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Gayar nodded this thought and asked:
– From where did you such undertake?
– From where undertook, there not any more – the messenger defiantly answered. – The boss invites you to a breakfast. You and girl.
– Conduct, time invites – Gayar offered a hand Dai. – Let's go.
The breakfast waited in the office building – there, as it turned out, occupied a part of the first floor small, on ten tables, cafe. "Boss" waited, sitting at a distant table at a window, and, hardly they entered, rose towards.
– Guy, is glad you to see.
– How many we did not see each other and the nachert we met. For all of you – Gayar.
– As you will tell. And here I will not take offense if you call me as before, Kai. If you please, present me to the charming companion.
Gayar looked askance on Dai. That, having noticed his look, for a moment lowered eyelashes. On cheeks the flush flashed: whether "charming" confused her, whether it seemed a jeer. Though the t-shirt, white in covering, and a graphitic-gray men's windbreaker quite to it went. At least, created interesting contrast. Moreover in combination with a lovely face and the dismissed golden curls.
Gayar caught himself on what frankly stares, mentally imposed with all words and translated a view of Kai.
– Kayler Otrelio. I do not know as far as to your services – grinned. And, having hesitated, presented the girl: – Dai.
– Just Dai? – Kai interrogatively raised eyebrows. – Do you have reasons to hide her surname?
– I do not know her surname itself. We, you see got acquainted with my charming companion practically just. Minutes for ten to the invitation to a breakfast.
– That is you …
– I took out the victim closer to "ambulance" – is sharper, than gathered, Gayar explained. – And not that you thought what you there to yourself imagined.
– In that case – Kai made a helpless gesture – I apologize, but will not wind off a time ago. However now, I see, everything is not so bad? The doctor is not necessary any more? Dai?
– It is not necessary – that rocked the head. Also added, having kept silent: – He will not save me from a heap of truancies. I now on classes have to sit, generally.
– What to do. Meanwhile I invite you to sit down with us and to have breakfast, and further … we will look?
– Let's look? – with cool politeness asked again Dai. – On what?
But Kai did not begin to specify. Instead pointed to a table:
– I ask you. Coffee, toasts, paste. If you want something else, only tell.
Seated. Kept silent.
There, at "Drive", had no time for to look narrowly and note changes, but now … After all, more than ten years did not see.
Kai Zamaterel. To a stupor it became similar to the grandfather. The same sharp lines, a mask of not broken through tranquility on a face and the concealed threat in a look. Also blew from it not as empty irascibility as in days of old, and thoroughness and shattering force. "And the fit successor turned out" – the thought which for some reason sounded by a dedovy voice flashed. "Well and it is fine, and I then what for?" – he objected this thought. And, not to fall finally into the most stupid dispute with itself and with own as the same grandfather used to say, "internal demons", asked sharply:
– Why I was necessary for you? Give to business.
– Without prefaces? All right. Come back to family, Guy.
– No – he answered instantly, even earlier, apparently, than brains were reached by all deep meaning of the offer. And even drove off from a table together with a chair. Instinctively. Legs of a chair passed on a floor with an unpleasant gnash. Gayar put hands on a breast, mentally having cursed himself: probably, notorious internal demons won, it is a little more in the same vein, and the fight will be provoked not by somebody, but he.
And here his look fell on Dai. The girl linked fingers in the lock and fixed the eyes on both equally unfriendly. Hungry it. Predatory. Even seemed that from three audience at this table the most dangerous – it.
– You what? – in a low voice Gayar asked.
CHAPTER 5. A poison pinch for breakfast?
– You what? – he asked with such look as if Dai had to snatch on food as a starving dog. And there anything could be added!
"Wake up – she could answer – we were kidnapped! You agreed that ahead of trouble! You to me suggested to look for the shelter and to hide if suddenly that! And how about potions, forgot, as it happens?"
She could tell how last year her girlfriend was given to drink the subordinating privorotka, and only by miracle it was succeeded to correct everything in time. And how many then dreadful stories about the subordinating potions and rituals the new rector ponarasskazyvat! "New-old" as joked at school: now the master Korchev was a ghost, but during lifetime it also founded their school.
And not just like that ponarasskazyvat, and even entered a new course – "personal protection" where there was much and how to define harmful effects and as to be protected from them. Here just now anything could not define Dai. And for such situations the master Demetrio Corchev advised one: it is better to remain hungry, than to fill a stomach and to hvatanut at the same time some dirty trick.
A lot of things she could tell, but Kayler Otrelio seemed too dangerous to such talk. Therefore Dai swallowed and answered the truth too, but another:
– I wait when you have a good long talk. Also you will be so incredibly kind to return me from where took.
– And therefore you eat nothing? Or you are afraid that I will poison? – Kayler was too acute. Dai tarried with the answer: somehow nothing came to mind, except absolutely improper "yes, I am afraid". And it, having grinned, poured to itself coffee, smeared to a toast with paste. Defiantly bit off, chewed, washed down.
– Perhaps you accepted antidote in advance! – blurted out Dai. Would be not present to keep silent! Probably, brains shrank from hunger, she abused herself, but was late. Kayler burst out laughing, and Gayar is worse than that, too! Traitor!
– Dai … – Gayar, otsmeyavshis, took a toast too, densely smeared with paste, also the tomato slice from salad from above put. – Eat. If he wanted to poison someone from us, he had for this purpose all night. Though to poison though to damn though it is banal to kill.
– You, on the contrary, are necessary to me in absolutely sensible mind – Kayler added.
– I? – was surprised Dai. – What for?
– Not you are personally. Guy. But he will be enraged if something bad happens to you.
– Gayar. Do you have problems with memory?
– Gayar – still laughing, Kayler agreed. – Also you know that? I am glad if you are really concerned only by a name. Means, there are no other basic objections.
– Is – Gayar grew dark. – The same that … how many, eleven years ago?
– Nearly twelve. That is you did not grow wiser for these years? Forgive, I do not trust. Even I grew wise.
Watched Dai how they, altercating as if squabblers on the common kitchen, kneaded toasts … looked, looked – and did not sustain. After all, Gayar is right, since yesterday evening with it anything could be made, but not made. The only really annoying trouble – she did not remember at all that she happened in " Sladky Drive". But here definitely not from these two to ask. Perhaps Roman will tell when it returns?
Novel … For some reason, once you thought of it, broke whisky whether and in that unknown part of soul, reason where its gift lived, unpleasantly zazudet. As if a nail on zaskrebla glass. As though with it, all yesterday's troubles and problems also were connected with the guy whom she loved just. But it not so? He now for certain worries. Looks for it. And she here … has coffee!
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