Slowly and steadily the Jupiters began to fade and the audience, spirits and angels were gradually leaving.
*
The fall from the first celestial sphere was terrible, with the smell of mothballs, poverty, hopeless old age, like a moth curtain. Unbearable pain pierced his whole body. Instead of love and pleasure he saw the torture iron cabin. In one corner there was a sailor's double-deck bed, covered with not fresh dense ball color sackcloth.
A dancer was over thirty, she was smoking a slim expensive cigarette Sobranie Cocktail. Her nails and lips in dark were somehow orange like a soldering iron.
- Get up, dyed bitch - she yelled.
- Do you speak Russian?
- Nope!
He laughed.
"Here's another fine mess I've got myself in!" - he thought. "These snakes have smeared me, probably, with some powerful drug."
- Who are you, dear?
- Get up, you iron bastard!
"We have to change tactics" - thought Dux.
Suddenly she screamed frantically:
- Gycha-ah!
He started to remember something.
- Listen, do you know Verka Maeva?
Firstly, she looked at him indifferently then suddenly in her dull eyes appeared a warm spark. The lady suddenly remembered his first quarantine. It has been lasting three months. The teacher lowers her voice, her painted lips curved in a smile that turns into a wicked grin.
"You must learn to look pointedly and sexy, playing the role of a sex bomb. You should be able to cover the pen with the poison, inject through the windshield eraser some potion, rouse for an hour a vomitive reflex at the sentenced and squeeze out the enemy's eyes. Be able to jump like a monkey picking fruit, fall like a swallow, drinking water, and be able to defend yourself, like a virgin. "
- Are where you from here?
- I had an affair.
- How is she?
- Best of all.
- Does she work?
- No, she has two children, an oligarch.
- Well?
He looked at her testing. "I lose nothing by it," - he thought.
- Then say hello to Vasily Ivanovich.
Her jaw dropped. She paused for a moment, then dumped asked:
- Well. What do you want?
They spoke Russian.
- You seem to be Olivia?
- Nope.
- Help me to get out of here.
- It is unreal. You were filmed. You told everything. You were pumped with kilograms of cannabis extract.
- I thought so.
- I watched it. Alone.
- Skull?
- Yes. You are a completely perfect material.
- Are there other options?
- No. Usually, everybody is sent in the same direction.
- What, right here?
- Yes.
- So, don’t send me there.
- I can not. Of course, I would do it with pleasure. But you have already passed your door. Sorry Colonel!
Here she is again, grinned wildly, she screamed hysterically:
- Gyyyyyycha!
"A dolt" - he thought.
*
Colonel was the golden rule. Do not hurt, do not hit, and certainly not to kill women.
- Do not yell - he cried, as if he was cut, and jumped like a Minotaur, searching a way, absolutely naked and unarmed. She observed his senseless legwork with interest. One of the doors opened. And Dux rushed there.
After a while, he realized it was a trap. There weren’t other doors in that room, but in the depths there was a small structure, something similar to the ledge of the pool.
"Not that" - he breathed.
Colonel turned to the entrance. But there were already two of those grinning ordinaries, and the Russian woman between them.
"The Russians, as soon as they go abroad, often begin to sink each other," - he thought sadly.
He had several options left. One ordinary carried a rubber police Taser, the other one that that whip and Olivia had a gun with which they tame and euthanize monkeys.
"Cool", - he thought. "It is better go to fathers than to these group."
Dux calmed down.
The barrier and to he had to do just two steps to the death. Colonel shivered and shuddered.
*
He knew what would be the next. Black metal shutters will open. He was one of the few who knew the purpose of this terrible mechanism.
Dux remembered his reckless rural Siberian childhood. Once he with a gang of boys visited the far countryside with two dilapidated huts. The boys got into a big garden with a hole in the fence to play war games, throwing each other Ranetki, rotten tomatoes and unripe walnuts. They began to play, they used huge melons and pumpkins. Extremely loud double shot stopped their military action. The whole gang came to a stood still, having raised his hands having heard the shout, "Halt! Hands up. Angered hunched old man shook the shotgun and took the two boys to his hut. The rest ran away at a high speed. An old man for a long and tediously scolded children, calling them fascists, and then drank tea with honey, and gave them knapsacks with delicious plums. He told interesting stories: as, in 1912, being a boy, he had seen the Tzar and his string of carts, drank a century Crimean wine, became a big boss, probably, a military representative.
The boy sometimes visited the old man. From time to time the grandfather drank his own moonshine and told about the prison where he had been four times in sum thirty-four years. One boy asked the grandfather, for what he had been imprisoned, but he just kept silent. But once, having drunk three glasses of vodka, and probably felt the approach of his death, he told his story.
In the thirties, he was given the award for the newest effective long-dimensional invention. Molod said that for the night using that device one could destroy five hundred so-called enemies, and literally dissolve them in the dark Neva river. He showed a thick notebook with all sorts of schemes and explanations. A few days later the old man died.
The boy remembered these instructions. Then he was come with a search, he was asked about conversations with the old man. A beautiful security officer then said:
- Shut up or I strangle you!
It is surprising, that everything in this world resumes its normal course. Through the folds, he saw the outline of the niche, which he remembered from his childhood.
Colonel jumped.
The infernal machine droned, like a washing machine, and fifty seconds later it returned to the previous state. One of the ordinaries stood at the edge of this infernal machine with a philosophical look.
*
And then suddenly a chink of folds opened. From there, like in nightmares, appeared a hairy hand. The orderly wildly shouted, having paled with fear, shoving the terrible hand aside, but it was too late. The orderly shouted a little bit, calmed down. The infernal machine was, probably, automatic. The second nurse and the girl being completely shocked, afraid to move, called for the reinforcements. At the same time the security came. The guards advanced the Colts. The last orderly and Olivia timidly hid behind them, having aimed the guns. There wasn’t heard any sound.
- Do not move! Don’t cross the restrictive line! - ordered the orderly.
There was a deathly silence.
With signs the nurse ordered one of the guards to lie down and to crawl, and took his legs firmly. The guard came to the clear space. He couldn’t contain himself and shot into the slot. The shots rang out with a bang in the dark. The guards began carefully pulling down the curtain, illuminating the torches. But the niche was empty. They breathed with relief.
Olivia, in tears, rose whip and gave it to the second orderly. That was the only thing left from the orderly. Everybody stood still in a minute of silence. The guards left. The orderly asked Olivia to bring rum.
But something bothered him. While Olivia went for rum, the orderly again lay in front of the white square, turned on the torch and opened alternately the folds. In the corner of one side there was a hole through which the killer of the first orderly and got. This technique is almost invisible, the hatch was necessary for repairing the infernal machine.