man shook his head and said sleepily to himself:
- Well, this is specifically for people who have a problem with the brain disorder sometimes even the type of landscape, and there is nothing there to see. Forest and hills. More-it will not see anything.
The sleep flew instantly. Cyril turned to the side and listened to the terrible monologue.
- So, sir, hrenovato! I see. After all, they drove me to the end!
And then there was a terrible!
Cyril, and even started his breath in horror.
Lenin suddenly jumped out of bed, took two steps to the bed on which lay Lucinschi, stopped abruptly. His hands searched his pockets in his pajamas, but straight, white pants - were denied, this refinement of clothing. Poke fingers at the seams matter Ilyich pomassazhirovav whiskey, staring wild-eyed at Lucinschi.
Cyril petrified with fear. Lenin, meanwhile, slowly closing in on him and hissed like a snake:
- I say comrade-u-u, who are you awake? The identity of the same x-tse a minute, or so, of which subdivision? This Georgians certainly there any stuffed sh-sh-trash! Upomnish-sh-wb everyone here! Well, never mind! Not in such debacles happen! So my friend, how did you dignify?
Lenin still. It without blinking his eyes were like glass. Beard shaking, his face pale like wax. Cyril understood - I. "lunatit." He's asleep, but at the same time lives. But he does not remember anything and does not know what does. Cyril relieved.
"This is the mother of his ... the specter of communism "- swore to himself Lucinschi.
Lenin continued to stare at Cyril, who painfully thinking about how to behave in this difficult situation.
- Well, I say, Cyril Lucinschi - he said quietly.
Lenin, who flinched. His eyes became angry, his lips tightened:
- What is this, my friend, let's say? You know that, too, under the pseudonym of conspiracy and running? I bet his real name, what may be - Zyuzya Morgenstein? If you are a Jew my friend, so do not be shy! Jews in the tse-ka in high esteem! - But then, Lenin became sad and thoughtful, then mysteriously continued. - Although it is said! How do you say, this could have Koba and Jews to clean up! He long ago they had a tooth! Especially to Trotsky, Kamenev, Zinoviev yes to! She first decided to euthanize and resurrect me! So this is your real name my friend?
Cyril touched the hands of Lenin. Cold and almost lifeless, not a very pleasant experience. Lucinschi withdrew his fingers, and Lenin had suddenly become good-natured and even smiled.
He muttered, barely moving his lips:
- Hmm. This is good! Good! Yes, you take it easy! If you are here Felia sent. So vain! Nothing my friend! We certainly you saw through the hour! And tell him! He paskudnik, let him know I was this not caught with chaff!
After that Lenin stood to his full height and turned and walked slowly to his bed. After a couple of minutes, he was snoring with relish. But Kirill has been thinking about this man, who deduced ratchet roulades close and slept peacefully. Then Cyril searching gaze on the ceiling of the camera that recorded the whole conversation is a night. He just went to sleep in the morning ...



***



He was awakened by a painful squeak. Cyril opened his eyes and saw that next to his bed is a smart lady, she was wearing a purple dress with a low, high neck, so that her gorgeous breasts were visible almost in half. The lady bust size is not smaller third dimension. Tall, beautiful hair of long hair, curled, somewhere at the back, in the form of a mysterious flower. Bright-painted lips. His ears were shining, apparently - big diamonds. The lady was not just pretty, but delicate and somehow divinely perfect. Common features, lips, eyebrows, nose, perfect color. Queen, in silence, staring at Cyril and smiled slyly. She stood as half a minute. Cyril was lying and did not dare to get out from under the blanket. Be in some batches alone with such a queen, he just embarrassed.
- Who are you? - He managed, finally out of himself.
- So what do you? .. Well! Well ... is not even bad. Only I have to ask you - and a little lady smiled slyly. - Do not talk to none that I have seen here today. Do not talk. Just do not know anyone. That's it.
Lady snorted nose, sighed, turned and walked elegant gait. Cut on the back of a dress was no less elegant. A cut from the bottom of the dress made it possible for a moment to look at now and then flashed shapely legs. Shoes with high heels do not spoil the pace of this person.
Lady vanished into the corridor.
When she left, Cyril jumped out of bed and protryassya head, rubbed his eyes with his fists. Just then the door opened again, and one of the workers imported table with breakfast. Coffee, bacon, cheese and butter. Pair of cakes and rice porridge. Breakfast was quite appetizing. Cyril wanted to call Lenin. But suddenly he saw for himself that the bed is empty and Lenin carefully installed. Its famous neighbor was not. Cyril shrugged his shoulders and went to wash. He has long dabbled in the shower, then brushed his teeth and shaved. Incidentally cream was excellent, well-foamed and smelled very elegant, so that in contrast to ordinary household shave there, in the past, it was very enjoyable.
When Cyril came out of the bathroom and dressed with fresh, combed, as the parade, I saw that it is waiting for none other, and the chief hotel Khrushchev. This man is disgusting somehow shrill and disgust saw Cyril.
Although out of his mouth and broke quite polite greeting:
- Good morning, how do you sleep? I hope the neighbors did not cause severe problems?
- Oh no ... sort of.
Khrushchev nodded and grinned slyly:
- You know, the old man still happen side effects of treatments. Yes, you know, age, age ...
- How much to him?
Head Hotel threw up his hands:
- The issue in our country is usually considered not correct. He is not even welcome. But to you, so be it, I say. Approximate age of the patient under the letter zero ninety ... about eighty years.
- Zero ninety ... - Mysteriously caught Cyril.
- Yes, Comrade Cyril, you zero ninety-eight, - nodded Khrushchev.
- And what's the point?
Khrushchev smiled innocently:
- Yeah, no, just a number and all. You do not really something puzzling. Still just do not understand. Thus, only a little. By the way, it's there, you yesterday about the Kremlin said tablet. So, there is not all true. He's just does not know. Its input is not through the stomach into the intestine, and in the anus. One member of the tse - ka was then hemorrhoids. So the poor fellow was suffering ... imagine a tablet-in no small amount, but he pushed her back. Oral creepy! - At the end of his story, he, like a mocking, changed the tone on the squeamish.
Cyril knew that the chief of the hotel wants to show that he knows all of his yesterday's conversation with Lenin. The second part, within the meaning of this infamous speech was intended as an example, they say: no one here has no eternal value and once you are in the ass to push the same tablet, and then talk about it to others.
- And you do something that is seen as her smash? - Sternly and scornfully asked Cyril.
- No, my grandfather saw ... - Khrushchev snapped.
- So you have a family or what? A grandfather is named Sergei Nikitovich accidentally?
- No, Yuri Mikhailovich. And you, Comrade Cyril, hurry up. You are waiting for an hour, at the most important high council of the republic. You're invited there as a guest of honor. Here it is put on a suit. - Khrushchev pointed to the perfect black men's suit white shirt and scarlet red tie, which hung on the rack next to his bed. - It is very honorable and serious. Few receives such a honor. - Khrushchev evil glared and said, - And more ... dance with swords, there was not ... No music was zero ninetieth you lied.
Cyril chuckled and waved
- I do not care! - He turned and walked to the table.
Shoving napkin collar busily threw Khrushchev, who stood as a waiter in a restaurant, a little hunched over, as if in anticipation of an order. He at that moment was so like an ordinary waiter.
- By the way, who was a woman in the morning?
- What kind of woman? - Khrushchev blinked.
- Well, this ... in Reds, babe with number three ...
- Hmm, I do not know. You probably dreamed something comrade Cyril. There was no woman ... was not! - Khrushchev turned and walked to the door. - And remember! You need to be ready in forty minutes. Bon Appetit! - He cried, leaving the room.
- Fuck you ... - Chewing bacon, swore Lucinschi.
After breakfast, he changed his clothes. Costume was sewn like on it. Like a tailor to take measurements, and maybe shot. He's been so long in their hands defenseless ...
He was again led by the numerous and strange corridors. But this time it seemed to Cyril way up into the air to life on earth, was a little shorter, and maybe not even a little. Although, of course usually say back way shorter, but here Cyril felt that he still led the other way.
They went up in the elevator, and again a long corridor with a red carpet of a government building in the Kremlin. Outside the window, the tops of towers and ramparts vidneyuscheysya fragment with teeth in the form of the letter "M". Somewhere in the distance struck the chimes of the Spassky. But Cyril, I suddenly realized that the battle tune is quite different! Differed from the one that knew the whole world in his last time!
He was taken in a huge reception room. Gold handles, doors, chandeliers and frames on the pilasters and columns. But there is no waiting for a seat. All people, and there were many people standing ten twelve. When Cyril entered, all paused for a moment, considering him a new man in the black civil suit. Cyril inadvertently swept this bunch too look. He realized, mostly there were some warlords or leaders of law enforcement agencies, not the generals, not the marshals (Cyril was never able to learn to understand the mysterious insignia). Other Cyril realized that they were warlords, so it was clear to openwork gold stripes on the shoulders and lapels lapel jacket.
In the huge double doors stood two soldiers, as understood Cyril, the honor guard. They are similar to the high hat Hussar (only without the visor) and krasnogrudye aprons on the blue uniforms. To a high gloss polished shoes and bearing. The two idol in uniform, not even bat an eyelid, they seemed to wax figures.
Suddenly, trumpets sounded and the soldiers come to life. They are like robots, the dancers break, unnaturally twitching and turning at the same time (each his) opened the doors.
Ahead flashed the main hall. All the people that were in the waiting room slowly, but as a team went to the opening. Kirill also moved the call fanfare.
It was a huge room with lots of windows, plush panels on the walls, chandeliers and gold shining and glittering with crystal pendants. Here in the middle of this room on a high platform about five feet tall was wide and long table, with red, like a throne chair at the head. And here along this table were placed other lower chairs. Cyril realized that it is here and is the supreme state council.
 Meanwhile, the generals are not waiting for an invitation, began to climb the dais rassazhivaya in chairs. Attendants politely moved them, substituting soft seats in the ass these are the strengths of this world. When all were seated, it was quiet as it involuntarily. Cyril stood alone and watched, he did not know what to do. Suddenly, someone tapped him on the arm, a tall guard, he nodded affably and whispered in the big chair in the corner of the platform. But this chair was not brought up to the table.
- You get up and get on over there-that place. It is a place of honorable guests, today it is yours. Get up and sit down.
Kirill, sighed, and deftly flew to the platform, dropped into a chair. Generals somehow looked at him disapprovingly. Apparently there was made to do things slowly and gradually. Well, and then had to wait. At the table, four chairs were empty. Red throne as the one that led (Cyril realized that the place of the ruler) and three orange on the sides.
Again, sound fanfare, all rise, Cyril of inertia too. Finally, the room is supreme.
But today, in contrast to the last meeting, it really looks like a ruler! His uniform shining with gold, almost all of it. Dark red trousers with gold stripes, which was behind him in orange uniforms are two man and the fat man with the alias Bunin. This is the first deputy and is really the first.
At that moment, a loud and heart-rending cries! There in the corner. Cyril shuddered involuntarily, such a wild and frantic cry He had not heard of! Although the word "long" becomes "his situation" a travesty.
But!
This cry, it was a signal. This soldier was yelling in the corner. Burly fellow in uniform, with huge golden frog on the chest and a fur hat on his head, stretched over his forehead to the eyebrows. He even closed his eyes as if in pleasure.
 Everyone froze and started.
Wild powerful music burst into the room. It thundered crazy band! No, a dozen bands! Sounds fill the mind!
It was so loud ...
Finally, just as suddenly there was silence ... everything, but not quite. The sounds ... song ... yes the song.
After the terrible power of sound in the hall, sounds simple vocals. It is sung by the generals and senior officials, standing at the table. Sing aloof, that is urine! They tear the veins on their necks, that would howl at full throat! Tensed and howl ... howl ...
Kirill looked at the High ... He also sang ...
"This hymn, a hymn of the republic ..." - guess Cyril.
And again.
Again suddenly ripped music. It is up to the black community in the eyes, puts pressure on the ears. In a moment, again, heard only the voices of those who are at the table. This here, unexpectedly alternating volume. Music, including on and off. And they sing, sing ...
Cyril inadvertently listened to the tune, the words he could not understand, but the melody of the anthem, she, she seemed familiar!
"Stop! This is the same "God ... Save "or ... more impurity impurity, but what? And, yes, it '... inviolable republics! '"- and guess Lucinschi had to smile.
Their anthem - is a terrible mishmash of two tunes. One after another, and again, as if not entirely successful arrangement and potpourri on these topics. Once again, the thunder of music in my ears. They will switch to its fullest.
But why? Why do they do it?!
Then Cyril guess ...
"They are, rather he! So check - who sings louder and clearer this strange and futuristic anthem! Generals roar - tear the throat! They do not know when to turn off the music. And then, you should not hesitate and get in rhythm and to know and not to confuse the words "- guess slashed brain.
 "Absurd, absurd! The damn future that surrounds me, like a rancid cake! He is covered in worms and grubs, but still sweet ... and he is forced to have visitors, and they pretend that "just fed up," but the cake they like, and it again, again forcibly offer "- Cyril suddenly to mind, it's such a ridiculous comparison.
It involuntarily a little bit queasy about the idea of the cake that's spoiled.
Well, and then he began the Council of State. High sat on his chair-throne. Him fell the rest. Cyril, also sat on his seat. Actually, he was expecting some grand ritual. The high-profile speeches. But it was corny boring. Generals and some types of plain-clothes just get up and read something boring as supreme report toli toli report. The governor posed as clever face, frowning eyebrows. But Kirill seen even from a distance that he fatally bored and disgusted, in fact gets the impression that he was, he had long been known and studied. But here again he stuffed old information ...
All and rolled to the least boring finale. Lucinschi began slowly even secretly yawn, covering the mouth with his hand. He held himself in considerable force of will that would not open his mouth full. Finally the report finished last speaker. Supreme sighed, leaned on the desk as a pianist during the performance to the music of Piano Concerto Schnittke - wide apart, hands and fingers spread. He paused for a moment. Cyril even thought all stopped breathing. Somewhere near sobbed video operator. He was shooting everything that happens, as I understand Lucinschi, for news of the government TV channel.
- Good! I'm happy! Pleased with the results! and I repeat it once again! - A ruler and a spider hanging in position on the table. - Our main goal is stability! Stability of the whole! People should not feel any change for the worse and unnecessary! I congratulate you on another stable month! - Finally High straightened to his full height and applauded.
All the time there began to beat her hands. The operator came to life and jerked his camera. A pair of photographers, which until that second Cyril and had no time to consider diligently clicked their cameras and flashes. When the applause began to die down, the Supreme held up his hand as if slinger crane at a construction site shows the command "Veera".
- Dear friends! I would like to present to you the first person in the world that has stood the test of new medication and was able to prove that a person can cope with the most tenacious and malleable that there society - time! For the sake of the experiment, the man remained in a dream a few decades!
All hooted and smacking languages sluggish clapped. Present carefully considered Cyril. Someone with curiosity, some with envy, and someone like Cyril felt, even with hatred.
A supreme, meanwhile, continued:
- So, that very soon, we will hold the worldwide conference and publish some of the research data! Unique research! And believe me, this conference will be made simply stunning and historic statement at all levels throughout the history of mankind! This will be a turning point in the minds of all! Take my word! But for now, until all kept secret! In a particular state secret! A friend Cyril is examined and rest. But, he is full of energy and optimism, and waiting for the moment of truth so to speak! Believe me, it is not far off! We, our country, and give it to all mankind!
Everyone applauded. Cyril even slightly flushed with embarrassment. He suddenly realized that he had committed a great folly - did not stand up during the performance of his supreme! It was a truly universal arrogance, he guessed! Lucinschi started and tried to correct the situation. But, most of all, made it worse ...
He got up and found himself ridiculous bow, like an artist in the theater. Bowed to the strange people! That more and more buzzed in and out. When Cyril straightened and stood up to his full height, he saw that even the supreme watery applaud him.
"Wow! Gagarin as straight! Only I will not fly ... rather, it did not fly! Flying, in time and it abruptly than Jura done! Only here for the benefit of all Jura human affairs, and I? Why it's my crazy sweating? Who will it benefit? And will you? "- Thought sadly Cyril.
Again, this second is a cry. Like wild baboon howling soldiers in a big cap. His huge mouth, even from far away was like a black hole of bottomless cave.
Cyril guessed - now will break this ridiculous and strange hymn. And, the truth again harsh sounds and the roar of the generals and other toadies supreme. Again terrible cacophony alternates, the music, the screaming.
"Why would they lie to themselves? It's all disgusting! Even this potentates. After all, they know that this is ridiculous, and still do! And the rest ... they-how? The worst thing is that some do it, as if mocking, saying, Behold, we see here how priduryaemsya, and you make it all look and think that it is sincere! Some pretend they do sincerely, and second, that believe in it! And above all, the supreme ruler? It is something more subtle than any! He's probably laughing at all of all "- Cyril argued, frowning at loud sounds.
Finally, all was quiet.
Generals tired but happy, heads down, quickly were ready and went down from the podium. The long table, sat down again governor, two men in orange jackets and first deputy Bunin.
When the room is almost empty, (there were only a few people of protection), the high weary unbuttoned his gilded jacket, loosened his tie and waved
- Comrade Cyril pass, take a closer look. The ceremony is over you can relax! Hey, people, mineral water to all!
Cyril hesitantly shuffled to the table.
Two men in orange jackets looked at him a little hostile, somehow suspiciously from under lobya. Bunin nodded affably head. The governor's eyes Cyril was not looking. He collapsed on his throne, leaning back and stretching his legs under the table.
He sighed and tapped his knuckles on the cover:
- You Comrade Cyril, of course, we are very surprised. And you have accumulated quite a lot of questions. That's why we brought you a small circle, to discuss everything and explain. So, fellow Bunin you know. This is my first deputy. I've got more and two second deputy. It is also very close to me in spirit people. They are aware of all of my most important things. Now, they sometimes make decisions that I only approve. What is it that I say to you, that you understand who is who. So let me present you - the governor pointed to the man in the orange jacket, he sat on the left. - This fellow Saltykov.
Saltykov stood up and shook his head.
The governor smiled and sighed, looked at the guy in the orange strictly. He sat frowning, looking down at the table.
- And this fellow Shchedrin.
Cyril involuntarily chuckled. The governor frowned
- You said something?
- No, nothing, just something happened that you partition name.
- A-ah-ah! You about it, yes, I'm a special section.
Only now Lucinschi noticed a huge similarity in these Siamese twins now famous name. These were like two brothers. Very similar to each other people. Saltykov-Shchedrin was as if only one person that's part of physical and bodily.
"O Lord! Bobchinsky - Dobchinsky. Yes, he who is this dude? He allows himself so why do it? He thinks that he is God?! "- Boldly thought Cyril.
Footmen brought in a glass of mineral water. Cyril drank it all and licked his lips. Tie crushed throat and all! He felt in full dress, somehow uncomfortable. Like a knight in armor.
The governor looked at Cyril evil and growled:
- Well, are you ready to know, and what do we want from you?
Cyril opened his arms and sighed:
- So, I would like to here from the first second, how I got to you ... - His voice trembled slightly.
- Well, our ideas and desires, and come together, - the governor nodded Bunin.
First Deputy laid before him some dark purple folder. Opening it, he looked at the sheet of paper that was in it, and said softly:
- You believe in his own immortality?
- I? - Cyril shrugged. - Well ... Now, yes ... although of course all with your words ... beard, then I grow. This means that the cells, after all evolve, or age.
- It's being studied - the governor was gloomy, he flashed his evil eye. - But, mind you, you shave less often than out there in a past life!
- Well, it looks like this ... - Cyril shrugged again.
- Cyril. We want the level of the government, that you would help us. You and no one else!
- And I'll help you! Give my liver? - He smiled sadly, and then realized he was talking too boldly, as if before them equal. - So you can not ask ... permission.
But the governor is not angry, in fact, he smiled good-naturedly, and, looking first at Bunin (he nodded his head at him), then these Siamese twins - and Saltykov Shchedrin said amiably:
- No, we do not want you to let the bodies and pieces. It is not profitable, and not what nothing will. Before you were seven similar people. Seven people with similar symptoms. But, they all slept ... not more than twenty, well, a maximum of thirty years. And you almost ninety!
Cyril knew it was time to open the card and identify yourself as a man who, in principle, all the same. And there is nothing here rassusolivat with these dressed up as clowns, director of the historical theater of the absurd.
Lucinschi chuckled and waved his hand
- So what? I do not want to lecture about it. I do not care. I want to know that you still want me to do. Forgive my bluntness - Cyril went on the offensive.
But the scandal did not happen. The decor is not tense. No, nothing happened. First was silence, Cyril even thought that his interlocutors do not even know what to do in this situation. And then his voice one of the men in orange. It was the Toli Toli Saltykov Shchedrin. Cyril did not realize it at them confused.
- What is usually the people want? - Asked the man in orange.
Kirill looked at him like a madman. He shook his head and sighed, muttered.
- Well, how could I forget? Bread and circuses ...
- Well, yes. But all the same?
- And what else did, well, I do not know - thought Cyril.
Then joined the conversation the second man in the orange, Toli Toli Saltykov Shchedrin:
- Understand Kirill, the Russian people constantly dissatisfied power. He wants to change! He wants her death. He gets tired of it! He, his mother always ... want change! just now I even do not feed bread ... Yes, the bread. Especially, when he is gone, and things are not going as it seems.
- So what next? I do not understand? - Cyril sighed again.
- And what to do when, well, here comes the new government? A? - A man in orange, unnaturally bent his face and squinted.
Cyril pouted:
- I do not know ...
Then his voice Bunin, he was brief, though an ax chopped:
- We need to create a new elite.
Again, a man in an orange:
- Because, as the old, died or been destroyed. Is not it?
Cyril was a little embarrassed by the attack in four barrel. He looked from one to the orange, then on the second:
- Well, so ...
Then the governor went on the offensive, he even got up from his throne-chair:
- And what if the elite is constant? Understand! It does not need to be changed! And it can not be changed! Because it is constant and unchanging!
- How is it? - Cyril was taken aback.
The governor replied sharply and loudly, as if at the rally:
- Here's how! She lives forever! It is eternal and will never die! She always will be!
- Are you kidding? - Cyril squeaked.
- What a joke! - Added Bunin. - All real! And you ... example of this. And it started long, long ago.
- What started? - Do not believe his ears Lucinschi.
The governor sighed and sat down, closed his eyes and rubbed his nose. Then, it is low and somehow slowly and distinctly, separating each word, said:
- We have the so-called supreme state the idea that we are going to implement. The idea is very simple. Every change and reform is detrimental to our society. For our people. This shows the history of our nation. Every now and stagger from one historical festivities end to another, it is fraught with trouble for the entire nation. The main reason for this is that even the most stable and exclusive system, once simply die because he was dying of his elite. His ruling power! That's why the Communists lost power in the end of the last century? Because they died their elite Bolshevik elite! And there was one nomenclature. And she, like infected, began to decompose. And decayed to the complete destruction of the state. Now imagine that the elite would be, well, the ruling elite is not dead! She would have lived a hundred, hundred and fifty, two hundred years, or even three hundred! What would happen? Yes, there was a dashing aside! Such is our national idea that would create for our country, the so-called eternal elite ruling class who will know that in front of him, a lot of time and most importantly stable time! And people will know - how many generations will not be replaced, everything will be stable and the same. And then here is calm and gracious will begin for our republic times. That's the main goal of our national idea, which we want to implement. And the principal assistant to become, you Cyril!
- Again, I? Why me?! You want to be long-lived, or whatever ... immortal! - Angry Lucinschi.
But his irritation again reacted very cautiously:
- Yes, but the first on the ground immortal man is you! Thank you! No one knows how it happened, but we set it up. And you have to help us. That's it! - Said Bunin.
- You, Cyril understand. The whole history of our country it is, because it was a sine curve due to the instability of the elite, which then dies, then revived. Need to stop doing it. That's all. Then we can surely give the people of very different conditions for the development and life. We exclude from its habitat so that's unnecessary and harmful care as a change of government. That's it! - Said Saltykov toli toli Shchedrin.
His twin brother picked up the word:
- It is a beginning, not only for our country. This is the output for the entire planet! But first it is necessary to develop directly from us, what then on favorable terms, if you will - to sell technology. And to make our country special! We have here a plan! When our elite will be, as it were, immortal, then we will offer it and the elites of other countries! But for this we require a special tax for our state. Every country in the world that wants to have his immortal elite will have to deduct depending on the development of a certain percentage of the fund of the content of our country. And our people can live off of others! It is because of the state of our ideas!
- You understand! Cyril! - Cried the governor. - It's to be a fairy tale. Heaven on earth for our people! For our country! Each ordinary people we can live through others. And live comfortably, despite the fact that our elite is immortal! This is the genius of all that was in the land of genius! - The governor stood up and threw his hand forward.
Cyril sat silent. He listened to the speeches and his hands grew numb. No, not from fear, but from the reality of horror and despair of the position in which he found himself. He watched these people swallowing saliva, and was silent. He did not want to talk. Only silence ...
Bunin sighed and patted his hand on the folder and added:
- So, it's simple. We now have an immortal man. We want it so that's a first, steel, and a few others. Then another. Then another. The so-called triple-stream. This special state list of officials who receive one medication that could prolong their lives. That's it! Then, at the state level, we are selling this technology immortality elites of other countries that can apply them to yourself. And for that we get endless economic benefits and will enjoy our nation. That is, we create, like this, a kind of perpetual motion machine. What we have in the end? The first elite live forever. Second, people do not worry and do not require a change of power, because, in his carefree life, though short.
Then re-entered, Saltykov toli toli Shchedrin:
- But, the fact that life, so to speak, short, to put it simply, the normal life expectancy of the average person in this and charm. After all, he will try to continue his race. That is, there will be, some turnover of people. Yes, and the load on the planet will be.
He was seconded by his "brother" is likely Shchedrin ... maybe Saltykov. They will decide who these twins? Some terrible kaleidoscope of birth in uniform!
- Yes, because you imagine if everyone on earth will last forever, and all will be fruitful, we were just there, two hundred - three hundred years, not enough space! Earth's orbit will come down from overload. Because it's lower turnover needed.
- And yet, that's what a genius in this regard. Those people who receive the drug code of immortality or long life, can not have children. Before taking this medication will be introduced procedure of castration.
Cyril shuddered. The governor, seeing this, grinned
- No, you misunderstood. We have not cut the eggs. Just everything! Here is a man, takes a special chemical and can no longer have children. His seed is not produced here are now hereditary hormones! That's it.
The room suddenly was silence. Cyril, I suddenly realized that hears clearly his heart beat. He swallowed again.
- Well, as you, our plan? - Asked the governor happy.
Cyril sighed and shrugged
- Honestly, I need to recover from such a statement here. This is all very interesting ... - Kirill said tactfully and looked down.
- I see ... you have doubts. Skepticism, so to speak. Well, what a reasonable person should always be skeptical - sniffed Bunin.
- You ask! Do not be afraid! - Encouraged him one of the Saltykov Shchedrin.
- What do you think here dubious? - Insisted supreme.
- I do not know ... - Cyril muttered. - I think, I'm sorry, it's hardly feasible.
- Why not?! - Barked all four in one voice.
Cyril confused. He looked at them with eyes full of fear and uncertainty, and again looked down:
- I am not a specialist in the sociology or whatever ... psychology and philosophy, but I think ... a utopia. One thing, that's when your inner circle, called the ruling elite, that's going to be like me. But when you want people to plant parasitism on the needle? This is the end! It may be the end! And why would he even need to live?
There was silence.
Again, only the heart beats. Uniform and disturbing impacts of the meat, which rides so far, chasing the blood through the body.
Finally, the voice of the ruler;
- And you're not quite so stupid as I thought. Something you know. And the question is correct. That's why we are here and sit down and develop a strategy that would have to live it to the people wanted. And that's all this theater of the absurd and the anthem, and with a carnival called the supreme council, he's specially arranged, that the people would not have been so dull and sickly somehow cheered his life! Somehow! It is necessary to arrange theater, politics and existence of power at all! Therefore, as our people are so lazy that he did not even want to fight for your life! He does not care: will die, it tomorrow or not! That is the main problem and the pain! - The governor said it sincerely.
That, at least, seemed to Cyril.
- Here, judge for yourself Cyril! Why do we have all the time in the country may have been dictators? However they called? The Grand Duke, King, Emperor or the Secretary General and the President! Because people always want just a dictator! - Literally yelled one of the Saltykov Shchedrin.
He was seconded by brother:
- That the people, or rather of the people who survived with super totalitarian regime, very hard, at which the governor was cutting the head to the left and to the right, inadvertently creates a pedestal for a dictator! They say, we're right here by us harder! Because he has already agreed to it for what was to live! And most importantly - if the dictator should not think! No need to expend the energy of creation! That's it! It's easy!
Cyril blinked. He was breathing heavily. These cries really troubled him. They were like installing a hypnotist. In a daze, he heard the voice of the supreme:
- You need to know Cyril another truth. Our! Purely ours. No ruler is not eternal. And it is not all-powerful! That's it!
Kirill said nothing. He opened his eyes and looked at the man. Normal eyes. But somewhere in there like it was on fire, buzzing like a giant furnace choking terrible fire! Tolley hate toli force. Cyril felt it! He sighed, but could not answer!
- That's why we gave you a look at this patient, which you are at it, in the past known as Lenin. Now he's just a poor old man with the letter zero ninety. And he will live as long as we want! We will use as many as you see fit! We can do with it all. And he can not do, though, formally, it is the people, not all of course, but many almost holy genius. That such is our truth. And do not feel sorry for him! He deserved what he do with it?
Cyril nevertheless gained strength and growled:
- So you have it, as I was forced to piss in a pot?
And then there was a Homeric laughter. No, the thunder of laughter! They laughed together! That's it! Bellow, opening their mouths wide. They, as if on command, rend their lungs and throat that terrible roar!
- What are you laughing at? What's wrong with that? - Cyril angry.
Ruler finished laughing. His subordinates jumped up. He also stood up and brushed the edge of the eye tear and conciliatory and once even said plaintively:
- Okay, enough, enough. You need to rest. Think. And think about how you can better!
He made it clear that the conversation was over. Kirill looked behind was already accompanied by one of the soldiers of protection. He smiled politely. Cyril got up and walked to the edge of the podium, where he slowly walked down the little stairs. Soldiers followed behind. Two others were waiting for them at the bottom. They politely stood side floor Cyril.
Suddenly, something rumbled above and on the podium, but rather with him down a giant glass toli toli curtain pouring cube of glass. He set the table itself podium. Saltykov Shchedrin and ruler, as well as Bunin remained seated behind this transparent partition.
Now they were so similar to the aquarium fish ... commercials, colorful fed fatty fish ...
- It's a soundproof protection. Now Comrade Commander and his deputies will address important security questions. Very important. These questions, one should not, know or hear - whispered one of the soldiers. - And now, please go ahead.
Cyril moved to the door to this huge carved gilded doors. No, not the door, and carved works of art. Near them on the one side stood the one soldier in a high fur hat with a frog on the chest, screaming wildly at foreplay anthem.
Cyril in horror saw that the corners of his mouth at this watch, scars. He had scars on his face, as if he, the hero of the famous novel "The Man Who Laughs." Cyril shuddered. He slowly walked past the man, who stood as a wax figure.
When they left the hall Cyril without turning his head, he asked, the talkative soldier, who explained to him about the aquarium ...
- And that guy, well, that ... loudmouth, he, with that mouth?
- This anthem accompanist! Very honorable position in public rituals here. To get to his place of a human being from a family of honorable. They were specially trained at a special school. And when there comes even undercut mouth students. That's it. Here on this and scars.
- Mouth? He cut his mouth that he would open his wider it?
- Yes! Without this, the school will not accept ... yes there is check the volume with which you can scream ... I did at first wanted to go to this school here ... But I did not have the power to vote, - the soldier said with sadness, while they waited for the elevator in the hallway a little secret.
- You, what would that you would tear fall ... Well, it's ... cut mouth?
- Well, what's wrong with that? But then you know what honor? What are the benefits and what pension?! A? For life is guaranteed! - Smacked his tongue soldiers.
- Yeah ... broken mouth and all ... - Mockingly agreed with him Cyril.
The way back home, or rather, the hotel seemed to him again long. Again some passages, elevators and hallways. He is always confused where to go. He was accompanied by a business and straighten his elbow and guided in the right direction. When they arrived at the hotel they were again met Khrushchev. He looked at the soldier and asked,
- The route was the fifth?
- Yes ... so precisely.
- Well, tomorrow sixth.
- Yes, - the soldier turned and disappeared into the corridor.
Cyril realized it every time, drive a new route. Perhaps for that would, he could not remember the road. He smiled, because I caught myself thinking that even if it wanted to, and every time drove on the same route, he still would not have remembered it.
Khrushchev personally accompanied him to the room. But to the surprise Lucinschi this is not the room was Lenin. Quite different. When they came in, it turned out that this is a whole multi-room apartment with luxury furniture, a small mini-pool and a huge three, no four bedroom.
Cyril stood undecided and considered the palace.
- Here is our best, or rather one of the best suites. Here and will now live. By the way these numbers are only three. And all of them for President or even some, well, very important persons. Kings, princes and other notable guests who come on official visits to the Kremlin. That is so proud! - Khrushchev and sighed with envy.
- Hmm, and that the old man, I can not?
Khrushchev, who looked at him sadly and said:
- No, it's not safe for you. You saw how he can lead. And believe me, this is not the most aggressive attack. Is even worse. And you just may not have time to help. And why do you sleep in the same room with a crazy old man? Why! Because it Lenin? Check it will pass. This euphoric sensation. You get used to the fact that he Lenin. Here, there is nothing special. And so, you still better to live here ... and even more convenient.
- And yet ... this order? On top? - Cyril nodded at chic ceiling with lots of lights.
- Well, maybe, but this is the desire of the zero-nineties. After all, we showed him a tape with its new nightmare.
-? With today?
- Well ... Yes. He said that you need to settle.
Cyril sighed and turned and went and dropped into a huge soft velor chair.
- I wish I would have been interesting to talk to him. And I still see him? - He asked, looking eyes, a huge glass bar in the corner, which was more than the bottles in a wine shop in the window.
- Maybe ... likely to see. But, for now, until now ... Can drink, - Khrushchev saw Kirill considers alcohol.
- Thank you, understand ... a bath, a pool can too much as I want? And the water is not shut off? Do you, by the way, in the summer for ten days, we did not turn off the water? Well, that would be there to change the pipes or even what ...
- Uh, no, do not shut off ... and not disabled. If that call the maid ... red button by the bed and the front door ... and by the way, among the workers there are women ... But, this is just in case you are interested ... - Khrushchev meanings winked.
Cyril chuckled in response. Hotel chiefs threw up his hands:
- Well, then I have to go ... - And turned and started to leave.
He disappeared through the door silently.



***



Cyril smiled and reached out in his chair, stood up and walked over to the bar. Took out the biggest pot-bellied bottle, unscrew cap, took a sip straight from the bottle.
Esophagus burned. It was a good Havana rum. Cyril frowned, sighed, muttered under his breath:
- And what is still ...
He has long dabbled in the pool. Ducked his head and snorted like a walrus. Then again dived and took the edge of the bottle and swallowed a nasty warm rum. When he got tired of swimming, he got out of the pool and, without drying, dripping on expensive, apparently, Persian rugs on the floor and went into the kitchen naked. It opened the refrigerator and examined its contents. White box was packed with all sorts of delicacies. Kirill chose a small jar of caviar, opened it, and podkovyrnul caviar finger, bringing it to his lips, licked. Then took out a large piece of ham and a bit off from him that he could. Then took another sip rum and walked into the bathroom. There, taking a shower, put on new clothes ... that someone unknown had prepared for him. He was no longer strange that all come, as if it was sewn on.
Cyril again walked around the room. three rooms. one of them is something like the office. There's a chair seat couch and a large flat screen TV on the curb. Large vases in the corners. Curve stylish floor lamp in the chair. The second room is a bedroom with a huge bed, with a high back and two side tables guessed Cyril walnut sides. Neither these, stylish lamps. Closet with a bunch of like each other suits, tunics, built right into the wall.
The third room something like a gym, there was a mini pool. Couch, again a big TV and some other devices, an exercise bike. And the last room - a living room, with a huge closet with shelves, on which stood a variety of thick books with beautiful gold cover. Cyril tried to pull one of them, but I realized that this is only an imitation of the book.
- His mother! And you can not read the book ...
He plopped down in boredom on the couch and looked at the huge flat screen TV in the corner.
- And how to turn this crap?
And then, as if an invisible genie, like a magician, his wish fulfilled. TV clicked, beeped, and the screen lit up his blue light. He danced, some half-naked girl. She sang quite absurd and stupid song with stupid and disgusting text and quite primitive, vulgar tune. The main merit was that girl that she is, and it almost fell out of bra huge tits.
Kirill looked at this hot beauty and hiccuping, sipping rum. He already was rather drunk. He was about to lie down and go to sleep right there on the couch.
But!
He was awakened by a knock.
Yes! Yes! A knock on the door!
"God, I lost touch with it! Normal human knock at the door! Do not call! No! A knock! The usual knock! How great it is, like this, to hear that there was a knock to you, and you yourself can decide to open or not. And this same man will only with your permission. Lord, how long before the sound of ... "- he thought Cyril.
He sat spellbound listening to someone persistently banging on the door. Lucinschi reluctantly got up and made his way to the front door. He looked at her and pulled the handle.
Behind the door stood ... Lenin.
The old man smiled warmly and looked at the eyes of Cyril "pervohodki cabin boy" before the circumnavigation.
- Good evening my friend! - Lenin looked at the bottle of rum, which was hanging in the hand of Cyril. - Oh-oh-oh, I see you've already started, to relax! But in vain! I would like to invite you on a very unusual walk! - Again, a Jewish accent, so Ilich worried. - Well, are you ready to go? Or there'll be gradually transformed into a pig?
Cyril chuckled and smiled:
- Listen Ilyich? And you have an armored car?
- No armored car. Rusty. Well, what do you go or what? - Lenin became gloomy.
- And we did not get caught?
- Do not get caught.
Cyril trudged behind Lenin. He was drunk, so it was very surprised that they had not been escorted from the protection to which he was accustomed. They walked a short time, a couple of times turned down the corridor and up the small stairs. Finally, Lenin led Cyril to a very narrow inconspicuous door, disguised as understood Lucinschi under the flap over the fire hydrants.
- Here come ... - Mysteriously whispered Lenin.
- What is it?
- Entrance to the past ... - Lenin pulled the door.
Behind her was a round iron door, which was closed to most valve.
- Come help me! - Nod to constipation Ilyich.
Cyril pulled the latch, that after a few seconds, and yielded reluctantly walked away. Lenin opened the hatch somehow bewitched. Slowly, carefully, he looked inside the large circular manhole. The smell of mold and dampness hit in the nose. From this a secret mini-tunnel came through strongly.
First dived into the hole Lenin. After a few seconds after it climbed and Lucinschi. He was holding a bottle and was afraid to break up and spill. Inside the tunnel was steep spiral staircase that led straight up. Cyril lifted his head and wanted to consider the light at the end of the tunnel. But I could not.
Only black!
Feeling of some dark infinity swept mind. Cyril, came down on the creaking and slimy from mold and water escape. Lenin began to rise slowly, he walked almost silently, occasionally steps creaked under his boots. But Cyril, now and then rang and rattled on the turns when lifting. Lenin always dissatisfied hush him. They crept up long. Had not cross over one hundred degrees. After ten minutes of this endless climb, Cyril realized how deep underground is their elite hotel.
He was quite tired and out of breath, prayed:
- All I can not! Say to rise? And Vladimir Ilyich? I do not in the bright a future?
- The bright future Cyril we're already were. Now here, it is necessary to visit the dark, but such a beautiful and mysterious past! - Snapped Lenin, too, panting from exhaustion. - A little more my friend ... and we are there!
Sure enough, a minute later, they again buried in a round hatch, which abuts a spiral staircase. Cyril, looked down and saw there, somewhere deep, a small, very tiny strip of light. He tried to imagine what height underneath.
But in vain.
- Floors forty no less ... - He muttered under his breath.
- Well, thank God, got! - Breathlessly moaned Ilyich.
He is very hard to breathe, no joke octogenarian average rose skyscraper elevator. This is still the record.
- And you know that, thank God, you do not believe in him? And the priests were called bloodsuckers and idlers. So after all your works has been written! - Quipped Lucinschi.
- Well, you never know what I wrote in the mountains there is a p-ryachke! Was young and stupid! - Lenin pulled on a pin.
Cyril saw the door disappeared, and was flushed quite dim red light.
- I ask my friend to my own abode!
- So you like Karlsson on the roof live?
- I. .. Hmm, I live between the earth and the underground! - Snapped Ilyich.
They got into one strange room. It was a melenko room. The walls are decorated with black marble to the level of the human waist, and on top of red granite. Above dim lamp lit in red shades.
- Come on, then you might be interested - Lenin Cyril pushed forward.
He tried to resist, but still succumbed to the old man. They walked a few steps to the door, she is black, metallic, with sickles and hammers, instead of pens, some strange patterns, squeezed on the plane door. Another moment, and the door opened. And then ...
Cyril nearly froze!
They were in a large darkened room with a shiny black floor. Dark red granite on the walls, yellowish-white, the dim light of the hidden lights, and in the center close to the wall is worth it! This aquarium, which extends up like glass. And the glass ... the glass coffin!
Cyril shuddered.
He involuntarily clenched and held his breath. There's a big beautiful coffin he lay ... Lenin.
- Here, I get to know this too! - Muttered pleased Ilyich.
- It is there that we're at it, there is a well ... - Cyril startled, stood motionless.
They were in a mausoleum!
The most famous mausoleum in the world! Mausoleums of Lenin - Vladimir Ulyanov-Lenin. And next to him was a living Ilyich, where five meters behind the glass, lay the corpse!
- Well, tell my friend? A? No wonder you're panting all the stairs!
Cyril instantly sobered up. He wanted to drink, but in his hand was a nasty warm rum.
Still, he took a sip and grimaced
- Yes, the case ... no, I'm just in hell ... I was standing next to Lenin ... his coffin! Ma-and-amb GUT-of-Oy!
- Yes, with ... Nadia would see it. Although she had seen. But I did not see her reaction. Yes, sir ... - Vladimir Ilyich sighed. - How she must have suffered. And that thought. Here's looking at me ...
- Listen to Lenin? And what it is, well, just like that, to see yourself? A? The dead? But watch and know that it's you! Well this is disgusting probably ...
Lenin sighed. He took a few steps to the sarcophagus. Touched the cold bulletproof glass and, nodding at the body, behind that loud voice, so that the echo resounded, the gloomy dungeon:
- Not that disgusting, my friend, what do you see yourself in a coffin. And the fact that you yourself put yourself in that coffin! And so, he took and put!
- Wait, But you were against it? You were against the well, here's your immortality after death ... Well I do not say that. In general, here's what would you like that, that's pickled? Or am I wrong?
- Right is wrong. I do not know ... - Lenin was quite sad. - And the fact that I'm so laid himself in this beautiful casket is real.
There was silence, Cyril heard Lenin's lips moved. He said something very quietly muttering to himself. Cyril swallowed mouth, sighing, said:
- Listen to Lenin, and the hell you brought me here? A?
- I am, I brought to show you what will happen to you.
- With me?!
- Well, yes!
- Stop, stop! I did not mean that I was immortal and would not that be me like pickled in a jar! It is you want? And here I am!
Lenin turned and looked at Cyril. He did not see his eyes in the dim light but felt that Lenin looks at him, with the universal sadness in his eyes:
- I wanted it! And you lie!
- Do not you understand?
- And what is there to understand? I made a mistake, and will suffer many more! But that would be a possibility, though somehow stop it and I brought you here for a tour ...
Cyril did not understand the deep trace in the words of the leader and, with a sigh, walked over to the window, beyond which lay a coffin. He peered into the dead man's face, then glanced at the leader:
- Who is this something for you? What more miserable? Who kill and dried, that he would play your here, terrible and sad role?
Lenin also looked at the dead man in the coffin and said:
- It's a doll. Normal wax doll. But, you're right. The Bolsheviks here lay a real person. They found somewhere near my copy. Twin. Trotsky gave a command. And they have found some kind of a man, a gentleman, by the way. Him in the basement Cheka discovered. Shaved, washed, photographed, examined, and compared the data with me and ... put to sleep.
- As a dog?
- Maybe I do not know the method. Maybe just let the poison. While hardly ... because the poison could act badly on the fabric, color change, etc. and, in general, to spoil the body for embalming. So that certainly the man's death was easy.
Kirill looked again, then Lenin, his counterpart in the coffin glotnuv a little rum, snorted
- Hmm, well, what happened to this guy?
- Where was what happened to ... so rotten! - Jerked Ilyich.
- How does it ... rotten? They say that all the ages! That, they say: unique body be preserved!
- Yes, the way it is. All would be, and it was so. And the body was more - less suitable. And everything was going according to plan. Decay and decomposition almost was not. But the war against Hitler. And there evacuation that became fatal for the body. When the body was taken in a carriage to Tyumen, then there is something wrong in the way, in general, the energy has turned off, and backup generator they did not have this, or that there was a power, I do not know. So, the body, as they say - Cold, that is allowed in the sarcophagus with the fresh air, bacteria and germs. Well, that's all. Pr-r-process was carried went to stop, no one could.
Cyril tapped his palm over the thick glass, as if confiding its strength. Then gently kicked toe shoes:
- Yes, but the shot, I suppose someone? For this now, should be there! Leader rotten! His mother! - Cyril again sipped rum and looked at the corpse in a coffin.
Lenin was quite sad chuckle continued:
- No, not shot, just said nothing to anyone. Neither Stalin nor Beria knew. And be sure ... But, the doctors decided that they have enough time until they themselves, well, Stalin and Beria alive! And they were right! Decomposed corpse, of course, but slowly. And there ... fifty-third, and of Stalin, Beria then. In general, he finally rotted in the seventies.
Kirill looked at Lenin and saw that he was like a still. At that moment his face was like the face of the corpse in a coffin. True, the corpse was virtually no wrinkles on his forehead a kind of false purity, freshness and youthfulness unnatural death. Brilliant almost smack cheeks blush. And here, on this, the living, as the poet of genius forehead wrinkles entire Cordillera.
Cyril grinned
- Just like the story of my unhappy country in the twentieth century! Short course ka pe es es! His mother! Communist Trojan horse, so to speak! Jauntily first corpse, so cute, materialized so to speak, instead of the outdated Christ! But then what? Then the infection ... it's a period of repression of Stalin's collectivization and other trick, well, and then the wind changes, and all that, and ended stagnation. Brezhnev, so to speak. Something rotting corpse! Bobby's dead! Symbolic! - Cyril sarcastic grin. - He looked again at Lenin and understood what I said too much. - Oh, sorry generously! I'm sorry if offended. But, I had you in mind, and history.
Lenin was a sad smile and a sigh, said:
- Nothing, the way it is. You'll laugh, but it was. There was one oddity when Tse - ka. The Communists are atheists, at least in my period. Out with the old and stuff! We believe that man does whatever he wants! That's it! Well, a man completely without faith may. And everyone, as you know, in my heart is still superstitious pagan. They believed every now tellers, and of other charlatans. Well, here's one uttered, they say: the party will live as long as Lenin's in the coffin is supervised. Like, say, all the rot kirdyk-to say so. That croaked! Scoundrel!
- Hmmm, well, then, that when the rot?
- Well, then, then summoned a council, here, I just completely restored after sleep. In the mind. I normally speak at least started. It was seventy-five. Here, the special meeting. Secret. I was invited too. And that's what happened. Doctors say that, well, well of course for another ten years, it was restored. But have podmolodit, say, a corpse. Otherwise too terrible to be briskly. Makeup and stuff. But, warned everyone will notice, that Lenin is younger. Brad! And here, the word I was given, I asked to have the man, though dead, is no longer tortured me. He asked that it's better to let the doll and to me that would be more similar. Well, so decided. Togo poor guy buried. And, as I understand it, with honors even. Well, not just there, in cloth and in the pit or in the oven. And at Novodevichy! - I. somehow funny agitplakatnomu straight on, arms stretched out, starting from the palm on the coffin. - However, secretly, at night, but still! He is, after all, Lenin even fake. It is impossible to him as a vagrant in the furnace or the dustbin of history so to speak! This is also symbolic too! Members of the tse-ka agitated!
- Stop! Why abandon the original plan, then? Well, that Trotsky was invented? With the new era, the era of there. Well, a new chronology?
- And-and-and, you about this? - Lenin looked down and thought. - About the Resurrection? Well, that was the plan bold and beautiful. Lev Davidovich done. But, it was the plan of the early twenties to the forties. When else, according to Trotsky, it was possible to raise the proletariat to fight foreign and make the world revolution! And then, then the relevance of the plan simply melted away before our eyes. War, there is one and other developments. Then thaw, space, humanity breakthrough in knowledge. And most importantly, all steel, all too aware, even the members of the Task tupolobye a minute. And in the seventies is simply no sense of this here, a historical statement. First: the bourgeoisie would require a thorough examination! Research. And who gave it to them to make? Access to the body and so on. This was not at all out of the question. Second: those for whom this action was intended - the proletarians of developed countries, too, would have believed it if you were not impressed. Well, revived Lenin. So what? It would have been a purely medical and not a political experiment. That's it! Therefore, Brezhnev and the rest of the political bureau gave up the idea of Trotsky. Was of course the one who always tryndit thing to raise, it's a ... Suslov and so he was not supported. And the doll did. We decided that being, let the wax doll will. On her way, and the less money I had to spend on maintenance and service. That's it.
Kirill looked at the leader, scratching his finger in his ear and said:
- Listen Ilyich, this is probably true, that's mausoleum is not demolished. While it has long needed. There are some rumors ... rather went, well, in my time there when I lived. That demolished the mausoleum and the whole country will disappear. Well, no, not the Soviet Union or Russia. It's nothing. Break it! Now I believe.
- Well it's scary. Kirill, scary, because when one's body and the bloody pyramid as a mystical novel - it all depends! Well this is scary ...
Cyril sipped rum and handed the bottle:
- Here, drink this. Remember him ... rather you ...
But Lenin refused, he shook his head and turned away. Cyril even thought that Lenin began to cry. Lucinschi wanted something to cheer the old man, but he did not know.
- Listen Ilyich, when the dead, well, Stalin. He is now here with you lying? How is it, then did not want to, well, there to restore the brain.
- Well I, I tell you. He did not want to own! He was a believer. Though a scoundrel and a butcher, but was afraid of God. Strong! After all, he studied at the seminary and something understood in the faith. He, by the way, of all his pack, who betrayed our ideals real Bolsheviks, was the most intelligent. What's that, and the mind is an analyst, he really was. Here, however, education is not enough. But, here's a position he deputized flair. And he would not let himself like this hack. He knew, as did to me, at first turned into a living corpse, then began to consider the microscope. He was fastidious. Not like that would have it. And then - who needed it, raise it? They all wanted that he had died quickly! He's tired of all! Thirty years without a break! So, even those who dare to poison a dog ...
- His Well that travanuli?
- Well, they say. Although I then slept. I do not know. And those who participated in it, are themselves dead. What difference. And yet, after all, what would you talk to restore the brain's need to revive or if you remember drinking this interim. Stalin had it was not! I told you. All stocks withdrew Trotsky, then brought with him to immigrate, but Pak disappeared. Here. By the way, why Stalin had Trotsky sought, even abroad! He wanted to find the interim! And he sought! And Trotsky drank it too! Took and drank interim, as I wanted. He also about a medical experiment asked to deliver. Well, to lull him and that would liven up when Stalin will not. Here's a drink. And he had to be put down. There, in Mexico in the forties. Day operations already been appointed. And so on. But that Stalin did not return. He sent this killer and the ax broke his head off. But why? Is not it easier to just be my friend, kill, shoot! No, see, it was necessary to destroy the brain! Make it completely unsuitable for recovery! This agent is a strict instructions given! Therefore, it is his head off with an ice ax, and then smashed. And as it turns out - smashed well. Levu restore or lull could not. He just died and rotted ...
- Yes ... Gee. Here's to know it all a hundred years ago ...
Lenin looked at Kirill and turned toward the door. On the way he threw:
- And, what would change? Nothing. This I understand. And what would you know ... I envy leve ... I'd better ax ...
His silhouette was barely visible in the dim light. Small frail old man. Dry and miserable. He seemed to melt in the darkness of history, and yet stood out again. Not on earth or in heaven or under the earth ....
So it seemed to Cyril.
- Cyril, it's time! Enough for today. We still have some who to meet.
Cyril, sighed and walked after Lenin. He shuffled the shining marble floor and occasionally glancing at the sarcophagus. He suddenly realized that one of the glass wax doll looks at him. He felt terrible. He ran over to Lenin, trying to keep up with him.
Ilich and pulled the massive door, and they went to a small, very dark corridor. Then go to the touch of the past.
- Look out! Steps ahead ... - Whispered Ilyich.
They went down the stairs and not much turned to the right. Ominous footsteps echo. Then right again, and again a small staircase. Lenin was surely in the dark, and surprisingly cheerful. Cyril, with his hand on his shoulder, like a blind man walking over a guide.
- Well, here come ... - Breathed I.
Cyril froze. He tried, at least something to consider, but I could not, the darkness was, even if the eye.
A second later, something clicked and before them, slowly dissolve a small but thick steel door. They went inside. It was a narrow tunnel with stairs leading down. But the staircase was steep, it was based in another door. They descended the stairs slowly, though here, the darkness dissipated dim lamp in the corner.
And Lenin pulled the handle. But the door did not budge. Lenin then kicked three times in it. After a few seconds the bolt snapped and the door opened, they went inside. Small round room, white walls and dark floor in the middle of a round table. Behind him are people in chairs. Cyril tried to review them.
- Hello, Freedom, God's will! Loud said a man who stood up from the table.
Cyril thought he had heard the voice, but his eyes still only accustomed to the darkness, bad allowed to consider you in this room.
- Come on, ladies! We are waiting for you already! - Said the same man.
Cyril hesitantly walked to the center. Ilyich busily sat empty chair. Cyril sat side by side on the same. Lucinschi surveyed the people who sat at the table and to the surprise realized that their authors have not considered possible. In all wore shiny white plastic masks with slits for the eyes and mouth. They were much like hockey goalie masks, even though they were something of Venetian carnival.
- Welcome dear messenger of the past - said the same man.
His voice seemed familiar Luchinsky again.
- We have decided to invite you to our meeting. So, you are among the members of the supreme council of the people's movement a normal life! I am chairman of the movement, but you know my name, no need, to know how the other members of this esteemed council. This is done through security, so we put on a mask, and the same coat!
Kirill, sighed, and casually put nearly empty bottle of rum on the table. He looked at her, and obliznuvshis, took a sip.
There was silence at the table.
- Something I do not understand. Ilyich. You called me for a walk, and led, as I understand some of the conspirators? The Masons yours? Your mother! This has everything else! Yes, now I'm like a supreme, not just piss in the bowl will make!
But Lenin did not say anything, he somehow despicable smiled Ilyich tapped the table and nodded to the chair.
He stood up and said:
- You see and you are afraid of the supreme! Do not be afraid! You are under our protection! Here, at the table, there are high-ranking officials and military leaders, heads of various departments, law enforcement agencies! They will not allow that to happen to you something.
- Hmm, that they think so, as well as descend into our hotel and take me there ... - Cyril muttered. - And why would you have invited me to her? I have something, why do you need? The secret of eternal life? So I do not know ... - Breathed Lucinschi.
- No! You are wrong! - Said the president, he was still standing, though all were. - You have been called here the opposite: to explain that the secret should not fall into the hands of our supreme leader and his deputies. Shall not, for any reason!
- Do not you understand? Well you do not like those ... All right, then you do not want to live forever? - Surprised Cyril.
At the table buzzing. The sounds came from under the mask, but it seemed that buzzes in the corner, a swarm of wild bees. Cyril suddenly seemed for a moment that it is a terrible Sabbath carnival in hell. Some horrible mystical concert, angels - the underworld. Chairman raised his right hand up and everything was quiet.
He slowly sat down, and after a pause, replied:
- And you? You want to live forever?
- I?!
- Yes, you! - Insisted the chairman.
- I?! Hmm, but I'm so live ... they say forever ...
- And what is good to you? Well, now here, you well? - Grinned chairman.
Cyril licked his dried lips and shrugged
- To be honest, sucks. Khrenova got to do with you, in the words of one of the movie stars of my time, when he was in the den to Hitler.
- Well, that's why we do not want. Moreover we are reasonable people understand that the extension of human life to unrealistic deadlines, even to infinity, can result in general, to the catastrophe of humanity! And that, unfortunately, the smallest model and example for the entire world, is our long-suffering country! Man can not live forever! It is unnatural to the universe! That's why we created our movement: Normal life! This title combines both the natural and the human life span, and the notion of normalcy regarding human rights and freedoms may be! It's simple!
- Fuck! More Decembrists - Futurists everything else! - Smacked evil Cyril.
He looked evil to Lenin, who was almost without emotion. He methodically stroked his red-haired beard.
Lucinschi completely mad:
- Well, you are. Ilyich? You have not played enough, his mother! In the revolution, conspiracy, and other stuff?! You're that little, they won, they done to you? In the bank as a scorpion have dried! Back to the old? Can you tell them once again begin to write their thesis: according to the current moment?
Lenin sighed and said quietly:
- That's it! I have enough of that! I do not want more! I'm sick of it all! That's why I'm here!
- So the counter-revolution? - Cyril laughed and clapped, which is the power of his palm on the table. - You are now Ilyich contraception? Yes? And not afraid that you will put up against the wall! A? How did you bourgeois in his time?
- I dream! Dream Cyrus-p-ryusha! I dream about it! Though die like a man!
Cyril was stunned, he looked at Lenin and could not understand his words. Sense because he could not penetrate the skull.
- You understand Cyril gathered here really sensible people who want to benefit not only their children, but to all people! Yes, the whole world! You know? We do not want any unfulfilled projects here, such as: world communism! On the contrary, we wish that everything was as it was, has evolved as nature intended! God!
Cyril shook his head and chuckled
- Very strange Comrade Lenin! - He quipped. - To hear it from you! Right, I do not know ...
He realized that they quietly without saying a word, went to "You." And talking like old friends. As if the people who knew each other. Like beings who have become close and studied the habits of each other.
"I know him one day! Why one? I'm lying to myself ... No, I've known him all my life! Since I can remember! To me as a child asserted Grandpa Lenin! Then he rose, taldychite: Comrade Lenin, the most human person! I remember thinking that he does not go to shit! Because - gods do not shit! That he is a saint! With a woman does not sleep! That is why, perhaps, I treat him like an old friend? As part of his past life? And now trying to hurt him and hook because he disappointed me, as a person there in a past life! But here, there is another and this old man, a different man! Not the fictional and the real man! Stop! Well, he, he, so why me? It, why do this to me? "
- And that's strange! You see my life? If you can call it ... and death, you even saw my death and you see? And, what? Why is that? Why! - Lenin's eyes suddenly filled with tears.
They glistened in the dim light, like precious stones. Tears, somehow light a little red tint. The horror! Like a drop of blood!
Cyril frowned
- What's it, that what they do here? You that you will get from their venture? - Cyril nodded at the people sitting in masks.
But he said the chairman:
- He will receive honorable and decent burial. And, most importantly, the normal truth about him and his life! And it is very important to him and he is what we promise! After all, people live, live, wants to achieve something, wants to be great, but when the time comes to die, he realizes that he did everything in his life - some nonsense! And the main thing is, that would be after his death, he was treated just fine! That they knew the truth about his life! What would remember him as a normal person! Now, what does a person need in principle! On this earth! Just like that, to know that about him after his death will tell the truth! A normal dignified death ... and no not a martyr, but a normal human! Of a heart attack if you will, of something else there just yet ... Now in bed of old age - this is happiness at the end of our lives! At the end of our ignorance and sometimes a useless life! Here's what we can not promise it!
- You promised man's death?! In the case! Let not you promise, and God! He, he alone, of all may authorize! And you ...
- That's why we called you here. Otherwise, it may actually happen a lot of trouble. You are already familiar with the plan of the Supreme?
- Well, let's say ...
- And is, in that final, he wants to transform our nation?
- Well, just about ...
Chairman behaved a little aggressive. Silent the rest of this strange and almost mystical meeting were similar to jurors Inquisition.
- And this is true?! - The issue of the chairman, echoed his question.
Cyril thought, he again looked at a time for all members of this committee zagovorcheskogo.
Dark hole masks!
The eyes are not visible. But, as Cyril, looking at him with hope and trepidation. That he felt.
- You see Cyril? You do not know what has made our country the supreme? - Suddenly spoke up another man in a mask.
He sat to the left of Lucinschi. His voice was low and husky, smoky. Ligament in humans were not burned, not deformed.
- He was in power for more than eighty years old! Such have never in history has been, even in the darkest times of the monarchy or dictatorship! And it was a time of continuous experimentation. He completely lost his sense of reality! He thinks that he can decide for himself! If not himself, then the narrow circle of his helpers! All controls, built their system due to its scheme. And I think that it is flawless! They think they lead the people, the country! Range of flattery and lies! They grimace before the people, and the people hamming it back! And nothing, but he and they roll our country into the abyss! For example, in the last twenty years we have increasingly felt the problems of energy resources. We are forced to buy energy from abroad!
- Abroad? Well, do not tell grandma! - Do not believe Kirill. - In Russia, ended in oil and gas?!
- Yes, just imagine. If not over, the reserves at the end of it. We rapidly sold oil and gas around the world! We became super raw power! We swung it for fifty years of record ... just a gigantic amount! And what? And something that we have not calculated the reserves, thought enough for another thousand years. However, the nature of the land took revenge on us.
- But humanity has long moved forward! And it is less and less need is oil and gas. Now the energy is produced from salt water and sun! Americans have invented a unique trap solar wind. Now they, and Europe gets the energy from the sun twice in the space orbit and send it to a special line of the wire to the ground. And no drilling! - His voice, still one of the members of the secret movement.
He was the second woman. Yes, it is beautiful, a woman's voice suddenly came from the neighboring mask:
- You do not have to drill, no holes to pull oil pipelines, and most importantly do not spoil the land where we live! And we, what are we? Ask, why us? Yes we all profukannyh, on some ridiculous utopian projects! We have spent huge money on such nonsense! And still have not built a proper road! A worldwide trains would fly on a cushion of almost a thousand miles per hour. And we still do, I'm sorry, the line of cocoa, through the hole in the toilet! That's it!
Once again, the chairman takes up this wave of persuasive speeches:
- And now he realized that his plan is a utopia and stupidity, and he plans to put people on the needle nahlebnichestva and foolish notion that the whole world will be something we have to! Let no one owes us! And nothing! And we do not owe anything to anyone! But the strange thing is, he's going to make her immortal elite! Understand it, in general, do not care about people, but he wants to make the elite immortal!
Cyril covered his ears and shook his head:
- Stop it! No need to put pressure on me! I already understand everything! I understand everything!
There was silence.
Cyril closed his eyes and waited. He waited, but then did not know. He suddenly felt like it, just turn off this second, just crumble to the ground insensible. That's it!
And that would be all!
Forever!
Did not know and did not see or hear!
Generally ... that there was only silence and darkness!
"This is death. It's called the Death! Hmm, this is how it turns out, a man asks, or wants to death? Just ask her! A little more and I will dream of death "- heady thoughts were defiant and some doomed.
- What do you want from me? Tell me straight! I do not need to know that you are here, in the future, have done to yourself! I do not want to know! By all the laws of life, I am twenty years, had been rotting in the ground! I do not! I have long had to eat worms! A worm poultry and birds worms again! And so on! Endless food chain! But! Tell me what you want from me now? - He yelled that there are forces. - What do you ho-ti-those?!
He did not answer one.
He heard somewhere in the wiring, buzzing energy. She runs through the wires and pushes, pushes the electrons, causing them saints in the lamps ...
- Everything's so easy! - Cyril tale is more quiet, but still hysterically. - Take right now and kill me! That's it! Issue will be solved! And if that's the ... - Cyril, nodded to Lenin. - The Ghost of Communism wants to starve, and so strangle him! You put the point! Historical point of it!
Again, for a moment, there was silence, broken by Lenin:
- They can not do it. Too easy solution which will not give the desired result.
- Why not?! - Said Kirill.
- Yes, because for you, there are still in someone else. We do not know how many will be even zero ninety-eight, ninth and hundredths. Yes I my death, will not solve the problem - stated Lenin.
- And that then decides? - Cyril asked suspiciously.
Lenin stood up, looked around, and all those present look, throwing hand forward again somehow agitplakatnomu, spoke hurriedly with a Jewish accent:
- A p-p-solve logical completion district rshenie this absurd experiment! All have died ret-p-natural way! However, this should be allowed to do all this. Pr-r-Rich all who remain to be convinced, and never pr-r-robovat experts district rimentirovat with immortality-p-rtnoy life! Never!
- Hmm, I do not understand ... - Cyril muttered.
Word again took Chair:
- Cyril, you have to play along with us. And more! To help you explore and give our doctors to restore your body so that you would normally have continued to live and finish this life ...
He was again the second woman in the mask:
- That is, you start to get old ... just grow old and that's all!
- A ruler? He's like? He's not a fool! He's already four times the normal lives? And his lackeys? And all of its elites, who will take this medicine?
The Chairman concluded the tour, future plans, and their secret organization:
- That's the trick, they should take the vaccine aging! Normal aging! That's it! But I think they should have accepted the vaccine immortality! But, then terribly disappointed in the fact that they see that happen to them in reality. Their monstrous experiment and to finish, just horrible, what would anyone else on earth, and it never occurred to try to deceive God and become immortal! No one!
There was silence again. Kirill, head bowed, sat and thought. He was not worried, but the views of these black holes, white masks, were addressed to him. After some time, all members of a secret meeting rose.
"This is how the story is decided that decide: kings, nations and even the world. Just a bunch of arrogant people going and decides that all you need to do so. God, what a defenseless humanity! If it can destroy a bunch of fellows. No monkey flock or herd of buffalo or anything to make the fauna of the world can not! That's why people, so powerful and so low and weak? He kept asking for help from God! But whether or not to help him, if he hates himself? "
In the room except Lenin, who sat and looked down on his shoes, there was only one chair.
Before leaving the room, he turned and said quietly, Cyril:
- You can all decide for yourself! Once you decide, you will approach a person with a sign on your hand. You should trust him. It will help.
Chairman of the disappeared and was very quiet.
Kirill looked at Ilyich
- Listen Ilyich? And you do ... Lenin was right? Can you ... also. Well, as it is just a character so ... Theatre! That to me here ... play?
Lenin grinned
- You can take it as you will. Believe it or not. I'll still can not prove it. But, what you said these people, really.
Lucinschi sighed. He glanced at the empty bottle of rum:
- I want to sleep and have a drink before bed. Take me back ... - He said wearily.
- Come ... - Lenin squeaking chair when getting up from the table.
Lucinschi also stood up and lazily walked after Ilyich.
On the way he quietly dropped:
- And that for a sign? A? Well, it's the chairman of a sign I said ...
Lenin stopped and rolled up his sleeve on the left arm to the elbow, held it under his nose Cyril:
 - Look here! If a person will be three of these red point on the bend, then you can rely on him.
Lucinschi tried to consider the skin of an old man's hand, but did not notice anything in the shadows. But he pretended to saw these same magical three points.
Cyril wearily nodded and muttered,
- All right, I want the camera ... or whatever it is, in the room - and he softly sang a drunken voice. - And for the window ... bullfinches were burning! And on lattices frost silver! .. But, today is not to see the dawn of Man ... today, the last time I shaved ...
Ago, they did not return the old vertical tunnel, and a lift. Lenin took him quite a different way, and five minutes later they came out it seemed familiar to him in Cyril corridor with red carpet. then suddenly they were met by guards. Two guard joined them somehow quietly. Cyril saw their faces when they went down in the elevator. He somehow funny squinting one eye, confused consider features of one or the second guard. When he opened the other eye, then he dvoilis whole form. Lucinschi sad grunted and sighed heavily. They arrived in about five minutes. His response to his posh VIP room where the door he had to part with Ilyich.
But Cyril suddenly stubborn:
- It is! Lenin! Let's go ... we're a little drink, so to speak for the victory of the world revolution!
But Lenin waved and roughly once angrily:
- You sir are drunk, you're drunk, and must be isolated at least five hours, six ... and then a refreshing shower and no sober! You Sudar-p-pi to sleep!
- Lenin! Fuck! You know what is there to say? You're not on the armored car at the Finland ... St. Pete and I do not work! Well, I'm here its Bolshevik propaganda vparivat! Drunk? Yes, today I was drunk! Fuck! Very few people, like that, just ... sees two Lenin! One in a coffin! Second live! And when I tell you - in the coffin, I saw you! This Ilyich not an insult! Ha! Ha! - And Lucinschi neighed wildly, clutching his stomach, bent almost in half.
Lenin looked down at him with disgust and said:
- That's why so? Wanted to benefit all of humanity, like a new society, and that's what happened? - Lenin pointed to the drunken Kirill.
He continued to laugh hysterically once. He's drunk and when one of his guards politely, but at the same time aggressively and vigorously pushed the room, Cyril did not even think to resist. He struggled to doplelsya to bed and fell on it, and fell on his back with outstretched arms. He slept in a couple of seconds.



***


He woke up from a wild thirst. His head did not ache with a hangover, but in the mouth, and inside burned a fire, it is a ball of heat drought body. Cyril thirsty and realized that was about to lose consciousness, if not glotnet cold water. He was surprised to find that someone is sleeping naked and carefully hid it fresh and nice smelling bed sheets. Clothes neatly folded on a chair next to the bed and the bedside table is an open bottle of mineral water. Lucinschi reached for pot and accidentally dropped a glass that stood by, and which he did not notice.
- Fuck! Oh, burning soul! - He muttered, and began greedily swallow water.
After a few seconds he was sated and, holding his breath, let it out to enjoy the full power of the lungs. Then inhaled again and sighed:
- Ugh! What saved! - He suddenly realized that he was talking to himself.
Cyril, suddenly so wanted to run to the window, and dissolving it, draw nostrils and cold fresh clean air of the street. But, immediately, he recalled that the room is located deep under the ground.
Cyril closed his eyes and groaned:
- Um ... walled demons ....
- Ah, you are a movie lover quotes! - A familiar voice, and then some applause.
Lucinschi flinched. He did not arbitrarily pulled the sheet up to her chin and looked for a place where he was hiding the invisible man. In the corner, he considered the male figure. It was Khrushchev. Head Hotel stood, arms folded across his chest.
- This you? You know ... here to spy on me? - Outraged Lucinschi, however, turned out he is not convincing, and somehow cowardly.
 0 I do not pry and my statements ... - Again the voice sounds like anxiety and very familiar ...
Cyril suddenly strained brain. It seemed to him that he had already said the voice in a past life.
"Stop? Stop? Comes to me the memory of the past? But from where I could hear the voice of the past? That he worked with me in the newspaper? Maybe ... No, it can not be! "
- Now you go to, you go to the pool and take a shower, and then, after breakfast and three days of dieting. And then you start the procedure and to survey other words its substantive work. You are waiting for the doctors to the special center at the main Kremlin Hospital.
- What! - Cyril, startled. - What research?
- Like what? And you, what do you think, why you were brought here? Supreme ruler of waiting for the results! And you have to justify his confidence! - Khrushchev said sarcastically.
"Stop! No, I definitely heard that voice! He is familiar to me! He ... he, too, that from the past? "
Cyril closed his eyes and groaned.
He suddenly remembered the hard floor delusional visit to the mausoleum. He could not understand what it was: a dream or reality?
Or maybe it's just a hallucination?
Maybe there was no mausoleum and some sort of ... conspirators?
They were not there?
- You are trying to burrow into your mind? Arise Comrade Cyril!
Again, this is a familiar voice ... he once again tormented his eardrums mystery and memory.
- And where ... Lenin?
- Vladimir Ilyich was unwell ... and as long as you do not need to see. The age of the old man as - no way!
Cyril nodded and assented gloomily:
- Yes, yes, of course ... and yet ... he ...
Khrushchev rude and categorical:
- It will be OK ... later ...
Again that voice!
Stop!
He heard it in the mausoleum! Yes! It was him! This masked man is chairman of the conspirators! This is definitely it!
Kirill looked in horror at the Khrushchev and opened his mouth in surprise and confusion that have asked, but did not. Khrushchev put his finger to his lips and looked up at the ceiling, then loudly, as if someone said,
- You had a very nervous and very strange dream? You wake up several times in delirium! You dreamed something terrible? Yes? Comrade Cyril?
Cyril helplessly shook his head, knowing that he should just keep quiet now, or play along with this ... Khrushchev and President of the conspirators.
- Yes ... so, here, I can not go away ... but I can whiskey? Or beer? - He muttered in confusion.
- No! - Cut Khrushchev. - In the near future no alcohol! You have to go to the doctors in the normal form of a sterile patient. So that the host clean up your body! - Almost ordered Khrushchev.
- When should I bude find you! - He said felts making it clear that Cyril must wait another meeting with the conspirators, toli just that Khrushchev will he give him a definite sign.
Cyril alone.
For some time he lay motionless, listening to the silence. Then make sure that the room no one else, and soon deftly climbed from under the sheet and made his way to the pool. There, he carefully descended into the water and swam a few minutes in it, like an autumn leaf - helplessly and hopelessly pointless. Then he ducked and returned to him somehow modestly courage. He then dived again and again ... then began to dabble as walrus, snorting and frolicking. Tired of their entertainment, he panted, crawled on the marble step, and sat for a while waiting for the water to completely drain from his body. Then he made his way into the large living room and saw that the bar, which are bottles, closed thick glass partition. Cyril touched it and, realizing that he was not drinking hopelessly flopped on a luxurious couch in wet swimming trunks.
Then they brought him breakfast, then he discovered that he has the opportunity to watch a movie on a plane, and the country is large TV, and then it just got to lie on the couch of idleness, singing, some matershinye bawdy songs. Then there was dinner and watch the film again from boredom. Cyril realized that the local TV program allowed him to look so, he had to, using electronic filing, which was in the TV remote for hours watching old Soviet films. Fortunately, the film library of the elite special hotel was awesome.
All this time, he realized that waiting for something. Or someone ...
But nothing happened.
He is only an ordinary prison inmate, but here, in contrast, on the same Dantes - the future Count of Monte Cristo, his camera was very, very comfortable.
He fell asleep on the couch.
And the next day the same thing happened again.
Then again.
How long was all just such faceless and long and tedious nasty days, he did not know ...
After coming from the fact that he needs to keep himself a countdown for the fifth ... or may be the seventh day, he wanted to make himself a small calendar imprisonment, but came up with where and how to do these same notch.
And three days passed in anguish and anticipation.
Timelessness. That's what it means to timelessness.
He ended up in a situation of stagnation!
While it is not necessary, it is material, but it devalued! It does not need his body, his body! His life, it is too much for him now and do not make any difference! That's no time to live!
And it is scary, and take time to be without! At least one person could imagine that he did not have time?!
It just is not necessary!
Cyril was walking, by number, then lying in bed, on the couch and all the time thinking, thinking, thinking. And thinking more and more frightened him! They frightened him just timelessness!
"We have all the time ... Lord, I even think to call time! Here we go again ... We at ... ! normal life and only think about ... time! It is for us ... then slowly stretches, it runs too fast! We have all the time ... Lord again while ... All the time we are comparing something with the times! Again with the times! Over time, old enough - said the mother! You, man's time on this earth - says pop! Time is money - said a businessman! And they're right! But could they imagine that's because once people take the time and valueless! Just remove it, as a concept, as a physical structure! And in general - while it may be a physical structure, if your body - does not age! How it can get old if you do not have time? And maybe this is the worst punishment - I ... And others like that, to feel that the time is gone! Lord, do not have time! I have now burst from thoughts of the head! Lose my mind! And in fact, as if I could go crazy on that's how to argue? I wonder when I think the time at all, there is! It stopped or not? No, it can not stop, because ... it, too, forever! What if I have the time?! What if I ... just like that - turned on?! A? Oh, how terrible! "
He fell asleep. The dream was disturbing and even if it was a dream or so half asleep.
But it came from some sort of sound. Cyril started and saw that the guards are on the threshold. And it means, finally came for him!
He was happy that he remembered all are!
- How long have you bore! - Grimly joked he fidgeted.
He dressed quickly, but somehow nervous and jerky. He was worried. He understood that it will lead somewhere, but where?
To whom?
The guards ask useless though ...
- Where are we going?
Silence ...
 Silence of the best defense ...
He was led down the hallway. He felt that such a swell though, but a walk, under guard. He is happy, just movement, striving for something! Even the unknown!
They went up in the elevator, then go, go. Three times he passed "from hand to hand." The guards were changed lanes flashed.
And then, finally, the last, as he understood, stop. This was clearly a medical facility. Employees and employee strictly in white and pale blue robes. The faces of gauze bandages. So that the features can not be considered human. He was taken to a large room. He stuffed some equipment. Monitors, cabinets with lights and sensors, lamps bizarre with poisonous blue glow. Some devices with Schlage and pumps and a bunch of different countries to containers of liquid.
And so much more.
Here man unwittingly lost ...
Weak characteristic squeak and flashing lights.
Kirill looked premises gaze, he realized that the experiment is over it will be here. Lucinschi touched one of the devices, and sighed heavily, at which point he called out from behind:
- Yes, Comrade Cyril! Go ahead!
Lucinschi turned. Before him stood a Secretary to the Government Brodsky. White shirt, but instead of dark blue, for once, a bright orange tie. It Brodsky is not so similar to the representative of the funeral home, in their first meeting. But Cute bear and slicked hair Grease - remained. Eyes peering closely at a party, they unhealthy hunting shine. Cyril had to smile.
 Brodsky took a step forward and put his arm around the shoulders of Cyril:
- You, Comrade Cyril, you're a real historical figure, and you will create the world's history!
- Yes, said the experimental laboratory mouse ... - Muttered Lucinschi.

- Well, well, what a decadent mood? A? No you do here on the authorities will not allow! Liver not carve, and kidneys will not cut! Everything will be fine, just a careful and thorough examination and pass it! - Brodsky encouraged him, he pulled away from Cyril and prihlopnuv his shoulder, he added. - Examination of the way to lead is your old friend! This doctor, respected in our People's Republic! Alfredovich Michael Schupp, professor recently won state titles - the national healer! This special privileges and powers! He will be engaged in your survey! - Brodsky nodded at his side.
Because of the devices went Schupp and two other men in white coats. Schupp Luchinsky smiled sadly.
- Lysenko ... Vavilov ... Again your extravaganza! - Cyril chuckled. - I hope that that Lysenko, will not cause the tweezers to pull out my hair from the nose? And something it like this ... prototype of the twentieth century, forced half of the country, with tweezers, cancer walk through the fields, - Cyril quipped. - From pulling hairs spikes! Still he was an asshole!
Brodsky laughed Lysenko stood as spat and did not know how to react to the words Lucinschi.
A fun Brodsky answered for him:
- Well, our Comrade Lysenko's not like you put it, asshole! He, too, Professor and Distinguished Scientist. A friend Vavilov his senior! And so we tried on them! - Mocking tone said Brodsky. - And yet, we will make a nice companion Cyril! Done so be it! - Brodsky once mockingly shook Cyril finger. - That's the man you probably would like to see!
Because of the cabinet with equipment she went!
He even startled!
Her blue eyes radiated warmth. Luxurious blond hair neatly gathered under a white cap. Even in a shapeless robe she looks very sexy, big breasts and slim figure. The girl looked guiltily at Kirill and silent. She lowered her eyes, and her dressing gown from his pocket handkerchief and wiped his fingertips.
Lisa! Lisa!
How could he forget about it?!
No, he has not forgotten, he remembered, just ... there was no time to remember ...
No, Lisa!
Indeed he was very pleased to see her. Brodsky like playing on his feelings. Ekaet heart in the chest, as if he saw a close and perfect, loved one.
- Well, Elizabeth! What about you, do not hesitate to get closer! Go ahead! - Brodsky explicitly ordered, she hesitantly moved forward.
Secretary to the Government, took her by the hand:
- That friend Cyril. This is Lisa Palkina. Budding, young scientist. And it's enabled us to list your research team? You, why did not you glad?! - Brodsky looked into the eyes of Cyril.
- No, why, I ... just ... somehow ...
- And what's wrong with that? Palkina have examined over the last four years! And it was she who, more than anyone else, knows your particular body ... And you will be pleased to work with such a beautiful woman ...
- Yes ... of course ... - Finally embarrassed Cyril.
- Well, why do not you say hello? A? - Secretary to the Government pressed.
- Hello ... - Forced a Cyril.
He blushed, he now looked like a lover's eighth grade. Looked down, burn the voltage of both ears. His mouth was dry.
Lisa ... Pretty Lisa is from everything that surrounds it, as a bright spot! Why, why, he'd forgotten about it? He forgot about it?! Or maybe she only she can save him?
"Save? From what? Of immortality? Of timelessness? Save me from what? Strange! Like all strange! To save a person who does what, in principle, does not need "- thought Cyril.
- Hello Comrade Cyril - Lisa smiled shyly and then defuse the situation.
She was knitting Cyril's hand and touched his wrist, s pulse. A few seconds and hung silent, here, she said happily:
- All right, look slug pulse quickened, but everything is normal. Such as primary, one is ready to go! - She looked at Brodsky.
Vavilov and Lysenko approved smacked, Schupp also nodded his head and sighed happily, said:
- Well, Comrade Secretary everything will be fine! All is well!
Brodsky frowned, he looked around at all those present and said coldly:
- And I do not doubt it! Another, simply can not be! Well I'm glad that everything is going as I had hoped. So, I leave you with the hope that next time I come, you can please me is the first reliable and optimistic results! All the best! - He said it, as if threatened.
All!
Why "as if?", He threatened.
Cyril saw it that way.
Lysenko and Vavilov fussed and disappeared somewhere among devices. Schupp took Brodsky and elbow, as if leading him, led him to the door, muttering softly to him on the run. Michael Alfredovich behaved as though he wanted to leave Cyril and Lisa alone. Old doctor if understood - they are now the witnesses are not needed.
And it was true.
But, when everyone had gone, and Lisa was left to stand one next to him, Cyril could not find the strength that she would have something to say now. He shyly nozzles and thought I should do.
How should behave.
Nonsense any, what's shy, because they did not, and was not!
Why he was so embarrassed by her? He was afraid of her? But why? He hopes, but for what?!
The girl looked around and coming very close, nodded at the large white screen. She was standing sideways, as if covering the couch with the equipment around.
- There you go. There's talk.
Cyril obeyed, he slowly walked behind the screen, and sat on the couch somehow doomed her hands folded in her lap. He waited. Lisa came very close, she barely touched, stroked his hair:
- I honestly missed you. I'm accustomed to you as a family member. After all, who examined you in the center of Krasnoyarsk Toporyzhkina in four years. You can say a part of my life ... - She chuckled and sat down on the couch. - Here you can talk quietly, no one will hear, and will not record anything. Our conversation will be only ours. But, for this, I have included here, you see, the voltage across the coil, and gave it to the screen. This is a special screen, which removes extraneous elektrovolny of sensitive devices. And the screen, it turns out, acts as a jammer. So that you can talk and not be afraid.
Kirill looked at her and sighed,
- And that I fear Lisa? I have nothing to fear. You know what fate awaits me. So, what can I be afraid of, or do not be afraid, and to the slaughter going on the idea that your ... High.
- Were you with him?
- Yes, these two times.
- It is you said something? - Lisa asked.
- Yes, he and his lackeys have told me everything, and consecrated in their plans, so to speak. And I'm sorry Lisa, that develop and implement destined for you! You are so ... but, it does not matter. Just gives me great pleasure to see you. It's even easier. And where, by the way, that's the one, the other woman? Well, the head of the department?
- And you know about it? - Scared girl.
- And, what should I know? No, I do not know ... - Kirill replied distractedly.
- Well, do not. Well, this is for the better ... - Lisa suddenly became, COBE sad. - You mean Svetlana tur?
- Well, I do not remember, I think so ... - Cyril, flushed, he realized that he was lying and he was ashamed. - She's on the Greek woman is like ...
- You know really want to see it?
- No, but just ...
- No, you know you know something about it!
- No, but I do not know! In general, just ask! Why do I, that these Lysenko and Vavilov! It would be better too familiar to doctors!
But Lisa, as if he did not hear it once lamented often terrible doom:
- No! You do not have to see her! Do not! That you finally finish off!
Cyril was a little scary for her. For a moment it seemed that she was not herself. He anxiously asked her:
- What will finish? What a puzzle Lisa? Tell me some good! Again secrets!
- This is terrible! QUIET! Soak! - She cried. - She burst into tears and then, as if assembled, took out his handkerchief and wiped her tears.
- I'm sorry if I offended you ... - Cyril was stunned.
It was very uncomfortable, that he had caused the girl such a reaction.
- No, it's not you! It's me. I! I am guilty. I did not have to get involved in all this! My boss! He is certainly a good man, he is romantic, he sees only the good. He was fascinated by this idea! And I! I believed him! Now, I realize now that all this nonsense! And, we will work for evil!
Cyril stroked Lisa's shoulder, gently and carefully.
- So give up! Just give up!
- No! It's useless! Instead I will find another. And Michael Alfredovich, he, as a child, he does not know what does! And I can not hear! Even though I told him everything and try to get across.
- And what if he does not hear?
- He, he's developed his method of longevity! And now, he wants to implement, and that would be all, all enjoyed it! And I smell out that he will not give this advantage! And his method only works on the hands of these madmen ... So, that's all my fault.
- And what do you blame?
- Excuse me, but I had to do with you ... hard
- Meaning?
He realized that this girl has changed. It is a very different, not that he had seen her last. Perhaps with her, something serious has happened and it strongly changed in your life or the purpose, if any, has lost the meaning of life.
- I should not have to bring to the awakening. I had to ...
The girl began to cry again. Kirill looked at her, startled. Her shoulders are twitching like small stones from falling. He was so sorry for her.
- You had to kill me? That I died? - He asked bitterly.
The girl did not answer, she sniffled a couple of times, and, raising his eyes filled with tears at him pitifully. He understood it all in her eyes, he saw the tragedy of the situation of this beautiful young woman.
He understood and suddenly! And then he laughed softly:
- How did not I guess? How did not I guess ... the same way! Here he is out! Lord! This is the way out!
- What is the solution?
- I want to kill myself! - How can tragically he said, realizing that the jokes on the brink.
- No! - Cried the girl. - Do not even think about it! First: it does not solve! Will you or not, they will still develop, damn drug! And secondly, you have to help ...
Kirill looked at it:
- Lisa, you said yourself! Do not worry, you will not change.
- No Change! Else has changed! That's it! - Lisa pulled up her sleeve in his robe and held out her hand to Cyril.
- What is it? - He asked.
- Look! Look out! - She demanded.
In the crook of her beautiful hands, he saw three, barely visible red dot. They lurk like freckles on the skin at all in an inconspicuous area.
- It's ... it ... - Bewildered and amazed whispered Kirill looked at Lisa.
The girl pulled down her sleeve and her hair is more tightly said:
- Yes, yes, you guessed it! And so, not limp! And yet, while the need to adapt. And we think of that be?
- So you ... - Cyril wanted to ask something, but seemed to lump stuck in his throat.
At this point, the voice of Michael Alfredovich:
- Well, you're out there too long, then dove vorkuete! It's time to begin to take a survey. So ...
The doctor seemed suddenly like a bailiff in the room with the electric chair death in the middle. He is good, and disturbing, something with no confidence, looked at Cyril and looked at Lisa. She silently stood up and, with a sigh, said:
- Today we have that ready?
- In the first puncture of the liver, well, let's blood and others. Immediately. And something that pull. I think. Let's start with all the analyzes. Well, now you're ready to young people? - Schupp bent over Cyril.
- I have something ready, are you ready ... - Angrily responded Lucinschi.
He suddenly felt a ridiculous hatred of all those around him. Some momentary flash of anger gripped his mind. He closed his eyes and breathing heavily, sat on the couch.
Schupp leaned over him and touched his forehead:
- Are you all right?
- Yeah right, - Cyril muttered through clenched teeth.
- Then drink of these pills, then here is this medicine and please, come out to the table - like Schupp urged him as an educator of a naughty child in kindergarten.
Cyril did everything in a blur. He did not even remember how he helped undress two orderlies. He lay down on the table and just wanted to just log off and go to sleep, go to sleep. Sleep! Like Shakespeare! Like Shakespeare!
At that moment, he suddenly thought he was scared at first, and then a little ridiculous, he thought quite some heresy and nonsense!
"Shakespeare wrote that monologue! Those famous and immortal monologue! He wrote it explicitly in some special state! But, what if ... And that if he wrote it in the same here, as I state! And what if Shakespeare, just put in the mouth of his Hamlet, then, his strange and terrible state at one time far? And what if Shakespeare also felt immortal and suffered from it? And, if: sleep, sleep and die, and to dream! It is not just words! And this - the cry of the soul! The code, the code that he sent to someone in the future! In the hope that someone who was in the same condition as he understands it! And I knew it! To be or not to be, that is the question! To be or not to be! It's about eternity! He wanted to die! Sleep! He just wanted to get rid of immortality! Apparently he is not one, like this, was in such a way he Cyril Lucinschi, in the shoes of the immortal and totally devastated by man! Sleep, sleep! It is so scary and so easy! No, it's probably still my fiction! No, it can not be? And if you can?! "
Sleep came unexpectedly. He was like a pink mist at first very nice and beautiful, and then a long and disturbing. Fog all lasted and lasted. He was infinite. He seemed to have enveloped the whole world, the whole earth, all of the galaxy and the universe. Cyril did not realize he flies toli toli runs on those pink clouds. So light and at the same time - so stringy. He tried to break through, to see, and what was behind them? What is there for the space? But all in vain clouds stretched and stretched and some general fatigue, and then hopelessness swept through his mind. Then drained and a wild desire to see nothing at all. He wanted to wake up, but I could not. He wanted to escape from the clutches of the dream, but he could not! Son was eternal! Sleeping was tough and all-powerful! Son takes him into the abyss, and the abyss was endless.
Cyril opened his mouth, that would scream, but could not squeeze out and sound. He only strained lungs and throat muscles, but they were powerless to send sound out. So he flew into the pink chasm almost blind and dumb...
***

The shroud is melting, as hope, or hope to clarify how melting veil? Which is faster?
He is absolutely motionless.
Oh, so you want to turn on his side, but he can not. He lies on his back as chained. His muscles can not move his own body. It's a strange feeling of helplessness, it has returned. It has returned and became oppressive. Faint squeak and dull little voice nearby.
It sounds out the words but it is very difficult. And again, again, this attempt to move.
But in vain.
- Cyril, Cyril, you can not yet move. Sensors are attached to you, now we have them disconnected and you will be able to turn. I'll help you. Wait a little bit.
Pleasant voice. It soothes. It creates a kind of confidence and gives strength.
Cyril felt stung somewhere in his right side. Then, in the groin and around the navel. He felt his body, something separated. It was not painful, but uncomfortable. This is how long glued patch tear off the skin.
- Well, that's good. That's it. Can you open your eyes. Can turn to the side. And I will come very soon. I come, get you to eat and drink. You need to drink and eat carefully. While lying - again this beautiful and soft voice.
He opened his eyes.
All in a veil of mist. He, in the same house where the two guards led him. He painfully tried to remember how he fell asleep. He suddenly felt his skin on his head, a strange prickly on something hard. Cyril reached out and touched the back of his hand. He was bristly and smooth. He was shaved bald. He was bald, like a conscript in the Soviet army.
- More of this but I did not need!
He felt his head and ran into a small bump on his head. It was like a pimple or a comb mosquito bite. Lucinschi tried to determine what it is, he pressed the finger hump and groaned, it was painful. If someone had plunged a needle head.
- M-uh, fuck! What they were to me? - The evil he demanded from himself.
- But do not! This is dangerous, do not touch it until the head! - Again, this is a pleasant voice. Cyril turned his head.
That was it.
Lisa, she was standing next to a glass of water in his hand. In another, she was holding a handful of pills.
- Now, you have to drink the drugs, they help recover. And to us, be sure to have as soon as possible to recover!
Cyril frowned and looked with disgust on the pill in the girl's hand. He silently took her drugs and drank, washed down with this colorful salad balls water. Frowned and said with irritation:
- You, what's done to me?
- It's okay. You have taken all the needling of critical parts of the body. Liver, kidney, spinal cord and brain of sperm ...
- Sperm?! His mother, you and I cut the egg?! - Outraged Cyril.
- Well, do not cut ... and investigated. This is necessary, it should be. Just took another sample of your skin on the thigh. On the right thigh.
Cyril, with fear thrust his hand under the blankets, found on the right thigh a large piece of plaster.
- You are, well, I still decided to disassemble the parts?
- No, do not worry, nothing serious for your condition is not present. But oh, how the samples are needed. And a lot of them can depend! - Lisa an emphasis on the word "dependent."
Kirill looked at her and sighed. He closed his eyes and murmured:
- When will it end?
- Well, now is not coming soon ... - Sadly echoed Lisa. - And remember, I'm here, if I always help ... - She nodded quietly at his hand.
He realized that it reminds him of the red three points, on a bend at the elbow. Kirill, sighed, and tried to smile.
- Now you need to sleep, you have to sleep, but first drink, so this nutrient broth. These are vitamins and generally have little to stimulate your body. We have to test it again put to sleep.
- Again! How to put down?
- So, we have put down with the help of our products, which are already developed.
- Hmm, and how much I slept?
- Two months ...
- Two months? Are you in all seriousness? I am here, in your veterinarke, two months?!
- Well ... research is going. And you learn, and you just can not study, you do need to eat and drink, you have to defecate and urinate and it makes it difficult and distracting. So we had to have put to sleep and clean up your body. So with all. Well, now, you are normal. So you just need to recover and that's a drink. - Lisa gave him a strange vessel, it was a plastic teapot with a spout.
From the pot smell fragrant chicken broth. Only now, Cyril realized that really wants to have that gut literally stuck to the walls of the stomach, and he shrunk and turned into old wineskins. Cyril took the teapot and drank from the spout flavored liquid. It was pleasant to the taste. He vyhlebal almost all the content, and he immediately felt better, it's a feeling of satiety, and very sleepy. Eyes literally closed up, he sat on the bed and wanted to say something to Lisa, but could not.
No strength in it.
He is only in the distance, I heard her voice:
- Sleep is a sleeping pill when you wake up, you will be very good, you'll be OK. Sleep ... do not be afraid ...
At this time, no sleep. He fell like a black abyss. Without emotion and color, just emptiness. That's all. And now the light, he opened his eyes ...
He was thirsty, terribly thirsty. He looked around. There he was one, only weak popiskivanie lights on appliances. Cyril opened the blanket and saw that he was naked Council. How to get up, that would go to the bathroom?
He wrapped himself in a blanket and a lover like a loser, that caught the parish jealous husband, stole trotted to the bathroom. When he returned, to his surprise, he found that the House full of guests. There were: Secretary Brodsky, Schupp and two types in white coats by name Lysenko - Vavilov.
- Oh-oh-oh! I see Comrade Cyril! In the full rate! Only now had a haircut! - Brodsky said happily.
- Yeah ... - Cyril touched his prickly hedgehog on his head.
- Well, it does not matter! For our common cause, which is not going to do? A? - Secretary if abused.
- Well, as you say ... - Cyril chuckled. - I'm sorry ... shorts that will give out? - He demanded looked at Lysenko, then Vavilov.
Those with a helpless shrug. Brodsky chuckled
- Of course, of course, as without panties? No panties, make government affairs, can not be right! Now, everything is ready! You must be in a form in five minutes! We are waiting at the grand family dinner! We expect great things! - Pathetic said Brodsky.
- At the grand family dinner! How is it? - Surprised Cyril.
- And so? In our country, there is a tradition at the senior management! Once a month, families have dinner, and invite to the event's most distinguished people! So you have been on this list! So that is going! I misspoke about everything with your doctor! They assured me that you are now in order, in fact, you need a high-calorie diet! That's it and you will get! - Do not Tell, and sang an aria Brodsky.
His face shone with a genuine joy and energy. It literally glowed warmly wellbeing.
Cyril scratched his bald head and shrugged his shoulders:
- Well, if I was with such a mug, not be afraid of your leaders. Well, that, and you can eat!
- Do not worry, our leaders have not yet seen such faces! - Secretary to the Government said sheepishly.
Cyril even thought Brodsky wants to add, "they, themselves have such faces - anyone you like, scared of ...", but simply held back or afraid.
Lucinschi specially dressed slowly. Be that as caprice. Let him wait this strutting turkey with the nickname of the Nobel Laureate and a talented poet.
"We must then, this condom - the governor, such here, flour invented. Brodsky, Bunin, mocking bitch! On the great fun of people! Animal shows, they say, it is above all and smarter! What a bitch! "- Furious Lucinschi thought, pulling on his jacket from the front dress. Tie, he did not wear a specially unbuttoned the top button of his shirt.
Statement on the cheeks, and the hedgehog on the top, he poured a bottle of cologne, almost, knowing that now it will stink cloying smell of the whole Kremlin. Under his arm he sprayed air freshener especially hard lot that would poison-sweet smell mixed with the smell of cologne and smell has gone and unbearable!
"That bitch! Sniff the facts of life! This is how you'll stink out of spite "- he found himself thinking that somehow unnatural very angry, or rather not even angry and furious! He was ready at that moment to fill face, anyone who would fall under his arm. Especially, he wanted to light under the right eye, and this dude sycophants Brodsky. "This asshole with Grease in hair." And only some invisible force restrained him jump out of the bathtub and swung sadanut by the Government in the nose.
When he came out of the bathroom Brodsky whistled and clapped Cyril's shoulder. He led the nose, but pretended that sickly smell it quite satisfying.
- Well, even very good! I like it, but you'll have to tie-still wear!
- And I can not! I can not squeeze the neck! - Instantly find a reason lied Cyril and looked at Schuppa. - Right, Michael Alfredovich?!
Schupp was taken aback, but then, he took himself in hand:
- Yes, it is not desirable ... his head wound from a puncture of the brain, which is why it is not desirable that would be ...
Brodsky frowned, but nodded, agreed:
- Well, well, no tie, so no tie ...
Again, these wandering through the maze. And five way up. Carpets and polished to a high gloss parquet Kremlin showed them on the surface, Cyril walked down the hallway and tried to draw a smell of fresh air. He's so long for fresh air. Brodsky seemed caught his mood:
- Want to breathe this air, suffer, you may get lucky!
They came in a large waiting room, all in golden doors monograms. Giant heavy handle. The man looked like a super expensive hotel doorman in New York, Brodsky whispered something in his ear and looked at all the time Cyril. Incidentally Lucinschi noticed the two soldiers who stood at the door at the entrance, wincing when a wave overtook them smell his experimental fusion-freshener cologne. Cyril happy - smile on the success of this chemical attack.
Brodsky went to him with a smile and said:
- Well, then your wish comes true! Picnic will be in the fresh air! So now we'll go to another place!
- And that skewer the supreme ruler, not in the Kremlin that it cooks? - Cyril taunted and made very naive person.
Brodsky moved his cheekbones and growled:
- He sometimes cooks barbecue in the Kremlin, but not pork, but from the enemies!
- Sorry, I did not mean to offend anyone ...
- I got it! - Frowned Brodsky.
- And we as flight, the helicopter? Moscow would like to see the future! - Happily sang Cyril.
- No, we are waiting for special branch of the subway. Metro is the most reliable form of transport. No traffic jams, no random flying bodies meet ...
- And what you have here is the occasional flying body? No, it's not ... random flying objects ... es en lo! To me it sounds! - Lucinschi again smiled innocently.



Again, the one familiar walls with elegant colored panels on it. On the panel was portrayed a man who was holding a baby girl. A drawn-looking man was sixty years old, bald, with a pointed, some funny nose, he stared picturesque. Cyril now realized who the artist depicted in colored glass mosaic, it was the supreme ruler.
At least to him, so it seemed.
White marble and red granite, gold rims on the columns, gold trim handles and handrails, but this time Cyril was surprised that nothing, he walked with confidence and composure. Trotted beside Brodsky.
Metro trolley was waiting for passengers to open doors. Cyril walked in unannounced and slumped in his seat. Sat beside Brodsky. But, after a moment, he did not resist the poisonous smell of cologne and air freshener on the seat and moved away from Cyril.
The car, like the first time, then, three months ago, began to tremble, the door hissed and moved. A moment later, they were in the way. Throw on a rolling trolley rails from side to side. Again dull rattle of metal on metal and the creak of the wheels on the joints was given in a vacuum tunnel. Kirill recalled that, the first trip here in Moscow is very long. He dreamed as a child and waited for the moment when he could ride on the Moscow Metro ...
Spotlight, groping through the dark space and again the smell of dampness and mold. Velocity of the electric van today was even higher than before. Dim lights, rarely hanging on the concrete walls, as if merged into a single luminous strip, and not just measured out the road mileage, and eat them.
How they rode, Cyril could not understand, but the fact that more than half an hour, for sure. Quite a long journey, and judging by the speed of this special railcars. Finally the car started to jam on the brakes, and the trolley, flew out of the dark tunnel into the fresh air. Through the windows of the eyes slashed real sunlight, it literally blinded. Cyril blinked in surprise and tears. Drops rolled down from the eyes of hail. It's no joke! Eyes so much time not seen a real sunshine! The rate has fallen sharply, and Cyril, rubbing his eyes with his fists, lost his balance, stuck in the seat. Finally the car finally stopped. Door hissed opened.
It was a small, friendly platform in the open air! The truth can be seen from the top of the rain was added to the roof of a small, but as well all very reminiscent of some small-town station for the train.
They have already met a few soldiers in the summer uniform, with short sleeves, a pair of types civilians in dark sunglasses and a nice-looking woman of about forty-five to look at, with the frivolous open neckline of her blouse and a bit too short for her age, her skirt. Her sunglasses were used as hair clips and a large mop of hair on his head.
Brodsky, sarcastically smiled and kissed her hand gallantly lady greeted her:
- Here we go! Ekaterina Pavlovna! You, as always for a hundred!
Duty lady smiled, glancing at Cyril replied slightly contemptuous tone:
- Thank you my friend, you are lying as usual masterful!
Brodsky once kissed the lady's hand and nodded at Lucinschi:
- Here, as requests to deliver!
- Very nice! - The lady, looking intently into the eyes of Cyril, held out her hand, and somehow coyly bending it in the brush.
But Cyril did not kiss his wrist, but only touched the fingers of an aging beauty and growled:
- To be honest, I do not care. You do so wish that you would not lie? So I will not! - Cyril evil smile.
- How lovely! - Lady sighed and pushed Brodsky. - Well, that still, imagine!
- Oh, yes! - He caught himself. - Allow me to introduce! State Women secretary, chief official maintainer - Catherine P. Akhmadulina.
Kirill looked at the luxurious ladies and form a heavy sigh, threw up his hands:
- How did not I guess ... after all, the famous women ... also need to somehow attach to this ... Pyramid absurd ... By the way, what is this woman's Secretary ... official maintainer? Escort state level?
- But did not go right! Do not! It's very serious! - Evil Akhmadulina said.
- Catherine P. We perform a very delicate role. The fact that public receptions she advises and performs the role of the wife of the Secretary of the supreme ruler. And she also is responsible for the dialogue of the male guests with wife supreme, and it also brightens up their minutes to wait before the official reception. However, nothing has gone! - Brodsky smiled.
- In short, I look stupid at all, or not ... the guest. What I decide to talk to him, and that would not hurt a man ... also decide. And anyway ... probing the soil, so to speak, conn male guests in the right direction! So that, no prostitution national scale, as you think, no one here to you, no sex service have not! And do not look at me with eyes cadet, which fell for the first time in a brothel! Although ... night, I would be with you, I spent ... - Akhmadulina smiled slyly and cynically. - But, in this position I have no right to do so, and all sorts of sex with me at all guests are forbidden! That's it, my dear! - The lady spoke very confidently and boldly.
They felt that it was mistress of the situation here, Cyril, sighed and opened his arms:
- Yes, I basically do not pretend that I have served the state whores, and that we will discuss with my wife ... your supreme?
 - First of all, not mine! And ours! And change the tone ... wife does not like the high of just such a contemptuous types. So, I advise you to just keep quiet and sometimes just say yes or no. And if the phrase spovazhilis bold and stupid, then consider how, if that turn it all into a joke. Thus, themes favorite themes wife supreme, is the evolution of man and art. You that be on these topics, you know? - Akhmadulina straightened his shirt collar, Kirill.
- I. .. on the evolution of ... uh-uh to be honest, that we are descended from monkeys and all! And the art ... but, despite what ...
- Good. Enough already. As I understand, you are not a stupid man. So the first rule, even if you stretch it a hand, do not try to shake it, the supreme did not like, and second, even if the spouse will make you a compliment, do not say thank you. That's it! Is that clear?
- Well, yes ... - Cyril smiled.
- Well, then go have a barbecue!

They settled not big but cozy clearing surrounded by dense trees. Somewhere out there in the bushes, could be seen of the house. In the corner of the clearing in the trees hid furniture, were placed in a clearing three barbecue, large table and a bunch of canvas folding chairs. Here and there were tables with bottles on them and some greens on the plates. And the separations were fruits and vegetables. Cyril quickly assessed the situation and began to examine the participants in this state banquet in the open air. It was all the same Saltykov Shchedrin and Bunin. But today they were dressed in the usual track suits, the stirrup stripes on the pants and jackets but the trio were bustling around braziers two others. But the most important men sat around a few women. They were discussing something and laughed softly.
- This is all the spouses of members of the Supreme Council, - whispered in his ear Akhmadulina. - Try Mi like. This cleared the air.
They approached the group of holidaymakers ladies, and immediately was silence, funny female twitter verse and everyone stared at Cyril.
- Here let me introduce the ladies, this is the companion Cyril!
Women smiled genially. Two of them were quite young on the force for twenty-five years, one looked the oldest, she was in her fifties, but as I understand Cyril, and the soul of the home uniform was a beauty, she was looking a little more than thirty-five. She got up from her chair and took a step toward Lucinschi.
- Very nice ... - Faltered beauty.
Cyril was nearly out his hand. But just about jerked his head. then he looked at the gala of beauty and ... to his surprise, he recognized her.
This was the elegant lady who came to him in the morning to the room to Lenin. But, then, he remembered Cyril, she was wearing a purple dress with a low, high neckline. But even now, in an informal atmosphere in the training camp sporting tight pants and shirt, she looked very impressive. The lady was really pretty simple, and elegant, and somehow divinely perfect. Common features, lips, eyebrows, nose, perfect color. Queen, in silence, staring at Cyril and smiled uneasily. It is felt and Lucinschi. He recalled that the lady asked him never to tell that it came to him. But why?
"It certainly is the wife ... it? How else could look like a man with whom to make love - demi-god, the Pharaoh of the future? Of course, but that's a sexy ... The hope was that the Fuhrer ... Still Blue ... but no ... But she, she, this woman ... It, why? Why? That she was afraid, and why she had come? "- Cyril thought frantically.
- Well, what did you say something, say to someone's wife our supreme ruler! What is your name? - Pushed his shoulder Akhmadulina.
- Uh-uh ... Cyril ... - Embarrassed, he managed.
He said, like a mask of tension, as if the person was sleeping with the woman. She is barely noticeable, thankfully, he nodded his head. Sighing, cranked and pointed to her friends:
- Well, this is his wife and fellow Saltykov Shchedrin - supruzhnitsa Supreme watched two pullets. - And this fellow Bunin! - Respectfully she added, pointing to the older woman.
All took turns questioning and somehow condescending smile Cyril. He chuckled and said, as if a White Guard officer:
- I have the honor ladies!
- Oh-oh-oh! As you original! - Exclaimed the wife of the supreme and again reached out Luchinsky like experiencing it for the second time.
But Cyril did not give in to provocation and tactfully just nodded in response. And then he understood why it play with his hand was so meticulously drawn. They watched from the bushes. And this man was none other than a Supreme Court. He hid carefully watched the scene greeting, and a second time when Cyril refused to shake the hand of his wife, went out of his green ambush fun his arms in hand, shouted:
- Bah! What people! Well, welcome back! Welcome! Dear see you already met! Introduce you to Cyril? A?
- Yes ... - A little guiltily, whispered his wife.
- Well, well! Oh, well now I'll introduce you to our guest! Meet Cyril, this is my wife - Stuart!
Cyril started and looked first at the governor, and then at the woman. She shook her head despairingly. High, happy and cheerful nod to the throne grills:
- Well, let's go, and even Saltykov and Shchedrin, there vtihorya eat all the meat! That's it! Believe me, they can do away with the meat, as a people! No meat!
Women stood obediently. Brodsky helped them, like he was gallant, giving each his hand. Wife caught her husband Supreme arm, he graciously kissed her hair.
- Come, my queen!
Cyril, swallowed and looked at the two of them next. Ordinary man and wife. He looks like an American farmer: in jeans and a shirt with a semi-military pockets and shiny buttons.
At this point Lucinschi elbow caught Akhmadulina, she giggled and whispered:
- So far, so good. You're done. I was so afraid that you hint to him about Mary Stewart ...
- And that should have been? - Cyril chuckled.
- No way, that he just does not like!
- Yes, he mad ... - Muttered Lucinschi.
- And here is the disclosure of state secrets! - A barely audible answer Akhmadulina.
- What?!
- I say, would be a good barbecue! - Deliberately she said loudly.
When they got to the grill, Bunin busily gave everyone on a big juicy barbecue, and Saltykov has placed the plates on the table near the barbecue. He diligently watered red onion sauce.
They ate kebabs, like hungry cats, growling and smacking his lips, thought it a crazy, like to eat meat. Supreme, and then moaned and praised dish. All accompanied him, Cyril, too, yielding a delicious symphony ate my kebab.
- Well, now, and you can drink - sated, said Supreme Court.
Bunin poured into glasses dry white wine.
- For our method of solving the problem of meat! - Raised, toast Shchedrin.
- For the solution! - Caught him Saltykov.
Their wives, too, happy and well-fed food, drank his dose almost gulp. Cyril sipped from his glass and said:
- And, as decided, what problem? Meat that has not been in the state? As the communists, or what? We like when I went to sleep, the meat is no shortage!
There was silence. All tensed. Lucinschi realized that not asked, and did not at the time. Akhmadulina looked down. She glared at the supreme and sighed. It seemed that the storm will break, but the government went to the bottle and poured himself a glass of still wine, emptied the grim situation:
- Yes, Cyril, you see, so nothing there, at home and do not understand.
Everyone laughed, but they laughed, as I understand Lucinschi because so, they showed his relief from the failed storm.
- Meat in our country never now will not! - Said Bunin. - Communists, as you say, they are all to blame. One day, on pain of death, weaned peasant work. They took him to the city and there corrupted. But, to return to the ground, and could not get. That's it. And since there is no meat in the country. If, when you were, then it would zakupnoe. And so, as our people have not learned anew, no cows or pigs grow. Here.
- And why is that? Teach him what he wants to do? - We caught him Shchedrin. - He's a bummer, our beloved nation. And eat wants from the belly! And working in the mud and shit no! A need to eat! We need! But why do we have? We grow the meat?
- Yes, they are a strange people, cows graze not want, and they want to eat meat! - Sang their song and Saltykov, it was like the third verse.
Cyril sipped more wine and asked:
- So how then do you challenge something that? On purchases from other countries or what?
- God forbid! - Waved Bunin. - We all trade except for energy supplies from abroad are not engaged. We are trying to live by their own forces. We are self-reliant!
- How so? A? Meat is not growing, and the problem of meat that?
- That's it! - Again wedged into the conversation Shchedrin. - Meat and can not grow, and it will be!
- Hunting, whether that of wild animals, so they all do not have enough? - Do not understand it, Kirill.
Then again took the floor ruler. He sat comfortably in one of the canvas deck chairs and efficiently, with his legs crossed, looking at the sun through the wine in his glass:
- And you, do you think yourself Cyril? Here you have no meat, and you have to produce it, where to get? And that would be ... owes nothing to do!
His wife sat next to her husband. Stewart smiled and patted the ruler thigh.
- So what? I do not know - Cyril muttered. - Here you have, somehow understand much ... through - chur arcane.
- No, we have something, just, it's simple! All ingenious is simple! - Barked Bunin.
 He poured himself a glass of great wine.
- Only our brilliant government could find a way out of this difficult situation! - Respectfully put in an elderly woman who presented to Cyril as spouse Bunin.
- That's not necessary, of a genius! You know, I do not like flattery - picturesquely whimsical, dismissed Supreme Court. - Oh, there you are, Cyril, here you are, as it were, have solved this problem?
- I said I do not know - offended Lucinschi.
- I do not know - this is not the answer to the country's leader. The country wants to eat and eat meat, but do not want to produce it! So, it is necessary to solve the problem! But otherwise? And once I realized that the country is still something made!
- So what? That it can produce, if anything does not? - Cyril replied skeptically.
- A then produces ... - Mysteriously snapped ruler.
- And it produces food even if scarce, but a waste! - Newly snapped Bunin, he is thought to Cyril, was already pretty drunk.
- Yes, Cyril, yes, there was a secret address. Here's your time to waste food to give?
- I do not know the tanks ... throw out the trash, and then, who knows ... where ...
- And there stray dogs in the trash, then? So? - Took up his thought ruler.
- Well, so ... - Agreed Lucinschi.
- A dog is that? - High pressured.
- What's that? - Do not understand it, Kirill.
- This is the meat! Fool! - Giggled one of molodushek wife not Shchedrin not Saltykov.
- Well, well! - Threatened her finger ruler. - Do not insult my guest! Our guest! Right dog - the meat!
- What do you have to breed stray dogs and eat them?! - Cyril was stunned.
- Well, what to plant, easy to feed, they were divorced. They multiply very quickly, because they are mutts resistant to disease, they are very prolific dogs! - Re-butted into the conversation Shchedrin.
- Yes, Cyril, why breed them, we just have organized such a special place and dumps a huge city where rubbish and there were going to huge flocks of dogs. And we have them as a special feed. Well, and then it was gone. Dogs to breed, give meat. And we used it.
- You are well sobachatiny people feed you!
- So what? But all were well fed! Much flesh, work is not necessary. Everybody is happy, except that, give food waste and all! Waste-free production! This method has already been twenty years in the camp works! - Proudly declared governor. - A sobachatiny, she's even useful for tuberculosis, and from lamb almost can not tell! Yes, and that we are worse than the Koreans? Right?
- I do not know, did not eat! - Cyril muttered in disgust.
- Well, how can you not know, and barbecue? You walk into it with such pleasure? I looked up to you! By the way, you want to supplement?
Cyril froze. He suddenly became intrinsically repugnant, no, he did not throw up, but somehow I was not myself. He suddenly wanted to drink a lot of alcohol.
- Here, it is unpleasant for the first time. Well, second. And, third, is somehow boring. So, that Cyril, the expression people shavaet all - they are backed by our, economic experience! - Lecturing the governor. - Yes, and there, the old - I'm on this case the dog ate! This, too, as they say, an argument.
Cyril gathered the courage and asked:
- Well, at least you only have dog people, forced, and not rat ...
There was silence.
Then a volley of laughter. Loudest whinnying Bunin. He is disgusted clutching his stomach, writhing surging fun.
- What?! That you and the rats?! - Said Kirill struck.
And then he felt it exactly sick. He ran to the standing very close elkam and flown for them vomit all that was in my stomach. When he finished cleaning ... and barely looked up, then to my horror I saw that next to it there are two men in black suits, they stopped and gazed at Lucinschi.
Cyril was taken aback, but gave up and could not tell them. He wearily trudged back to the table, where at this time the laughter rang and someone said something loudly. When Cyril came closer, they all fell silent. And the governor, smiling, looked at Lucinschi and said sadly:
- Nothing, nothing will get used.
- Yeah, rats, as a solution to the food problem - it's hard even for the communists and Mao Tse-tung! - Cyril chuckled.
- And who said that only a rat?! A?! A crow ... frogs ... Our forests are full of garbage and livestock! Eagles and partridges! How are classics! Eat your own people! - Bunin was waving his arms like a poet in the creative evening.
Cyril again muddied. Ruler, happy, smiled and nodded Saltykov. He poured himself a large glass of vodka and handed Luchinsky:
- Here, purify! Help!
Cyril drank vodka, barely holding back the gag reflex, its just a couple of times again vomited. Then he wiped his mouth with his hand and looked all present some tired and dull eyes:
- And you, the right conditions for life, he did not try to create? People then? A? You all its coca then dump feed! Just let the work and all ... he will feed himself!
The governor jerked and jumped from sunbed.
Stewart fright lift their feet. All other frozen. High jumped to Cyril and hissed:
- You are, what you think, you are one such here, smart and love of truth?! You are the only one, that simple truth you know?! Yes, they wanted to have with the garbage! More! They urya-urya screaming! Approve! Praised! Now, we're to blame? They are ready to eat shit, that would not work! And we're all perverts and vlastolyubtsy?! No, my dear! While you were sleeping all this - it was! And freedom and democracy! But! Only narodishka something our himself rejected this! He did not want to ... freedom and democracy! At her something, work it! And here, here, why work better for so, get a bowl of soup, but scratching at his navel, lying on the couch! And the curse and all! And all the blame on the government! That's what we want narodishka! He is lazy, your narodishka! He did not want to work! We tried to enter different global structures and ve-te-oh! And in the EU! And what's the point?! We were first taken, and then noisily expelled! Because, no one to feed us for nothing do not want to! That's it! Do you think that we are here, maemsya nonsense? No, dear, we shit, this is our national and disentangle! No one, nothing, in our country, just do not want to have! Anything to anyone not! We need only to eat, drink and swear and all! That's what!
There was silence.
 Shine in the eyes of the supreme anger, imperceptibly fading. Cyril relieved after this terrible monologue. The ruler of a little cold, waving his hand back up to the table and poured wine.
His idea supported Bunin, tipsy voice he said:
- Now, you think Cyril, we're doing this nonsense, invented itself some sort of immortality? And we're just wish that our nation, finally dead! After all, he will die if something is not done! Resources we do not have here, and we'll be selling immortality and live off of that, all together ... we told you to explain his concept?
Cyril frowned, looking down, sad grunted
- I can not believe that no one in the country does not want. It can not be!
The governor heard his reply, drank wine, and with a sigh, said:
- You are right, there is a small part that wants to, but trust me, it is a very small part. One particularly intelligent and proactive part of which you speak, left the country for a long time, for half a century, as passed. Who was? This, as in the hostel for the insane and idiots. Couple is violent, and the others ... understand the country degenerate! They do, however, do not want to! You see, this is our tragedy! They do not want to!
- That's what they want, Comrade Cyril? - Suddenly wedged into the conversation Saltykov. - A? Well, that's what was necessary to your own people?
- I do not know ... - Cyril thought. - Well, of course I had money and wealth, and yet people somehow sought to do something different. That children leave? That leave behind? A?
- Yes it was, but, alas, alas! The Company has taken the path nahlebnichestva! Just recall that people approve of in your time? Well, whatever is their, to distract from something? What themes, pop?
Cyril shrugged, he did not know what to say. The governor, came back to him and looked into his eyes, quietly and sadly said:
- And he needs Cyril, all too. For example, it is very hated, as it seems - the Jews! Jewish theme in our people - it is eternal! To blame the Jews ... and Americans! Because they are rich and smart, hardworking and clever! Moving on ... what else people want? Own greatness! What would all lighten up and said, that's what we are powerful! We are the strongest, and if what we've all show! And that would surely threaten with fist! - Ruler sad grin, clenching his fist, shook it off into the distance. - And further, that would all be respected, that all would say - yes! What is she now, the mysterious Russian soul! What they are all unique! And that would be here, all admired, and if the comments are beginning to do, so it's no, no! The enemies around! Enemies - are to blame! Shit in the entrance - clearly made an enemy!
They all laughed. Cyril was just sad. He squinted at the barbecue, he suddenly felt like it, is because the stomach was completely empty:
- Is not there a normal meal? - He asked timidly.
The governor smiled as he tapped on the shoulder and Cyril said sadly:
- Well, you do it for nothing, for myself, of course, we really normal meat-we find. Pork normal. We will not foreign dignitaries steak rat offer? So eat it skewers the morning on our spetsferme grunting ...
- So you have played?
- Why have played? - Supreme grinned. - We tell you how to solve the food problem in the country, but not in the manual. By the way, if you must know, in this country is allowed to lease land and to plant themselves for themselves meat, chickens pigs and other livestock. This, under the communists, about six acres. When they could not feed the country, so all six acres distributed. And we give out here, how many, who wants it. But here's the paradox! Who made us to dogs and rats turn, wanted to take land units! No special excitement! So in that sense, we have freedom - not hungry rat meat with sobachatiny - work! What's not fair?
Cyril shrugged
- Well, why not? There are, of course, a reasonable chunk and still ...
Luchinsky Shchedrin gave a sizzling barbecue and fresh bread. Cyril happily take bite juicy pork. The governor looked at him and smiled. Stewart, as noted by Cyril, meanwhile, watched married. It is clearly waiting for something. The governor said it and casually asked:
- Cyril, and you were there children?
- I? - Chewing, asked Lucinschi. - No! With them was a fuss, we have out there in the past, a lot.
- Well, of course, but I wanted to have?
- I do not know, I somehow did not think ...
The governor shook his head and said softly:
- I have for you, serious conversation. If I may, let's go through the arbor, that we would not disturb anyone.
Cyril alert, tone High presaged no good. Stewart, too, as a team got up and went into the pavilion. Cyril dozheval piece and put on a plate not doedenny kebab. He wiped his mouth with a napkin and poured vodka. The governor stood and waited. Everyone was silent. Supreme suddenly shouted:
- Well, that silent? Have fun! I called you to have fun! Come on! Chew!
And then there was laughter and fun. Bunin and neighing loud wailing young wives and Saltykov Shchedrin.
Gazebo, where they were with the governor, was quite large, but at the same time cozy. Sloping red gabled roofs, carved pillars, holding it, and a wooden floor. In the arbor were white chairs and Shreds. It was nice and warm as it is. On a table in a tall glass vase bouquet of wild flowers.
Stewart was sitting, with his legs crossed, and smoked a cigarette. The governor, seeing it, nodded Cyril:
- It is, you see, all shy, and that's just smoke alone. But, here you are, as I see it, is not afraid. Why do you think?
Cyril alert. The question was a strange and suggestive that meant this omnipotent person? Lucinschi shrugged and said nothing. The governor tapped him on the shoulder and politely insisted:
- You sit down, sit down, talk is serious.
I had to sit in the chair opposite Stewart. She glanced at Cyril, their eyes met for a moment and then, like a train, left. Cyril felt that the wife of the governor feels a bit awkward.
- You Cyril, do you think that the main thing in your life?
Lucinschi was taken aback, he did not know what to say. He thought about it and stroked his hedgehog. Then he looked at the figures around barbecues, shrugging his shoulders, a little sheepishly replied,
- Right now I do not know. Why do you ask such a question at once?
- Well, the question is not idle. Just a person should still be at least some purpose. Here's to you the status of our first longevity fell. You can tell a great honor. And you most necessary as that determined? You well and will be with the flow of their destiny to swim? Should in fact the opposite. This is the fate you are doing.
- And not a God?
- God?! Do you believe it? I do not know! Maybe God! Only I think that ninety percent of the man himself. Here you God, for example, has given eternal life. And how you want to dispose of it?
- How to ... I did not think so far ... - Kirill looked into the eyes of the ruler.
- And for good reason. That you now think that time so much that it nowhere to go, and then ...
- And what then, and then ... infinity - Cyril chuckled.
- No, not really! Even at infinity has an end. That's it! Everyone believed that the universe is infinite, and the universe is an end. True, so far as we conceive can not. And there, behind it? There for her, too, another infinity, which is the end ... I have faith that in life, well, so can not be that at all - there is no end.
Kirill looked back at Stewart, that sort of indifference, smoked a cigarette and staring off into the distance.
Lucinschi sighed and waved
- Oh, what are you talking? Why all this talk? You want to tell me something important? If on the experiment, so he kind of goes according to plan. They take that is all that is necessary from me! All samples!
The governor nodded
- Yes of course I do not know.
- And, what then?
- And what I want to offer you our godfather of the child and to take the post of my second deputy? - He said, almost official, some cold tone.
Lucinschi looked into the eyes of the governor, he smiled sadly.
- Did you really? - Said Kirill. - I? You want what I was godfather of your child?
- Well, yes, the second father!
- Hmm, why? Do you have a child? Why should I? - A loss of Cyril.
- You know, it happens that the child's father just two ...
- You what?
- I'm going to tell you our very intimate, so to speak, a secret. And ask, what would it remains so. You're a man of speech?
- Well, of course. But maybe not ...
- What is not? - Suspiciously asked the governor.
- Well, talk to me. This mystery ... your ...
The governor wondered sighed and leaned back in his chair. He looked at Stuart, the allegation that without noticing him, continued to smoke a cigarette. Supreme put his hands behind his head and squinted, biting his lip. He was silent and he understood Cyril painfully reasoned over his action. Then, rousing, straightened, his hands on his knees, said wearily
- No, you will be required to recognize her. I decided.
Cyril shrugged. His heart pounding reason.
No!
He did not want to know as soon as possible this mystery man almighty, no, he could not imagine that he has, this demigod, generally there is an intimate secret.
- Understand Cyril. You have to take my offer. Just have to. And I ask this is not by force, but honestly, at your request. So to speak voluntarily.
- Why? Why? - The question of Cyril.
- You know, we have with Stewart can not have children. I'm sterile. Of these drugs, something that's got lost there in my body. She also can not stand alone. She had several miscarriages. Uterus rejects the fetus. That's it. But we have to have offspring. Inheritance. Here. Otherwise ... otherwise generally everything will collapse. And it does not matter how immortality ... because as you and I found out everything when be still ends ...
- Wait, you said that I was the godfather of your child? Well? So? And, how can I be the godfather of your child? If, if you have it, in principle, can not be!
- Well, yes. This is the mystery. But now, as you know, medicine has leaped forward. And if you take my wife's egg and mix it with the semen of healthy men, my sperm, but not in my wife's womb, and in the uterus donor. That is, another woman. That may happen, if you want a miracle. Now, the baby can be born. Of course, it will not just ours, but something still our physical it would be. And furthermore, if we then raised him, it generally will be our child. That's it.
"He is going to take revenge so that all? All his subjects? He told me he wanted to, that would be those who are going to be long-lived or immortal, call it what you want - can not have children! And now, he's one?! He alone can?! This is what revenge? This is so that's a place for all mankind? Lord, is this too? "- Kirill even breathless from his thoughts.
He sighed, and gathered forces asked quietly and cautiously:
- Well, it's so ... but where does me? Why did you tell me this?
The governor smiled sadly, he looked into the eyes of Cyril and he felt that something was going to happen was not pleasant. However, the high got up and walked to the edge of the arbor - leaning on the railing, he stood up as the captain on the bridge of the ship, his legs wide apart and peered intently into the distance.
Stewart put out his cigarette in the ashtray, and getting up to her husband. She patted him on the shoulder and said:
- Can I tell you?
- As you wish ...
The woman smiled apologetically and sat opposite Luchinskogo on the very spot where a minute earlier was her husband. Stewart again guilty chuckled and said quietly:
- When it comes to a child, he was nervous and could not be the way it should always be. Cyril shorter, we found a donor, and conceived fetus. We benefit from a woman. She willingly agreed to the surgery. Here. But only this one has to know but you. You know, what is the secret? And we, too? A? This child is our only hope ...
- So what? Well this is good! I congratulate! - Said Kirill.
He suddenly imagined these people in bed at night. Her tear-stained eyes and helpless and angry. I understand that everything in life is interrupted with his death. He can no longer do, and all that he did such a small thing. And all this power and greatness - filth and vulgarity, which simply accompany him excruciating care to nowhere ... Cyril, suddenly imagined what these people. What is suffering? He suddenly realized that nothing in the world can brighten or somehow diminish them. It asks for the children, and they just can not be! And no force can give them! Then ... then ... they decided to let all the slides in tram - that Mr. Rea ... it's even worse than a nuclear winter... and the loss of humanity...
Cyril again and sighed sympathetically looked into the eyes of Stuart. He felt her shaking. And sorry for not even, as a person, as a kind of harmless creature, which must, doomed to die, and which, as everyone wants to postpone this indefinitely ...
Stewart grinned, she plaintively, somehow asking like a beggar at the station, said:
- Thank you. But, here is the fact that in addition to my egg and sperm have more foreign men. Here. And the sperm and helped us. Here.
- So cool! Well this is good! - Exclaimed Lucinschi.
- No, you do not understand. The donor, who gave semen, well, in general, to conceive a child ... are you ...
Cyril blinked rapidly and somehow ridiculous. If his concussion artillery break.
- What?! What did you say?!
- You have conceived our baby.
- No ... - Cyril shook his head. - You can not do this to me! This is something we do not agree! No! You took my sperm and instilled in her a woman without my demand?!
- No, not really. Not so! You voluntarily inseminated it! - Stewart again smiled sadly.
- I?! I could not ...
The governor turned, arms folded, looking at Lucinschi. Then he nodded his head and went into the pavilion fat man in a general's uniform with his sweaty neck. He shifted from one foot to the other, it was obvious that he was very excited:
- Did you bring it? All right? - Strictly asked the governor.
- Yes, Comrade Supreme ... - General faltered. - All in the best possible way! She immediately.
- Ask her.
General flew out of the arbor, like a cork from a bottle. There was a pause. Kirill looked, on the high, then his wife. In its turn, they looked at him. Dumb. How it lasted, is unknown. But then, then like a dream, like a mist, it appeared, madly and smoothly.
That was it, the one great Greek ...
Svetlana Turnova stood erect as at attention. Proudly raised his head up and looking somewhere in the ceiling. The governor came to her very close. Cyril even thought that it draws air nostrils that would catch the scent of her perfume. As the old cable, which can not persuade a bitch, but trying to sniff out the smell.
Finally he broke the silence:
- This woman is carrying our baby and your son Cyril. You know her?
Lucinschi silent, he did not know what to say. The Supreme is realized and added:
- That's why I ask you to accept my offer. Please ... voluntarily ...
Again silence. Cyril hear his heart beating. He blushes. He does not know what to do?
- And what would you think of something. My wife will leave you alone until, with Svetlana. You can talk to.
Supreme doomed clasped his hands and nodded Stewart, headed for the exit. Kirill looked after him with hatred. He saw only a muddy silhouette. Just steps to the plank floor. Just spot ridiculous, worthless and useless to anyone spot! Spot which holds that it is immortal, but that is barely visible and do not understand it, or is it a mirage ...
He said nothing, he gritted his teeth. He wanted to howl like a wolf. He closed his eyes and just moaned, then opened her eyes and looked at her. She sat there, as if nothing had happened, and his good-eyed face. This is a beautiful woman, so like a proud Greek.
- Why? - Finally forced it off? - Why did you do that?!
- How much do you think is eternity?
- What do you mean? - The evil he snapped.
- About you. You are now a very wealthy man in the world. You, but as long as you do not understand and can not understand. And I, I have long understood.
Cyril, his hands clutching his head and groaned. He dropped to his knees and jerked a couple of times, hit his fist on the plank floor:
- You're all crazy here! Are you obsessed with eternity! To immortality! You do not want to know anything other than that! You everything is measured at this! A life? You forgot about life!
She looked at him, grinning. No emotion is his theatrical behavior is not caused. She grinned again and calmly replied:
- That's just about life ... I have not forgotten. Not forgotten. Here's why ...
- How to remember? How not to forget! You may not realize that life is so precious and it is fragile and vulnerable! That it may be over, that it is given only once, not ever! She's so small and fragile, and it needs to live, how to better and more honest! And you? You just made a farce out of it! You are crazy! Are you out of your life made a farce! Slapstick madness of immortality! But it is! It will not give you anything! - He was sitting on the wooden floor, hugging her legs and say it with a sad smile. - You can decide for yourself. To you I can not deny this. But why? Why have you decided for me?
- Meaning?
- You decided to marry me? This is my baby! And you decided for me! You had no right!
- Svetlana stood up and raised his hands, like a goddess in the ancient temple of the sun, said cheerfully:
- And this is you should not touch. The more of this you do not like do not get hurt. And I, and all the more your child can benefit! You may not even ask me such questions! You just have to know it. That's all. You've got too many.
- What do I get? Yes, I am the most miserable man! Here's what I got!
- This is something you unhappy? Yes you fool owns the whole world! You! You must understand ... he ... our ruler even children can not be, and you! You are a great and now you are given the right to have children! You have everything!
- Idiot! You're a fool - he laughed sadly and slowly got up from the floor, went up to her and touched her fingers to his cheek added. - You still did not understand. Luckily, it's not even when you are loved. And when you have the right to decide whether or not to love. You know, just you. Here I think, for example, the same suicide, they are not happy? They are happy in their own way. They decided how to proceed or not to terminate the life of ... Here. You see, happiness is a diversified. And you, you're just corny to write him to breathe the air and see the sun ... it certainly can be happy, but not the whole of life.
- You're talking nonsense! In short, you have to know your child will be born in about four and a half months. And if you never see it, it will be your fault. But I hope you are all able to change their attitude. And the last. I am happy, because I live and you can not reassure me that this is not happiness, but something else. You're not God. Here.
Kirill looked at this man, this woman and knew that no forces influencing it because he simply can not be. It is far ... but she is the mother of his unborn child. He shivered. Unexpected vile and disgusting - slimy thought came to mind. He closed his eyes. He tried to get rid of the idea, but could not. It is like a wormhole in his mind:
"But what if that's just go and kill her. Here to fill up on the floor and smother! That's it? Interestingly, they have put to death for it? Or afraid to lose immortality? That will overcome? "
When he opened his eyes, she was gone. It's gone. But standing next to Stewart, Cyril realized that the wife of the ruler scared. She obviously knew what was going on in his soul. She helplessly watched Lucinschi and sputter like a delirious:
- You talked to? You talked to her?
Her babbling hard voice interrupted the governor. Supreme snapped
- They talked dear! And you, Comrade Cyril ... you all need to understand! This completes your audience was over! Unfortunately, kebabs you will not be able to eat!
Cyril realized that the governor furious. And now to say something does not make sense. He sighed and turned away, and saw that it already waiting Akhmadulina and Brodsky. They were filthy with meatless mugs and angrily looked at Lucinschi. Kirill looked at Stewart. The woman sighed and shrugged. In the corner of her eye, Kirill thought flashed tears. Lucinschi walked slowly to the door of the arbor. Wooden floor creaked alarmingly few times under his soles.



***


When Cyril was taken to the comfortable rooms, the camera, he helplessly fell to the couch. He did not want to see anyone, much less speak. He wanted to disappear so suddenly alone. This is how to fall and disappear into the solitude. He was tired, he was tired of that he can not decide for himself. It's nothing. He suddenly realized that he really do anything does not belong to him, and every act or step that does not it. Povalny control exhausted. Povalny control the mind-killer finally. And more ... yet this woman, this beautiful Greek woman so cold and cynical, she finished off him, sucked his seed ....
"What if I do all their hype! Right now I will come and just vzdernus the toilet! No, probably not work, come running and legs caught, you bastards! No ... we must think of something else! Somehow contrive and jump, for example, under the wheels of trains ... I, too, Anna Karenina ... and then they will keep and where do I get, what would this same train was traveling? And how, as if I kill myself? I'm now on this, too, I have no right? And in death I do not have the right! On voluntary death "- Cyril moaned somewhere in the casing seat. He howled like a bull during the rut. Drooling, tears rolled down from his eyes. He howled, and he so wanted to howl!
- I bet you dream about suicide? - Suddenly there was a rad voice.
Cyril started and abruptly turned over on his back, he saw that his side is Lenin. The old man stared at him and grinned.
- Lenin! What the hell? How did you get here?
- Through the door my friend, through the door ...
Cyril and closed his eyes wearily, with his hand on his forehead muttered
- You know what, I want to be alone. Just to be alone. I beg go away to his story ... why are you the ghost of communism here sharishsya? Give me a rest!
- Uh-uh no! Rest we can only dream! Flies, flies steppe mare and ruins the feather! - Lenin finger scratched his broad forehead and plopped down in a chair that stood beside him.
- You memorized the Bloc? But he was a bourgeois! And your fucking revolution, he did not take ...
- Yes xp-p-ren with it blocks! - Again, a Jewish accent. - The unit was a drug addict. Sitting on cocaine. Marafet as it smelled! That donyuhalsya although some poems he certainly was not bad. By the way you know? And this is a special operation at that time! Germans at our insistence couple chartered ships and sent them to Latin America. It bought an unprecedented dose of cocaine by weight and escorted his raiders took them on a raid of Kronstadt.
- Why? - Cyril muttered.
- Why? A revolutionary matrosnya? It is well according to you willingly went over to the Bolsheviks? Yes, there is a row of coke ohmuril. They all smelled marafet! They were all, as they say rr-revolutionary-minded, but the pr-r-tuned ravilno is cocaine! But otherwise? Otherwise, many of them would certainly this, that's garbage, we offered them do not!
- Well, you and bitches ...
- Who said that the revolution is done with clean hands? A?
- Anyway, bitches!
- Yeah ... By the way when then this matrosnya awake. It was too late. They realized that they had made, decided to back up, but the Kronstadt revolt as you know, put down in the twenty first dashing. How's this fool ... Poor Damian? We were throwing youth in Kronstadt ice? ..
Kirill looked at Lenin and waving his hand angrily:
- Listen Ilyich Your revolution has brought you so much grief! And you over there still tormented! You could become a normal lawyer. Father of many children. They would, in turn, gave birth to other children, too, need home. but instead, you're out on the links but for expatriates proshatalsya and eventually there was no one ... ghost! Shadow! His shadow! And you with such a warmth about her fucking revolution saying? Yes Fear God!
- Hee-hee ... There is no God ... hehe ... - Lenin, such skukozhilas in a chair, sat and laughed despicable.
Lucinschi looked at him with contempt and evil and do not know what to say. Lenin finally straightened up and, reaching out, said cheerfully:
- I see ... you become my friend is easier! And then there have conceived any nonsense! It's easier, because you feel better? - Squinted slyly Ilyich.
- Yes, I did not become easier and disgusting! you know! Nasty! I want to die! I hope and wish you the same thing! You know I can not go! They took everything! I do not belong to myself! I do not want anything! Just die!
- Oh-oh, my friend, I see you are using all the delights of immortality! And this is the beginning! Start! And then it will be worse! believe me the old man ... - Lenin suddenly became gloomy.
Lucinschi rose from the couch and getting up, looked around, he looked up at the ceiling, the walls, trying to see the hidden cameras. He tried to examine the places where they are being watched.
- It is useless to my friend will not see anything! - As if catching his thoughts echoed Lenin. - It will haunt you anytime and anywhere!
Cyril, spat, falling onto the couch, nervously asked:
- And what to do? What to do? What, what should I do to stop it all! I. Help me!
Lenin thought, scratching his beard, he cryptically replied:
- Is there a way out. There is none that would yield, was not. But there is a but!
- Yes, but how? Speak! I'm ready for anything! Willing to put themselves in these same bodies for their fucking tubes! You understand Ilyich They are crazy! They built a living hell! They do not understand that there is a normal person can not live! They are terrible people! They are eaten by dogs, rats, they ... they ...
Lenin waved wearily:
- Yes, I know, I know all this, all this emotion. It's all nonsense!
- And what to do? - Cried Cyril.
- I say, there is a way out. But, you have to trust one person. Trust. That's all. And that, my friend, nothing surprised!
- Yes, why should I be surprised? You got me by the conspirators was driving his ... then I'd say the good news ... such news as the enemy does not want!
- It is you my friend, about your future son? Of which bears a ruler, a lady?
Cyril froze. He did not move a few seconds to digest the information. Then forced himself:
- How do you know?
- I my dear sir, there has long been, and everything about all I know.
- He had survived all of us, he's very much alive! - Suddenly a voice came from the side.
Cyril glanced at the door and saw that the threshold is Khrushchev. Head of this hotel-prison was gloomy. He stood, arms folded, in a cross on his chest and looked at Cyril ...
Lucinschi realized that Khrushchev listened to their conversation for a long time, just do not interfere. Finally, the chief of the hotel, took a few steps forward and, being near the sofa, slowly sank into the chair opposite. Throwing his legs crossed, he shook his head and added:
- Lenin's telling the truth. After all, we have not called in vain on our secret meeting, and believe me ... it's not playing in the Masons. So, I can tell you that there are results. And these results is due to you.
- What are the results? I have a son that will be? - Cyril offended.
- No, this is a side effect! - Khrushchev replied calmly. - Results have on our case, in our struggle for a normal life. And they are there because of you.
Cyril stopped, he did not want to ask again, and just waited for Khrushchev himself talk. But he made too long a pause. Lenin also impatiently fidgeting in his chair.
Khrushchev finally closed his eyes, his hand touched something picturesque to his head and said pathetically:
- Gentlemen, I am pleased to report that the product is ready to normal life.
- What is normal? - Do not understand Lucinschi.
- The product is aging ... - Said I. and happily clapped his hands.
- And, what gives? - Muttered irritably Lucinschi.
- And it makes a lot. Almost everything! - Khrushchev threw up a hand. - This is, in fact, almost a victory. The victory of the movement for a normal life, and now the man who has an abnormal duration should take this drug and it will automatically turn into a normal person. His body will age at a normal rate, a rate which is the way nature intended. That's it! Here Gentlemen And it's thanks to you, Cyril! Or rather your body, from which for tests and learned the required material! - Khrushchev pleased nodded, as if confirming their own words.
- At-at - Cyril skeptical waved his arms. - I thought that, indeed, something revolutionary. But here! Who of those who are slowly getting older, will drink the potion?
- Well, of course it takes time. Yet there is a plan to start the process of normalization of all these people, who now have an abnormal life.
- What is the plan? - Asked suspiciously Lucinschi.
- A very bold and effective, - nodded Khrushchev. - And it should bring you Cyril!
- What?! Again I?! Yes ... the fuck I want it?! - Outraged Cyril.
- How?! My friend?! You're ten minutes ago, then a comedy, but rather trans-p-ragediyu Device district roili?! - Screamed Lenin. - And now the p-pi in the bushes? You do not want to end?! You yourself wanted and p-p-happy?! - The old man with a lisp.
- No but ... - Tried to justify Cyril.
- If you help us, you can help yourself and all of humanity! - Once again pathetically said Khrushchev. - These crazy people will not bear the idea of the immortality of man! Crazy idea of human superiority over time!
- Yes, I understand ... but what should I do? What can I do? - Sincerely cried Lucinschi.
Khrushchev was nodding his head, as if stretching before a decisive speech. He rolled his eyes picturesque. Lenin also stiffened and froze. Cyril all did not like, he got excited and could not help, somehow subconsciously afraid. Grooving scared avalanche inevitable ...
- You will need to force or persuade, as you wish ... drink this drug husband supreme ruler ... - Khrushchev gasped.
- What?! - Lucinschi first wanted to scream wildly, but it did not work and he eventually just somehow squeaked plaintively. - You yourself, you realize that talking about?
Khrushchev nodded
- I understand that it's almost crazy. I understand how it would be difficult. But still. If you have an opportunity you have to take the drug to persuade Stewart!
- Yes, I'll persuade her? They are opposite ... out! Going to raise my son and be eternal, well, if not forever, just a couple of centuries to reach! - Cyril chuckled sadly.
- Well, what they Sobir-p-rayutsya it does not mean anything! Believe me-p-PbTe my father! My experience Sudar-p-pb PoWER-p-PbTe! - Exclaimed Lenin.
- Sure ... believe me ... and what to say, and then I have to do, why did you decide that she listen to me?
- Because you are the father of her future stepson ... concessions for the sake of it will go to any ... as long as you have sacrificed their parent feeling ... that is voluntarily agreed to give them a son ... without malice ... and the information we have ... very fun for you ... she sympathizes with you ... she likes you as a man! She wants you! You see, she fell in love, most of all, you! It's her idea ... son get hold of you! Sleep with you she was afraid to ... angry ruler certainly strong! But she is a woman, and the women, and that's tricky, here, so ... she persuaded the governor to do that to you ... so you and no one else in the world can not solve this problem!
Lucinschi looked into the eyes of Khrushchev trying to understand how much of the truth in his words? After all of this sounds almost surreal, like a decoy, or rather zamanuha for him! Send it to this fateful meeting!
"Why fatal? After all, what do I lose? What? What can I do to lose? Suppose, that he's lying to me, and only soothes just to lure me here to this meeting, but it can be understood, and I? I also can understand! I myself have to understand! I myself have to understand to solve! What do I have to lose? Eternity? What is eternity? Eternal torment here this existence? Hmm, really, that I have to lose? I have nothing to lose! "
Cyril slowly rose to his full height and stretched out his hands to his sides, as if the soldiers suddenly Khrushchev and Lenin said:
- I'm ready! Who besides me? No one but me in your historical reserve it did not!
Khrushchev was silent, and postonyval Ilyich groaned. Then there was silence. But this did not last long pause. Khrushchev finally gathered his thoughts and, clapping his hands, said with satisfaction:
- You made the right conclusion. You are a true man of sense. There is now little.
Cyril was breathing heavily. He did not want to talk, he even wanted to be alone now. He stood there and did not know how things behave. Khrushchev nodded his hand and said politely:
- Yes, you take that stand here. I'm here, I'd say. Meeting with her I'll organize. After all, I once organized it.
Lucinschi slow down on the sofa, he looked at Khrushchev and asked:
- This is when she came in the morning, look at me? It you let her?
- Yes, it's me ...
- That's what I understand - offended Cyril. - I went and sees me! As a horse at the show!
- That's what I say! It is indifferent to you! So, okay, I will organize this meeting, well, then it all depends on you! But before the meeting takes place, you have to meet with Michael Alfredovich Schuppom. He will instruct you and tell you about the drug, which has finally arrived. He developed it and know all about him, he will tell you what to do in practice.
- Yes, but this Schupp. he's sort of the opposite. He developed his own system of longevity, how so? As he did this drug? He generally can deceive you? - Cyril asked suspiciously.
Khrushchev thought, but not for long. He pomassazhirovav lobe of the right ear thoughtfully replied:
- No, I did not cheat, and you'll understand why. He will present to you my position, and you'll understand. Now, let's make it so that you will be alone. You please call the nurses and of feeling unwell. They'll be taken to the center Schuppa. I give the word, if you become ill - take it there.
Khrushchev stood up, glancing at Lenin, and shouted to him:
- And you Ilyich idika his room. Go and rest. I will come and let you know when something has changed. Go and rest.
- Yes, I like this more than a century rest ... - Muttered Lenin, but the Nemea obeyed and stood up from his chair, walked to the door.
There he stopped and turned around looked at Cyril. Ilyich sighed resignedly and somehow said,
- Wow, who would have thought then in Kazan, I like this finish. Concha's so ridiculous and above all not soon.
Lucinschi Khrushchev he did not answer. They looked at the old man and ssutulennuyu figure, every thought of his. Lenin came slowly, as if lost in space.

***


Shorn bald head, sunken eyes and very tired physically worn out body. As if a prisoner of Buchenwald, Cyril was lying on a big bed by a beam of entangled wires. The sensors were attached throughout. He lay still and did not move. And he did not move hot elos. He just wanted to rest. He just wanted to real stability, which, as it seemed to bring relief.
"My God! Me after more than a hundred years! I'm such a decrepit old man! I'm quite an old man! But I think as a young guy, but I feel that my body is tired of living. It does not want to live. And my mind. he was so young. After all, I had not lived with his body of one hundred and ten hundred and twenty years, which usually measures the nature. How absurd. People to look young, but he's an old wreck, which has long had to die and turn into a mold! Absurdity. Maybe this is eternity? Maybe this meal is eternity? What may be a monument, is currently about four hundred years, and also suffers because he like as a young but really old piece of stone or bronze ... "- his mind is not perturbed, as if they arose in the mind and rotten, like flashes of the aurora borealis. Like a bright, but not warm and does not shine.
He was lying in the room and quietly wept, tears running from my eyes involuntarily, but the salt water just burned cheeks and rolled to his chin.
There was a click, and the door to the ward dissolved. This includes Schupp and his two assistants - Lysenko and Vavilov. Cyril sad and a little strained smile.
- A botanical-carvers? I cut here? I am at your service.
However, none of the trio has not responded to his barbed welcome. They, as if nothing had happened, began to turn the handle their instruments. A Lysenko, with a genuine tenderness began to tear off from the body of Cyril sensors. Lucinschi, looked at him, smiling. He quietly asked the doctor:
- Hey, how are you real name?
Lysenko looked at Cyril and, embarrassed, replied:
- Ordygaylo ...
- Here is your mother! Of course, it is better to be Lysenko than whatever it Ordygaylo ...
Vavilov and Lysenko removed some evidence from the instruments. Inserted in them some boxes (possibly with new sensors and paper) and left the chamber. When the door closed behind them. Schupp twirled around his head up to the door, as if listening to it unnaturally arched neck, but found nothing suspicious, calmed down and returned to the bed, put his finger to his lips, nodded at the screen, inviting Cyril back to pass. Lucinschi saw it as a call to action.
When they were behind a white wall Alfredovich Michael waved his arms like a conductor and fiercely whispered:
- You have to understand all the historicity of this moment!
Cyril nodded his shaved head in agreement:
- Yes, I have long understand everything! Once here you woke up so suddenly and began to understand!
Schupp shook his head and smiled sadly:
- You are a young man in vain ernichayu, it's very serious! Very! Not happen now, then land all doomed!
Cyril shrugged and sighed:
- Well, you're all too grim! Doomed! Well, they will live here forever so what? Let them live!
- We?! - Flushed Schupp.
- What are you? You like humus go! - Indifferent and cynical response Lucinschi.
Michael Alfredovich jumped from the couch.
- Yes, that is okay as humus. It is natural. But they are on the ground at all unnatural element! And this unnatural element would be prohibitively long! For the earth is almost a disaster! Disaster!
Kirill's a little scared of the aggressive behavior of the doctor:
- Well, you too? Are you talking about?
Schupp leaned over him and hissed:
- Not much, but whom? On official! On them! It's a cancer of humanity! Cancer, and wants to be eternal! But the cancer actually cut is necessary, but not to make it to greenhouse conditions!
Lucinschi dismissed Schuppa as of annoying flies:
- Look, you're talking like a revolutionary! Terribly much! The more you hurt, then the officials? You yourself out though medicine, but like official! - Surprised Lucinschi.
Michael Alfredovich thought for a moment, but only for a moment, then he blurted out the words flew like bullets from a machine gun rapid-fire:
- And what they told me to do something good? What! I myself have struggled all my life in their impenetrable door! I'm from a young age, as soon as a doctor, immediately began to develop his own system of longevity and parallel system for preventing cancer! Yes. but the young man all walks very close by! Everything is close by! Longevity and cancer is about one topic! I developed my system, represented by its various bureaucratic instances! I wrote a bunch of letters and a lot of applications do you think?
Kirill looked into the eyes of the doctor and knew that he says is not that sincerely, and it breaks out of his soul cry. Lucinschi said quietly
- What!
Michael Alfredovich waved
- Nothing! In our country, it turned out, I did not have anything to anybody! More! Some officials have told me openly! Why do we need to fight cancer? Let the people sick anymore! The paradox? Yes?
Kirill, squinting suspiciously growled:
- Are not you exaggerating?
- Yes, what there are exaggerating! - Eyes widened with hurt Schupp.
- Well ... is profitable for them, what would people sick? - Incredulously Lucinschi.
- But how do you not understand? - Michael Alfredovich pouted and turned red from the strain. - They are profitable! The more will get sick, the more need help! And it cost money that could plunder! Moreover, each patient requires a lot of drugs, and is also favorable deductions! This is also a manger! It turns out that officials beneficial that we more, and less sick live!
Cyril touched his prickly stubble on his head and, drawing air nostrils forced himself:
- Well, you and the theory, the horror takes, but what about when they are ...
Schupp sat down next to him on the couch and staring into space, muttered:
- And what are they realized it? Yes, because it does not say, but they are all just as it turns out, is also prone to cancer? Too prone to disease! These are the pies!
Kirill looked at the doctor and, after a pause, he said:
- And what are you unwittingly become one of their hopes!
Schupp pulled to the right hand and put it under his nose Luchinsky fig:
- That's it! How would, not so!
- Why not? Are you a doctor? - Cyril grinned.
He realized that this man did this theme is very close and it literally boils, when he talks about the details of his research wanderings.
- I-the doctor! But, I have to treat normal people, not perverts! Moral perverts!
Lucinschi again touched his hedgehog color:
- And yet they are the people ...
Michael Alfredovich languidly waved
- Yes, but here they have with you for the people does not count!
Kirill looked at the doctor:
- And what is the solution?
Schupp started and seemed to revive, bowed to Cyril and fiercely whispered:
- A solution is simple! I realized this when I was young and decided to tackle the problem of longevity and prevention challenges of cancer. I knew it then, being green and inexperienced doctor! I realized that if and invented the method by which people can live for hundreds of years, they will never give it into the hands of officials, these self-righteous and yet flawed creatures who do everything to make the lives of ordinary people has become unbearable!
Cyril inadvertently slightly pulled away from Michael Alfredovich:
- Do you still hate officials, almost paranoid. Careful not. Look. Yes, and I do not think they really are here sinister as you say. They are still part of the people, too!
Schupp something good, and evil eyes narrowed, pursed his lips and said:
- People? Here you are there too please! In their trap! They washed his ears, like you! And it is something you first have to shout that these officials cancer society! You more than anyone else experienced this?
- Yes, but I have experienced it from the higher officials ... as though it's probably not quite the ...
Michael Alfredovich jumped and waved his arms again as inept boxer:
- Yeah! And, what our government is different from what may be, of a minor official in the area? Yes, no nothing! Scale, and that's all! And the rest ... You should know, he's not made in vain, that damn state list! This is a government hit list in the future! This is absurd! He created a list in which, after the opening of a particular drug is that which were to finally receive after experimenting with you, so here is the elixir of eternity could get only the officials! You know, he was going to take in the future only the officials and their families! He was going to breed it is them! No composers, artists writers, namely officials! Managing staff!
- Well, I heard something ... - Cyril sighed.
- And it's not crazy? And in general, what they are entitled to, and so do all? - Schupp stood before him as a rookie before the sergeant, leaning side arms.
Cyril, sighed and smiled sadly, replied:
- Excuse me doctor, then I ask in return, and you, what is right, well, do it with them? That is, you have developed a method for its longevity and want to implement only among the common people, and officials? They are human beings too!
- You cringe! - Waved Schupp. - First! My method is available to all! Can be used by everyone! Second, the officials are too lazy! And my method because it requires too much commitment and effort, they will not do it. That is why they have developed a chemical method! That is, took the medicine and become life-long! That's it! I, first of all, developing his method takes into consideration the individual and the general features of the human body and ways to better use! That is, any person if to comply with my recommendations, can actually prolong your life the natural way! Natural! Understand! Of course it is not four hundred years, but I can guarantee one hundred eighty lifetime! It is almost two centuries! More simply not reasonable! And nature does not provide for more! This is the limit! But, but the nearly two centuries of people, as they say, living human being! He does not turn the car to absorb any nonsense, different shit, what, in principle, can not, and lives in a measured, beautiful and above all enjoyable! And it's all real! All this is possible! All that awaits humanity in the future without drugs! And they? They do not fit! Officials will not do! With my method, you can not drink, do not smoke, you need to live a healthy life! Does this fit the officials? They need it all at once, right now! But it did not happen! So in life just does not happen! This is absurd! And they do not understand! They amoeba! Dandruff humanity! These creatures! They are scum that prevent us to live! They are narrow-minded and vile little people imagined themselves demigods!
- Well, what do you have them all in one color rubs! Why? Among them, perhaps there are people who are willing to live a healthy lifestyle ... - Cyril once again touched a hedgehog.
Schupp slowly sat next to him on the couch and somehow sadly said:
- Maybe you're right ... But what percentage of these officials? A? That's it! And then they want the results immediately! Drank a pill and everything became life-long! I advocate a gradual leveling harmonic living organism! That is to say the existence and nature in harmony! That's it! Understand! And then, on the background of my method, and the nascent theory inadvertently prevent cancer! That's it!
Cyril doctor patted on the shoulder and said:
- Something we too went on the topic doctor.
Schupp, though rousing, agreed:
- Yes, you're right. You are right. Just you, before we get to the practical part, need to know why I decided on it. Although in my hands is, of course, the drug was rather a drug that really could significantly extend human life by chemical means? I brought his formula! Brought! But, it is not necessary for humanity! Do not!
- I already knew it, Doctor, - Cyril sighed. - Let's also about business.
- Yes, yes, of course. But, you should know! The drug, but rather the elixir of immortality, if you will, really exists, and removed it, including to and from your body. Or rather of the biological samples that we took of you.
Cyril, raised his eyebrows and unwittingly again touched the hedgehog, but rather a bump on his head. Schupp kindly nodded his head in acknowledgment and continued:
- Well, if there is such a drug, rather elixir, there must be a anti drug! Right? And that they left! Nei used the fact that I can go on the scientific way and in the opposite direction. Not considered. Maybe even take into account ... I do not know. But, in general, help me! Who and what is not my business! And I, as they say, has made his own! All made it! And I'm proud of these! And I do not stop now!
Cyril laughed. Quiet, but so sincere and from the heart. He looked at the funny man on this doctor, who gave his life that would bring first formula of immortality, and then added to it and the integral death.
And all this for what?
For all the things that a man could live just fine and die. Time to be born and to die!
How easy it is!
What could be in the world, in the universe is easier than usual, the logical death.
Even the stars and they die when their time comes! Whole galaxies disappear into the depths of space vacuum, if it's time! All of this lends itself to the law ... all!
A man?
A man? Whom he think he is? He believes that it is stronger than time? But, what does it mean? That can give it a damn artificial immortality? The hustle and bustle? And most important of all the imbalance! Imbalance of all!
EVERYTHING!
Schupp got up slowly. He was offended by the teacher as a student in his arms helplessly and unable to understand why this man is so laughing at him? That there could be so funny?
What could be so funny?
This is the most serious issue of all living and non-living!
Lifetime! Lifetime!
- Why are you laughing? - Resentfully said Schupp.
- Excuse me doctor. But right now I just realized a simple truth! Simple as life itself! Do not stick your nose into the affairs of God, and everything will be fine! Well, here you are, why do you spend your life? Why?
- Why? .. - Echoed Schupp.
- You have spent your life on what would have so could be! Ordinary human life, not a stupid measure of the biological activity of a certain segment of the gray matter, which is embedded in the nature of my skull! Lord! Like all funny and easy!
Schupp frowned. He became angry, slowly sat down again next to Lucinschi he sniffed and paused for half a minute, said roughly:
- Stop here pathos and philosophy! There are things that should not be here so, deprecate! Do not!
Cyril smiled sadly and patted on the shoulder Schuppa:
- Excuse me, doctor, for God's sake forgive me, I did not mean to hurt you!
- Everything's not talk about that! - Michael Alfredovich said sternly. - So. I now give you six capsules of the drug, which stimulates the human body and causes it from any state to return to the initial state of the body. Simply put, this product simply displays all foreign vitamins, elements and other substances, which in principle should not be in the human body. This is, so to speak, an antidote to immortality. But there is one thing! This drug has side effects. The man who took his risk of contracting any infection even the most innocent and most of this infection die. His body during the period of preparation to become vulnerable. He's just as clean as the soul of Adam in paradise. Still, the drug has a certain degree of risk, and of course have to take it in special rooms and under the supervision of a physician. This is best done in the laboratory. Because, as a doctor would be able at any moment to take any action that would try to block infection.
- So you're saying that a person runs the risk of taking this drug?
- Yes, a risk. But for a common cause, it is necessary to do so.
Cyril thought. He stared absently into the distance, while the way of his eye was blind. He looked as if through.
- And I, what should a man to explain it to you?
Schupp looked into his eyes and Luchinsky shrugged and replied indifferently:
- Well, it is as you please. Do you want to - say it - no. It's all up to you. How you feel in relation to that person. For a common goal, in principle, can not say anything.
- That is, even here, in a noble cause, I have to deceive or hide? Well, what is your time, this, bitch?! What a time! You see the doctor when there we began a change, collapsed, this feature of the Soviet Union, had all hoped, but what there is hope, everyone was sure that life will be better. That all changed, and most importantly, never no, like this, times, do not go back! Never! And what do I see? You have made it worse than we had under the communists! You've got some kind of hotbed debilizma, senility and above all - infamy, at all levels! Meanness, as the main national strategy! That is a symbol of your traits of time! And when I am, here, little wonder that come to mind to me a very bad idea.
- This is what? - Hemmed Schupp.
- And such can not have anything here to change? Not necessary here heroics? Here you do not need nothing to help? Because, as you deserved what you now know how! Do deserve it!
Schupp sighed, shook his head sadly and said quietly:
- Young people. You decide everything themselves. I will not convince you. You yourself know everything and therefore must decide. The only thing I will do is give you a six capsules. And do you have with them can, as you tells your ... immortal conscience. Do what you know.
He laid next to the couch Lucinschi large silver container with a transparent plastic top. Inside this box as the cocoons were six large yellow capsules. Kirill looked at this gift doctor and chuckled. Schupp slowly stood up and without saying anything, went behind the screen. Lucinschi was not called, he knew what to say more, in principle, there is nothing.

***

Some unknown birds chirping, the smell of a variety of herbs and flowers, little breeze, and the colors, bright colors of different plants. There were palm trees, and some unknown trees with huge leaves, there were lush bushes and trees, and the little dwarf pine. Flowers, flowers and herbs around was a real riot of greenery. This artificial "paradise" garden, here under the ground, under the very heart of the country by the Kremlin, was similar to the real Garden of Eden.
"Maybe it was there in the garden? Where people fled? Perhaps he, too, was as immortal and did not need anything? But he suffered, so tormented the beauty of this? Maybe he escaped and so angered God? And he angered him? Maybe he is asked to do, his life is normal and diverse. What would it alternated and pain and joy and pleasure, and the bitterness of loss and furor success! Maybe he wanted to have all been since we have there ... or, as here? "- enjoying the unique garden, argued Cyril.
He was not worried. No. While I understand that can happen now is really something that will change everything. He was not worried and was calm. He somehow indifferent prudently waited ... waited and had a feeling that even if it did not work, nothing has changed in principle, it can not. But, it is all the same. He's already so fed up that he was just tired to worry and worry.
"To experience? About what? But, in fact, my life if you approach the situation with common sense has long ended. And I do live as if in debt. I had someone unknown extended the loan of existence and now with interest, as I have this credit can be used in principle. Or his interest, which were so big, make this the most credit to return, and the return is double. Therefore, as no pleasure out of life, and in general, of staying on in the world, I do not feel "- Cyril thought bitterly.
It came suddenly.
Quiet as the night comes, or dawn. It came quietly, but he was startled when she saw. He was a little scared and looked away. Her face was calm. Eyes a little sad carefully consider it. Cyril did not hurry. He did not even say hello. She took it for granted. She was ready, he will Nei her happy. Although, I felt Lucinschi, she took it with bitterness and regret. However, the type is not served.
He sat on a long bench and florid, embarrassed her, got up and tried to look at a small pond in which floated big red and gold fish. They splashed and frolicked, not paying attention to people.
And why do they look for? Who are they, these people? Strange and ridiculous creatures. Completely useless, unless you take into account that some of them, regularly throws food in the pool.
Cyril specifically looked at the fish, not to show his fear. No, not emotion, namely fear! He, as if by chance, looked at her.
Stewart stood, biting his lip, and looked him in the eye.
- Thank you for the honor you have done me and came.
- Do not ... - She twisted her lips.
- Sorry ...
- Do not flattering - it's a bit mad. - I did not provide you the honor. Just this meeting needs both you and me. That's why I came.
- Sorry - Cyril sighed.
- Why do you keep apologizing? You's so little time and so much to tell me. I feel it. And I ... I owe you something important to say!
He is not any more words except:
- Sorry.
She finally got mad:
- Again! This is not funny. Sit down. I find it easier to talk to you when you sit. And do not look at me. That's it and do it. As you did. Look in the pool. And you say, it's easier. Me so much and you have to say. But I can not do it, that's so easy to do!
Cyril seemed hypnotized repeated
- Sorry.
- I'm leaving now. You know that I risk more than you are. If he finds out ... all. This is the end. In principle, this is the end. This is the end of everything.
- For me?
- For me, - she grinned. - You have something he needs such as in the case for the experiment. And I, then I will suffer. It is, I will arrange, the kind of life that you can not imagine. It will be hell. Hell on earth. But I ... not scared at all. For you ... although unpleasant somehow ...
She bit her lip again. Stewart was captured my thoughts. He felt it and asked:
- Really, it is such a person, who in general there is nothing sacred? After all, he has to love you? In general, he has to love someone? He must love someone, and therefore forgive?
- Well, why did he think that he loves me. No, he really loves me. This is a fact. He's afraid of losing me, but love him very scary. Really, you do not know by how much. And the fact that he had nothing is sacred, so it is you have to understand. Yes ... and you do not get it? I think you already understand. You see, he is a man who basically deprived of love of neighbor. He just seems like he loves. But, in fact, he loves himself ...
Cyril, clasped his hands and shook his head:
- No ... I understand that it is all here. He is in charge and all that. He almost God. Almost ... but still. You can not deny all from anything and everything! And for what? Sake, that's such an empty existence?
- Enough. I do not want to moralize. Do not. I know all about myself. But you do not. Many do not know! Do not know the main thing! Home my secret!
Kirill looked closely at the woman. And suddenly asked:
- Why, he tell you?
But, she did not hesitate and replied with another question:
- And you?
Cyril shrugged and sighed:
- I? I do not need ...
Stewart smirked and smiled sadly:
- And I ... I need you ... You tell me, I need ... And your child!
Cyril realized that to have a conversation with her is simply not possible. She always catches the lead. It constantly monitors the situation and the more say some strange things.
"It is not enough yet, what would it to me here in the beginning of love recognized. Then everything will fall apart, then she will feel that I can not return the feeling and just get mad, and then, when the collapse of ... nothing! "
 Lucinschi frowned
- So why did you?
She smiled and shrugged her shoulders:
- And you?
Now angry Lucinschi. He even wanted to get up and leave, but something held him back. As if someone unknown inside forbidden to do so. Cyril tried to calm down and do something about this almost ridiculous dialogue:
- Listen ... We talk not work.
But she suddenly became dark, her eyes flashed anger, Stewart took out a small bag, which came a pack of women's cigarettes. Podkuriv, thin black stick, she puffed out, almost Cyril in the face and said defiantly:
- And who said I was going to talk to you. I came to listen to you. That's all. And then ... then I will tell ... the main ...
Kirill also angry and boldly asked:
- What then?
He suddenly realized that she started to get nervous. Cigarette trembled in her fingers:
- Okay, that's enough. Talk. This has already been delayed. No. I was being followed. And, just because I could ... Khruschev
Cyril, sighed, and looked closely at her, monotonously said,
- Good. I want to offer you ...
She started and looked at him in confusion:
- How do you do?
He smiled, as if agreeing, nodding his head
- No, I'm sorry, I want to ask you ...
Stewart liked that answer. She smiled and inhaled again puffed towards Cyril:
- Here is another thing.
He endured it, and only sighed
- You know. And though I am here with you and not getting old, but was already present in the soul of an old man. Hard all.
- What is it?
- Well, that's it live. Like me. Hard. You see, it is very hard.
- And I thought the contrary, all of you here, as a fairy tale ... and I'm so happy for you ... When you see ... I am glad ...
Cyril again winced. The woman spoke again strangeness, but Lucinschi pretended not to have heard the last word:
- Yeah, a fairy tale. Okay, but I do not know. I have a son. About his son. You want to pick it up?
Stewart was very sad, she threw a cigarette butt at the ground and put out his sole shoes. After a pause, she asked,
- What do you want?
- I? I wish that you were his real mother.
She raised her eyebrows in surprise and asked:
- Really? Why?! Did you know? All of you know that? .. No, you can not know ... just can not ...
He hesitated, not knowing what she was saying to him ... looked again at the pond, which splashed big fat goldfish. Their sides were cast blood-red stripes.
- I just wish that he grew up as a simple, rather normal real person.
- Is it true? - In front of Stewart tears. - I thought ... against you, and ye shall be to me now pronounce, ask beg ... Although if you know the main reason ... would you agree, without persuasion!
- A washed? - He chuckled. - All in fact decided. And I can not decide. What will my kick?
- Yes, you're right ... - Sadly she said. - But, believe me, it will probably be the happiest child in the world. I'll do what I can. And you will be pleased. You will see all this and enjoy!
- Do not turn out.
- What? - She shuddered.
- Failed to make him the happiest. And I was at the same time ...
- Why? - Stuart offended.
- Because the child does not need to see that his parents are younger than himself, and even adoptive parents do not have to see their child grow old and die in front of them, it is unnatural life. Ordinary human life.
- What are you talking about? I do not understand! Arthur ... we'll call him Arthur ... as king ... Arthur will be like you. He will be immortal! I know that. I told the doctors!
- They are lying to you. It will not be like me. I'm the only one and others just can not be, even your spouse will never be like me. And I can tell you a secret.
- Why not? - Frightened and defenseless, she squeaked. - Why do you say that? This is not true!
- It's true. First, because, as I was not me. It's over. Secondly, Svetlana was wrong. She was wrong, rather it helped to make a mistake. It took the wrong medication.
- What? - Stuart white with tension. - No, you do not say the truth! I had hoped! I thought of you, I know you were just in the way I represent you! I so miss you!
Lucinschi winced a little strange monologue woman alerted. But Cyril, not paying attention to the words of Stewart, said:
- That's it! - Kirill laid beside him on the bench packaging, the same silver packaging with yellow capsules. - This is the answer to my question and the way out of your sad situation.
- What is the situation? I now have a situation that you can not yet imagine! But you will understand everything! I trust that you will understand - she began to cry, silently and softly.
Tears rolled down her cheeks, leaving a nearly invisible stripes. He felt her little sorry. He looked at her as gentle as possible, and smiled sadly:
- I can tell. You are a good woman. You are a good man. Why do you need it?
- What is it? - She shuddered.
- Well, this game is about time? With immortality? Why do you need this? You also need the usual Indian happiness. Family, baby. That's it! Why do you need this?
She finally burst into tears. Her back heaving. She pulled out of her purse and handkerchief, pressed it to his face, trying to hold back the sounds. It turned a dull and a bit ridiculous. He did not hurry her, even though he wanted to hug her and held her close. But he could not do it. Finally, she wiped her eyes and a little calmer, said:
- That's all it is! He! I told him! I talked to him for a long time! Um I can not have children because of his experiments! He! He he! So there you are ... and I realized that all of you can decide for me! And the problem! You just have to solve it for me!
- So be complete! - Cyril nodded to the package yellow capsules.
- What is it?
- It will help you if you want to end this suffering, as your ... and him. I suspect he is also suffering. He is afraid of death? Right?
- Yes ... - Bewildered said Stewart. - How do you know?
- I saw the fire of fear in his eyes. This paranoia. All men fear death. But everyone knows that when, or whether, they will still die. You can not turn it any way. Even if you are the strongest and most powerful man on earth! You are still mortal! And more importantly, what you leave behind! That's the main thing!
- I, I told him to say that? Almost the same words! And then there you are! And I realized I was no other way I can! I have to see you and talk to you! I need to ask you something! From you and it is up to you ... will depend a great deal! It was you ... can solve everything for me! You ... it does not understand! But you proymet! Soon understand! I needed it in your mind and that you can help me! As I think you can? This conversation is very important! So that there is a conversation! It's very important? Conversation he just talk ... - Stewart again began to cry.
- So do not need to talk, but to act. Here is a medicine, it will help you to solve all problems. If he will drink and you drink the capsules. It's over! All experiments! You will become the common people, not zombies centuries-old, sitting on drugs and just shake - how to not get old!
She had calmed down again. Stewart looked at the package, and then picked it up and, after a pack of hand, said softly:
- Just a drink? And it does not hurt?!
- This is a means of cleansing the body. That's all. Only here for a few days to eliminate the possibility of a cold. And other viral diseases. The organism is a little loose.
She shook her head and smiled. A bit ridiculous somehow detached and sad:
- And you? You, too, are going to drink the pills?
- Of course! Sense to me to live forever? What's the point? Brad some! Yes, and I want to see my son grows and matures, and I'll normally get old. It's the happiness!
- Do you really give me son to be raised?
- And why not? I hope you will not hurt his feelings? And you will be allowed to see occasionally. You do not do harm to him?
- No, no, no! - She exclaimed happily. I will do all that he grew up a happy boy! I'm just in a different way and can not do. And you'll see why soon! Trust me! I accidentally chose you! It was you ... I'll be such a family man!
Cyril nodded his head and smiled sadly:
- Well, you see. For what would you do, and in all, everything was good, I am ready to sacrifice my child! This is very high sacrifice! You do not know how it was difficult to make this decision! So I took it! But there is one thing! Now you have to do what I ask you! - He nodded toward the bag.
Stewart thought. She stared: that on the capsule, then Cyril. In her eyes was all, and confusion, horror and determination, and some hope, but it is the flame of hope out there and let the deep, but also flashed into her eyes.
- And that you need to drink to one person? All six?
- No, it's for two ...
- Do you mean that I should ... shove it to him?
Cyril was grim. He got up from the bench and looked around, but these artificial jungle "paradise" garden consider something was not possible. Lucinschi little evil looked at the woman and said grimly:
- I do ... I do not want to tell you. This you must decide. Just be very strange if it'll end you. You do something like this all represent? He will continue to live there, and you'll be left with an adopted son here? The meaning? How ... it will apply to you? I mean your husband?
Stewart thought she looked away and looked at the ground. Somehow indifferent wiggled bright yellow sand track for shoes. Then shrugged and looked at Cyril said:
- Yes, you're right. I have long thought about it.
- You have to go. Really ... you risk. Too long absence. -Then you most scared?
Stewart, suddenly smiled. She looked at Cyril with tenderness and shrugged
- Now I am not afraid. You know, there was something in here. I did not think that everything will be easy. This entire conversation I had imagined as a very difficult and tedious sticky ... but not so. Thank God that there are people who think like me! I! And most importantly you, you are exactly what you think! For me this is very important! You see, I thought I was alone, here in the Kremlin, and in general in our country. Here too some dreams I believe in others, it is sick, some satanic!
- What? - Surprised Cyril.
- Satanic? Now, who here can think of immortality, if not the devil?
- Well, here you can, and go too much over - chur ...
- No, no, it's true.
The woman got up from the bench, in her hand she held the package of yellow capsules. She smiled and continually considered packaging. Just for a moment, glancing at Cyril, she muttered:
- I'm all, all I will do. I'll do anything. I myself am so not ... For you do ...
- Goodbye ... - He said goodbye to confusion.
Lucinschi watched her go. She slowly removed on a sand track deep into artificial thicket. But before it completely disappeared in the green bushes, Kirill called Stewart. She turned. Lucinschi ran to her and hurriedly asked:
- Tell me, why are you on my attention and believe me? Why? Somehow all too easy? I do not believe? Why, why do you believe me and pay attention to me?
She looked into his eyes and smiled. Held his palm on his cheek and said quietly:
- You just my cousin. You are my ... father. That's it. You are my blood. Here ... I made inquiries about you in the State Archive ... The number you are there as Kirill Lucinschi ... you have a daughter ... your daughter, it's me ... simple Cyril ... V. ...
- Yes ... but I did not have children ... in a past life ... - Muttered obomlevshy Cyril.
- That you did not know. Have you had a friend after the departure of his wife ... or rather mistress Svetlana Koryakina?
- Well, there was ... what?!
- She got pregnant ... just do not have time to tell you ... you disappeared ... and went to sleep ...
Stewart turned and moved on. Cyril flustered and shouted:
- Stuart! Stop! What you truly name?
- Helen ... Lena Luchinskaya ... Dad!
The woman laughed and walked a decisive step forward. This time he did not stop it, but only looked at her graceful gait. It was only when she disappeared in the green garden of Eden, he muttered,
- The daughter will grow ... son ... his brother?! My God, what's it?!




***



Girl with eyes full of tears, looked at Cyril. She said nothing. But he knew she wanted to scream. Lucinschi sitting on the bed with his legs hanging wearily bent shoulders, as if they put a bag of flour. His figure is very similar figure of an old man, tired and broken old man's disease.
- That you finally decide? How could you? How? No, you can not do that! - Due to Lisa.

But Kirill said nothing to her. He continued to sit still and look into the distance. The girl once again sobbed and murmured:
- You see, you will suffer later! Long and scary! This is torture! How could you even do that ...
Cyril finally looked at her and sighed, shrugged
- I do not know, now I do not know anything ... I even got to you. For that to me? I would have already had to lie in the cemetery ... my grave so the first year would be overgrown with weeds. But here?
- Yes, you're all about the dark? Death is not a panacea! You just kind of paranoia with this death! Death can not be good! This is absurd! Do not have all the time to think about it! You out of your baby better future think! As you might like this to give it? How? How do you agree?
Lucinschi grinned and waved his hand and said to her, sadly:
- You have to understand that to me it still does not depend on! You've got yourself a rabbit examined? A? How could I? Yes have for you here on this go ... And then ... I could not refuse her. Could not! I did the right thing ... But do not talk about it I want to know about this case. I want to know about this.
- You can not ask me about it! Can not! It will be stronger than my will! I am not a murderer, I'm a doctor, I'm a scientist!
-Scientist? And who gave you the right to interfere in the natural course of time? Who? Only God and nature ... no more ... And you? And now you're, like, I refuse? A?
At that moment there was a squeak unbearable ear. High-frequency sound and sharp scathing sound almost ripped his head. Kirill, grabbed his ears and fell on the bed. Lisa fell to the floor as mowed and also writhing in terrible and unbearable signal. He was everywhere. He was everywhere, and he seemed completely now break their bodies. Cyril blinked wildly and shouted, but his cry was but a faint faint rustle.
But, all of a sudden ended.
Cyril was breathing heavily. He was afraid to open his eyes, and only heard the passion and his heart beating nervously. It was scary. It was very scary. Still, he decided to look sideways. So insecure as a child, when he pretended to be asleep, and only slightly opening the eyelids - trying to see what is going on around.
It's worth it. This was definitely it. His figure, his features!
It was him!
The man in black, very black suit, black shirt and black tie. Like a representative of the funeral company, it looked ominous. As a messenger of darkness!
"Maybe he is the messenger of darkness? Maybe all the way it is, there may be in these writings, and not lie at all? A? Maybe ... "- Cyril again closed his eyes and groaned.
He did not even want to breathe. It seemed to him that he became deaf after this terrible cacophony of squeaking!
But he was wrong. Sounds, gradually broke into his skull. No, first there came silence, and also not strange sounding. But then the sound. He heard someone breathing heavily and realized that it was lying on the floor next to the bed Lisa.
He wanted to get out of bed, but he just moved, at most, no strength. Finally, he packed up and raised his head. But again it dropped on the pillow.
Gradually return to it normal. Breathing was calm and even. Head is no longer buzzing. He stiffened and stopped trying to hear what was going on around him.
In the silence he heard that someone else entered the room. Lucinschi again opened his eyes and sat up in bed. The man in black, stood and stared at Cyril, silently and insidiously as that.
Lucinschi tried to smile, but his mouth only a ridiculous grin crawling very similar to the face of what may be a lunatic asylum inmate.
- You are a bad man! You are very dishonest and wicked man! - A voice.
Cyril shrugged and somehow innocently and sincerely asked,
- Why?
- You came to us, that would destroy us! I trust you. But, you were not a man!
"Lord, this is the verdict? And if this is the sentence that I enjoy or fear? It is ridiculous! A man sits and thinks itself - whether to be afraid of death? Or rejoice? Here's a laugh for you! The sentence is a punishment or deliverance? No, but it should always be death to frighten anyone, so that there is a man! any creature! Any bug or even an amoeba! But not me! Not me?! Why not me?! "- Thought Cyril.
He paused a moment, smiled, sighed, and said,
- You kill me?
Silence.
In response to the silence.
This pause. She, as a break or what?
"Maybe he thinks? And how he can think? I wonder how they are these powerful people think? How do they think these all-powerful? As well as we? As well as the common people? No, they can not do as well as we? Nothing! They do not like us! "
He heard his breathing, yes, yes, heavy breathing and closed his eyes again. The governor was very close and was silent. He, like Cyril felt, did not know what to do, what to say.
Anger?
Of despair or ...
No!
This person will never compromise with you!
Never!
- I do not want to kill you! You are no longer my interest! - Suddenly sounded hoarse voice supreme. - You disgust me and I hate you! But I do not want to kill you! It's too easy! You have destroyed all that I was so expensive! And you, you just have to disappear ... it and you will be the most terrible punishment!
"Disappear? What is he saying? How is it gone? He does not want to kill me? And then what? "- Again afraid Cyril.
The governor, meanwhile, slowly sat down on the bed with Lucinschi. He lowered his head and looked at Cyril. He got up and, with his legs dangling to the floor, sat down. They never sat a few seconds in silence without moving. At this time, moaning, slowly rose from the floor, Lisa. She stared at the powerful man in black, with some genuine horror and awe! As if she saw the living God! Now, he was here, sitting there on the bed and says nothing.
- Why do you like that you want to punish me? What could I ruin this for you, a person who, in fact, can do everything! - Suddenly boldly asked Cyril, not looking in the direction of the governor.
He grimaced and waved
- Do not, do not pretend that you do not want to do it? But that's just me I can not understand? Why? Why? You something? You-what do you want? Well, with these my lackeys, of course, but you? You got to do were to live in paradise? And live indefinitely! You would, in no need and here's at! Why? Why?
Cyril sad grin:
- And you ask me something? Do I want this? Your artificial paradise? A? You are not talking about anyone and do not ask! And do as you feel comfortable as you want? Well, for example, if you asked children and women in your country if they want to eat dog and rat meat? A? Asked?
The governor shook his head:
- No, I did not ask and I will not. Do not want to let him not eat! Here an alternative! Is either sobachatiny or ...
- Or starve! - Caught Cyril. - Well, well, to hell with it people, as I see you, to him, the case-then and there! But you-all this for? Here you are my wife asked if she wanted to live as you live and forcing her to live as you want? You asked her?
- So you met her in secret and zapudrili her brains ... - Angrily muttered supreme. - Oh, how you did it, you have become strong in their beliefs than I do? She's me ... could never disobey!
 Oh, come on! She'll just afraid! And what it needs? And once again you ... you love only myself, as I understood. That's all, and besides, she could not disobey me ...
Ruler alert, he glared at Cyril:
- Why not?
- That you will see later ... When you live in the next century ... By the way, how much do you intend to myself? A? Five hundred, seven hundred years? How much do you want, that you could enjoy - life, power ... humiliated?
The governor got up slowly from the bed and looked down at Cyril. Then he looked at his trembling with fear and absurd grabbed their cheeks - Lisa. She could not yet recover from the shock of this audio. The governor smiled and took a step toward Palkina, gently, once genuinely taking her by the hand and slowly helped her to drop to his sides. Then he stroked her cheek with his fingertips:
- And here you have it as I see absolutely nothing to fear. He really dangerous! There is nothing more dangerous than a fearless fool! This is truly, really!
Lisa swallowed hard and nodded in response. The governor smiled again and said politely:
- Go, have a drink of water, or better yet cherry liqueur. Go. Drink, it will be easier.
- Yes ... yes ... of course ... - She murmured and slowly turned and left the room.
When the door closed behind her, the governor sharply turned and squinted, evil Cyril said:
- You do not understand! You upstart! You all mete wrong! I'm not an evil tyrant, I'm the savior, you know, if I had not, my country would have ceased to exist at all! Just me, this is all taking measures to preserve what is! Otherwise ... otherwise ...
- Otherwise, the country would have collapsed right?!
- Yes ...
- So what? What of it? You, well, you want to say that this country must go on forever? So?
- And you, do not you think? Do you think that it should go to the dogs?
- I think that the people should decide, all go to the dogs or not. But when on this task takes one person ... and his team, it turns out that you have got ... delirium mixed with absurd!
- You are talking nonsense! You are talking nonsense! Our nation can not by itself solve anything!
- Have you tried you and like you, kings, emperors, presidents and general secretaries, and chairmen of the supreme rulers, tried at least once to enable him to decide for yourself? No! Never and how! You all the time, like you, think that you are smarter than you better know how to do everything. What people are stupid, they can choose not to, it can deceive, etc., etc. ... other ... it is the standard excuse of any dictator or tyrant Hitler! At all times, in all countries, for all peoples! Nothing new! But you, of those tyrants and mad dictators are even absurd and the most important - you want to live forever! Here on earth, not somewhere in the hereafter, as the Incas or Egyptians, and here! Right here, in front of everyone! All will die and be born, and you will live! You yourself, then think about it, to what absurd you get here!
- You do have not understood! - Screamed the governor. - I do not want it for yourself! Not for myself! And for them, for those lazy, lazy seventy million! Who just do not want to work, but just to be on welfare, pensions, and benefits! Who hate Americans and Jews and want to live, how these same Americans and Jews! That's who I sacrificed myself!
- How much did you say the population? - Could not believe Kirill.
- Seventy million ... - Repeated distractedly ruler.
- Holy shit! When I was one hundred forty-five! So what? Eighty years with a small, half the country is extinct?
- Well, not died ... is a natural process of decay and optimization ... population, which we can provide ... Not dead. Many simply become traitors. They fled like rats from a ship. Went abroad! That's it!
- Yes, you are crazy! During your stupid board died and went to half the country's immigration! Under Stalin did not destroy so much, and you still want to live forever? You are sick! You're saying?
- This is all the realities of the time and they do not go!
- What?! Realities of the time? Realities of the time - this is when a person is born and when the time comes - is dying of old age! That's the reality of the time! Realities of the time, this is when a president, is replaced by a direct vote of the people, another president! And without the blood and conspiracies, this is the reality of the time! Realities of the time - this is when the government realizes that we need reforms, open society, and most importantly - the feedback from the people, this is the reality of the time! Realities of the time - this is when the officials do not want to become immortal, and work for the state and the society! That's the reality of the time!
- That's a lie! This is the standard propaganda of the West! I proved his rule that democracy can be a different type! Like us! You go outside and ask a thousand people - whether they want to live differently? And if they like our life? They'll tell you that the only way they want to live! They have nothing else! Free bowl of gruel and a small piece of their flats! That's it! This is the reality of the time! They need what I gave them! I! gave them what they wanted! I support life in this country! And if not for my system all have collapsed! That's it!
- All this is like a movie the only one. In our time was. Kin Dza Dza called. There all about the same - the case, but that's on another planet. And here ... half of the country to escape ... fucking seventy million ... out of this horror! Lord, how it's scary! Oh, you, you ... Yes you ... You yourself know everything! You understand that this project, this historic project called Russia, unfortunately no longer viable. Kievan Rus', Muscovy, Russian Empire, the Soviet Union, the Russian Federation, the weight of it fell into oblivion, and your state structure too rusted and about to fall apart! This is the reality of the time! And then you need to think, not how to revive a corpse, and how to make sure that at least the rest of the people could be built on these ruins, something track. That's the reality of the time! You see, all empires when be dying! Egypt, Rome, Byzantium, the Ottoman Empire, the British, Austro-Hungarian, Russian! All when be dying! I know that when be die empire of the United States, but so far as I understand the time has not come, and all of you can not understand it! Need to move forward, not with the old skeleton in the closet, in the form of the bureaucratic elite, swallowing pills and plan to live like this, in the shit ever! You have to understand your mind! And the main thing! In our country, all the travel reforms always start from the top. Because, if the reforms start from the bottom, it turns a Russian rebellion, as they say, bloody, senseless and merciless! And the responsibility for the decision rests with you, the rulers. If you do not kiksuete and understand that it is necessary for it to go, then the people should understand this. And you, you usually just afraid! Are you afraid that your surroundings you will not understand and will give you or worse kill or simply removed from power, you are afraid of people's discontent, you're afraid of all that surrounds you, and prefers to live as you live, go with the flow and try to solve problems, arise as they become available. But, it is not so! Understand, this position leads here to what happened with you! And then there's your crazy idea of relocation elite officials in the future ... is a total loss!
The governor did not answer immediately. He thought about it and, after a pause, he waved. His voice with a touch of resentment.
- I understand, so that's why you are against me, my wife, and she had made a terrible folly ... She broke our dreams. I just can not understand why you-all this necessary?
- I want that to people of the future who will live in the area where it was once our country, lived more wisely, and most importantly more human if you want. That they would live normally! You know, right!
- And I, what do you think, do not want? - Somehow confused asked the governor.
- If you want, you have to understand your wife, to myself I can not speak. Think about it! It is, as I understand it, for you here the most precious thing there is. And it tells you the truth, and she wants that you too have become a normal person! Not artificial God on tablets, but man!
There was silence. Kirill looked at the governor. He stood with his head bowed low. He did not seem to breathe. Luchinsky thought he was struggling with himself, there, inside myself struggling with myself!
Strange how that person wants to win, or maybe hear yourself?!
Finally, he packed up and turned and threw to Cyril glare. Supreme, unfriendly eyes flashed and then lowered his head again. Cyril slowly rose bed, he did not know what all might happen next. The governor again froze in silence.
He looked like a mannequin in a clothing store.
- She did it! We did this for you and me! - He said glumly.
- What to do? - Cyril asked warily.
- She took the drug and then told me everything. I was already powerless. I immediately gathered the best specialists doctors. They said that the process is irreversible. I understand that you have outwitted, you clicked on the weakest link. I underestimated you. And that's my fault. At first I just wanted to let you on the bodies. Simply wipe! But then I realized, if I do, you will be a martyr! Thank you for her and the other will remain a martyr! Hero laid down his life on the scaffold! And this can not be tolerated. I know, I know that as well as you think, and other people. The only thing I do not know by how much, a lot of your supporters? And why is all this happening? And I understood. I need to listen to you, I can, you give the answer? I immediately came to you. So ... Only now I realize what happened ... She pulls me into the past ...
- She pulls you into the present ... it pulls you into the future ... but normal future ...
- No, I pulled it into the future ...
- Your future is artificial ... it is unnatural nature ...
- And yet ...
- You also need to decide ... - Timidly said Cyril.
The governor started and again glared at Lucinschi. His look this time was not mad with rage and anger, no, it flashed the flame of hope, mixed with confusion. But it was only a moment. One small moment. The governor sighed heavily, he grimaced, said quietly:
- Do you? Each party can lose, but lose in different ways. You can play with the advantage. And I probably will. This mat that you put to me, and I'll translate for you. Translate.
- You still want to kill me? - Cyril chuckled.
- No, on the contrary. I understand from your conversation with this cute girl who also had a slightly muffled. You also want to let off the hook. That is to say take a capsule of aging?
Cyril did not answer, he looked away and silently stood. Ruler rather chuckled. He realized that he had hit the mark.
- So, you do not ever take. You will be so punished. You will be our main character. Thank you! You'll be the one to take part in my experiment. You will be, well, something in the likeness of Lenin ... the Communists. I will do with you as they did to him ...
- No, not that! No, not that! - Cyril shook his head. - I do not want to be a living mummy ...
- And it is necessary. Once the party so turned. Well ...
- You would not be able to ... I will find the time, and that may be, to do with myself! But I take my opportunities you mock me! Over my body!
- Well ... - The governor shrugged. - But then dying, you know that with you will die and the woman who bears your child ... naturally with the child ... and my wife.
- What?! You do not prosmeete! You ... You ...
- And you? Dare you? You got into my business, my life and dare!
Cyril clenched his fists and asked sternly:
- You will kill your wife? You will kill the closest person to you?
The governor chuckled, he cynically smiled and shrugged. His eyes saw Lucinschi satisfaction and determination.
- And you are so, for it radeete? You something which to her case?
Cyril lowered his head and whispered:
- She told me, too, like you, the only one until the person in this world who somehow makes live ...
- Do you?! Are you in love with my wife?! - Supreme laughed.
Cyril waited until it ended in a fit of laughter, and said angrily, looking him in the eye:
- She's my daughter! You're married to my daughter! You are my son!
The governor still. He stared into the eyes of Luchinsky. His mouth remained half open. He digested the information a few seconds, then shook his head and closed his eyes, said quietly:
- So that's why, now, she knew she had calculated ... how do I ...
- Maybe now you'll understand what I wish you and your wife nothing but good ...
The governor again obediently nodded in time with the words Lucinschi and then replied:
- Yes, I understand now ... So that's how it happened ...
- Maybe you do to change their mind? - With a shy hopefully cried Cyril.
Supreme flinched, he frowned, and for a while, looked at Lucinschi from head to toe, then smiled and walked over to him, put his arm around her shoulder and leaned close to his ear and whispered:
- I can not give up on our principles ... I can not ... but I can give you also the chance of answering party ... you too can be satisfied with their loss. After you lose, as I understand, a lot more than I do! Think about it! Find his daughter, then a son and then they lose? And how to lose? Experience them! You will once again put to sleep and when you wake up ... maybe they will not be alive ... because, as you would like, they would be ordinary mortals and people will die of old age! Way you wanted! Your goal will be achieved. But you, you will live a long time ... I do not even know how much!
Cyril jerked his hand he threw the ruler from his shoulder and hissed angrily in his face:
- I hate!
Supreme smiled, he was calm, in fact, Cyril saw him this time is a pleasure:
- Well, well! It is necessary because at least someone to hate ... eternal man ... By the way ... I did not say that in your suffering you will get ... I, too, will become an ordinary person and wring that its program of resettlement of the elite ... Forbid it! And let all going to hell! And when you wake up ... can not: either our country or our people ... After all, you've wanted ...
- Are you sick ... sick man ... - Cyril whispered hopelessly.
The governor smiled again and patted on the shoulder Lucinschi, joyfully exclaimed:
- Yes, but what if you there was not boring ... I'll send you an old man ... Lenin! Let loose in time ... he's after all ... living is alive and will live ... Well, let it be ... live!

***

Lenin was hilarious.
He was smiling like a kid at an amusement park when his unusual to wear a wide bed and wore special belts, sensors on the head and arms as if seated in an amusing extreme attraction. He chuckled, Toli Toli being tickled from the upcoming action when banks like him on his stomach, smacked a rubber bulb with wires.
Lucinschi looked at the old man was angry. Well, what's so funny, when you send in eternity? When you make a living corpse?
A chip-like bed bed Ilyich Lucinschi stood between them was not more than two meters. But, probably, for the convenience of the staff, they were put their heads in different directions. Therefore Cyril and Lenin were "Diamonds" in this super secret Kremlin laboratory.
Lenin looked at Cyril and sad smile prokartavil:
- The sad old man, and that mankind will not know their savior from this dice-p-times called eternity! Do not be! How do they know that you, the one who so deftly managed to stop all this absur-r-rd?! You will perish in the thickness BP-r-belt, turn the p-PbTe me, this is the most offensive. I'm in this business understand something, so that in the future, if we happen to meet, we will test each others p-rugu truly pp family feeling! P-p-family my friend! By the way, you will not be sorry, that's how you work?
Cyril closed his eyes. He did not want to look at this nasty old man with red beard and large wedge sunken eyes. They were like two small caves in which his life was a failure. Dark and deep, almost bottomless, and such terrible.
- You are my friend sp-p-series so all perceive. Each process has its own comfort and the main benefit! After all, nothing is not over! Everyone is going on!
Cyril listened to this monologue and knew Lenin did not awake. He just, like, supports herself and does not want to break into hysterics. The more so because it is useless. This old man was somehow universal martyr.
"It is terrible, but it is so similar to the anti - Christ? Lord, forgive me for blasphemy! But he is so his fate like a man who, unlike Christ, not his death, but his useless this eternal life itself, one takes on the suffering for all! That our lives to show how not to do? And that man is not permitted! I think about some nonsense in those moments! I've become cynical, even to yourself! Well, to me it man! let him muttering his nonsense! God forbid another to see it there ... maybe this time it goes wrong? "- thought sadly Cyril.
At that moment he felt that his arm touched someone. He started and opened his eyes. Before him was Stewart. It is sad to look at Lucinschi. Silently down her cheeks tears flowed. Cyril flinched, but did not give him a seat even move.
- Good Dad, calm, lie still. Nothing can not be changed. But I could not. I was able to insist that to say goodbye to you. He permitted. You did well. You are my hero. I always knew that you have such. You are my hero. And let this fool ... - Stuart pointed at Lenin. - Do not scare you, your name will know everything. That I promise you.
- Yes ... but ...
- No, Dad, all will be well. I'm sorry. I'm sorry, that's what happened! I'm sorry.
- Daughter, but not this! How did you ... as ...
- Svetlana? She's fine ... boy developed normally no abnormalities ... Do not worry, I'll take care of your little brother ... Now he's like this one I have ...
- And is he? .. - Cyril nodded off into the ceiling.
- And he's ... - Sighed Stewart. - Oh, he kept his promise. He is now an ordinary man ... And you know ... He has changed a lot. He is no longer satisfied with the stupid tricks ... In general, he wants to retire ... I do not know whether he will. He himself, he said that to me, I even ...
- Daughter of ... is that you forgive me! - Cyril knew that crying too, been laid down his cheeks warm track with salty channels.
Stewart carefully wiped his tears with a handkerchief and began to cry too.
- My daughter, you have to know, for you I would have done ... all ...
- I know my father ... I will come to you as far as possible ...
- I beg you to persuade her daughter ... to stop the experiment ... if you can ...
- I'll try dad ...
Cyril frowned, he wanted her to say something, say so important, but then realized with horror what to say to him, in principle, just nothing. He opened his eyes in horror and saw that its not close. Stewart disappeared ... Only a naive person and nasty old man across the street. He smiles and stares ... looks ... looks ...
- My friend ... do not expect when you wake up, everything will be as before ... in our country, her mother ... differently simply can not be ... I say this to you ... They still will have to wait endlessly just and wise a good king! King in their head is not enough! That's the trouble!
Cyril closed his eyes and began to howl like a wolf. He howled long, long time when he finally realized that only around one emptiness ... Stinging eyes dark with boundless abyss of unknown ahead of fear and nothing else around ... dark emptiness and fear ...
Suddenly, it appeared the face of the old woman out of the park ... of the old woman with a crutch ...
- Benthal's not joking! I just did not drink once a large dose not drink. Here's a balm leaves Sakura. This is a special Sakura special! - Croaked the old hag.
Once again, the emptiness and darkness ...

Maybe he's dead ... but to be sure this does not allow the last hope, and who can say that there is a feature called the boundary of life and death. What does this milestone. But somehow it seemed to him that he was the first who got in the middle of the border, like on a check strips there, and he goes through it and along its not cross ... he is the one in Columbus measurements of the human mind to tread on soft clouds at random boundaries of life and death ..... It was a country ... dreamland ... consciousness. Where more like death than life ...


June 1996
July 2011
Krasnoyarsk, Krasnoyarsk Khatanga