Everything that exists now in our real world was once a great invention. Even a simple light bulb. But why don't we still live in that amazing, fantastic world that science fiction writers dreamed of a few decades ago?
In this context, the engineering genius Nikola Tesla is most often remembered. An outstanding inventor could advance the technological progress of our civilization for hundreds of years, but all his most ambitious projects were lost. There is a popular theory in certain circles that people at the top of the current social pyramid deliberately hinder progress and destroy revolutionary technologies that could be a miracle for the whole world, but thereby threatened their traditional business.
This is what Tesla really could have come up with, although it is commonly believed that these are just “fantasies”.
Death ray
Nikola Tesla claimed to have invented the "death ray" in the 1930s, which he called the Tele Force.
The device could generate an intense beam of energy and direct it to the desired point: "We can use this technology to destroy enemy warplanes, entire foreign armies, or anything else that you would like to destroy," Tesla wrote.
But the Death Ray was never built. Perhaps Tesla himself destroyed all the documents and sketches associated with him when he realized that with such weapons it would be too easy for individual countries to destroy each other.
Tesla's invention could "destroy everything within a radius of 322 kilometers ... This will make any country, large or small, impregnable for armies, aircraft and other means of attack."
Tesla said that this invention of his was repeatedly tried to be stolen. Unknown people burst into his office, rummaging through his documents. But the scientist hid everything so thoroughly that they failed to find something serious.
Tesla Oscillator
In 1898, Tesla claimed to have built and deployed a small oscillating device that nearly blew the entire building that housed his office and everything around it.
In other words, the device could simulate earthquakes. Realizing the destructive potential of his invention, Tesla destroyed the oscillator with a hammer and instructed his employees to keep quiet about the cause of the earthquake if anyone asked about it.
Some scientists believe that the US government continues to use Tesla's research at the HAARP facility in Alaska.
Free electricity for everyone
With the help of finance from JP Morgan, Tesla designed and built in 1901-1902 the Wardenclyffe Tower, a giant wireless wave transmission station in New York.
Morgan thought that the Wardenclyffe tower would be able to provide wireless communications throughout the world. But Tesla had other plans. He wanted to transmit electricity for free and provide the world with free radio communications. Tesla was going to use it to send messages, telephony and facsimile images even across the Atlantic Ocean to England and to ships on the high seas. Those. he claimed to have mastered all the technologies that did not actually appear until decades later.
And this tower somehow had to conduct electricity. They say that if the project worked, then anyone could receive electricity by simply sticking an anchor into the ground.
Unfortunately, free electricity is not profitable.
None of the industrialists and financiers, including Tesla's patrons, wanted revolutionary changes in the energy industry. A change that threatened the very existence of their business.
Imagine what the world would be like if society did not need oil and coal? Could then powers of the world to control everything?
JP Morgan refused to finance the changes. The project was abandoned in 1906 and never took off.
Tesla flying saucer
In 1911, Nikola Tesla told The New York Herald that he was working on an "anti-gravity flying machine": "My flying machine will have neither wings nor a propeller. Seeing it on the ground, you will never guess that it is an aircraft. However, he will be able to fly in any direction with complete safety, at a higher speed than any other, regardless of weather conditions, and ignoring the "holes in the air". He will be able to remain absolutely still in the air for a long time, even in strong winds. Its lifting force will not be affected by the delicate bird-like structure. It's all about the right mechanical action."
Tesla's flying saucer was powered by the free energy of the system, while all other things from the world of aviation and the automotive industry depended on oil and petroleum products.
His invention met the same fate as the free power transmission system.
Superfast Airships
Tesla promised that electric airships would carry passengers from New York to London in 3 hours, traveling at an altitude of about 13 kilometers above the ground.
He also envisioned that the airships would be able to draw energy directly from the atmosphere, and would not need to stop to refuel. Unmanned airships could even be used to transport passengers to a pre-selected destination. He was never given credit for this invention.
Many years have passed, and today we have drones that perform combat missions, supersonic aircraft that fly at amazing speeds, and spaceships that can fly around the Earth in the upper atmosphere.
By the way, some conspiracy theorists believe that the FBI stole all of Tesla's work, research and inventions after his death. They just took out all the documents from his house and office.
The second part of the article, which discusses the main aspects of containment of breakthrough and fuel-free technologies and secret control over the technological development of human civilization. Specific examples of closed technologies and organizations that are responsible for this are given.
Nikola Tesla was not the first inventor to invade the realm of infinite energy and the universe. But Tesla owns these words: To know the secrets of the universethink in terms of energy, frequency and vibration ". To a large extent, this physicist developed the technologies of his predecessor and contemporary John Keely, which excited the imagination of contemporaries in the second half of the 19th century. It should be noted that, being under the tutelage of the sinister J.P. Morgan, along with the ideas of giving humanity free energy Tesla also hatched projects for new weapons systems. The weapon was so terrible and destructive that, as Tesla naively hoped, the prospect of "burning helpless women, children, and civilians" would become a "deterrent" to their use in practice, even for "the most war-crazed politicians."
Hydrocarbon energy, along with an irresponsible, consumerist attitude towards the environment, has plunged the Earth into a biochemical catastrophe. Is there a way out of this impasse? The epigraph with Tesla's words (see the beginning of this part) suggests that yes. Returning to the topic of energy alternatives and the developments of Nikola Tesla (on the use of energy from the cosmic ether), three points should be noted.
1. Discoveries to which civilization has “ripened” are often made serially (almost simultaneously and in different countries). The fact that the existence of the ether was proved at the beginning of the 20th century today may not be known only by a person fixated on the “cave” energy and zombified by the theoretical lie spread by Albert Einstein.
2. The country that turns out to be a leader in the field of theoretical understanding and scientific and practical application of the ether theory will undoubtedly become a world leader in most new branches of knowledge and production and (in the conditions of the world) will make an incredible technological breakthrough.
3. However, in order to possess the energy of the ether, a person will need to have high morality and responsibility . By itself, the new energy will not give rise to a consumer brought up in the spirit of the biblical concept and having an appropriate worldview, neither humanity nor morality. He will perceive it as a kind of magic wand in the spirit of a remote control. But the world, controlled by the Global Predictor, who possesses ethereal weapons, will certainly face a global threat, the scale of which is difficult to imagine.
As you know, soon after the scandal with the descendant of the pirate Morgan, the media created a mythical image of N. Tesla, corresponding to the criterion of the "city madman". But in the second decade of the 20th century and later, Tesla was engaged not only in global energy issues, but in the development of weapons of the future. Here are excerpts and conclusions from Pavel Gorkovsky's detailed book "Forbidden Tesla»:
Of course, the State Department was interested in the drawings and models of weapons systems, which the physicist openly wrote about during his lifetime. After Tesla's death in January 1943, the Office of Strategic Services (the future CIA), the FBI, and the Office of Foreign Property Affairs took up his legacy, which had military significance as well. In 1893, Tesla fulfilled his dream and became an American citizen, so that half a century later, the seizure of his property was carried out under wartime conditions, in a simplified manner and without a court order.
Gorkovsky's book cites the words of Irving Jurow, a spokesman for the Office of Foreign Property. “... I was informed that Nikola Tesla had just died, who, according to some reports, invented the “death ray” - an important military device capable of destroying flying enemy aircraft by “projecting” the beam and creating “ energy field» causing planes to collapse. Moreover, it was believed that German agents were "hunting" for this invention and hatching plans for its production.
The group of government officials to seize the heritage of the inventor and scientist included a representative of the Office of Foreign Property Affairs, representatives of the Office of Naval Intelligence, military intelligence and two FBI agents. All the personal belongings of the deceased were seized from the Manhattan warehouse and from the hotels where he lived: the New Yorker, the St. Regis, the Waldorf Astoria, and the Governor Clinton. According to the list, 12 locked metal boxes, a steel box, 35 metal boxes, 5 kegs and 8 chests, a hotel bedside safe deposit box and many boxes of documents found in a Manhattan warehouse in rooms 5J and 5L were confiscated.
Nothing is known about the significance and further fate of the seized archive. Tesla's relatives have long been in a legal and diplomatic litigation with the US government, and, in the end, some of the heritage of the Serbian physicist returned to his homeland, becoming part of the museum exposition. Most likely, no one will know which calculations, drawings and prototypes have disappeared in the "reserves" of the special services and secret laboratories. In any case, until there are answers to questions about the physical principles and the ideological primary source of systems that today cause man-made hurricanes, tornadoes, droughts, floods, earthquakes, atmospheric disasters and other "natural anomalies".
One of the “victims” who escaped his fate was William Line(William Line) with elev. 7:55). He was engaged in top-secret developments for the US Air Force, and after his dismissal, he wrote the book "Aliens from the Pentagon" (1999), which contains a rich bibliography and diagrams of some of N. Tesla's devices. Like Bill Cooper and Michael Edward, Line claims that many UFOs are the product of military developments controlled by supra-government structures and based on secret technologies hidden from the public. Since then, he, according to him, has been hiding from assassins who are trying to kill him with a death ray.
Jess' assistants have collected information about the scientists who died while trying to tell the world about the monstrous developments based on the legacy of N. Tesla, starting from the day of his death. About 20 dossiers of people who died from rare diseases, heart attacks and accidents are shown. One of the ways in which the human body is affected, according to Line, is "spontaneous" combustion or "explosion from the inside" ( with elev. 12:42). It was with such a terrible death that the great-niece of N. Tesla died. ONPE expert and former NASA astronaut Brian O'Leary, after the death of two of his colleagues, he fled to Ecuador, where he died of a transient form of cancer. The author of publications on the topic of ONPE, T. Bearden, in one of the publications confirmed the fact of an attempt on his life using the Venus ECM device.
Watching video footage of experiments John Hutchison for directional energy transfer (elev. 20:26-22:05), Jesse Ventura draws attention to the fact that the unthinkably twisting and collapsing iron bar looks just like the steel beams on the site of the destroyed World Trade Center. In the course of the interview, Hutchison demonstrates his Gulf of Mexico Water Treatment Plant (Elev. 28:50); confirms (with 24:16) that approximately 12 directional energy contractors died untimely deaths; that the FBI stole his own work in 1991, but, nevertheless, in 2006, D. Rumsfeld and others "wanted [he] to work for them again, which [he] politely refused" (with otm. 25:46); at the same time he declares himself and his wife "crazy". He also clarifies that ONPE installations are capable of destroying whole continent(with mark 31:16) and mentions the likely use of ITPE in Iraq.
An explanation is required here. At one time, to the question of equipping the US Army with ONPE systems tried to answer(more precisely, hush up this topic) two officials from the Pentagon - US Secretary of Defense Donald Rumsfeld and General of the Committee of the Chiefs of Staff Richard Myers. From their answers (according to link with elev. 1:15) it follows that such work is actually underway. Rumsfeld also clarified that the situation sometimes requires the use of weapons that are under development - that is, they are sometimes tested in real combat conditions.
The existence of such installations is confirmed by retired US Army Colonel Michael Edward. And the former director of the program for the development of such systems at the Los Alamos National Laboratory, Colonel John Alexander adds(from note 3:08) that research on this topic is already underway many decades and we are talking about several ONPE systems. Washington Post journalist and former Pentagon analyst William Arkin(from 5:33 a.m.) clarified that a replacement is currently underway kinetic weapons systems for acoustic and energy.
The development budget for ONPE is about half a billion dollars (for microwave weapons it is about $200 million, for non-lethal systems (for example, 93 GHz microwaves) - another $50 million, and for secret projects - up to $200 million) . Arkin noticed, what The "victim" often does not even realize that she is being killed., since the impact of the weapon is not felt until some point.
What kind of “real combat conditions” was Rumsfeld talking about? The use of secret weapons by Americans in Iraq (in 2003) was the subject of a study by a group of documentarians with the help of Majida Algazali, leading soloist of the orchestra of Baghdad ( with elev. 1:35). Algazali showed the combat zones in the airport area, where weapons were used that burned individual parts of the body, leaving the rest unharmed ( charred eyeless skulls on intact bodies and reduction of bodies in size by 2-2.5 times). Subsequently, in such "test zones" the military for some reason cut off a meter-long layer of soil and replaced it with imported soil. This is also evidenced by ch. hill hospital surgeon ( near historic Babylon and about 100 km from Baghdad), Dr. Saad al Faluji(ibid., with mark 4:29).
A volunteer from Belgium also takes part in the plot, Geert van Murter. They list the external "peculiarities" seen in the 26 dead and injured on the bus from Hilla to the neighboring town. At the entrance to the checkpoint, the Americans ordered the bus driver to turn around and go back, and on the way back " the bus and passengers were affected in some way"(see photo of the bus above).
The surviving bus passengers could not name no manifestations of the impact itself(noise, explosions or bullets/shrapnel). Some people had a head missing, others had limbs, and still others had their insides turned outward. Ten surgeons of the hospital could not understand what could cause such a strange effect. No damaging elements were found in the bodies. Almost all the passengers died, and the Americans took their bodies into refrigerators. Nobody else saw them.
The CNN documentary also tells about radio frequency weapons - “ RF weapons» ( Radio Frequency Weapons) (1985). It notes that in this area of research Soviet Union ahead of the US by 3-5 years. The footage includes footage of a defector from the Soviet military-industrial complex named Larisa Vilenskaya. Some methods mentioned direct projection of images and thoughts into the minds of other people. Among the demonstrated devices there is also a N. Tesla coil ( with elev. 14:10). Areas of application are the impact on large groups of the population, the fight against terrorism and the conduct of special operations. I do not think that all the above guesses and statements refer to disinformation with the aim of "confusing and confusing the enemy", although I admit that some points are somewhat exaggerated.
I'll add one more thought. Conducting large-scale special operations using ONPE with a large number of victims on the territory of a foreign state is a risky undertaking, because. detection of the source of the attack by air defense systems and space reconnaissance and identification of its ownership would immediately become the basis for an international scandal and a retaliatory strike. This is probably why the "true masters of America" (supranational structures that fall under the concept of the shock periphery of the Global Predictor) decided test this weapon on your territory to have full control and information coverage.
The old "matryoshka" scheme was used. The first level of information is disinformation, the second is “false targets”, and only the third is the real essence of the events. And nine years later, according to the same scheme, an ecocidal blow was dealt to the teeming warm-water oasis of the Gulf of Mexico. And the consequences of this experiment and the biological megaterror attack are still obvious...
Continuation:
Shortly before his death, Tesla announced that he had invented something similar to the then widely discussed "death rays". Here is a quote:
"it becomes easily possible to blow up gunpowder and weapons stores by means of high-frequency currents induced in each particle of metal located at a distance of five to six miles or more",
“My invention requires large territories, but once used, it has the ability to destroy anything, people or vehicles, within a 200 mile radius. This weapon, so to speak, provides a wall of energy and, representing an insurmountable obstacle against any inflicted aggression”,
“My equipment can project particles, respectively, to large or microscopic sizes, making it possible to move over small areas over long distances millions of times more energy and than rays of any kind allow. An energy of many thousands of horsepower can thus be conveyed in a stream finer than a hair, which nothing can resist."
"Regarding the projection of wave energy and onto any particular area the globe... this can be done by my devices",
"the place on which it is required to carry out the impact can be calculated very close if the correct earth dimensions are taken",
"when I spoke about military operations in the future, I meant that they should be directly related to the use of electrical waves without the use of air engines or other weapons of destruction,"
"this is not a dream. Even now, wireless power plants could be built by which any area of the globe could be made uninhabitable without exposing the population of other parts to serious danger or inconvenience."
The New York Times wrote about this Tesla invention in 1915. The article says:
Nikola Tesla, the inventor, applied for a patent for the main components of the machine, the capabilities of which amaze the layman's imagination and evoke associations with Thor's lightning bolts, which punished those who caused the wrath of the gods ... Suffice it to say that the invention will be able to move in space at a speed of 300 miles per second, representing an unmanned ship without a propeller or wings, moved by electricity to any point on the globe with its destructive mission, whichever it is given.
“It is not yet the time,” Dr. Tesla said yesterday, “to discuss the details of this invention. It works on principles that promise the world a lot, but can also be used for warfare. But I repeat: now is not the time to talk about such things. Practically I'm talking about moving energy wirelessly and causing destruction from a distance.I've already built a wireless transmitter that makes this possible and described it in my technical papers.This includes my recent patent number 1119732. such a transmitter, we can send electrical energy in any quantity to any distance and apply it in a huge variety of areas - both for war and in the interests of peace.By universal acceptance of such a system, ideal conditions will be achieved for maintaining order and law, because then the energy needed to defend justice and freedoms will serve society, but at any time there may be used for attack or defense. Energy can be transferred not only for the purpose of destruction, but also for the protection of borders, by supplying or switching off this energy, and by replacing the functions that troops perform today.
In 1940, The New York Times again writes: Nikola Tesla, one of the greatest inventors, who celebrated his 84th birthday on July 10, declared to a journalist his readiness to reveal to the American government the secret of "teleforce", which can, in his words, to melt aircraft engines within a radius of 250 miles, so that the invisible Chinese Wall of Protection will surround the country from all sides ... This "telescience", he said, is built on a completely new physical principle, "which no one even dreamed of", different from the principles embodied in his inventions in the field of transmission of electricity and over long distances.
This new type of energy, and, according to Mr. Tesla, will operate through a beam with a diameter of one hundred millionth of a square centimeter and can be generated by special stations, the cost of construction of which will not exceed 2 million dollars, and the construction time will not exceed three months. Luch, he claims, uses four new inventions, two of which he has already tested. One is the method and apparatus used to produce rays and "other manifestations of energy" in open space without the need for a high vacuum; the second is the method and process of obtaining "great electrical force", the third is the method of increasing this force, and the fourth is a new method of producing "giant electrical repulsive force". It will be a kind of gun. The voltage that ensures the advance of the beam to its target, according to the inventor, will be increased to 50 million volts. With such tremendous tension, he said, microscopic electrical particles matter will be ejected like from a catapult to fulfill its mission of protective destruction.
He added that he had been working on this invention for many years and had recently made several improvements to it. But he took this secret with him to his grave.
Part Three Moscow Region Chapter Twenty-two Recruitment. Girl, grow up! Moscow. Central District. Bolshaya Molchanovka The apartment on Bolshaya Molchanovka was no different from the apartments of its time: high ceilings, ancient layout of rooms with uncomfortable ledges and unexpected niches. This apartment was more than convenient for covert work. And now, when Zhanna came here with the thought "Lord! Why do I need all this?", She went through a winding corridor, before getting into the living room, opened a double door, someone completely imperceptibly closed the front door with a lock, but this is Zhanna didn't even feel it. And how did she feel? All her attention was focused on the room she entered. There was a table in the center of the room. The round table, of old workmanship, was covered with green cloth with an embossed relief pattern. Above the table, on a long cord, hung a lamp, clearly an antique, with a blank shade, so that the light fell only on the table and the space adjacent to the table. The rest of the room was in semi-darkness. Jeanne saw a male figure not far from the tightly curtained window. But the person's face could not be seen. There was a chair by the table - in the singular. And on the green cloth there are two folders: one is blue, the second is red. There was also an ink pen, the most ordinary pen that schoolchildren used to write for a couple of rubles, by no means a Parker with a golden pen. The chair, apparently, was intended for Jeanne. She appreciated it, but was in no hurry to sit down. - Hello! Who you are? Can I see you? Jeanne's voice visibly trembled with excitement, she immediately scolded herself and tried to pull herself together. So far it's been disgusting. Hands did not hold themselves. “My name won't tell you anything. Have a seat. The voice turned out to be unexpectedly pleasant, calm, confident, so calm that Jeanne's excitement somehow, by itself, subsided. She, unexpectedly for herself, accepted the rules of the game, which were dictated to her by a stranger. He sounded about thirty-five to forty years old. For men at that age appearance Jeanne acted flawlessly. She carefully sat down on the edge of the chair, tried to sit down, then realized that there was no time for eternal games of coquetry and settled down on the chair in the most convenient way for herself. Then she noticed that on the table there was a small silver ashtray that had obviously been used, and next to it was a lighter. Someone knew well that Jeanne would not refuse to smoke a cigarette, especially when she was nervous. - Excuse me, can I smoke? - this phrase was given to Jeanne much easier. - Do not deny yourself. Zhanna pulled out a cigarette, clicked on the lighter, lit it, at first still nervously, but very quickly calmed down completely. And after she put out the cigarette butt, she asked in a completely calm and cold tone: - Excuse me, what is the purpose of our meeting? Pyotr Evgenievich Korchemny, and the person talking to Zhanna, as you guessed it, was exactly him, felt absolutely calm. He tested Zhanna and saw that she quickly adapted to the new situation. And she quickly took matters into her own hands. Yes, and her appearance, about which he had heard enough, even seen, in live communication turned out to make a very strong impression! - First I ask you, open the blue daddy. There is a document stating that you undertake not to tell anyone about our meeting. And about what you hear on it, even more so. Next to the pen. Sign up. And then we'll start talking. - Is it mandatory, even for ladies? - Zhanna let on a slightly playful tone, trying to probe the interlocutor's resistance to her feminine charms. The answer was cold and concise. Jeanne realized that there was nothing to flirt with in this situation and scolded herself for being stupid. - Necessarily. Then she opened the folder, looked at the stamp of the organization, what Zhanna's Office was, no doubt, she knew, but only when she saw this document, she realized that she had gotten herself into something really serious. My throat was suddenly dry and I wanted to smoke. She made an involuntary gesture, something like kneading a cigarette with two fingers before lighting it, an involuntary gesture, but not hiding from Korchemny. - Sign and you can smoke more. Zhanna nodded her head, signed the paper, threw a pack of cigarettes on the table, now she understood that the conversation was going to be nervous, and decided not to be shy. Having released the first puff of smoke, she slightly inclined her head, as if inviting the interlocutor to continue the conversation, and immediately heard. - Excuse me, this is pro forma, but everything you hear here is a state secret. I have to repeat this. As I must warn you, our conversation is being taped. Jeanne nodded slightly in response. - I must say that now I will acquaint you only with the general features of the case. It is so classified that you will only receive more detailed information if you have given your final consent. And one more thing: your decision should be made today. I can't give you more than half an hour to think. I hope this is understandable. Zhanna nodded in the affirmative, sensibly preferring not to open her mouth yet. - We brought a foreigner to the country. Delivered completely voluntarily. It is very necessary for our country. Cooperation with him is an important factor of state security. But he set a rather difficult condition for our cooperation. Jeanne raised her eyebrows, it seems that now the moment of truth will come, the moment for which she was invited here. - And that condition is you. This phrase had a completely deafening effect on Jeanne. - Excuse me, I did not understand how, what, in the sense, I? - she barely squeezed herself out. - You know, you need to make less films about sex and perestroika, and also pose for Playboy. Managed. Now it turned out that we can not replace you with an extra. Or rather, a statistic. You study at GITIS, who knows, you will shine in the role, then they will figure us out, and in such a delicate matter, deceit can be worth a lot. - Is this something from a series of nuclear espionage, oh, forgive me, fool ... - Therefore, we are forced to ask you to cooperate with us. And Korchemny fell silent. He didn't say anything about the benefits of working with them, after all, if it comes to trading, you can consider it in the bag. Bargaining means not ready to give up. - I just don't understand what "cooperation" means? Am I supposed to get into bed with a foreigner and pry some secrets out of him? - Well, you will not torture him, moreover, I think bed sketches will also bypass you. This man is of a very respectable, I would say even advanced, age. It is unlikely that sex is a priority in his life today. - Excuse me... - He needs family comfort in the last year or two, maximum three lives. In principle, our doctors more than a year do not give, the more we have no right to postpone the solution of this issue indefinitely. - Excuse me, what does "family comfort" mean? What if you still want something? I just need to understand specifically what may be required of me. - To begin with, we will formalize your official marriage. - But I'm married. Of course, the marriage is civil, but... - You don't live with your husband. Your mother-in-law kicked you out of the house. - You are well informed. - That's the job. - Good. Marriage. This is clear. What else? - Yet? You also have to play the role of an exemplary wife caring for a decrepit husband. And you will do it in the best possible way ... - Well, good. Suppose I agree, but how can I explain all this at the institute, like friends, how? - It's not your concern. First give a "yes" or "no" answer. Then we will tell you about the details. Yes, I completely forgot to tell you, forgive me for that. You know, before cooperation with our organization was so prestigious that there was no point in asking someone to help us. Some helped out of patriotism, some out of fear, some out of profit. These are difficult times. Difficult for everyone. But we have some possibilities. For example, we continue to cooperate with some producers who will not refuse to take on the role of our protégé. We do not guarantee you titles, success, creative ups, because success in your business is determined by talent and hard work. But to help reveal your talent is in our power. And some monetary compensation for special conditions You will definitely have a job. And so that you can be sure that not everything can be measured in money, let's talk about your ears ... At these words, Jeanne jumped as if stung. - Excuse me... I know that this is a painful topic for you. So, we are just starting to do such operations in several clinics - and not very successfully. Plastic in another country is more reliable, but too expensive. You know, I'm sure. But you don't know that we have our own specialists in this area, and our own small center in an inconspicuous town in the Moscow region. You agree - and we eliminate this small defect for you. Is free. - When? - Is that a positive answer? - When do you remove it? Can this be done BEFORE my debut in a new role? - Not. There is a possibility that our guest heard about your embarrassment at the beauty contest, newspapers, including foreign ones, wrote about it. But in a week you will be away for three days. This will be enough. Well, I give you half an hour to think? Jeanne nodded in response, took another cigarette and lit it greedily. She thought as long as a cigarette burned. Then with a decisive gesture she pushed the ashtray away and nodded her head: - Good! I agree. Tell me what I have to do, only be more specific, please, I'm tired of all this talk around the bush. - Excellent! There is a piece of paper in the red folder. Read and sign. Jeanne read it, raised her eyebrows, wanted to ask a question, but changed her mind, quickly scribbled somewhere at the very bottom of the piece of paper, raised her eyes to the interlocutor without a face. - Good. Then there are three copies of the same document. This is your clearance level. Sign up. Put everything in the blue folder. Further in the folder lies the dossier. It is small. And you will get to know him here. Thanks, I'll pick up the folder later. Don't read yet. Someone wants to talk to you. And then Jeanne realized that someone else had entered the room. He walked from behind her, but, for some reason, Zhanna was afraid to turn around. The man sat next to the one who had just spoken, apparently, there was another chair, covered with a veil of darkness. Unexpectedly, hearing the calm voice of an elderly, self-confident man, Zhanna calmed down. She realized that from that moment began for her new chapter her life. Chapter Twenty-Three What have you got me into? Moscow. Central District. Bolshaya Molchanovka - Hello, Zhanna Vitalievna. My name is Konstantin Lvovich. This will be enough for you. Your curator is Petr Evgenievich. You don't need to know us by sight. Your main contact with us will be Alexander Simonovich, you already know him a little. - Had such dubious pleasure. - Zhanna grimaced at the thought of Sasha, with his incomprehensible orientation. - This is just the best of all possible options, believe me. Now about the main thing. A photograph of an elderly man lay on the table. - His name is Dan Carpenter. I understand that the name means nothing to you. And what have you heard about such a scientist, Nikola Tesla? Zhanna picked up her lips, squeezed them into a sharp line, which most likely meant, well, questions. - You know, I still had to become an engineer. This is a famous inventor who lived at the very beginning of our century, if I'm not mistaken. - You're not wrong. He is the father of all modern electric power industry. And not only. He is known for many patents, his inventions are still used today. Many are considered irretrievably lost. This is known to everyone. Jeanne nodded her head. - And here is what very few people know. Nikola Tesla was the inventor of a very powerful weapon. Have you heard about the Tunguska meteorite? Well, it wasn't a meteorite. It was a test of an energy weapon. And Nikola Tesla tested it. Before the war in the USSR, there was a famous American scientist who worked in the Manhattan Project, Oppenheimer, he was visiting Beria himself, at his dacha. On Tesla's instructions, he told Beria about the testing of this weapon and, moreover, pointed out some artifacts that should have been found at the site of the Tunguska catastrophe. Things happened on the eve of the war. At that time, a group of leading physicists believed that in order to maintain peace, the leading opposing countries must have weapons so destructive in power that their very existence would cancel out the possibility of their use. - Containment of force by a potential threat? - That's it. But besides this weapon, Tesla offered several more types of weapons, including the original aircrafts similar to flying saucers. In addition, he developed beam weapons and something like energy shields that could cover entire cities or vast territories. - More like fantasy. - Alas, what Tesla did really looked like science fiction. However, he was not a theoretician. No formulas. Only drawings, drawings and applied calculations. So, Beria sent a secret expedition to Podkamennaya Tunguska. All afterfacts and phenomena described by Tesla were discovered. Was Tesla one of the scientists who wanted to stop the war? - Yes, it was also called the "conspiracy of physicists." In addition to Tesla, Niels Bohr, Albert Einstein, the same Oppenheimer participated in it. For example, Einstein's letter initiated the creation of the Manhattan Project in the United States. - And what about our grandfather, as you said, Dan Carpenter? How does he feel about all of this? - Dan Carpenter, by the way, his last name is translated as a carpenter, or tesla, in Ukrainian, for example, he was brought up in young age Nikola Tesla. He is fluent in Serbian, Russian and German. This is in addition to their native English. The fact of his disappearance, or rather, even the fact of his presence in the life of Nikola Tesla, is not without reason noted by the biographers of the great scientist. Immediately after the death of the great inventor, Dan disappeared without a trace. Some thought he knew too much. After all, the main secrets - the secrets of his weapons, Nikola Tesla took with him to the grave. - And we are interested in these secrets? - Very. You see, this is a breakthrough. It's no secret that our defense capability is declining catastrophically. The Americans no longer consider us as a superpower. It wouldn't be so bad, you know, Russia doesn't need superpower status. But the Americans believe that we will now dance to their tune. While we are protected by a nuclear shield. But very soon, we will find ourselves defenseless against an external threat. Delivery vehicles were developed and produced in Ukraine, now those who hate Russia are rushing to power there. Sooner or later, but we will be left without weapons, and Russia will simply be erased from the world map, and no one will regret it. If nothing changes drastically in the coming years, we will not be able to bear the consequences of this insanely painful decay. They simply do not consider us, they frankly spit on our opinion, we have already been written off as scrap! Tesla's research and his weapons would help us restore the parity of forces, would make our positions equal to the American ones. - What happened next? A new round of the arms race? Or the dictates of world domination? What are you looking for in these studies? We don't need his sword! We need his SHIELD! We need time to rebuild the economy, raise the country from ruins, create a new security system. After all, now we are one on one with a hostile world. More precisely, one against all. Dan will never agree to give us any of Nikola's offensive designs. But the drawings of the "shield" - it may very well be. You see, this is very important to us. It used to be important. In the fifty-eighth we went on his trail. He was under the control of the FBI, but in relative freedom, he was either treated or tortured in a psychiatric clinic in Maryland. You know, there are also psychiatric hospitals of a special profile, more like houses of torture. Dan Carpenter was in such an institution. He managed to contact one of our agents, those who were still working with US nuclear secrets. We sent a special forces team to carry out an operation to free him. This was to be the most daring operation of our Office in the United States. A week before the operation, Dan disappears again. He was transferred somewhere further, where, he did not know himself. The operation failed. And there was no more data on Dan Carpenter at all. - Interesting ... Excuse me, but are you sure that he is still in his mind? Maybe he doesn't know anything? Maybe, but it's worth the risk. You know, here the game is worth the candle - the candles are painfully fat ... - And now I have to court this person? - Better than a professional nurse. As a mother, daughter or as a wife, for example. - Tell me, is this person really that interesting? So valuable? - I think when you go through this little dossier, you will learn a lot more. Then you can appreciate how Tesla's research can change our world. And then you will understand that if we have the opportunity to take possession of them, then we cannot give the opportunity to take possession of this to someone else. And, lastly, you will be with him not only at home. There is an audition there. But on walks, in the forest, somewhere on rural streets, no one will listen. Try to remember everything. We will give you some technique, but technique is technique, and nothing can replace human memory. - It's clear ... to study again ... - You could still become a techie, so the technology itself asks for your hands. Good luck. The rest of the briefing is on the conscience of Peter Evgenievich. General Peredelkin (and it was undoubtedly him, as you have already guessed) got up and just as calmly and imperceptibly left the room. It became quiet. So much so that it seemed that if the fly began to rub its paws, then the sound of its friction would scatter with a loud creak to all corners of the room. Zhanna lifted her huge eyes, with difficulty tearing herself away from the folder with the dossier, looked at the faceless figure of Major Korchemny, and said with difficulty: - Tell me honestly, Pyotr ... Evgenievich ... what have you poisoned me, a poor woman, into? Chapter twenty-four House on the edge of the village Moscow region. Domodedovo district. Kolychevo Probably, I have never been so worried. Strange feeling. Had she been persuaded? I can't believe it... It seemed to me that she was such an eccentric little thing like this, she would never agree... I wonder what they took her with? Bribed? Quite ... It will be interesting. The further, the more interesting. I thought I would set unrealistic conditions and be left alone for a while. What if it's not her? Really! How do I know what she really looks like? Movie? Playboy session? But it was an amazing feeling to stumble upon this burning beauty. Immediately felt - a real bitch! I was sure of her intransigence. And yet, who knows if she or not? The car in which Mr. Dan Carpenter was traveling, accompanied by an operative, shook on a pothole, so that Dan was forced to break his thoughts and stare at the road for a moment. They had just left Moscow, the silhouettes of sleeping high-rise buildings had not yet melted in the distance, and the Russian landscape was already beginning along the road. Knowledgeable people they said that the Moscow region is one of the most beautiful places in Russia. Like it or not, Dan didn't know. He just had to check it out. And he hoped that he would get here, the Russians have much more freedom than at home. Here is a small forest, a power line went into the distance, crossed a small river, and there, quite, completely below the horizon, the outlines of some town are visible. And again the forest, and fog should creep over the river in the morning. It must be a wonderful sight. ABOUT! How many spectacles, beautiful and irreplaceable, I have already missed! How much has survived ... And why? Maybe then, in January 1990, it was necessary to finish everything? What for? Why did I dodge that car that was speeding down 12th? Didn't I understand that sooner or later, they would want to get rid of me? I still don't understand why they left me alone. Did they expect me to remember something? Or will I finally lead them to the hiding place? Well, the state can also be naive. Sometimes instead of cruelty, greed wakes up in them. In my case, it was the greed for knowledge. Strange world. Whoever owns the information owns the world. Because information can be turned into the most reliable weapon! Then Dan saw that they were approaching almost the very center of the village. More precisely, to beautiful place in this simple suburban settlement. The local church appeared before the eyes of the old man. She was abandoned. There was a warehouse here. But it was clear how five small domes proudly look into the sky, what heavenly beauty in this ancient building, covered with moss and grass. - Stop! I want to go out... Look... - Sorry, you can't. - the accompanying officer did not try to pretend that he could make any concessions, but, seeing the excitement of the old man, he explained: - Indeed, I'm sorry. For now, you can't hang out with us here. Then take a look. In the meantime .... Mishan, stand near the church, let him look ... The driver nodded his head and, indeed, slowed down near the church. The church was indeed in a terrible state. Chickens walked around her yard, heaps of rubbish here and there, some pits... The rickety fence of a small cemetery at the church, the skeleton of a dismantled bell tower. The impression is painful. Dan was watching this spectacle from the car, it seems, the center of the village, and now ... such a strange sight ... - Tell me, what is it? - This? - Well, yes, is it? How can the Temple of God be in such a state? Suddenly, the accompanying agent's smirk disappeared from the pleased face of a man who was aware of the scope of his powers. - You know, this is not a simple story. - In Russia, you don't have a simple story... It was one of those rare cases when Dan made a mistake in Russian colloquial speech. Most likely out of excitement. - This temple was built in the sixteenth century, and in the seventeenth it became stone. Here is one of the most beautiful temples of the Moscow region. Resurrection Church. After the revolution there was a warehouse, a club, even a store. The temple has now been taken over. Orthodox Church . I think it will be restored soon. - You think so? - I am sure about that. Maybe our church is not as rich as some of yours, Baptist, for example. But what will be restored, no one even doubts. - Why? - Because people still believe in God. Even in this church, even in the ruined one, even without icons, but secretly they came and prayed. So they will restore. Can you believe me... - What else? - Yes? - You had such a tsar... Ivan... Ivan the Terrible... - The Terrible... - Yes, Ivan the Terrible... and he had a priest, Fyodor Kolychev, this village and the church, they are somehow connected with the name of this priest? - Well, I'm shocked, you probably memorized our history. - No, but I read something, sure thing ... - So, the village belonged to his closest relatives. When Father Fyodor Kolychev became a metropolitan, in fact the head of the Russian Orthodox Church, few of his relatives survived. Well, then many owned the village. And the church at the patrimony (possession) of the Kolychevs was built, only wooden, and the stone one was already built in 1697, under Peter the Great. - Excuse me, how do you know so much? - So I'm from here, a local, one might say. We fought with the Kolychevskys more than once, especially at dances. So, whoever you hit in the face, you need to know ... - There is a purely professional approach. - Let's go, Mishan, go ahead! And they rushed along the poor road, stretching right through the whole village. Then we drove off to the countryside. The car was once again abandoned on some kind of pothole, the driver smiled wryly, probably thinking that I was not used to such roads. He doesn't know what kind of roads we have... No, they certainly don't exist... It shook twice more, they drove off into a country road, went almost across the field, the driver raced at a speed of twenty miles per hour, and no more. And even this speed seemed excessive to Dan. They found themselves in a small area where the country road made another turn, and then there was a quadrangular intersection. On one side of the intersection there was a slight rise, something like a hill with a rather unpleasant slope, while the other three quadrants were occupied by three houses, fenced with dilapidated picket fences. The agent who accompanied Dan Carpenter to a new place of residence, plump, smiling, covered in pimples on a fleshy nose, did not at all look like an agent, just like a good-natured rural intellectual who came to the capital on business, nothing more. He smiled broadly and a little, as it seemed to Dan, shyly, got out of the car, opened the door and said: - Here we are, Mr. Stolyarov. Dan shrugged and slowly began to get out of not the most comfortable car. According to the new documents, Dan became Denis Fedorovich Stolyarov. Why such a strange and unoriginal surname? I don’t know, but it was precisely such a phrase as “Hello, my name is Denis Fedorovich Stolyarov” that Dan pronounced unmistakably, and, practically, without an accent. - Come on, please! Dan went through the narrow gate, assessed the external strength of the gate, ready to collapse, smiled wryly. - Never mind. We'll put everything in order here. But only in such a way that it does not stand out too much from the neighbors. It's like this, outside. And inside everything is as it should be. We tried to conscience. Dan had been in Russia for almost a month and a half. He spent this time in a rather cramped room, which his new patrons called "quarantine". Dan understood that they were preparing a room for him, trying to fulfill all his conditions, so he did not rush too much, tried not to be intrusive, but firmly stood on the preservation of all the conditions of cooperation, full list which he presented on a small pleasure yacht in the middle of the Caribbean Sea. Moreover, it turned out to be a surprise that all its conditions were accepted. And for almost a month he was busy learning a new legend of his own life. Only Russian life. By new version of his life, Denis Fedorovich was born in the Baltic, in the ancient suburb of the city of Riga, which was now called nothing more than " Old city". The family of White Guard officers who settled in the city of Riga really existed. Only their last name was, of course, not the Stolyarovs. Denis Fedorovich took this name when he moved to the USSR, changed, so to speak, for ideological reasons. Stolyarov himself for a long time collaborated with the KGB, distinguished himself as a scout during the Great Patriotic War , then retired, and died almost fifteen years ago. But this story perfectly explained the slight accent of Denis Fedorovich, and his periodic mangling of simple Russian phrases. It was not so much cold as windy. Dan walked along the slightly soggy ground, felt the grass, which covered the entire surface of the yard with an even carpet, gently spring under his boots. The door of the house was new, with a complex system of locks. The Office employee accompanying Dan opened all the locks (three in total), entered the house, clicked on the security alarm panel, for some reason winked at the elderly man, then stepped back from the passage, as if inviting him into the house. I must say that during this trip, the mysterious employee-talker of the Office Dan began to get fed up. He was already so accustomed to simple communication with the same Mr. Brown, who, of course, was called Mr. Brown only during their joint trip. However, Mr. Brown himself was a man of few words, but the words that he spoke and the judgments were weighty, solid, such people aroused in Dan an involuntary respect. Probably because all his life he had to spin like an old fox, well, this also happens ... Not everyone walks in armor with open visors, someone needs to put on a mask to save his life. Here, in Russia, Mr. Brown became Pyotr Evgenyevich Korchemny, which did not surprise Dan at all. The house has been recently renovated. It felt like something out of place. No, everything was in place, everything that was required for life was there, but the house was uninhabited. There was no breath, a little disorder, a little comfort, which is called the "breath of life." Here, a strange feeling, and he wanted him to come home. In the meantime, he was given only a hotel room, although the room was luxurious, by their Russian standards. However, why want too much? What for? Let's not rush things. They are trying as hard as they can, but I cannot but appreciate these efforts. The house was neat, small, of the usual rural layout: two rooms, a large spacious entrance hall, from where a staircase led to an attic, which had previously served as a hayloft, with a porch under a spacious shed. This house was wooden, solid, with a large kitchen and a real old Russian stove. This kitchen room could have served as a living room, or so it seemed to Dan. - Tell me, is it? Isn't this a prop? Is this a real fireplace? - This is a real Russian stove, even with a stove bench - the escort answered with the same stupid grin. Firewood in the shed. You know, at first, when they did the repairs, they wanted to remove it, and then they decided to leave it - such a rarity. There is heating in itself, but if you want, you can also heat firewood. Firewood in the shed. There are not only such, there is also good firewood stacked, plum. If you want to make meat on the smoke, there are skewers for barbecue, and a brazier, a small one, but there are, in general, all the amenities ... - Excuse me, I think I understand ... Skewers are like swords? So? - In general, yes, I can show you if you want ... - Yes, of course, I want to, just one request? - Yes... - Well, I'm a little worried and start to say... bad... very bad... - Bad, very bad... - Yes, thanks, bad bad, very bad... - Yes, that's better. - Yes... I wanted to ask you... one request. - Yes, I'm listening... - I'll sketch a drawing... I don't need a sword, not a point, I need a grate, made of steel, stainless steel-wei-kha... So? - I understood. Hit it, let's do it. - Thank you very much. - Yes, not for anything, only it is better to say: "thank you, I am very grateful to you." - Gut. Understood. And Dan quickly sketched out a small drawing, and he did it so simply, quickly and clearly that the employee accompanying him only scratched his head: oh, this old man is not simple, oh, not simple! Watch how your fingers run, ahead of your thoughts, the drawing is ready in a minute. And they told me to look for signs of dementia, but then you yourself will be demented, and the old man - for nothing in the world. - All right, get settled. Where do you put your things, in the right room or in the left? Dan waved vaguely to the left. - Well, okay. Mishanya, drive to the left! Everyone, we're off. Happy to stay. Dan again waved his hand, so that they would just leave him alone. He was already completely in no mood to talk with this talkative type. And why do they keep such idiots in such an Office? Or the guy is not an idiot and is trying to piss me off so that I open up, no, it’s unlikely, of course, they will play the game, but so sophisticated, I won’t believe this. It seems to me that everything should be simpler here. And they keep their promises exactly as promised. The last remark related to a rocking chair made of large vines. Dan Carpenter's old dream. The dream of a person in whom for some reason such an armchair was associated with the concept of "home". And this house was where you could sit down so calmly, relax, and sway under the measured, barely audible creak of a tree. Inhale the scent of pine, which pervades this whole house, hear the floorboards creak under someone's steps.. . By the way, it was precisely because Dan associated the rocking chair with the house that there, on Brockton Avenue, in the small town of Abington, this chair was not there. And it wasn't because Dan couldn't afford to buy that chair, it wasn't that big of a deal, no, it was because Dan's soul couldn't afford it, he didn't feel that this house had become his sanctuary... But this one ? And what about this house, will it become a refuge for him? From today to the end of his days? And Dan thought, mentally running through my whole life. From deep thought, the old man was brought out by the very creaking of the floorboards, which he had just dreamed of hearing. The floorboards creaked again, one door opened, then another ... Now it was the turn of the door to the room. The door swung open so that in the rectangle of light Dan saw a slender female figure. He had not yet seen the face, but somehow he immediately felt that it was SHE. Chapter Twenty-Five Despair Moscow, South-Eastern District, Maryino District, Lugovoi Passage The bell rang in the apartment on Lugovoi. The call is cheerful and persistent. So only Gosha called, and only when he returned from a tour. Usually he opened the door with his key, but when he returned from the tour, everything was different. He wanted to be greeted with fanfare. Each trip for Igor was something like a holiday. A holiday when you return home, and there the table is already laid. And my mother made dumplings, and there is the most delicious buckwheat porridge in the world with meat, on which my mother is a real craftswoman. And SHE is waiting, waiting for him, in spite of any quarrels. Igor already knew his wife - Zhanna quickly changed her anger to mercy, and when you bring travel allowances and she has to go shopping, as it is fashionable to say now, but in a simple way, the opportunity to spend this money on yourself in stores, buy a fashionable rag, then the attitude is completely , completely different. And further. Igor never returned from a tour empty-handed. He always brought gifts: to mom, dad, sister, who has been married for six years and lives in the middle of nowhere, and she always had a gift in store. And, of course, a gift to Jeanne. This time Igor did his best. He bought what Zhanna had always dreamed of very much. Set of women's underwear. A set with serious erotic overtones. Her color is red. She looks so exciting when she puts on her red ... The imagination has already presented the picture for the umpteenth time: he undresses her to dress her ... No ... she will not allow this ... She will put him out of the room and will check everything herself , try on, measure out. .. And only then, pulling on a dressing gown, will he allow him to enter, and then, to slow music, he will arrange a dance for him - with a slow demonstration of what happened. And when HE goes crazy from HER once again, only then will she let him... Igor threw off the obsession and pressed the bell again. Mom opened the door. She, according to tradition, was delighted, but there was something in her joy that was not entirely sincere, everything seemed to be as usual - the same hugs, everything too, but something was not right. And Igor immediately noted something ... - Mom, hello! Something happened? How is your health? Or something with dad? - No, no, son, everything is fine ... Will you eat? - What a question? I'm hungry like a pack of wolves on a snowy winter. And Igor, along with two hiking bags, tumbled into his parents' house. Tatyana Tikhonovna went into the kitchen, waiting for her son to wash his hands and run to the table. Everything was covered as usual. True, the father was not at the table. A decanter with his favorite vodka of his own production was on the table, but Vyacheslav Anatolyevich was absent from the kitchen. And not because he didn’t want to eat, he just understood what a difficult conversation would be, and therefore he preferred to take refuge in his room: they say, you, mother, made this mess, now you can clear it up. Of course, Tatyana Tikhonovna was in pain. And not because her husband for the first time in his life so accurately and clearly expressed disapproval of her act, no, just why did he shift all the dirty work onto her shoulders? Not only did she kick her daughter-in-law out of the house, so he couldn’t talk to his son himself, like a man? No. She leaves all the dirty work to her. Chistyulya! Yes, and Igor is as clean-cut as his father. How can he tolerate this girl in my house? Does he not notice that she is mocking him? Nothing. I have to save my family again. Where do I go from this. Igor entered the kitchen, already washed from the road, in his hands he held two bundles - one larger, the other a little smaller. The smaller one handed it to my mother. “Well, I, as always, will have a smaller gift,” Tatyana Tikhonovna grumbled to herself somehow unkindly, and immediately scolded herself, you can’t, they say, take out your bad mood on your son. - Thank you, son. she said as amiably as she could. - Oh, where's daddy? - Igor twisted a bundle in his hands, which he was supposed to give to his father. - You know, today he went to bed early, he says he is tired. Only I know he's got pressure again. As soon as the pressure rises, he immediately becomes drowsy. Tatyana Tikhonovna shamelessly continued to lie to her son. - I would go with my father to the clinic, otherwise he hides everything from me. - Of course, we'll go, mom, but what to eat? - As always, all your favorite. And Tatyana began to fuss, I move plates of food closer to her son. Still, the feeling of embarrassment never left her. This awkwardness was subconscious, kind of stupid, but still there. Two feelings still fought in the woman: hatred for her daughter-in-law, who shamelessly cuckolded her beloved son, and fear, fear that her Igor would not be able to bear the separation from his beloved woman. And the fact that her son loves this slut frightened Tatyana Tikhonovna most of all. Of course, her Igor should not have been a hostage to female jealousy. So what to do? I didn't have to regret what I did. Moreover, Tatyana Tikhonovna tried to back down. Three days before her son's arrival, she somehow overcame herself and called Jeanne back at home, well, more precisely, her parents. And, surprisingly, she managed to catch her daughter-in-law at home. And when Tatyana Tikhonovna suggested that Zhanna return, because Igor was returning from a business trip, Zhanna only snorted in response and threatened her, the old woman, that she would take revenge on her cheerful family. Bitch! Real bitch... is it my fault that I couldn't stand it? And what about Igorekha, can he endure? I don't understand, I don't understand anything... Pull yourself together. Get it together. Take it easy. Everything is already done. Let now be all that will be. Don't change everything. I'm not going to call THIS again. Empty at least once, at least one man in this house will act like a man. - Mom, it's unbelievable. Everything is delicious, especially dumplings. Yes, why is Zhanna late today? I prepared such an incomparable gift for her there, I think she will like it very much. - Oh ... Igor, can you put some more dumplings? - Mom ... not Yuli ... are you hiding something from me? Well, ma... speak... - Sorry, son... I'll be all clean. Mom, you're scaring me. Speak... What happened? - Dad and I ... In general, we made a decision and suggested that Zhanna move in with her parents for the time being. - Wait, what does that mean? Did you kick her out? No... stop... DID YOU kick her out? YOU...? - Igor, understand ... we could not already look at this whore ... she instructs you in open horns. I can't stand her rambles... You can't do it like that... He wants to ramble, but not in front of my own eyes! - Wait, mom, didn't Zhanka go on a spree before? Well, tell me, tell me? - Going on a spree ... - I endured it? Or do you think that I am deaf, blind and stupid, like a Siberian felt boot? - Son, understand, I'm your mother ... am I not a living person? Don't I have feelings? Can I endure, I? After all, I am a living person, Igoresh, alive ... To watch how every day a new man escorts her home? - Mother, don't distort, you know, she's not with everyone... - Well, of course, she's not with everyone, she's only with the Biryulevskys, but how many men are there in Biryulyovo? Lord, not a son, but a rag ... At least someone had to put her in her place! - Well, did you put it on? Where is she now? Is it in the corner? Or on your knees? Where is she, mom? - He got it right ... she yes she ... also SHE is somehow to me ... what, there are no others? Or can't you find it? Or are you not handsome? And Igoreha? - Mom, I actually already found ... You see ... she's like that ... and she came back to me anyway ... Because she loved ... and now ... she's proud, she's coming to me now won't come back... What have you done, ma? - Lord, I found a loss ... unseen. The whore is a whore, well, she left, well, let her go there! Remember, you took it to the rehearsal, what did your director, Yuzefovich, tell you? Do you remember? You yourself spoke, laughed, and Yuzefovich told you that ETA would sleep with any director for the sake of a role. Said? Igor nodded his head sadly. Tatyana Tikhonovna, on the other hand, took the pose of an accuser of Socrates and began to speak even more confidently, in the most indisputable tone that she was capable of. - Do you still remember when you moved to us, remember, well, remember how her mother said that she slept with the rector in order to enter engineering? Do you remember? Spread your legs Zhanka, what should I sneeze! And you say that she came back to you ... She returned to the kennel, where there was a ceiling above her head and a bone in a plate. And the stupid dog that creeps in front of her like ivy on the wall... Oh, son, this thing is blind, love... oh, how blind... And this story with French directors? Everyone says that Zhanka starred in porn ... That's it! - Mother! What are you talking about ... stop ... Igor said this in such a voice that Tatyana Tikhonovna was instantly frightened. She had never heard such a terrible voice from her son. Colorless, extinct, fallen, voice not of a man, but of a walking dead. - Igor! What happened to you? - With me? Nothing... She won't come back now... I know that... - Well, calm down, son, calm down... I found myself again in a distant, distant childhood. - Well, pull yourself together ... think about why you need it? She doesn't love you. She sleeps with you because of money, only because of money ... she herself screamed that she would sleep with you only for money. Dad and I heard everything. Everyone... If you hadn't heard. My heart wouldn't break... Do you hear? Igor, you are my ... - What have you done, mom? What have you done? What does it all matter? If everything suits me? What didn't suit you? What? - Son, understand, well, you can’t do it, you can’t ... People ... People see everything. People hear everything. People know everything... How can I look people in the eye? How? And so they already say about us ... everyone says. Like, we keep a whore in the house. We don’t have a house, but a brothel ... Igoresh ... I can’t stand this anymore, I can’t ... - I should have gone to the apartment ... I, a fool, didn’t listen to Jeanne ... My stupidity is mine guilt, I have to pay for it ... - And what do you pay, Igoresh? You will find yourself a new one. I know for sure... And you will live soul to soul... - No, mom, we won't live... I don't have a soul anymore. Was. Yes, you kicked her out. And, quite unexpectedly, Tatyana Tikhonovna began to cry ... Silly, like a peasant, wiping her tears with her sleeve. Chapter twenty-six First date Moscow region. Domodedovo district. Kolychevo Perhaps it is worth telling what happened to a girl named Zhanna Kryuchkova in those few weeks before she first met a seventy-year-old man named Dan Carpenter. Do you know what it's like to suddenly grow up? This is when, instead of drinking and partying, there is a strict schedule, when there is a lot of work to do and you just need to keep up, when instead of gray uncertainty, uncertainty appears on the horizon, but already of some other, absolutely iridescent tones. And you begin to understand that in fact you are not a dissolute slut, but a real workaholic. Zhanna has long been accustomed to the fact that success is not so easy. Yes, there was a happy occasion, there was an extra, there was participation in the filming of an inconspicuous silent role under the patronage of her ex-husband, but in order to achieve something, she had to plow - Zhanna understood this very well. She really worked at the institute like an ox. And there are so many new things here, and who said that this new thing will not be useful to her in her acting craft? And you like it, and intensive teaching of the English language (suddenly he says something in his native language, but you don’t catch the idea, huh?), And classes with a psychologist, and preparation for working with some specific technical means. I'm not talking about memory training, here the trainers came across fertile material, the actress must have a decent supply of memory capabilities. And if we add acting lessons to this, which were given by completely different teachers, so unlike GITIS, so to speak, acting in the field can save an actor's life. They say girls grow up fast. Maybe yes. They grow up especially quickly when they want to achieve something, and there is an opportunity to achieve this. Before, all your acting was acting. You were ready to sleep with any director, so that he would take you at least for some role. And they took you only for the role of a personal whore. And in this role you were incomparable. But no more than that. The repetition of the same roles always has the same result: fruitless attempts to break through a blank wall. And then ... And then it turns out that the wall itself is moving away somewhere. You know, the iron curtain instantly rusts and crumbles to smithereens. And, it turns out, you are able to move mountains ... Lobotryashka, loafer, mediocrity, clinging to their super-talented son. Well, I’ll take revenge on him, I’ll definitely take revenge on him ... no, not because she put me out, no ... But for being such a mumble ... Well, I always hated men who are only peasants are pretending. And he's a rag. Never grew out from under my mother's skirt. He would suck a boob, and not fuck with a normal woman ... Yes, and he fucks, to tell the truth, unimportantly. Finishes quickly and immediately falls asleep. Mattress mattress. He thinks, except for his one-two-three, there is nothing interesting in sex. I'm also a giant. I ought to tell him somehow that he was worse than any of my lovers. Anyone. No, I'm lying... there was one... that one was even worse. It's disgusting to remember. And his hands were sweaty... and... no, I don't want to remember. Dot. Now Zhanna was nervous. She had a meeting. The first meeting with a person whose marriage has already been registered. The stamp in the passport has been standing for three days. Naturally, Jeanne could not help but worry. Finally, Alexander Simonovich drove up. For the entire duration of the operation, he was the main person in contact with Jeanne and Dan. He had to take Jeanne to study, bring home, the only one who could stay with them without causing righteous anger from higher authorities. I must say that Zhanna was already in Kolychevo. One of the employees of the Office, who was responsible for repairs in the house, showed Jeanne the device of the house, and several of its features: an emergency call button for help, for example, he also explained that in case of serious trouble, you should quickly fall to the floor and crawl to the hatch in the center of the room - the basement was armored, and there was also a button in the basement that undermined the sticks of dynamite planted in the house in order to divert the attention of the attackers. Of course, as Zhanna was told, she needs to know this in the very, very extreme case, which, of course, it will not come to. .. Having received a large lump of knowledge for all occasions, Jeanne felt very uncomfortable. And that sense of insecurity didn't go away so quickly. Most likely, even now she felt just as insecure, but fear, a big Fear, from which she squeezes in her stomach, like some kind of fist hits you in the body ... so, this Fear, Fear with a capital letter, Zhanna absolutely was absent, as if he did not exist at all. And this is not because Jeanne was stupid or piously believed everything she was told, by no means. She was just a determined woman. And having made a decision once, she was no longer going to back down. Perhaps Jeanne could be called a fatalist. She did not worship Fatum, but she firmly believed in destiny. And she absolutely knew that she was talented, that she would be able to break through. And he will be able to make it so that they will talk about it not only on the sheets of tabloid newspapers. Alexander confidently drove the car along the practical off-road: the part of the village that Zhanna hated the most began. I had to hold onto the handle above the door. And Zhanna could not stand to ride in such an uncomfortable position. Sasha only grinned, looking at how nervous the young woman was, and did not try to calm her down. In the end, she called herself a loader, climb into the back. Come on, girl, grow up... It's not for you to seduce directors, here the game is already going big. The Black Forest, as the inhabitants of this town called it, remained on the right. The forest was green. In autumn, when the trees were falling and bare, black trunks stood, the forest fully justified its name. But that's not why they called it that. It was in this forest that the guardsmen of Tsar Ivan the Terrible massacred the entire family of the Kolychev boyars, along with servants and household members. The bodies were burned, and the ashes were blown into the wind. For this villainous deed, the forest was nicknamed "Black". And only a hundred years ago people began to go to this forest, which was notorious among the people. Mushroom pickers were the first to discover it. Black milk mushrooms and white mushrooms grew in abundance in the black forest. At the end of the twentieth century, the black glory of the black forest was almost completely erased from the memory of the people. Only a strange name remained, which many associated with the blackness of this forest during the pre-winter period. And here is the house in which part of her life will now flow. She gestured for Alexander to stay in the car, while she herself resolutely headed straight for the front door. She passed the passage, hesitated a little before entering the room, but only a little, resolutely pushed the left-wing door, which creaked a little, opened. .. And she saw HIM... He was sitting in a rocking chair, dressed in a long raincoat, not for the weather. He was a little above average height, an elderly man, somewhat dry, most likely even thin. He was clean-shaven, wore an old-fashioned hairstyle with a parting strictly in the middle of his head, was without glasses, looked at the woman who entered calmly and openly, without any fear. Zhanna could not see the color of his eyes, most likely due to the fact that in a darkened room his pupils were very large. It was difficult to guess the age of the man: he could be under sixty, and all eighty with a hook. Rather, neither one nor the other, but Jeanne still could not understand this complex issue so accurately: what a man looks like, she knew for sure that he was already seventy-one years old. And that was enough for her. And then suddenly Jeanne was attacked by an attack of timidity. She remained standing in the doorway and could not move a single step. Jeanne was silent. She understood that the pause was rather awkward, but since she had already taken a pause, she continued to pull it. In the end, there is nothing more banal than silence, but there is nothing more meaningful than silence. And Jeanne remembered very well that clever man When he doesn't know what to say, he keeps quiet. Dan was silent too. He just didn't know what to say and tried to stop his heartbeat. My heart was pounding. His temples pounded, adrenaline roamed through his circulatory system, making his hormones rage with terrible force. And yet he came to his senses first. Dan took a breath in his chest, said: - Hello, Jeanne. He tried to speak Russian cleanly, almost without an accent. - Hello, Denis Fedorovich! Jeanne's voice trembled noticeably. - You can just Dan... - Sorry, I've been given precise instructions. - I understand... Dan fell silent again, but not for long - Come in, Zhanna, don't stand at the door. - Yes, of course... Jeanne shifted slightly to the left, it so happened that the light from the window fell right on her face. For a moment, it seemed to Jeanne that he was looking at her in some very special way ... Really? And now what? She was not exactly embarrassed, she was a little confused, but, remembering good advice full-time instructors, tried to behave as naturally as possible. And yet she didn't feel like herself. - Excuse me, Jeanne, I have to make sure that you are you ... I hope you understand me? I think you should have been briefed on that as well. - Yes ... Zhanna simply answered and began to undress. When she was left only in stockings and shoes, Dan suddenly said: - That's enough ... that's what, more ears ... If you Zhanna, you should know what I'm talking about ... - Yes. Jeanne interrupted Dan a little harshly, stretched out her hands to her ears, peeled off the adhesive tape, allowing her ears to straighten as they naturally desired ... Dan watched this action in silence, one might say with his mouth open. He made a sign with his fingers, Zhanna understood, and turned her back, Dan continued to consider something, something of his own, known and understandable to him alone. - Yes, it is you. - Well, enough? she said to Dan, still irritated. - Quite. You can eat and get dressed. From excitement, Dan again screwed up a little with the construction of the sentence, but Jeanne did not pay any attention to this. She proudly turned her back to Dan, and, picking up her folded clothes, slowly walked towards the door. She did not want to dress in the presence of a man about whom she knew only one thing - he had now officially become her lawful husband. Chapter twenty-seven Why can't the general sleep? Moscow. Lubyanka. Office. Peredelkino. General Konstantin Lvovich Peredelkin came to his office so early in the morning that, most likely, it should have been called late at night. It was half past five in the morning. The data received through his line did not allow the general to sleep. He understood that these data required verification and control, moreover, they were no longer entirely through his Office, they would have to be transferred to a completely different department. But something interfered with the general, something alarmed, something forced him to give this data Special attention. It was something like intuition, not even intuition, no, something like premonition, predestination, which arose in very rare cases. And now this sense of the importance of what was happening did not give the old intelligence officer peace. He thought about whether it was worth waiting until morning, decided that it was not worth it after all. Dial a phone number. After a couple of minutes, the voice of a completely sleepy Major Korchemny was heard in the receiver. - I'm listening ... - That's what, Pyotr Evgenievich, I'm sorry that I woke up, but there's nothing to do. Get ready and drive here, to the Office, there is work. Urgent. Konstantin Lvovich understood that the last phrase was superfluous. If they call at such a time, it means that the matter is really urgent. I understand, I will. Korchemny was laconic to the limit. The phone bleeped. The general put the receiver on the phone, then walked around the office, opened the safe. There were only a few folders, thin, with the most recent cases, which the general had not yet decided to put into action or put in the archive forever. What Korchemny had to do was in the lowest and thinnest folder. Konstantin Lvovich pulled out a folder, then opened the box with his strategic reserve. There were very good Cuban cigars. This variety was made exclusively for Cuban leaders. As presents, these cigars also fell to him, the General of the Office. So to speak, the result of an exchange of pleasantries between Kontors. Due to the fact that relations with Cuba have become Lately more than cool, the supply of real Cuban cigars to Russia abruptly stopped. And the passion for a good smoke remained. What was bought was much worse quality. Therefore, General Peredelkin smoked these cigars in the most extreme cases, for example, when he made some important decision. Even now, while waiting for the Major's arrival, Konstantin Lvovich indulged in his most ruinous habit: smoking expensive cigars. By the way, Major of the Cuban security service Rihardo Gomez brought this box to the general through Pyotr Korchemny as a present. Strong tobacco climbed into the lungs, with each breath the general felt that energy overwhelmed him, thoughts brightened, everything lined up in a more or less clear scheme. So, recent events prove that a purposeful game is being played against Russia, and its goal is to completely destroy the state. For some, the collapse of the USSR was not enough, for some it was necessary to make sure that there was no trace left of Russia, as of a strong state. After all, Russia is not only and not so much the successor of the USSR, no, it is the heiress Russian Empire, and this is even more dangerous for someone than the Evil Empire - the USSR. Once the group of Zbigniew Brzezinski considered Central Asia to be the soft underbelly of the USSR, believed that it was from there that the disintegration of the state would begin. It later turned out that the fish rotted from the head, that the regional interests of some leaders would outweigh the arguments of reason, that it would seem to someone that being a specific prince is better than a duma boyar under a strong tsar. Everything was decided by money. BIG money. Plus, the frank weakness and short-sightedness of the leadership of the USSR. But the group, which was then the Brzezinski group, did not stop there. They were joined by several other highly influential groups and highly influential individuals. And the goal of these groups was simple: finally deal with Russia. Eliminate the competitor of the USA in the world community. And finally eliminate. Russia, as a powerful power capable of resisting the United States, had to cease to exist. AND the best way they chose the most reliable - the parade of sovereignties. Only the impact vector has changed. Now the main trump card of Russia's opponents was to be the Caucasus. It seemed to Peredelkin that in Major Korchemny he found not only his devoted collaborator, but also a like-minded person. That is why the general was delighted when the major, clean-shaven and trim, entered the office. - Called, Konstantin Lvovich? It wasn't a question; rather, it was a statement of fact. There was no trace of the sleepy voice. "Well done, even without morning coffee," the general decided to himself, after which he opened the cabinet, there was a small coffee maker, presented to him by his colleagues for his fiftieth birthday. Peredelkin threw down his coffee, turned on the apparatus, which immediately made a noise, raising steam, and turned to the major. - Sit down, Pyotr Evgenievich. How are things going with the Old Man object? Korchemny understood that he had not been summoned in order to obtain information on such an ordinary matter. But with something it was necessary to begin a difficult conversation. The general preferred to start it from a distance. - They were in contact. The old man was convinced that it was really her. - Good. Satisfied? - Yes ... It seems to me that he himself does not know how to behave in this situation. - That's how? So what? - I think it makes no sense for us to rush him or squeeze him. It is necessary that he absolutely voluntarily agree to cooperate with us. - You think correctly, Pyotr Evgenievich. Absolutely right. Yes, we love these absolute phrases. You just have to understand that nothing is absolute in this world. You know, Pyotr Evgenievich... I have one more assignment... And a very delicate one. The General heard the click of the coffee maker, signaling the end of the coffee brewing process. He turned, calmly extended his hand, dropped a cube of refined sugar into a cup of coffee, placed a small silver spoon, and then handed the cup of coffee to Korchemny. - Information came through my channels that our old ... ill-wishers ... began to pay increased attention to the Chechen region, I think that the region around Chechnya, Ossetia, Dagestan, the entire North Caucasus will be the center of instability. Korchemny sipped his coffee, continuing to listen attentively to the general. - A very difficult situation. I suspect that if I pass the information through the usual channels to the Averchenko department, then ... we will miss the situation ... I suspect that even in the Office we cannot trust everyone. Yes... Difficult times, Pyotr Evgenievich. Especially the reforms. Do you understand how difficult it has become? The people do not accept government reforms. But this is our state, our president, and our government. Therefore, we must have information. I'm not sure that this information will affect anything. Immediately. But in order to build some strategic plans, we need it. Korchemny nodded his head... - Well, I see you understand me... We have lost fourteen republics. It was at least some kind of cover. But to lose some more parts of the state is like death. In general, your task... Go to Chechnya. I know you have friends there... So... Gather as much information as you can. About the main actors in Chechnya. It seems to me that it is Chechnya, and not Ossetia, and not even Dagestan, that will become a source of trouble. With great difficulty we managed to conquer Chechnya at the time. But the Chechens remained an unsubdued people. It seems so to me. Check out the old man's premonitions. Here's another thing ... look, there is starting to grow such a figure, General Dzhokhar Dudayev. Take a look at him. Leave immediately. No official travel. You are on vacation. You act at your own peril and risk. I hope you understand this? - Yes sir! - Good. Write a vacation request. I will endorse him. And one more thing... This is money for the trip. No communication channels. Report back when you get there. Yes, I will supervise the Old Man's case personally. - Got it. - Then get started. Go on, son... go on. Chapter Twenty-Eight The New I The Moscow Region. Domodedovo district. Kolychevo She was going home, to Kolychevo. She was gone for exactly five days. Now she was driving, still not believing that it was over. "This" is a plastic surgery that she underwent in a small district clinic in the Moscow region, done in order to permanently get rid of the biggest complex that had haunted her all her adult life. Now her ears were perfectly normal. Zhanna rode and still gently touched her ears, not believing the new sensations. It was something unforgettable! Forget about adhesive tape, about the hated make-up glue, just live without paying attention to the hairstyle, which was supposed to constantly cover her cosmetic flaw. Now her ears became her dignity. And yet ... she did not believe that such an operation could be done so quickly and with jewelry in Russia ... She knew that such an operation was expensive, and the bandage had to be worn - two weeks, or even a month , at least, but here - on the fourth day, the stitches are removed, and on the fifth they say: you are free! Where is it seen? And they also guarantee that the result will be positive if I do not constantly pull my ears. Is it all true? Suddenly Jeanne's thoughts turned to her new husband. Dan seemed to her a man not so old, yes, of course, old in years, but still full of strength and energy. She saw that his eyes reflected remarkable intelligence and shy, because for the first time she was not sure of the effectiveness of her charms. Yes, she could stir up any man, but it was assumed: any sexually active man, and as for him, an old man of about seventy, Jeanne was not so sure that she felt some kind of timidity when communicating with this man. This one was wrong. She shouldn't have been shy, but... shy... It wasn't right, she shouldn't have felt anything for this man, but she did. Jeanne delved into herself, and realized that the first feeling, the strongest that she constantly experiences, is genuine interest. Surprisingly, she wonders if this person is really the one he claims to be, did he really know the great Tesla, did he really survive, after all? Zhanna pulled out a mirror and a powder box, supposedly with the aim of powdering her nose, but her nose was of little interest to her ... She intently examined her ears, making sure that she had managed to achieve a lot. Now everything looked so right that she even got bored looking at herself in the mirror. Well, not to please ... that was a defect suffered, then the problems disappeared, so I regret that I lost originality ... Yes, what the hell, originality. Here, sometimes I’m so stupid ... And it seems that it’s not a blonde, but a rush ... Zhanna knew her strengths very well, she knew how she took men, she knew that she could conquer them, and she knew what she had to do for this . She did it involuntarily, she did not train her abilities, she acted at the level of instincts. Such women used to be called witches because they knew all too well what kind of magic a hot female body had. Perhaps she was a witch, but not the one who boils decoctions of stinking roots in a dark and musty dugout, but one of those who flies on a broomstick on Walpurgis Night to the ball, because she does not see herself anywhere but at the ball at Himself. .. This house and this old man... can he really do something else? Zhanna caught herself thinking that she thinks of Dan as a man, and it is precisely the fact that she is interested in whether he can do something like a man or not ... Nobody imposed any behavior on her. It is not important whether she will sleep with this old man, most likely, this will not be needed ... No, she must find contact with him, a key, but Zhanna still had no idea how to do this. But still, the senile body... brrrrr... Zhanna remembered the dean, then another producer, and another... no, he was so disgusting, covered in warts and some big colorless pouches. No, no pleasure can be expected from the senile body with its sluggish possibilities. God! What am I thinking? About pleasure, really... Really... stupidity... The car stopped at the house... It was late autumn. The trees had already turned black, making the nearby forest really look like a Black Forest. It was not white clouds that ran across the sky, but heavy leaden clouds. If only there was no rain, if only there was no rain ... - I thought somehow by itself. Jeanne got out of the car, waved her hand to Alexander. He silently nodded, gave gas, due to which heavy wet clods of earth escaped from under the wheels, turned around, a little awkwardly, barely fitting into the potholes of the local road, and only after all these flickering began to pick up speed, leaving towards Moscow. Tomorrow at exactly seven he will be here to pick up Zhanna and take her to school. Tomorrow is Tuesday... So, four days of study, and then two days off... Lord! What will I do on the weekend? Jeanne resolutely went to the house. Nothing in the house seemed to have changed during her absence. Dan was sitting in the same position in the same chair, in the same clothes, which is the most interesting thing. Jeanne looked at his motionless figure, it seemed that her new husband was thinking about something, completely ignoring her. But that was the wrong idea. Unexpectedly, Dan held out his hand and said: - Hello, Zhanna, come here ... And he pointed to a chair opposite his chair - Hello, Denis Fedorovich. - Jeanne stammered memorized. - After which she said in a completely different way: - Come here ... OK? - Yes, I realized that I made a mistake ... For some reason, you understand that you made a mistake when you can’t return anything to eat. ABOUT! Again, I didn’t say so much ... - Denis Fedorovich, let's agree ... if you apologize for every wrong phrase, we will not go that far ... I will correct you ... sometimes, when the mistake is very stupid, or it will be necessary to explain some subtleties, well, I don’t know ... And you will listen and not apologize. - Yes, thank you, Jeanne... You know, I wanted to ask you a little. It's not urgent, but it's very important to me. So? - Basically... I'm listening to you. - Excuse me, first another nuance - when a husband says "you" to his wife, when "you"? This is the same subtlety you were talking about. - Denis Fedorovich, I beg you, do not worry, when you worry, you immediately begin to build phrases incorrectly. Well, agreed? Let's just say "you" for now. I know that in English language there is no such treatment, but we have. And "you" sounds much more respectful than "you". - Is "you" a little more intimate? - Not really. Sometimes yes, more intimate, sometimes rude or contemptuous. This is where the nuances begin. One word cannot play any role. Only the combination of words matters. "You, Nina, a fool" and "You, Nina, a fool" phrases are completely different in meaning ... But the text is almost the same. But you, Denis Fedorovich, were by no means interested in these nuances, you didn’t want to ask that, right? - This is true. Absolutely. I wanted to know... why did you... did you... agree? Excuse me... it's important to me... is there any compromising evidence? Or do they know how to persuade? What could interest you so much that you gave your consent? Is this operation? What, is there such a problem? - Excuse me, Denis Fedorovich, can I ask you a question, I would like to hear an answer to it, and then I will tell you how it is ... - I beg you ... - Why did you choose me? Frankly. What, there were no others? Our soundboards are now in your magazines for snapping. Order any ... - Frankly there is frankly. First, you took a good photo. It would be very difficult to replace you. Secondly, those lugs you fixed are another factor. I read about it, I realized that there are all the possibilities so as not to deceive me. But, most importantly, it seemed to me that you have a character ... You looked like a real bitch ... Capricious, eccentric. I was sure that you would refuse... And you agreed. It's not unpleasant, but I have not counted on it. Jeanne thought. To be honest, she herself did not fully understand WHY she agreed. Yes, there were hints of some possibilities, but nothing was promised. It seems that she was taken, and maybe she pulled out a lucky ticket. Who knows? And yet, how to explain why she did not succumb to the flashing thought of abandoning that conversation? How? Curiosity? Call of Duty? Fi... It's so boring... Finally Jeanne said: - You know, Denis Fedorovich... I can't explain it now, probably, there is no simple and clear answer to this question. Let's do this, you will understand our life a little more, and we will definitely return to this issue ... I know that we will return, it is really very important for you, isn't it? - Yes, thank you... - And yet, I'm a little tired from the road, I'll lie down, and then I'll cook something for dinner. Good? - Gut ... - Well, excellent ... Zhanna suppressed a sigh of relief, which was about to escape from her chest and went to her room. .. There she fell on the bed and closed her eyes. Sleep came instantly. Chapter Twenty-Nine Gala Dinner Moscow Region. Domodedovo district. Kolychevo It's good to work in the kitchen, which has everything that a modern housewife can dream of. Zhanna appreciated both the luxurious stove and the expensive equipment that cut, cooked, and even washed the dishes! ABOUT washing machine , let "Vyatka", one could only dream of. Happy with fire! Large refrigerator. And it's full of food. Sasha did it. He brought food to Dan and was his connecting thread with the outside world. In addition to groceries, Dan received books and newspapers. I must say, the speed of delivery sometimes frightened him. Some newspapers he received the very next day, and some books even before their official publication. Jeanne woke up with the feeling that she had slept off her whole life. It was a completely new feeling, so unlike anything she had experienced so far. And then Jeanne realized: she missed the city noise. Here, in the village, it was surprisingly quiet and calm. The road from village to village, near which their house was located, was not the most popular. Twice a day a milk truck drove by to collect tribute from the villagers, and a crazy car occasionally rushed by at a speed of fifteen kilometers per hour. And the rest of the time - silence. The silence is amazing, the silence that has never been in her life. No, Zhanna has been to dachas, and more than once, sometimes she even spent the night at the dacha, if she was with someone and for what, but just like that, to just fall asleep - not in a drunken stupor, but simply ... This has never happened to Zhanna . She woke up, breathed in through her nostrils to feel the smells of this house filling her new room. And Zhanna felt that she positively liked the smell of this house. And then she got up, stretched, as a domestic cat stretches in the morning, looking at the owners getting ready for work, purred ... no, it purred in her soul. And after that she went to the kitchen - to rattle pans. Dan didn't read anything right now. He listened to completely new, hitherto unfamiliar music playing in his kitchen: there his woman was cooking! I must say that Dan did not bathe in illusions, he understood that Zhanna had no feelings for him, and was unlikely to experience anything. It turned out that he received from the Russians an expensive elite whore complete with a housewife. Well, and it's not bad in old age! Jeanne tried her best. She cooked fried potatoes the way Mom used to - with garlic and chunks of meat, made a salad, and stewed the beef cubes so they just melted in your mouth. Zhanna never cooked for her ex-husband - there her mother-in-law, Tatyana Tikhonovna, reigned supreme in the kitchen, and did not allow anyone into her kingdom. In her opinion, only she could cook and knew how. And everything that others cook can only be thrown into the trash. So it was when Jeanne, out of stupidity and inexperience, cooked dinner for her husband. All her brew solemnly migrated to the trash, to the cries that it was impossible to eat, and that her Igorka would have health problems after such food, and he doesn’t like this, how is she, such a fool, does not understand elementary things! Jeanne quickly learned this lesson and went into the kitchen only to have a quick bite to eat. And she cooked for herself only when her mother-in-law was at work, and there was some free time and mood. Now Jeanne recalled that the way to a man's heart was through his stomach. Therefore, I tried to show off small wonders of cooking. After everything was ready, Zhanna set the table, pulled out a beautiful new tablecloth, she liked it, and the taste with which the dishes were chosen seemed to take into account all her wishes. In the center of the table she placed two glasses on a thin stem and a bottle of dry Moldavian wine. In her sincere conviction, this type of wine was not much inferior to expensive French wines. However, who knows if Dan will be able to appreciate this final touch of their first dinner together? - Dinner is served! she informed Dan, who was reading something in his favorite chair. No, he got up more than once, even changed for dinner. And Jeanne could not but note this pleasant fact for her. Her fictitious new husband turned out to be a real neat man. He went into the kitchen, raised his eyebrows in surprise, and then Zhanna noted one more fact, which was important for her. Dan didn't smell of old age at all. You know, such an unpleasant, sickening smell of old age, flesh that decays, the smell of a stale body. This smell appears in the house where the elderly live, and comes not only from them, everything in the house, even its inhabitants, is quickly saturated with this smell. And this smell, which cannot be washed away, cannot be repelled by any perfume, the smell that was the most unpleasant of Jeanne's forebodings, this smell was completely absent! Jeanne, who has always been very sensitive to any aromas, brought this fact into the pluses of their joint stay. She remembered how, either in revenge of her mother-in-law, no, simply because she could not do otherwise, she sent all the deodorants, colognes, aftershaves that her mother supplied her son to the basket. She bought him only those scents that did not irritate her delicate nose. When Tatyana Tikhonovna noticed during their joint dinner that Igor somehow smelled unpleasant, could he use the cologne that she gave him, heard her husband's answer that this junk had already been thrown into the trash, Jeanne experienced real pleasure. She understood that her former mother-in-law was terribly jealous of her son, and this blind jealousy was so furious that their marriage was doomed anyway. For some reason, Igor did not want to go to the apartment. Probably, he was afraid that they would not be able to serve him as well as at home ... Well, now he ex-husband in every way. And yet something aches, strange, I was sure that I would forget him, like a bad dream. Still, it was a part of her life, and a very fresh part! Dan sat down opposite the window, giving Jeanne a seat opposite the door. He sat quietly, but correctly assessed the situation on the table. They tried to make him feel at home. Weird. But he was really pleased. Interestingly, he had not seen such a wine. Weird bottle shape. Too squat. Too thin neck. And the label is kinda ugly. Interesting. Jeanne handed Dan a bottle and a corkscrew. Dan examined the bottle, saw that it had been poured in Moldova, in Comrat, strangely, he had not heard anything like that. Probably some local cheap stuff. So the cork came out calmly, without effort, for sure, the wine was poured quite recently. Dan poured it into glasses. Jeanne put a salad on a plate, Dan reached for bread. Here, in Russia, he began to get used to black rye bread. Jeanne did not cut any other bread for the table. Well then. It's time. - For our acquaintance! - Dan said it with feeling, but without much emphasis, without putting any special intimate meaning into this phrase. - For our first dinner! came the answer. Dan touched his lips - the wine was moderately cool, took a few small sips. The wine had an excellent bouquet, light taste and a very nice aftertaste. He pursed his lips in surprise. I looked again at the label. There were almost no medals. - Interesting wine. Appreciated there. But I've never heard of this brand before. - This is Moldovan wine. Previously, Moldova was part of the Union. Now they have their own country. But their dry wine is still not inferior to European counterparts. - I can say that the California counterparts even surpass. - Well, it's not all Moldovan wines. Everything is sold. - I wonder how you wipe wine for yours? - For myself. Jeanne corrected Dan automatically. - By trial and error. But seriously, I look at two things: the bottle, it should be simpler, and the label, it should also be simple, and not gaudy. - A-la ... how to eat? - Lurid - this is when there are a lot of colors, and without taste. Something like a Christmas tree ... - Gut ... - I wonder why not OK, but "gut"? - Habit. - Excuse me... - No, no, what are you... you... You can ask questions... I have nothing to hide in my life. - Tell me, is it all true ... I'm talking about Nikola Tesla? - I thought a lot that from his life there is truth, what is not. It's probably wrong if I say it's not all right. My childhood is the end of the twenties. There were twelve children in our family. We lived in the poorest neighborhood in New York. Urban slums are always slums. They are the same everywhere. The father died early. I do not remember him. In addition to him, there were two more fathers and of us, twelve, only seven were my brothers and sisters, the rest - from two husbands. So the mother acquired a large family. And she fed us alone. Those were the hungriest times then. And I quickly realized that I can only live if I take care of myself. This is a little. I didn't understand, but I felt that I wanted to be hungry... Oh yes, I wanted to eat... And I began to steal. Many have done this. I saw that I could get something ... I gave it to brother Pete, sister Jackie, the others were not like ... I loved them more ... Dan swallowed saliva, felt that nothing was coming of it: his throat was dry . Then he bent down, took a sip of wine, cleared his throat a little and continued: - Sorry... I'm a little worried here. It was a very hungry time. Three brothers died, Pete too. It was already the thirty-first year that Pete died. I'm lucky. There were five of us. Me, Jim, Harris, Fat Mackie and Cliff Workenfire. And we were a gang. Cliff was in charge. He was already fifteen and had a revolver. For those times it was! Dan gave a thumbs up to show how cool it was because he couldn't find any right phrase in Russian. - By the time I left the family - Jackie went to the bar, it was normal at the time. Nothing held me. And mom stopped feeding another mouth. Know, by that time I was feeding myself. We robbed very old people. They are were to us in the teeth. Usually Jim or Harris tracked the object, me and Fat Mackie how to say it ... processed it, Clif stood on the safety net. We tried to work rarely. And only when we knew for sure that we would be lucky. Somehow a gentleman found a revolver - they shot at Maki, although he was thick as a haystack, the old man missed, but I did not. But we had to run. We have become even more careful. One day, Jim reported that he had found an interesting object: an old man who regularly fed pigeons in the park. Apparently, the old man was an easy present. He no longer worked. Received a pension. The clothes were good and clean. So we boldly went to work. For two years now we have been working normally. I didn't expect anything. I was the first to go, Maki a little behind me ... so it was my turn now ... I saw a tall, dry gentleman in a coat and top hat. He had a mustache, gray and thick, he himself looked like a heron bird ... It seems so? Jeanne nodded her head, she listened with genuine interest, not even realizing that someone was listening to their entire conversation, someone was writing ... It was not important to her. She simply listened to a fascinating story, listening in the same way that she listened to their theater teacher when he suddenly digressed from the topic of the lesson and began to tell something from his eventful life. - I had a good position and attacked boldly, the iron alloy pipe was in my sleeve, I grabbed the pipe and ran. He fed all the pigeons. I try to run faster. And then HE turned to me and looked... I saw his eyes, looked at them, he looked at me. I stood up like a stone, I did not understand what was happening. But I couldn't hit him, something was happening... but I don't understand what's going on. I hear that Maki is shouting something, pushed his shoulder and went forward... And I poked Maki with a pipe, he fell... I was still in the fog... And then I turn around: Cliff is running there... And I ran to Clif and shouted: "Stop!" and "Know!" and "Help!". And Cliff had already got his Smith and Wesson out. This short snout revolver was such a rough job, it is not beautiful, but it is strong. I grabbed right by the barrel and lifted it up, Clif grabbed my hand with a pipe and then my hand burned ... I don’t understand that this was a shot. But Clif let go of my hand, turned around, dropped the revolver, and ran... I looked at my blood... And I passed out... So? - Yes, it was "lost consciousness." - Senkyu. I woke up in a hotel room. Bandaging hand. That old man, you understand, it was Nikola Tesla, he looks at me and asks: what is my name? I said my name was Dan Carpenter. And then he changed all over his face ... he said that he couldn’t eat ... And then he quietly asked: how old am I, and when I said that I was twelve, I closed my eyes ... I don’t remember what else was there. I fell asleep, didn't I? Moning... sorry, in the morning this man was at my bedside. And I was silent. And he was silent. And he didn't call the police. Look... Trace... It's from that bullet... Jeanne looked at left hand Dana, mangled with scars. And it struck like lightning. She shrugged involuntarily. “Then he left me. I couldn't object. Good food. - Excuse me, Dan, it's correct to say: good food. Good food is for animals. For people, after all, food ... - Senkyu, Jeanne ... how do you say, nuances? Yes... Good food. The main thing is clothes... attitude... We moved into the New Yorker Hotel. It's such a big building. Many lived there permanently. Not only us. And one more thing... My room was opposite Nicola's. He went to such a cost, but he wanted me to be a little different from him. - Excuse me, Denis, for interrupting you, tell me ... why ... why did he accept you ... and why didn’t he want you to live in the same room with him? Afraid of conversations, accusations? Why? - I didn't know everything right away. It later. Nicola had an older brother, Dane. He died at twelve years old, struck by lightning, right? Lightning strikes? Jeanne nodded in response. - If you know, then Carpenter is a carpenter, Tesla is also a carpenter in Serbian. I looked like his brother. Dani Tesla, only in the American version. And also the fact that I am a bullet ... It seems that Nikola believed that I was an incarnation ... an incarnation his brother to save him... right? - Incarnation? Incarnation, most likely. Are you saying that Nikola Tesla mistook you for his brother? - It's not like that ... For my body, in which the soul of his brother moved? Is it clear? Zhanna again nodded in the affirmative... - And yet... he didn't want anyone to know that he was vulnerable to me... I understood it that way. Yes exactly. And now, Jeanne, excuse me... I'm a little tired, I'll go to bed with your permission... Right? Jeanne nodded her head in response. Dan got up and went to the bathroom. Jeanne began to clear the dishes and put them in dishwasher . Thus passed the first strangest day of her life. Chapter Thirty Living in Times of Change Moscow. Central District. Bolshaya Molchanovka General Konstantin Lvovich Peredelkin now appeared very rarely in his safe house on Bolshaya Molchanovka. It seemed to him that the apartment had "burnt down", so he wanted to "mothball" it for a while. Moreover, by the time Major Korchemny arrived from vacation, the latter's housing problem should have been somewhat resolved. But a persistent call from one important person forced the general to choose this particular apartment for the meeting. It would be more foolish to make an appointment at a permanent safe house, or, even more so, at a fresh, not yet settled in, and not properly checked. His interlocutor arrived right on schedule, he was generally neat, and the habit of showing up to a meeting on time was a special fad. This person could be called a confidant of HIMSELF. Boris Nikolayevich held power firmly. Deciding to entrust the country to Gaidar and his team, the old man was true to his decision. Only extremely difficult circumstances could force him to change his responsible decision. The country needed a serious shake-up, otherwise only one thing could come out of Gorbachev's parody of liberalism - stagnation and collapse. There was an impression that Yeltsin did not know what to do, but the impression was deceptive. Boris Yeltsin firmly held power. That's just HOW in a difficult situation to manage a country intoxicated by the air of democracy? There was no answer to this question. He just had to be found. Konstantin Lvovich extended his hand to the newcomer, who responded with a quick, firm handshake, and immediately took the most convenient, in his opinion, place - in an armchair, in a corner, in the back of the room. There were enough nooks and crannies in this apartment in which one could comfortably settle down. Konstantin Lvovich gestured to the guest to treat himself to cigars: he opened a new pack right in front of his eyes. He refused with a sweeping gesture. He waited until Peredelkin lit a cigarette, and only after that he spoke: - We are interested in how things are going with the American old man? Are there any promotions? - Undoubtedly. The object is complex, but we have achieved some success, we have managed to establish contact and win him over. Unfortunately, we are not sure that he will cooperate. One hundred percent no. But I estimate our chances are quite high. - Do you know that THEY are developing new weapons systems based on the developments of that same Nikola? Peredelkin nodded his head in agreement. - If we get the blueprints, any information, we can either bypass them or find vulnerabilities. It will save the country years of labor and... and a lot of resources... - I understand that. - Fine. Work. On the slightest progress in this matter, I ask you to inform me personally, and more - to no one. Peredelkin nodded his head and looked expectantly at the guest. He was well aware that the real purpose of the conversation was far from the Dan Carpenter case. To get this report, it was not necessary to meet with the General of the Office at his safe house. There was something so important that his guest felt it was right to insist on a meeting. And he was not wrong. The visitor glanced around cautiously. Konstantin Lvovich showed with a gesture that everything was in order, checked. He sighed and continued: - I will have two more cases for you. - Listen to you. - the general leaned over, demonstrating maximum attentiveness. - One more simple and pleasant. It's just for you. What is the state of the agents in Yugoslavia? - Deplorable. The Balkan direction has been launched, for the most part, due to lack of funds. - Reanimate. We'll toss in funds from our reserve fund. Do not think that you will be fat, but try to make the most of what you can. There is a high probability that after the collapse of the USSR they will want to play the Balkan card according to the same scenario. There are also enough knots of tension. We must be aware of events. This conflict between Yugoslavia, Croatia and Slovenia is only the beginning of a serious turmoil. And we need to be aware of all aspects of the Balkan knot. It may cost us too much. We are not in a position to openly confront the US and its allies. We are not even able to resist them covertly. But we have no right to be without information. You understand that we cannot rely on the existing agents for quite objective reasons. Soon, many former friends may turn out to be real enemies. It is unacceptable. And making some decisions without reliable information is a luxury that we cannot afford. - Understood. I will send one faithful man there. Well proven. I think it will work. - Fabulous. But there is one more thing. It's ticklish. And you have the right to refuse it. - You know I won't refuse. - General Peredelkin leaned back in his chair and released a thick cloud of fragrant smoke. I know, that's why I'm here. It will be about the fact that there is a serious force inside the country that is trying to resist the president and his course towards market reforms. Yes, reforms are not popular, but they are necessary! And this is not for us to discuss. We believe there is high level conspiracy involving some persons who occupy important positions in the state. On this piece of paper (the guest handed the general a thin folder) there is a list of names. The highest probability. It is not for me to explain to you that an internal conflict, and even a serious one, will seriously affect the prestige of the state. And we perfectly understand that this is not the business of your Office. But I can only seriously count on your people, General. - Understand. “We need to know who might be behind these people from the outside. How will their actions be assessed if they start an open confrontation with the authorities, or a coup d'état? What will be the assessment of decisive action to curb them? To properly build a relationship strategy, we need as much information as possible. The main thing is to clarify who is behind these processes, there is a suspicion that the same force that is behind the collapse of the USSR has profited enough from this collapse. If this is their scenario for the final destruction of Russia, we must know for sure. Know to adequately counteract. - Received. I'll think about who can be entrusted with this task. - Think. Try to involve as few people as possible. As they say: the narrower the circle, the easier it is to find a traitor. Peredelkin nodded his head in agreement. He immediately began to figure out who could be entrusted with this complex and delicate task. - That's all I have for now. - And I would like to ask for your advice, taking advantage of the fact that we met. Yes, I'll help you in any way I can. Council - even more so. - Analyzing the actions of the Brzezinski group and those behind him, I came to the conclusion that the collapse of the USSR would not be enough for them. In the near future they will try to strike another blow. - Namely? - Chechnya. This is always a difficult region. But not a union republic. Its withdrawal from the federation will cause a Domino effect. And then from Russia there will be horns and legs. In principle, the focus can be not only Chechnya, but also North Ossetia, Ingushetia. There is good nourishing material there - tribal, tribal, national strife, due to local laws of revenge. Strategic result - we will become zero. They (USA) will themselves rule the whole world. - Well, they already rule the whole world. We used to be the second pole. Not now. We are not considered, and they do what they want! So your prediction is interesting. And the facts? - Will be in the near future. - I'm waiting for them. I think we will need to take a closer look at this region ... but to whom? You see, there is an opinion that in Chechnya it is necessary to imprison a reliable strong man, for example, from the military. The man with the gun was always respected there. Let them continue to be respectful. If that's all... (Peredelkin nodded his head in agreement) then I'll have to take my leave. Business, you know, business... Left alone, the General nervously lit another cigar. He suddenly realized that his work... ALL of his work could go down the drain. Somehow too slowly the sleeping cat turned its face to the most important problems. And he was not able to stir this cat. Chapter Thirty-one An Evening of a Hard Day Moscow Region. Domodedovo district. Kolychevo This day Zhanna could safely refer to the most difficult days in her life. It all started in the morning when she arrived at the institute for classes. She did not expect but her classes that day were difficult, then her period started, she had to look for pads because they went for a week ahead of schedule , as they explained to her, because of the operation, this became possible, well, so it became. On such days she became angry, uncontrollable and terribly wanted sex. And then there was Igor. Her ex-ex-husband. According to the circumstances, Zhanna had a crazy idea to drag Igorka somewhere into a secluded room (fortunately, they were here) and have a quick fuck there. Two things interfered - the short duration of the break, and the special nauseating dog devotion with which Igor looked at her. What an abomination - to fuck with such a slug. - Zhanna! Why are you like this? Come back, I will forgive everything. BUT? He fiddled with the bouquet of flowers that he wanted to give to Jeanne and still did not dare, a strange mixture of male insulted pride and the desire to get what he was looking for, even through humiliation. - What about forgiveness? Igoresh... Are you in yourself or not? What should I forgive YOU? That you're not a man? That you are a slug, a rag, a weakling? Well. So it's just a fact. Well, I was wrong about you. You never became a man. So who is there to forgive? Jeanne, why are you like this? Let's live together again... Let's rent an apartment. I will do everything I can for your career. I know that you are talented. Only I believe in you ... - Well, I took up my mind. He believes. I believe in myself, Igoresh, I! And you... you're a rag and a slug. You should play the role of blue. No, not those of the blue blood, but those whose asshole is smeared with Vaseline ... Everything, dear, is free. I have another. And he's better than you in every way. Have you thought about where to put your voucher? BUT? Or will your mom tell you again? And now I'm not interested in this problem. - Zhanna... - It's been said. No. And don't come again. Do not annoy my eyes ... - So it's true? You and this... Alexander... for what? What have I done to you? - You just couldn't do anything good. Everything. Free. Like a fly in flight. Jeanne could no longer restrain herself. She burst out laughing right in Igor's face. He, still twisting a bouquet of flowers (he went bankrupt on white roses!) turned straight, as if he had a stake in his back, went, and Zhanna understood that this was how a part of her life was leaving. And it hurt. And she didn't regret anything. But it still hurt. And Jeanne brushed away an uninvited tear and rushed to the next lesson. The only thing that could save her today from adventures on her poor head ... However, it was not Zhanka's head that was looking for adventures, but a completely different part of the body. When the classes ended, and twenty-five to thirty minutes remained before Alexander's arrival, Jeanne felt that she simply could not stand it. Well, she has no power. And then she saw Vitalik from the second year of the directing department. Tall, handsome, he was a thunderstorm of local girls. Usually he was surrounded by two or three girlfriends. And today, for some reason, he was alone. Ha! I must say that Vitalka already somehow winked at Jeanne, even rolled up. True, not too well. Zhanna simply could not have anything with him ... But now she simply needed it. And Vitalik turned up by the way. - Vitalik! Hey! And what about alone, without an escort? Where are your unsinkable minecarriers? I left class a little early today. I want to get home early, it's my mom's birthday. He said it so simply and sincerely that Zhanka even chuckled inside herself. The guy is almost thirty years old, and he hurries to his mother's birthday, like a middle school student. - Listen, obedient son, does your mom put condoms in your bag? - Zhanka... what are you? I'm already laying down myself... - Why don't we use one of your condoms? Right now? BUT? - You know... and this is an idea... Vitalik said somewhat dumbfounded by such pressure. He did not expect that the one who had thrashed him, so rudely, in front of everyone, would change her anger to mercy. Vitalik immediately waved his hand at my mother's birthday, grabbed Zhanna by the hand, and dragged her somewhere, where he knew for sure. In this room, where costumes, folders with archival documents and old furniture were mixed in a strange mess, a room that not only Vitalik, but also other students often used for their games, Zhanna felt at her best again. She wanted a quick fast intercourse, and Vitalik was in the mood for a long game with kisses. I had to take matters into my own hands. And a kiss so that it doesn’t drag on too much, and quickly pull off her panties so that they don’t interfere, and don’t let Vitalik indulge in nipples for too long, there’s nothing there, she herself unbuttoned his trousers, she herself appreciated why this flesh was in such demand and not only for second year, I realized that, judging by the size, she would be pleased, even very, very quickly felt how, thanks to her efforts, the flesh was getting stronger and harder, now it remains only to lean on the bedside table and spread the legs, and direct it where it so required her yearned female nature. Vitalik was also a skilled fucker. He worked so vigorously that Zhanka felt that she was beginning to be crushed with an orgasm much faster than usual. It wasn't just a fuck, it was a super fuck! And Zhanna decided to add Vitalik to the nearest reserve "just in case" of her turbulent life. .. Then Vitalik began to push harder, to push so hard that Zhanna felt that her body was beginning to tear outward. She grabbed the man's back with her claws, leaving her trademark there - eight claws... And her body began to beat in convulsions of orgasm... And when she had already softened, just a couple of seconds later, Vitalik growled, her crazy rubber... Zhanna felt like she was in seventh heaven with a buzz... She had not yet had time to break into reality, when she heard Vitalik's voice, which made her twitch, but from laughter: - Hey, Zhanka, did I deprive you of your virginity ? And only when Zhanka laughed in the face of the man who was examining the trophy-condom, he realized that he was stupid, blushed and said: - Well, you are a condom! Jeanne didn't mind. She stopped laughing, threw her panties into her purse along with the pad, somehow straightened her clothes and quickly went to the toilet to somehow clean herself up. When Zhanna got into the car with Alexander, he grumbled with displeasure. Something about the fact that she was always late, that she was again late by almost a quarter of an hour, that there were traffic jams in the city, especially on Fridays. - Sasha, what do you get me? Jeanne sat in the back seat and curled up. The first day of menstruation, in addition to the desire to fuck, had another side effect: in the evening, my stomach began to twist terribly. And from the wild pain at night I already wanted to howl. Well... you enjoyed it, now get your payback... That was Zhanna's philosophical credo in these difficult days. Alexander, who had never seen Zhanna in such a state, only raised his eyebrows in surprise, silently squeezed the clutch and soon taxied out of the parking lot. He was silent right up to the house in Kolychevo. Jeanne was about to leave. - Did you write a report? - he asked the woman... she silently nodded her head, rummaged in her purse, threw a scribbled sheet. Alexander gave her a bag of groceries that he had bought in advance, Zhanna shook her head in response, they say, what are you waiting for, roll! And slowly trudged home ... - Denis! She had been calling Dan Denis for several days and switched to "you" with him, although there was no romantic brotherhood. Jeanne dragged food into the kitchen. And, with a little grunt, she threw the bag on the table. Dan immediately appeared in the kitchen doorway. I must say that he got used, over these few days, to this eccentric, unbalanced, harsh, but very vulnerable woman. There was something in her that was difficult to explain, and perhaps it was not worth looking for an explanation. After all, for some reason she attracted him with her impudent open image in Playboy? Was it all in the chest? And Dan mentally chuckled... - Denis, excuse me... I'm going to lie down a little, I don't feel well... and then I'll cook dinner. OK? - Okay, don't worry eat, I don't eat hungry. Oh, again... I'll try a little better to talk to you today. Gut? - Zer gut... - Jeanne answered Dan in tone and went to the bathroom to clean herself up after a long journey. There she drank three no-shpas at once, because she knew that the pain would only intensify. There was no great use from the medicine, but at least somehow something had to be taken. This is what she accepted. Zhanna barely stomped to the bed, fell down without undressing, and instantly fell asleep. Chapter Thirty-Two The Return of the Prodigal Son. Travel Moscow. Lubyanka. Office. Peredelkino. Major Korchemny went to his workplace. He walked, pleased with himself and the fact that he was at work again, and not on a business trip, which cannot even be called a business trip. They called it a vacation. Well, a vacation is a vacation, the main thing is that you managed it. It cannot be said that bright prospects opened up before the major, on the contrary, the news that he carried to his boss was quite alarming. But the very fact that he was back in the Office, back at work, gave him a feeling of joyful relief. He called his boss back from the station, found out that they were waiting for him at the Office immediately, realized that he didn’t have time to go home to change clothes and put himself in order. And from the fact that the pace of work remained as frantic as it was before, Petr Evgenievich experienced the pleasure of a real workaholic. He loved his work and did not hide it from anyone. It remained to go through another half of the flight of stairs, now one turn, one more, here it is, the long-awaited entrance to Peredelkino! - Oh, come in, Pyotr Evgenievich, dear! The general smiled broadly when he saw his subordinate entering the office. - How was your vacation? Rested? Warmed up in the sun, breathed fresh mountain air? - Yes sir! - I order the barracks to leave. Speak. - Here is the report, Konstantin Lvovich! - I see. And if in a few words, how would you describe the situation? - Anxious. Not just disturbing, but extremely disturbing. They think the center is weak. And this is a good chance to take revenge. For all. Especially for Stalin's affairs. The mood in society towards the center is equally negative. There are mixed families, they are loyal, but they are a minority. main role played by Islamic preachers. And bandits. I think whoever is elected in Chechnya will go to the secession. There are many emissaries there. Especially from Arab countries. Money. interest in oil. They fuel Islamic extremism. There are many weapons in Chechnya. Many evil people . Lots of unemployed. And a lot of talk about an Islamic republic with religious figures at the head. - Are they preparing a second Iran for us? - Most likely so. - Who is behind this? - Arab emissaries. Most of them are old acquaintances from Afghanistan. - Americans? - They don't bother themselves, but these emissaries, there are names there, they work for them. So you guessed the root of the problem correctly. - America is a free country. Anyone who wants to can help whoever they want. Bypassing the government, for example, if it is not profitable for the government to recognize its assistance. - Right. I think the Americans will try to rake in the heat with someone else's hands. They will not yet want to openly get into a confrontation with us. No point teasing a bear with an atomic baton. What for? You can just infect him with a disease and wait until he dies on his own. You are correct, Major. Right. Data? - I think they are more than enough. This is in the report, if you will, I will not repeat it. - Let's admit it. And what about Dudaev himself? - Complex figure. And how it will behave is also difficult to say. In his environment there are moderate people, mostly military ones. But everything is very difficult there. I think whoever comes to power will play for independence. To do this, the situation there has developed in the most favorable way for the separatists. - Last names? - There are enough of those who are close to the general, but there are more of those who are really ready to tear independence with their teeth. - Understood, I will study... Yes. The most difficult thing is to realize that we, the center, are to blame for what is happening! Don't say, I know it myself. Well, I will study your report immediately. But you won't have to rest, Pyotr Evgenievich. New task. New business trip. No, I'll give you some rest. But only a little. And here's something else. These are the keys to the apartment. No, not yet yours, though quite possibly. I'm trying to get through to you now. No thanks needed. I have already moved my things. The area is good. And not far from the highway, and, just in case, close to the metro. - Thank you, Konstantin Lvovich! - Thank you, son, tell me when you get an apartment for your full use. In the meantime, this is your rented haven. Anything is better than an officer's dormitory. - Konstantin Lvovich! - I'm telling you, Pyotr Evgenievich, leave gratitude for later. In the meantime, I want to bring you up to date. I'll leave tomorrow. Therefore, you will receive materials from Nikolai Petrovich. In any case, you will start working on it now, and when I return, you will be on the road. - Understandably. - I won't be away for long. Get to work right away. - Can I do it right now? - Nothing, one day will suffer. Tomorrow morning. So. Your main task is to restore our network in Yugoslavia. Only there is now a serious mess is obtained. And instead of one network, we will have to create several at once. Croats, Slovenes, Albanians, Macedonians, Serbs and Montenegrins are about to intertwine in a poisonous ball. So we need not one network, but at least six. And six residents. In short, you yourself understand what needs to be done. Funding has been received. You know you have to spend. And do nothing else. Times have changed. - I understand, Konstantin Lvovich! - I have no doubt that you understand. That is why you are doing this job. You, not someone else. And more... The General frowned. - You will go through Austria. There you will meet one person. Hand over the package and money. It's official. The most important thing you convey to him in words. Therefore, you will go only after meeting with me. Understandably? - Yes sir! - Well, good. Now go, rest, for twelve hours of rest, I think you deserve it. - That's right ... - Yes, set aside ... free. Free. General Peredelkin watched the major leave the office. It seemed that he did not see him, Konstantin Lvovich was so deeply lost in his thoughts, heavy as pieces of lead. Chapter thirty-three The evening before the weekend. Moscow region. Domodedovo district. Kolychevo Dan went into the room where Zhanna was sleeping. She did not have time to undress, fell asleep right on the bed, slightly unbuttoning her trousers, the blouse pulled up a little, exposing a rounded pleasant tummy. Jeanne slept sensitively, restlessly. She felt the man's gaze and opened her eyes. - I'm sorry I woke you up. Gotta go eat. Are you feeling bad? - My stomach hurts. It passes. - And then it repeats periodically, right? - Yes, it is repeated. Somewhere once a month. - Understandably. There is. Don't get up for a minute. Have you been drinking something? Medicine, not vodka. - I drank as soon as I arrived, only to the point ... - Good. Lie down. Dan reached out and began to drive literally a centimeter from the skin of her stomach. This did not last long. A couple of minutes. Zhanna first felt a slight tingling on the skin of her abdomen, and after a few minutes Zhanna realized that the pain had become less, and when the man made the last movement with his hands, there was no trace of pain left. - What was it? Jeanne stretched out her hand, took the hand of the elderly man in her palm. Surprisingly, the skin was warm, not at all wrinkled or dry. It was the skin of a forty-year-old man, not a seventy-year-old man. And then Jeanne for the first time experienced serious doubts: something, but the skin never lies! And if the skin is forty, how can the age be seventy? - It has become easier. So? Let's go have dinner... - I haven't cooked anything yet. - I still have hands. Let's go. - Well, I feel better... Thank you, Denis, thank you very much... - There's no reason... Let's go... They went into the kitchen. Dan really did his best. He cooked fish, and did not fry it, but baked it with vegetables and fruits. It turned out spicy and delicious. In addition to fish, I prepared a simple salad, from lettuce, celery, and nuts. Dan also used dressing from olive oil with lemon juice and honey. The feast ended with a small pile of baked potatoes and two cups of hot chocolate. - Now hot chocolate is absolutely necessary for you. - Can I just have chocolate? It's all so delicious, but somehow I don't want to. - You can, only you feel a brutal appetite. This is fine. - Denis... how do you do it, how do you know? Jeanne considered, then resolutely put herself a salad and fish. Dan chose two smaller potatoes and the same salad. He sprinkled the potatoes with salt, took a good bite, chewed, enjoying the taste of potatoes, and only after that said: - Here, in Russia, you have very tasty potatoes. Not very big. But delicious. He even smells nice. Yes... what did you ask? How do I know this? I lived near Nikola Tesla for almost ten years. Ten! And Nikola had amazing abilities. He could heal himself. And at the same time did not resort to the help of doctors. Moreover, he denied this help, believed that doctors had driven him with medicines. more people to the graves, than they could cure. In the thirty-seventh year, Nikola Tesla is hit by a taxi. He has many fractures. Usually people do not survive after this. Nikola ordered to be transferred to the room, and there he refused medical assistance. And he refused rudely, resolutely, flatly. For almost a year he treated himself. He treated like this, with strokes, he knew what points, magic points were. He pressed them. And he held his hands so that it did not hurt so much. And I hold his hands. Where he could not press himself, I pressed the dots. A year later, he could already walk, although not as fast as he always could before. That's how I adopted his experience of healing... - Healing. Or healing. - Senkyu. - Excuse me, Denis, but who shot down Nikola? Did you find a taxi driver? Nobody was looking for him. - How so? - He got hit by a taxi not quite by accident. Sorry, not that ... Not at all by chance. This is a very complicated story. I don't like to remember it... back then, Nikola saved my life: the taxi rushed so fast that I got hit too. He managed to push me away, but he himself did not have time to jump back. Don't look so amazing. In his sixties, he was a very full of energy person. He could walk, and just like that, while walking, do somersaults... Sorry, somersault over his head. He was not old. He was young! He could run a lot, walk, lift heavy weights. He was an amazingly healthy and strong man. - Marvelous. - Ooooh... he certainly was an amazing person. When I got to Nikola, he was already taking part in the conspiracy of physicists. It was such a conspiracy when several of the world's leading scientists believed that a new weapon that is being developed in different countries can become such a force that whoever has it can win the war himself. They believed that if everyone had such a powerful weapon, then all the war would stop. No one will attack each other, because that friend also has such a club. Nikola believed that the country could give not only a sword, but also a shield, when the enemy's weapons were zero. But he wanted all countries that were about to go to war to have such a weapon or such a shield. He knew for sure that the war would begin in the fall of the thirty-ninth and end with the defeat of Germany in the forty-fifth spring. And he knew for sure that a lot of people would die. I'm sorry, man... people. - And he believed that Germany, and the USSR, and France, not only the USA should have his weapons? He's not the only one who thinks so. But he was closer than most to doing it. His Wardenclyffe was a strong projector. And the object was visited not only by Germans, but also by Russians. In the thirty-seventh, he had to sell his projects to both the Germans and the Russians. He was saying that the mere transfer was to inspire distrust. And when he began to bargain in order to take a higher price, they quickly believed him. The Russians gave less. The German even got something, but not all. Nicola was very careful. They couldn't grab him by the hand. But FBI Director Edgar Hoover thought it was possible. And he gave the order to eliminate Nicola. He always went to feed the pigeons in the park. I walk beside him. He always feed the pigeons. And this is to let him down. He could not walk and was under control. He couldn't get away from the Hoover agents, all his last years he was under constant supervision. They left him life. For some time. - Why? It's not logical - first decide to kill, and then decide to leave life. - How is there no logic? There is logic, there is. They wanted to kill him so that his patent would not go to the Germans and Russians. As soon as he was not under arrest, but at home, he was not dangerous. They guard him. And keep it alive. Then the Manhattan Project began. Tesla to work on the invisibility generator. But not even this one. Sorry. I'm a little confused. The main thing was then. Tesla's room was rummaged. FBI look for his papers. Blueprints. Weapon. And find nothing. So they leave his life. They did the main thing - to ensure that his patent did not go to the Germans or Russians. - What about his papers? Where did Nicola hide them? Do you know it? - He had the most reliable hiding place. - Sorry, Denis, there is no such word for hiding. - Ooooh... what kind is there? - Stash. The best word to use is "secret". - He had the strongest hiding place - his head. You know, Zhanna, he never made any mathematicians, he only made a drawing, he attached something like a note to it. And nothing else. Therefore, he kept the most secret development here. And Dan tapped his forehead.
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