Esotericist. Mind games. Nikolay Lakutin

I say, in St. Petersburg, too, want to earn and not very bad do it, playing on people's trust. Courses of graphology were not that "fake", but not even comprehensive by the standards of basic knowledge. Thus, the collection of terms, beautiful speech and several practical works available to anyone by means of the Internet. No doubt, bribed the performance of a famous personality Professor Anatoly Z. Stanikova in the first session, his temperament, tempo, manner of speaking, the ambition was literally infected the audience with the idea to learn the art of graphology, and the fuse gave up the slack for about half of the course when it became clear many of them wasted presence here.

      Perhaps because of the active outputs to the Board, expressed assumptions and a strong desire to know why came here on the eve of the completion of the course Smolin was invited to the Professor.

      – Smolin, Jacob D. – proclaimed Professor, laying aside my profile.

      – Hello, Professor, it's an honor to be in…

      – Come on in, sit down on any free place – interrupted he.

      In the office stood an oval table with the same chairs on all sides at the head of which was Professor. On the right and on left his hand in the corners stood massive chairs, remote from the table. Most likely they were in the nature of interior design of this room, it was clear and not sagging seats, despite the clearly advanced age of these rarities and nezaezzhennaya the floor under the legs of chairs.

      After going through the whole office, stopping near the chair on the right hand of the Professor and lifting him behind his back to bring closer, Jacob asked:

      May I?

      – Please – with a surprised smile and nodded to the Professor.

      Smolin pulled the chair closer to the Professor and sat by the large window.

      The Professor rubbed his eyes and with an embarrassed smile, said:

      – Yakov, you already managed to impress me during the training period, do not overplay, I hope you do not open the window and start Smoking your wonderful cigars, which you carry with you from the moment of arrival here?

      – Right – replied the student, although not going to do that. Smolin focused his eyes on the Professor.

      – Yakov, you came here from afar, showed good results and great interest. Sometimes, the best student of the stream, if any, I give the opportunity to ask me three questions, completely different subjects, to which the student could not find answers anywhere. I listen first!

      – Professor, the first question I would like to respond to, do not think for insolence, but the second and third I ask, for that matter.

      – Listen.

      – First question – would you like to have lunch? If not, the second question-how can I once again create a favorable environment for communication with you? Jacob held a forefinger in air a circle, and completed it at the ear, pointing to the possibility of wiretapping of the room.

      The Professor silently took the hand of an unusual student, turned it palm up, looked quickly and said:

      – Yes, perhaps, it would be possible to eat. Then pointed to the exit and five minutes later came out himself.

      ***

      In a cafe on a nearby street, where he ordered dinner. And umaw a few pieces of chicken, the Professor began:

      – You're a smart guy.…

      – You know, Anatoly Z. I clean interested not so much in graphology, how spirituality in General. Perhaps my data is not correct, but I have reason to believe that You, the master, and besides You here me hardly someone will help her to learn.

      – Why did you decide that I would help you in this matter? After all, your appearance in my office was completely planned, you deliberately staged this cheap performance to impress me and ask for what you're asking now, you had another chair prepared, and you wanted to sit on it, right?

      – Right, I wanted to, but the first chair from the entrance, which was prepared for me with a gift box concealed under the cover of the table I was not so interesting, as a personalized pen and notebook – this is not the limit of my dreams, but the opportunity to sit for free in an old chair, which was not destined to visit many And how do you manage to calculate everything, Professor?

      Professor Stennikov initially did not respond to issued conclusions, but after a short silence still growled:

      Heather, son of a bitch.

      The Professor took a few SIPS of coffee, something briefly looked over the window of the café, and then asked:

      – What do you want to achieve, what is the goal? Do you fully understand what you are asking? After all, people with esoteric knowledge able to apply them in practice sooner or later face the choice of whom to work for. Besides to solve in this case it is necessary not to you, and those who will come forward for you.

      – You mean the feds and the thugs, Professor?

      The Professor pretended not to hear the question and continued:

      – In practice, we know a lot of cases when it comes to the choice does not reach, and a person recognizing his environment, the true attitude of people, but elementary seeing a little more than available to the public simply does not have a further desire to continue life.

      – A, pardon, to you… – began, was, Yakov.

      – Don't ask, you know I will always give the same answer, better think about yourself. Your life is on the scale, decide on the Cup, and if you do not change your mind, on Thursday at nine in the morning I'm waiting for you at this cafe, you have three days to think, but if you still come – then please do not be late, I do not tolerate tardiness.

      Professor tossed on the table calculation and disappeared, leaving the head of Jacob foggy thoughts.

      These three days passed in utter indignation.... In my head one thought knocked another: