Treasure of the tower

– We go for breakfast; there will be announced tours and schedules.

Hearing this, Misha, said:

“Katya, I’ll ask you, go yourself, then you’ll tell me.” I have not gone to the bathroom yet and have not cleaned myself up and besides, I do not feel like eating breakfast. When you come with the dining room you will tell us where we are rushing to the group today.

– Well, all right, sleepyhead. But, that was ready. I went. – The girl quickly left the bedroom and already heard the lockable key of the room.

Misha instantly jumped out of bed. In the bathroom, washed with water, my eyes returned to the bedroom. On the tank top he put on a belt with ingots and climbed into his trousers and put on a white shirt. He turned in front of the mirror. The belt with ingots is not visible through the fabric of the shirt, which calmed him, unless, of course, look closely. Wearing a jacket on top, now even with the inspection to the touch it was impossible to detect a contraband belt under the shirt. Finally calmed down, he decided not to wait for Katya in the room, but to go down to the dining room. But Katya has already appeared, and from the threshold she began to call him:

– Misha go faster – seeing that he is already dressed, – and I thought you were still in bed, sleepyhead. We go all together to the Zurich Museum of Art, or what’s it called? We are already waiting.

– Kunsthaus, called. On the street Heimplatz 1. – Refined Misha.

Young people quickly escaped from the second floor to the minibus waiting for them, assigned to this tourist group. Sitting in the cabin of the bus, Katya said, turning to Misha:

– After the museum, we all have free time. Who will scatter. Some older couples agreed to be taken to a hotel. They will leave on this bus, and we’ll take a walk again. You’re glad, really, great! The girl said enthusiastically. Misha nodded her head approvingly in agreement…

The Kunsthaus Museum represented paintings by famous artists and photographs of famous Swiss photographers, representing landscape and architectural views, portrait compositions. After wandering around the museum, Misha said:

– Katya, I want to go to the toilet, just do not find a place.

“Why did not you go to the hotel, fool, eh?” – Said Katya restlessly.

– You, so quickly ran, that I did not have time, forgot to go. – Justified Misha.

– Well, run. Oh, you do not know where this place is?

Misha, pretending to run to the toilet, turned to her, and said:

“Katya, I’ll find out from the museum attendant.” Here it is not a problem. While you take my Smartphone, I’m afraid, no matter how I fall into the toilet from the back pocket.

– Yes, put it in the jacket pocket, breastplate. – Katya advised.

– I’m used to having the phone in the back right, it’s so convenient for me. Take it.

– Come on. – Katya took the Smartphone.

This trick with the Smartphone Misha specially came up, so as not to find himself and you can refer to the fact that he did not have a phone, and he could not determine where he is.

“If anything, I’ll be waiting for you at the bus.”

– Yes, go already, talker.

Misha walked quickly to the office of the museum and asked to tell where the toilet was. The woman explained to him in German, so that Misha had enough school verbal stock of German for this, and he rushed to the first floor. Now the only problem left was to pass unnoticed past the bus driver. But their assigned bus was standing on a specially designated parking lot, and this was not a problem. Misha, looking around, determined the direction of the movement to the bank, which he had found on the Internet in Nevyansk and had chosen to withdraw bullion and issue a credit card to the bearer. Back in Nevyansk, I studied the route to “HSBC Private Bank” on the map and walked to the side of the street where the bank was located…

In the reception window of the Russian section of “HSBC Private Bank”, a pretty girl sat and smiled, with a slight accent asked:

– Do you apply to the bank, on what issue?

“First of all, hello.” Secondly, our family received a legacy from my great-grandfather, when in Russia there was a king. And all this time, gold was lying at our house. We were afraid to implement it, for known historical reasons. So I brought the bullion here.

“You have proof that the gold bars belong to you, and do not belong to the ingots of other countries or ingots to the Soviet or post-revolutionary period.”

– Oh yeah. On the ingots there is an old brand that can not be forged for a simple reason, only by casting into a mold with this abbreviation; it is possible to get such a stigma on an ingot.

“Well, if that’s the case, then I’ll invite an expert on gold, he will receive you.” Wait at the reception. – The girl got up from her seat and left the reception room.

Misha sat down on a free armchair in the lobby of the bank, waited.

“Marina, you have not visited the laboratory for a long time. – Looking up from the microscope, an expert came up to meet the girl who entered the room in a white dressing gown.

“Mark, a young man came to me with a proposal of gold bars.” He said that this gold was given to his family from his great-grandfather, and that he has no proof to this except for the old stamp on the ingot itself.

“Ah, what does he want?”

“Well, if he’s in the bank, then he wants to surrender this gold.”

– For money, or exchange for copper coins?

“Mark, go to hell!”

“Marina, where is he?”

– Sits in the foyer, in the armchair.

“Ah, yes, I see.” Do you want to see it?

“Well, no, Mark. Come here, invite me here and then figure out what is there for the ingots. If he is telling the truth, we will take the ingot at the set price and issue him a bank card with our Swiss francs to bearer. If this gold has the brand of famous manufacturers after the revolutionary period in Russia, then the police will deal with it further. Marina turned and proudly left the laboratory.

Mark took off his robe, put on his uniform jacket on a white shirt, straightened his tie and went out into the foyer of the reception hall of HSBC Private Bank.

– Guten Tag! Ich bin ein Experte, mein Name ist Mark! Komm mit mir, werden wir Sie Gold nehmen. – “Good afternoon, I’m an expert, my name is Mark! Come with me, we’ll take your gold.”

– Mein Name ist Michael.

– Ich frage Michael! – “Please, Michael!” – Mark gestured to Misha, opening the door to him, and led him to the bank’s laboratory.

Misha was surprised to see a lot of different equipment and a large electron microscope, in which you can see even the atoms of metal. A monitor with a screen on which the reception foyer could be seen, a table lined with chemicals and a hood over the table.

Mark invited Misha to sit in a chair by the table, then sat down himself and, looking at him, said:

“Well, young man, give your gold.”

“I have to take it off myself.”

– You are welcome. – Courtesy of Mark.

Misha took off his jacket, unbuttoned a few buttons on his shirt and took off his belt. Then, one after another, he took three ingots out of the pockets of his belt. Mark’s eyes lit up at the sight of gold. The face became serious; he immediately on the computer began to rummage in the database, looking for the abbreviation of the stamps of ingots. After a while, he said:

– There is no such mark within the foreseeable three hundred years before our time with you. It seems that these ingots were made even then and they belong to your family. – Mark began to carefully examine the surface under a microscope.

– Yes, this is ancient gold and contains the highest sample. Judging by the casting, it differs in weight not significantly. In those days, when ingots were cast, the weight could withstand these limits. We will accept your gold. – With these words, Mark dialed Marina on the internal phone and invited her to the laboratory. Soon Marina invited Misha to go with her, to receive and evaluate the gold bars. Thirty minutes later, Misha left the bank with a credit card issued by HSBC Private Bank. On his card, issued by the bank to the bearer, the amount of 41,760 Swiss francs was credited. He arrived at the hotel at two o’clock in the afternoon. In his room, he saw tear-stained Katya, who rushed to his neck. She began to kiss, sobbing, and smearing his cheeks with mascara.

“Where did you wander, you fool?” I no longer knew what to think.

– I’m lost. Now I will never give away my Smartphone. In this museum the devil’s head will break, so many rooms, a labyrinth of some kind. “Misha was happy in double. Gold has him Accepted, and now how to transfer the rest of the amount, already here in Switzerland he racked his brains and built all kinds of plans…

Chapter – 14.

Orth, looked at the chronicle of the reign of Cleopatra in the Shambhala repository, and did not cease to be surprised at how much the unfortunate woman had to maneuver in order to retain power and not give Egypt to Rome, falling under the full rule of the Roman Republic as an ordinary province. He thanked the fate that the real Cleopatra remained alive and that it did not have to be replaced by Onisia. With every information he read from the pages of the reign of the queen, he sighed with relief and rejoiced at the fact that Onisia was waiting for him in the Paradise, which he was already accustomed to calling his own name. Unexpectedly, Orth received a telepathic challenge:

“Greetings, Captain, this is Theo.”

– “I, all attention, your supremacy!”

“You are on duty, for you a new task.” For instructions, I ask you to visit my residence in Eden!

– “Yes, your supremacy!” – Orth finished telepathic communication with the curator. Folding the scrolls of manuscripts with the Sanskrit script of symbols, he thought that after all the curator reminded him of his duties, stressing that he was in the service. Hence, something serious has happened that requires the intervention of his experience and preparation. Having combined the scrolls of biographers, the last pharaoh of Egypt, Cleopatra VII, he left the repository of original manuscripts.

On the grass, neatly trimmed robots gardeners, he was already waiting for the flying disk. The robot turned on the navigation of the traffic when Ort sat in the chair. The disk flew noiselessly, and in an instant melted in the blue haze of the inner atmosphere of the planet.

The two-story mansion of Theo’s residence stood surrounded by pine trees interspersed with evergreen tropical vegetation, which somehow does not belong to the surface vegetation of forests that grow on the outside of the land. From this around stood a fragrance, infused with all kinds of smells, invigorating the whole being of the captain. And at that moment there was a feeling of flight. It seemed that all the muscles of the body harmoniously harmonized with the upbeat mood of youth and strength.

On the steps of the porch he ran up with a springy gait, entered the corridor, where two elevators blinked with traffic lights. Ort waited for the elevator to come up and a robot came out of the opening doors, kindly inviting me to enter. Orth did not cease to marvel at these robots, so similar to people. There on the Phaeton, in those distant times when his planet was flourishing, there were no such robots. And those many millions of years that kept his intellect sharpened in a memory chip, were forever erased from being. And for these times, the progress and progress of human genius has progressed, so that it became possible to build the car so reliably, an exact copy of a man deprived of all the human intelligence, capable only of executing the commands put into the command block of memory. Meanwhile, the elevator stopped on the thirtieth floor deep below the ground. Orth stepped out into the pink-glowed space that emanated from the corridor walls. Soft light was everywhere; it was difficult to make out where it came from, and what illuminates the space around.

“These are the all-pervasive pink photons generated by the walls, they create a glow, similar to that which displays the northern lights that penetrate the surface of the earth from our world.” Theo said, reading Orth’s thoughts. In turn, Orth thought: “This is the answer to why our world can not have wars and envy that sizzles all life, only because all ideas of this kind are read as a transparent book.”

“Yes, captain, you are right when everyone knows about everyone and reads each other’s thoughts, what kind of war can there be?”

At the door, shining gold, with a sparkling inscription: “HER SURFACE CURATOR SOLAR SYSTEM,” Orth stopped. The doors of the wide doors parted, and The captain went into the study. At the table, Theo was sitting with long gray locks of hair reaching down to his shoulders, covered in a white tunic with an unmistakable fastening brooch. A huge round brilliant sparkled in the middle of the golden star of the brooch, to the right at the chest level. Orta knew the purpose of this teleportation diamond. Large and attentive gray eyes looked inquiringly at Orta.

– Your supremacy, according to your order has arrived! Orth said militarily.

“Come in, Captain, sit down.” Theo pointed to the chair on his desk.

– On the surface of the earth in Russia appeared a very active and young king. He needs help.

– What is required of me, your supremacy? The captain asked readily.

“Listen to me first.” Then you will express your views.

The captain prepared to listen attentively to the curator of the Solar System.

– The preservation and development of society, which is led by Peter the Great, directly depends on military power. And he got the kingdom dark and weak. He now went with the great embassy in Europe to gain experience in the construction of ships and weapons. For the power of the army, which he creates, they need their master’s gunsmiths and factories for smelting metal for these purposes. In the Urals, rich mines were found, and in the same city, mastermind Nikita Demidov works in one of the cities. Peter the First personally orders him the manufacture of guns and pistols. The master of this high class in his work for his time, but his children can not cope with the training in weapons. Nikita sends her son Akinfiya by royal decree to Saxony to gain knowledge of the smelting of metals and skills from German masters of ore smelting. This industry is of paramount importance for the tsar, because the viability of the state and its survival depend on it. Your task now is to take custody of the young Akinfiy Davydov, on which the development of the metallurgical industry of the Russian state will depend.

– But, I, not a metallurgist, I’m not a gunsmith. Protested Ort. Theo smiled and said:

– Yes, here you will help him, guarding against accidents. Well, reading thoughts and instant grasp of material on the wisdoms of metallurgy will help Akinfiya and you, Ort. It may be necessary and replace it, posing as Akinfiya Davydova, for the preservation of the state it is extremely important. I want to wish you, Orth, success in this matter.

– I am not capable of such a kind of activity, to eliminate people.

– You, I misunderstood, it’s not our methods of work. – Theo parried. – I mean give him something in return in order that he does not go back to his homeland, and instead you will return. And you will live under his name and surname, having organized the metallurgical industry of the Urals. Theo probed his searching eye in Orth’s black eyes. The captain realized that he had been downcast by a proposal, from which he could not refuse. And he answered with firm confidence:

“I will try to help Davydov get knowledge for the development of the iron-making industry in his homeland, or I will arrange his life in Saxony, and I’ll go to Russia instead of him, posing as Akinfiya Davydov Nikitich.”

“Both of them will suit me, especially since you are very similar with him.” It will be an ideal option. And he will arrange me. Said Theo. – Your flying machine will always be with you in the invisible dimension of space. At any time, you can easily return, abandoning this venture. But something tells me that you, Orth your mission will like it. Moreover, you will get carried away. And you will, with great pleasure, carry out the duties assigned to you.

– Oh, your supremacy, you are, as always, right. But I’m more satisfied with the option that will allow Akinfiya to gain knowledge and then go to Russia than I am instead.

– For this you have, Ort has an aircraft and a knowledge store here in Shambhala. Yes, and technology of investing knowledge in the student, developed over billions of years by the developed civilizations of the Milky Way Galaxy. Go, go for it. I’ll let you know when to fly to Task, and Kshatr will conduct preliminary consultations with you and prepare you for the fulfillment of the mission…

Chapter – 15.

Peter I was still at the shipyards of Amsterdam, when Andrei Denisovich Vinius went to Germany with ten young men to train them from foreign craftsmen. Vinius wrote to Peter in detail about his request to send young men to study in Saxony, including the 20-year-old Akinfiya, the son of the weapons business of Master Nikita Demidov, whom he brought to Freiberg in the spring of 1698. Akinfiya Vinius attributed to Wolf, Martin Zimmerman, the famous smelting master who worked in the field of copper and silver smelting.

And the first Russian students will be sent to Freiberg in 1706, when the Mining Academy was established. The main specializations are mineralogy, geology, metallurgy, materials study…

When Vinius led to Zimmerman Demidov, he, having learned the purpose of his arrival, replied:

“Your Excellency, Andrei Denisovich, Peter the First, the tsar of All Russia, has decided on the construction of smelting plants in the Urals for making iron from the local magnetic ores. Local masters do it wrong and burn the ore. I will have to go to Russia in 1701, as you told me, that an envoy from your tsar will come for me. “Zimmerman’s words were skipped past his ears, Vinius said:

“You, Mr. Wolff, prepare this young man, the son of the famous armoire Nikita Demidov.” During these two years that he will comprehend the skill of mining and smelting, you will be paid from the royal treasury. I personally will see to it that the money arrives on time. The ambassador in Saxony from the Russian Empire will pay you a fee for training this young man. And yet take it for yourself to stay, provide food and lodging.

– Of course, if this is so important for Tsar Peter the Great, then I am ready to teach the young man and transfer the skill of melting not only iron but also copper ore. In our places, good copper ore, we also melted precious metals. I will teach him all this. And here we have a cabinet of minerals, where a rich collection of stones and kinds of various ores are collected. On occasion, he can there comprehend the external differences of iron and copper ores and learn a lot of interesting things.

“Well, that’s good, Mr. Zimmermann.” Allow me to bow out. Goodbye and you, Akinfiy, wish you a successful study in acquiring knowledge of ore and smelting.

Vinius approached Akinfiy, hugged him, and patted his shoulders.

“Thank you, Your Excellency, I will justify the king’s highest confidence and learn how to make iron for the Russian Empire.” – Highly answered the guy. Vinius gave him his hand to shake. Demidov squeezed the narrow hand of Andrei Denisovich, leaving an indelible impression of the iron grip of the blacksmith’s son’s handshake from childhood, accustomed to the blacksmith’s craft of his father Nikita Demidov. Vinius rubbed his right palm involuntarily with his left hand, softening the bruised fingers of his hand. Then he climbed onto the soft seat of the droshky, harnessed by two German stallions, and drove to Dresden to other young men to distribute them to the masterful manufactories of Saxony…

Wolf Martin looked thoughtfully at this tall and broad-shouldered guy, not in the age of an adult with a beard and strong hands that had not yet grown, without knowing how and with which to begin learning this delicate craft of smelting, which he managed to master in perfection only by the age of 40. Yes, and where to settle in his house. The grown-up daughter has a separate room, and he lives in his own. Again, take the daughter to her, move her bed, and put the student in the room Gretchen. Yes, there is no other way out. No, it was when my wife died, and the girl was still small. This, of course, is an inconvenience, but judging by the money that the king promised for studying this Russian guy, you can live with it. Zimmermann So he decided, let it be better to live with me in one room. And now, when the smelting of silver is not yet ripe, he must finish the work already, and then take him to his home. While the silver smelting furnace was warming up from the charcoal, Zimmerman always dined at that lunchtime. A beautiful and slender girl came up to him with a knot in the basket and, untying the white cloth, began to take lunch from the basket. Zimmermann motioned Akinfiya to him and said something to the student. But the guy did not understand, because he did not know the German language. The girl smiled with a snow-white smile Akinfiya and gestures began to invite him to join the meal.