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Для подготовки обложки издания использована художественная работа автора. Обложка книги разработана автором в дизайнерской программе и является интеллектуальной собственностью Николая Лакутина.
Emissaries of the first
– You're asking if I've ever felt fear?
… Yes… I was scared once… for those who I "woke»…
***
From the Windows of a country house of two thousand squares, little different from the once Royal palaces, one could barely hear the soft play of Beethoven's second Symphony. Four outside guards were constantly circulating around the perimeter of the house, keeping their weapons on the alert. Two operators of video surveillance vigilantly watched the territory of this modest house. Seventeen cameras reflected everything that happened behind the rocky hedge within a radius of several kilometers and everything that separated the space from the hedge to the residence. The security chief personally supervised the work of their subordinates, avoiding the posts two or three times an hour, other times had stood watch in those hidden corners, about which we do not even know the owner.
Victor Baryshnikov, who was the owner of the estate, comfortably seated in a magnificent armchair of a spacious hall located on the fourth floor, listened attentively to the recording of the concert of one of the most revered musicians in the world. His eyes shone with generosity, creativity, thought that poetry's about to lose his lips and find its shape on a blank sheet of paper, lying lonely on a gorgeous carved mahogany table. However, this was not to happen. Viktor Alexandrovich felt a slight whiff of coolness and at the same moment the barrel of the gun pressed to the back of his head.
In a few seconds the Symphony was over. The room suddenly became quiet.
– Let me ask you, dear, whom I was so worried that forced to such extreme measures in resolving the question? After all, that's a secret I'll take to the grave. In less than a minute, the next song will play, and you will be able to finish your job without unnecessary rustles.
The pressure on the back of my head is a little off.
– Of course, I ordered my sister, am I right?
Yes, there was a slight whisper, which it was impossible to determine, man or woman it belongs to.
– Well, then, before I leave my mortal body, I'd like to give you another order. See that picture on the right of the mosque? Her safety Deposit box. Code 445893. Take as much as you need, there is, presumably, more than enough by today's standards to pay for this service. Please arrange for me to meet my sister in heaven in the near future, I will be waiting for her. Again, code 445893. Music… the last thing he managed to say Viktor, through a second fanfare rang out, and in another moment there came a sharp, barely audible cotton, take away the life of an oligarch.
Only a few hours after the house ceased to play music security chief climbed to the fourth floor and knocked on the owner. Not having heard answer, he yanked the handle and saw the lifeless owner, face which exuded bliss. The picture mosque was standing on the floor, the door of the safe was open, but oddly enough, the box had a lot of money.
– It seems, the kidnapper was not greedy – thought chief of safeguard, taking out mobile phone.
– Hello police? We have murder. Dictate the address.
Reporting the necessary information, the security chief let avaricious man's tears, because he is very dear to his master, and it was not only in positions and money. Viktor Alexandrovich was a very sincere, sympathetic and unconventional person who earned his wealth privately, which is rare in the world.
– You son of a bitch, slipped past me – he said a tall man, chubby fingers brushing away a tear, calling over the radio security guards…
***
– Good Tier, I never doubted you. Here's the rest of the woman stretched out her tight folds. There are legends about you. My brother has a very decent guard, and the mouse will not get there without asking, even to the border of the house will not fit, and you managed to get inside.
– I never ask such questions, but this man was clearly different from previous clients. Before he died, he had time to ask me why he was ordered.
– What did you say?
– What could I have said? I don't know, but it's an interesting question.
– You want to know what he paid for? the woman said, somewhat irritably.
– It's not my business, I just said that the question is really interesting. You don't have to answer to me. The order is made-the order is executed, the order is paid-the question is closed.
– Hmm, ' replied the woman. I don't have to, that's right, but if you're interested, I'll tell you. He took his own life out of greed. More precisely, even because of his unreasonable behavior.
Yarus expressed confusion.
– You see, my brother intended to leave all his savings in favor of some incomprehensible families. I became aware of the fact that the last few years, he seemed to be preparing for death, began to look for low-income families that meet certain parameters, the parameters that he himself asked. That's in favor of these families, and he intended to make a will. According to his lawyer, the estate and property were supposed to be sold, and the proceeds equally distributed among hundreds of families in a competent legal way, so that no one could encroach on these funds later. There, even if a hundred families will share a considerable jackpot. But what the hell, forget about their loved ones, to leave without all the children, nephews, relatives and all give not much to whom. In short, my brother just made the wrong decision. He was always kind of weird. Now we will legally enter into the rights of inheritance and divide everything fairly. That's the answer to his question, and yours.
– I understood-sharply responded Tier.
– Well, it was nice working with you, there is a need – will use again....
– I have to disappoint you, Natalia Igorevna, I will not be able to appeal to me anymore!
– What's up,you're done?
It's easier. You're my next order.
The woman has not had anything to say and maybe even understand the words. The bullet passed easily through her skull.
After a while the police of the city of N received one more call from the smart Villa where the housekeeper the cooled-down hostess was found.
***
– Comrade captain, we have two "wood-grouse" for the week was formed. Maybe view of things, because You have grip special, maybe that sweep, something of a catch – asked the investigator to his boss.
– Leave it there, now I've been summoned to the General, then see what's what.
Captain Isaev really had an extraordinary talent to find the nuances in the details and unravel the case with those, at first glance, irrelevant factors that do not pay attention to others.