Edgars Auziņš
Do not guess on love

CHAPTER 1. Hello, I am your security guard!

– Hey, a curly, wake up. How many it is possible to sleep sluggishly and immoderately?

The male voice and delicate potryakhivaniye for a shoulder were interwoven into a dream quite logically: there, in a dream, Dai fell asleep for lectures of professor Lanir, and it was the full, most absolute nightmare! Because for the slightest neglect to the favourite spontaneous and weather magic it at examinations will shake out all soul.

Dai involved air in convulsive attempt not to yawn, not to wake up. Instead of dim any, dead air of audience the brain was captivated by smells. Sharp, bitterish aroma of men's fragrance, magnificent sweet of the blossoming acacia, iodide freshness of the close sea. So impossible at a lecture, especially in their halls that she understood: it is a dream; was surprised: it is necessary, never earlier smells dreamed! – calmed down, turned over on other side and was adjusted to sleep farther.

But now the person was tickled by a breeze, forcing to wrinkle a nose, and the sleepy silence was broken by the far, but quite heard melody of a popular hit. Only a melody, was not to sort words, and Dai remembered only a refrain: "Do not guess, the darling, do not guess, beautiful, never guess to me on love". Persuasive and too clinging for personal why immediately there was a wish to rise, find where plays and to switch off. It is desirable forever.

Yes, it is silly. Yes, it is impracticable. But worked not worse than the alarm clock, immediately the remains of a dream ran away.

And smells did not get to anywhere.

It is more than that! Now Dai distinctly heard others breath row. That is absolutely be near! Literally over an ear!

"Jumped in a jump" – it after all was not about it, but the village of Deya is very quick. And even more quickly earned the woken-up brain, estimating a situation.

Bed. Wide, double. It in this bed – glory to all gods, not absolutely naked, but! Only in shorts and an undershirt. And in a blanket which almost absolutely slipped only covers knees. To be wrapped back! Uf … further?

Man. In a bed be near it! Dressed. That is not that absolutely dressed, but also not so naked, as it. In light sports trousers and a t-shirt. And even in socks. White. Ideally clean.

Perhaps after all it dreams it? Well it is unreal!

Room. Unfamiliar. Small. A bed, a case, a fleecy green polovichok between a case and a bed, a window. Open. The easy breeze kolysht an openwork tulle curtain. Smells of the sea, the blossoming acacia and very pleasant bitterish cologne – from the man.

All it seems very real. Both smells, and wind, and a persuasive song about love for the fortuneteller, and even if to listen, a far, but distinct roar of a surf.

From Ereby to the next sea – almost day by train!

Dai strong blinked and pinched herself for a wrist.

Painfully.

Opened eyes. The same, the same. She on a bed, the man rolls nearby and looks at it with research interest. Nice, by the way, man. Such … not as guys are nice, thin-ringing, spit – you will overcome, and zamaterevshiya, perhaps. Years, perhaps, to thirty. Strong, muscles distinct, and there was a wish to poke a finger in them. Dark hair, beautiful eyebrows, it is clean-shaven. Straight nose, chin square. And eyelashes … eyelashes fluffy, dense, any little girl will die of envy. And eyes dark, deep.

Dai swallowed, again blinked and even blinked. Did not help.

Room, smells, open window, surf roar. Unfamiliar nice man. Looks at it. And such feeling that even holds apart it with curiosity – that she will tell!

– You who? And where we?! And how I the hell here came to be?! Where my clothes, who undressed me why I do not remember anything?!!

– Tsh-sh-sh, quietly. Give without hysterics.

Yes as here without hysterics?! From Dai's indignation slightly did not choke with air, and the man quietly began to answer.

– Not I undressed, do not worry. The doctor examined you. Woman, just in case.

– Why doctor? What is with me? – nothing suspicious, the demanding medical intervention, felt Dai. On the contrary. "Perfectly got enough sleep", here everything that she could tell about the health now.

– Everything is good, but could be and it is bad. After such failures anything happens.

About what failures he speaks, did not understand Dai, but decided that it not the most important now. It is clear, that this most "everyone" which "happens" remained only in the theory.

– All right, and you who such?

– Security guard of " Sladkogo Drive". That club in which you annealed last night if you do not remember.

– And I annealed?!

– And you think, there to each guest the bodyguard is put?

Dai frowned. She remembered nothing of that kind. Though … Lines and she remembered nothing at all! That is … in " Sladky Drive" she was invited by Roman, not for the first time, by the way – this very expensive club was its favourite place for dates. They had coffee – as always. The novel – with meat salad, it – with cakes. Too, as always. Danced. Here somewhere after the second dance in her memory the natural black hole was also found. Which came to an end with awakening in one bed with the stranger!

– You will tell – nervously asked Dai. – Then. At first – where we?

– Further according to the list of questions, understood – the man appeasably responded. His dark eyes frankly laughed. And it enraged! – We on some worn-out recreation facility on the seashore. How so quickly here came to be, I do not know. As well as you, in way were in an otklyuchka. Clothes in a case it is full, you will rummage, suitable has to be. All new, it seems. Your dress, unfortunately, was in so hopeless state that with it nothing could be made. Only do not panic! To you nobody made anything bad, just not any clothes are capable to endure extreme magic influences.

Even more mysteriously! Failure, extreme influences …

– And here one room? – suspiciously asked Dai. – That is, you, I'm sorry, did not find other place to lie down?

– Only if on a polovichka. Except these smart apartments in the house are available a corridor of the size of the doghouse, a bathroom combined and kitchen in which it is simpler to rearrange a table on a ceiling, than to squeeze for it as is. I will tell you honestly, I in such conditions and with surcharge did not begin to have a rest not that blood to give. No, I could go, of course, to other lodge, they, it seems, cost all empty. But you to throw one? Would wake up, nearby nobody where – it is unclear what occurs – even more unclear and what it could end with? Believe, nothing good.

What occurs … Good question! But directly this type obviously did not wish to answer it though Dai could argue that he knows much more, than speaks.

She got used to wake up from voices of roommates, from the bitter, invigorating aroma of coffee and the sunlight arresting attention – let soft in the morning, but was enough for her. She hated halls for these awakenings, too fast and noisy, preventing to be adjusted properly for the future day. The daily morning horror irritated even more constant crowd and absolute impossibility to retire. It is more than flashing of faces at which Dai tried not to peer too fixedly, and the continuous accidental touches which are not giving to its gift neither rest, nor rest.

In nearly three years of study – did not get used. Fortunately, this year was the last, and more – Dai very firmly promised it to herself! – any halls! And any crowds.

But now …

But this!.

Return halls, swine!

CHAPTER 2. Evening kind does not happen

So capitally Gayar did not butt in yet. On service when it was necessary to clash also with banal loonies and murderers, and with aristocrats, impudent from permissiveness, and with the sorcerers who drove off in the delusioned. Later, when settled in " Sladky Drive", fondly believing that club for rich with coffee and dances – the place if not really quiet then decent.

A story with the little girl in itself smelled badly. Though if to think, nothing unusual – business through everyday.

This small curly with a naive face differed from the ordinary contingent. She to anybody did not make advances, did not try to remove the man more abruptly or more richly, was not paraded, did not look at other maidens a look of a hungry basilisk. Did not simper. It looked too simple and too real for the town where "gilded youth" – therefore hung out, probably, Gayar also noticed it. Came few times in a month with the same guy, had coffee, danced. Shone a clean and happy smile, without taking away a loving look from the tow-haired asshole giving it here.

And that came also without it. Often. Soon enough Gayar learned that here his daddy – too that still fruit in a peel works. One traded in entrance tickets and held the best places for "special" clients, the second enchanted the missing aristocrats and pretentious rich dolls. And chose such who needed entertainment for the evening, for the night, for couple of days – without continuation, without consequences.

it was a pity for a curly in love, but such is life. Gayar promised to open for people of an eye long ago on those in whom they are glad to be deceived. To sense will not be, only problems you will take.

But that the quiet lovely girl herself suddenly turned back problems?

No, at first everything went as usual. Coffee, some nonsense on half-tooth for nothing not to sup, dances. And then something between them occurred.

Gayar, so happened, just went by their table and snatched out edge of an ear of a word tow-haired:

– Do you understand that for any old family you nobody?

– You never said that from old family – the curly quietly answered.

– I also am not obliged.

Gayar braked as far as could, without drawing attention, but all the same did not hear that this asshole told further. At the wrong time music played, having muffled words. But the shriek of the little girl heard.

Turned back.

Also rushed to it. He identified the beginning of spontaneous magic failure at first sight – faced already. Delay now – and only gods know what will remain from this damned eatery, or perhaps and of several quarters around.

– Cretin! – roared on stiffened with stared the asshole. But that suddenly grinned foully and murmured:

– And the little fool is more valuable, than seemed.

And Gayar broke. Understanding clearly that after such feint to him here any more not to work – and it is even possible not to come for the last salary because will write off for a penalty – loaded to the bastard from left in a jaw. From left – because right, working, spun a protective dome for a curly. But also so it turned out not bad. With all the heart, what. The asshole and somersaulted with a chair together.

At the next tables jumped up, someone began to squeal with obvious pleasure – as, entertainment where as stronger dances! And the little girl as if did not see. For certain at all noticed nothing around. Lips were only silently moved and sparks in the bristled fair hair crackled, and the intangible whirlwind twisted around. Not air, no. Stikhiynitsey the little girl was not, and Gayar could not tell a descent, to good it or to a trouble. Because the net force, dangerous, violent, unpredictable flew from it. If not to calm – everything will carry, and itself not the fact that it is alive will remain.

Stepped to it, having torn through force cocoon, as through viscous pitch. Embraced. Any resonance, of course, to catch it would not turn out – where there, racing all right! But to smooth splashes, to smoothly take away superfluous, to stabilize … And usual human heat – helps.

To them the manager on duty already rushed, and Gayar shouted to him:

– Announce evacuation! At a magichka failure!

And immediately whispered on an ear incoherent, without pondering, without being at loss for words as whisper to the sobbing child:

– More quietly, more quietly, everything is good. Calm down, do not roar.

Though it also did not roar. Yes what, would sob better and writhed in hysterics, than here so. More safely.

It is clear, what was to it not before vanity around. Overheard bustle, voices, it seems, there were even clever men – began to be indignant spoiled in the evening and to demand compensation. But gradually everything abated around. Only the magic whirlwind did not wish to calm down. Strong hit the little girl. It was necessary to hope that his words about failure and evacuation were enough that guessed to call the magic ambulance. Otherwise …

To finish thinking that "differently", Gayar was not in time. Nearby there was Vestaliya Velb, the hostess of an institution. Also declared to a descent:

– From it took away hands.

– To you bothered to live? – Gayar snapped. – Do you want to leave beautifully, having left behind a heap of ruins? At the girl failure.

One and all her subordinates hated this bitchy lady of fifty three years old who endured three husbands and leading the only son in a string. Reconciled with her only that it personally was declared extremely seldom. Preferred to direct through the managing director. But was able to appear at the most improper moments for bossy presence so Gayar was not even surprised. Only podosadovat: devils brought right now! On the other hand, if problems began, then most often there are they a strip of which it seems still get out. So – all one to one.

– I will deal with its failure – in the promise which was heard with ice tranquility the anticipation for some reason seemed. And the following words completely explained it: – As future hostess and the patroness of this young hysterical talent. Has to be happy that to it the attention was paid! – added contemptuously.

– I would not be delighted – Gayar hemmed in a low voice. Picked up a curly on hands and went to an exit. If not only the love gap, but also news about "the hostess and the patroness" became the reason of failure, it is worth moving away the girl from here far away. Here will recover, then let and solves, to agree or to send to hell "benefactor".

Here only, having hardly stepped on the street, faced those whom did not expect here in any way to meet. And definitely did not wish a meeting during that instant when hands are occupied by almost unconscious girl, and the crowd around excited!

– Good evening, the brother – sounded absolutely humiliating, despite a good-natured smile, a greeting.

And immediately departed to a face several oglushalok at once.

And regained consciousness already here, with the cracking head and with peacefully snuffling curly near by.

Situation – decent words you will also not retell!

CHAPTER 3. Let's get acquainted?

– Do you have a head as, does not hurt?

Dai still sat, having wrapped in a blanket, and to it had no time for to think of the sore head. Strained much more pressing problems. To put on, for example. To clean teeth. To visit a bathroom, eventually!

And then – to understand that happened why instead of memory a black hole where brought it and how from here to be chosen.

– Hurts – answered gloomy. – From questions. Leave, and? I want to put on.

The man left immediately, and earned by it a couple of pluses. Because if it is honest, its too close presence strained. Not that the scarecrow, but caused healthy concerns. But, looking at the door closed behind it, Dai decided that, perhaps, not so everything is terrible.

Clothes in a case it appeared not so not "fully", and it is very poor. And absolutely anything on its taste. Sports trousers on an elastic band, t-shirts, light jackets windbreakers. And, above all – why it has to use something others instead of the dress?! It is unpleasant … Though new all, it seems. Linen and socks and without anything is "similar" – in factory packing. And rubber slippers without heel, probably, that it was simpler to guess the size. It what turns out, to her sandals too the end came? Dai sadly lowered a view of naked legs and began to select trousers for the size. And what to do? But it it did not add good mood.

Toothbrushes and towels were new too, and on it good ended. Because almost sterile purity of tiny kitchen extended also to empty cases, and to the switched-off fridge. Food crumbs!

– I do not know who brought me here and why, but I do not want to remain here – resolutely declared Dai, having understood that it is possible not to hope for a breakfast and coffee. It is a pity that nobody heard, and from a talk "with itself" ever and nothing changed for the better yet. And Dai went to look for the … Whom? Security guard? Companion in misfortune? It would be quite good to find out.

Long it was not necessary to look for: that sat on the top step of a low porch. Turned back on the opened door, slapped a palm with itself nearby:

– Sit down. Let's talk.

Did not begin to break Dai. Cela on a step, extended legs in slippers and asked:

– How will we get out? On classes it is necessary to me. And I want to eat. And in general …

The look opened wonderful from here – for vacationers. On the right and at the left – wooden lodges with porches, the blossoming beds, a swing, tables with shops directly on the street. Slightly farther – the sports ground surrounded with the blossoming acacias, summer movie theater, a scene. And further away in gleams between trees desperately blue sea is seen.

Beauty! But not when you need to be absolutely not here.

– And you do not want to deal with those who threw us here?

– And I can? – skeptically asked Dai.

– Who knows – the man philosophically answered. – You what in general you are able to do? Tell about yourself.

– I am able to do nothing – did not estimate Dai's question. Still what was not enough – to spread all the opportunities to the stranger from whom you do not know what to wait for! Which, maybe, here also brought you! For some unknown, but for certain the bad purposes.

– You do not trust – that hemmed. – Good fellow.

Kept silent as if waited that she will tell something. But what she could tell? "Yes, I do not trust"? What for?

Would like to trust Dai. Wanted this man to appear on its party. Because differently it definitely has no hope – to understand that occurs, to get out of this unclear and unpleasant situation. But to trust blindly – it is silly, and to make sure that he does not lie … as? The only way available to it – a clairvoyance gift, but if it came by order of! When it is necessary, but not when will take in head … and, the main thing, not it will take in head, and to whether the highest forces, whether the most this gift. The tutor Halbord assured that sooner or later the gift will be able to bridle Dai, but meanwhile it was only necessary to dream of control over it.

And the annoying – most often she saw what, at all! Concerned to her in any way in any way neither the gift, nor much more predictable fortune-telling to which Dei had a talent too could tell about its own future.

– Gayar – having been tired to wait, probably, so far she though will tell something, he told the name. – We will be familiar.

Dai turned the head, with some work having come off contemplation of acacias and the sea behind them. Caught a stare of dark eyes. Again envied fluffy eyelashes. To answer or not? On the one hand, there is nothing terrible in telling the name. With another – whatever one may do, but when you call someone by name and you allow to call by name yourself, it brings together. And to approach, even here so, in words, it was frightening.

And with the third – somehow it is necessary to call each other until they got stuck here together?

– Dai – she reluctantly responded.

– Do you study?

Well, she told: "on classes it is necessary".

– I study. For truancies I will definitely not be praised. Why we cannot just go and look for some transport? And it is even better than the closest police officers?

– Because I know the one who deafened me. To take away to devils and to throw without supervision – not its style. Ne-et, all this – it widely led a hand – strong locked cage. All exits are blocked, all communication lines are cut off, and that we woke up, already for certain reported. So will be soon.

– And what from you it is necessary to this mysterious villain? From us. It who?

"From us" … Sounded strange. Seemingly incorrectly: well what "we" if they never in eyes of each other saw before? What between them the general, except today's morning? Gayar knew the thief, so he was wanted to be kidnapped, truly? Could not present Dai that it suddenly too was necessary for someone. What for? To whom can it be interesting? The correct answer – to anybody.

But for some reason it here.

– R-rodstvennichek – Gayar spat out. – Former.

– I do not understand why to your former relative I? – did not stand Dai. Though actually there was a wish to ask why former. But such question could be … awkward? Or even worse. It is better not to stick a nose in others family squabbles. – By the way, and you to it what for?

The last question came suddenly, jumped on language, passing a brain, is unexpected for her. Just thought: unless business prior to others family squabbles has to be it? But for some reason suddenly tore a fever as if the handful of ice was thrust for a collar. Alarm. Fear. Wild, absolute confidence that Gayar is waited by fast troubles, and it – here it, with him nearby and to step aside it will not turn out.

Damned gift! But … really for the first time in life she received the hint from destiny not about someone others, and about own future?

CHAPTER 4. Warm related meeting

"Why to your relative I?" – the curly asked. Dai. Beautiful name. That to answer it, Gayar did not know. Why the girl was taken with him at the same time – as clear as day. He on hands carried her. A conclusion not just arises, and naprygivat and thrashes on a head. But how to tell it to it? Will imagine still, who knows, some nonsense.

Therefore Gayar used cunning – answered the second question as if the first and was not.

– Most it is interesting for what devil I suddenly was necessary. Nothing, will be – will explain.

Actually almost for certain knew – why. Indeed, what could be necessary for the brother applying for inheritance and domination, from very long time ago left family? But not to tell the foreign girl all family graters and troubles.

Dai became silent, clasped itself with hands.

– Froze?

– No.

– Then are you ok? – having asked, having kept silent. Too sharply it was closed. Normally spoke, and suddenly …

– It is disturbing – answered it is slightly heard. – Something unpleasant happens.

– Unpleasant – Gayar agreed. Though itself would be expressed much more strong. Did not want to frighten her only. That is to frighten even more. And so shivers.

Kept silent. Gayar habitually traced a situation, looked Dai afar, whether at the sea, whether at all in anywhere. But, surprising business, noticed the person going to them kind of not earlier, than Gayar. Started, whispered:

– … All right!

– I see – Gayar responded, having recorded a look of the unfamiliar guy. – You are able to put boards?

– What boards?

– From damnations. If the meeting goes not in the peaceful course, will be able to be covered?

She falteringly sighed.

– I do not know., It seems, I am able, but … At lessons, you understand?

– I understand – Gayar groped her hand. Ice fingers. Worries much stronger, than shows. – It is good what you understand.

– What?

– A difference – he hemmed. – Under a hand do not climb, find to yourself the shelter and, slightly that, hide. Understood?

– D-da …

– Inhale, exhale, smile.

– What for?!

– Not to be afraid – with a smile he answered and got up.

The guy stopped in five or six steps from them. Gayar frankly, defiantly considered him. From legs to the head. From the crushed running shoes and inexpensive baggy trousers to the jammed collar of a plaid shirt and long ago not a short-haired shaggy hair, chestnut in reddishness. The wide simple person with a scattering of freckles, gray eyes, red eyebrows … an impression poor. Here only, most likely, this impression was carefully and thoughtfully created. Just for those cases when it is necessary to belittle an image of family.

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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