Fly Hunter: The Story of an Inquisitor
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Let the decadent, decaying enemies slander: police state… barracks… terror… Yes, terror: every ten years – a purge, every five years – a campaign… The campaign of devastation brought enormous income to the tower. But among the landowners appeared a new layer of strong masters; they had food, they had money, but no leader to openly declare their power…
Ahmed himself ordered Aman-Jalil to keep an eye on the guest, to be by his side all the time, not to leave even a step away, and to report to him personally about every step Arif took. Aman-Jalil eagerly assured the boss that he would try to occupy and talk to the guest so that none of Ahmed’s secret enemies could penetrate the palace of high guests. And at night, two plump schoolgirls would watch over Arif, submitting a written report every morning, which would be counted instead of an essay in native literature, to Aman-Jalil. Luckily for Ahmed, the regional inquisition chief was ill, and Aman-Jalil’s hands were free. Aman-Jalil’s men surrounded the high guest in a triple ring; not even a fly would pass through, Aman-Jalil himself killed flies, walking around the palace with a rubber thread, hunting them, an hour in the morning, an hour in the evening…
Aman-Jalil personally escorted Arif to the bedroom, respectfully supporting him by the elbow; he was very drunk.
– Let’s have a drink! – Arif proposed soberly, as if he hadn’t drunk so much just at the feast. – I have some whiskey; the Saxon chief sends it in exchange for cognac, stronger than vodka, but the taste is peculiar, you have to get used to it.
– If necessary, I’m ready! – Aman-Jalil responded seriously.
– Ready is good! – Arif smirked.
Aman-Jalil looked Arif straight in the eyes, not averting his gaze, with devoted and serious readiness. Arif took a bottle of whiskey from his suitcase, opened it, and poured it into glasses.
– With ice or will you dilute it with water?
– To be honest with you, dear guest, I’ve never drunk this whiskey, I can’t know! – Aman-Jalil admitted honestly.
– Ice is better, throw in a couple of cubes! – advised Arif, pushing a bowl of crushed ice towards Aman-Jalil.
All these preparations foretold a long conversation. Aman-Jalil was ready for it, and Arif wasn’t in a hurry, waiting for something, sizing up, appraising… He took out a bar of Swiss chocolate, broke it into pieces, so hospitably offered it to Aman-Jalil that his legs started to feel cold.
– Well, tell me! – Arif quietly suggested.
– What do you wish to know? – Aman-Jalil agreed readily.
– How you killed Sardar Ali and the witnesses?..
Aman-Jalil’s vision darkened and his breath caught. "Death, death!" – pounded in his temples. He decided to go all-in.
– You, comrade, are obviously interested in the details?
– Not the details. Everything!… Who ordered it… well, you know everything yourself, – Arif grumbled angrily, lighting a cigar with a golden band "Havana."
– Sardar Kareem conducted his own investigation into Ahmed’s affairs, and Ahmed instructed me to deal with him. We didn’t intend to kill him, just wanted to squeeze his throat… I succeeded, you saw the photos, they’re genuine, but Sardar Kareem didn’t give up, rushed into the Emir’s palace. As you understand, if he had managed to pass the papers through Nadir to Iosif Besarionis, our one and only father and teacher, Ahmed would have been finished, and hence, me even earlier. No need to tell you, comrade, but this couldn’t be allowed. We were lucky. Nadir wasn’t home. We kept an eye on Sardar Ali all the time and got rid of him quietly: we rented rooms nearby, and in the morning, when he settled down and fell asleep, unlocked the door, chloroformed his face so he wouldn’t scream, and threw him out the window into the courtyard. A painless death, like in a dream.
– Why did you get rid of the helpers?
– One of them looked into Sardar’s papers, understood everything, he wasn’t a fool. Together with him, we had to remove three more.
– Not two? We only found two with him.
– The pilot of Ahmed’s private jet as well.
– Why him?
– We flew there as three, I flew back alone… He would have figured everything out as soon as he read the newspaper, we have universal literacy.
Arif looked intently at Aman-Jalil.
– Are we being listened to?
– No, boss, I removed all the recording equipment myself, expecting this conversation.
– Then listen carefully, your answer depends on my decision: did you destroy those papers?
– Am I crazy?
– Does Ahmed know about them?
– No!
Arif smiled for the first time.
– I wasn't wrong about you. Keep them ready, when I'm leaving, bring them to the train. You can tell Ahmed that you convinced me of his loyalty to Iosif Besarionis, dispelled all doubts, destroyed all slander and libel.
– Ahmed will be pleased!
– I think so!… Listen, how do you feel about Iosif Besarionis? Many people don't like him.
– The word of the leader is my law! His smile is a reward! If he says: "Kill your brother!" – I'll kill him.
– Well said! The words of a man… Soon, we'll test you: words are not deeds, and we need men of action… You've given me an idea… Though, it's not for you to know…
…When a month later Aman-Jalil reads in the newspaper a brief notice that the former ambassador of the country in the French capital, a traitor who refused to return home, was sentenced to death and committed suicide by jumping out of the window of his house, he will remember Arif's words…
Aman-Jalil carefully caught every look from Arif, but he leaned back in his chair tiredly.
– We're done for today. Send me those two little ones and… the rest.
Aman-Jalil went to carry out the high guest's order but was stopped at the door.
– Wait!… Take the photographs you left in the room.
Aman-Jalil returned. Arif handed him the photos, but as soon as Aman-Jalil reached for them, Arif held onto them and, looking him in the eyes, said:
– And the original tomorrow night! Can you bring it?
Aman-Jalil's calmness surprised even himself.
– I'll do the impossible for you.
He hid the photos and left. On his signal, wine and exquisite snacks were brought in. After the snacks, two plump girls followed into Arif's bedroom.
Aman-Jalil hurried to Ahmed. On the way, he concocted a conspiracy and decided to include Kasym among the conspirators.