I’ve brought you God!. Eugene Nomak

of vodka. – I love you all!

      – Here’s to you, Tamurach! God grant you the health to kill believers! – shouted Ruta.

      – Pun intended? – Eira sneered. – Let’s talk about practicing whispering witches.

      – Okay,“ the white witch put the phone down on the table, „Vince is late anyway. Listen. If you choose a special timbre, and on the throat bifurcation whisper poetry, necessarily with dactylic rhyme, such as «God», «Sergejenka», «twig», «cell», and the endings of rhymes should be with a fading amplitude, and the rhythm is constantly breaking, not allowing the subject to get used to the tact, you can directly change the cognitive paradigm of perception of reality. Hallucinations created by the subcortex of the subject’s brain are the most harmless thing that can happen to the subject. How does it work? First, you whisper something very close or even sacred to the victim, but with an intonation for unspoken fear. «Not resurrected» and «not crucified» is immediately clear about whom, but the denial itself a priori causes a protective reaction of the brain, forcibly putting the person into an alpha state. Further all the rest of the whispering motive is visualized by a person in a dream, not realizing that he is sleeping. Does that make sense?

      – A test subject? – Eira asked.

      – I’d like ten people,» Ruta looked to the left and up. – I’d like to practice.

      – Wouldn’t one be enough?

      – That’s the thing, it wouldn’t be enough. I’ve had more than one! I want to learn how to control a person’s behavior, not drive them crazy, and I certainly don’t want to kill them. So far, all I’ve gotten is negative results! All I can do is make a crowd think something nasty. And I want to rule! We have unallocated children in foster care. It’s the easiest thing to do with kids. I promise not to kill anyone.

      – Practice on Vince,» Tamura whispered, mimicking Ruth.

      The young witch jumped up on the table and hissed. Tamura instantly nudged the present and took a strong swing, stopping the sword right at Ruta’s neck.

      – What’s going on here? – came a stuttering male voice from behind.

      The witches looked at a young man in his thirties. The guy was clearly shocked by what was happening. With shaking hands he held a small black box wrapped with a golden ribbon.

      – «Left unbalanced,» Tamura said, pretending not to pay attention to the newcomer. Then she turned to the young man: «I was given a sword. Look at it,» she held it out to Vince, «isn’t it beautiful?

      – We made it for your right hand,» Eira said.

      – Well, I’ll work on it later,» she jabbed the blade at the box the young man had come in with. – Me?

      – What’s a pipidastre? – Boudicca was already getting nervous.

      – That’s why a right-handed sword should be balanced to the left hand? – Eira persisted.

      – What if my right hand gets chopped off! I’ll throw the katana on the mezzanine, right? Let it gather dust, huh? – Tamura turned to the boy again: «So it’s for me?

      – Yes, yt… For you,» he replied.

      – My boy was hiccupped to the point of hiccups. – The white witch came from behind to the boy, hugged him and kissed his neck, -Hello, kitty. Don’t pay attention to the elderly idiots,“ she took the boy’s hand and turned to the people sitting there, „this is Vince, my young man. Vince is an artist. He draws the subjects of famous works with a simple pencil.

      – Give me the present, Vince,» Tamura used her blade to hook the loop of the gold bow on the black box. – What do we have here? – She quickly untied the knot, opened the box, and pulled out a glass flask, sealed on both sides. In the flask lay motionless a huge insect with glossy straight folded wings and long whiskers. – Is it what I think it is?

      – It’s a Krasnoyarsk cockroach,» Vince answered. – From the infested borderlands. He’s in anabiosis. Or a she. I don’t know, to be honest. All I know is that you break off the tip and let air in. The cockroach will come back to life. There’s a special cut in the glass. That’s what the store said. Are you a collector?

      – Well, as a collector? – Tamura smiled, shook the cockroach onto the table and pulled off the glove on her left hand. – This is for Mitsu!

      Boudicca looked at the cockroach and began to howl.

      – «We’re going to go, out on the balcony for a smoke,» said Cataleya, picking Boudicca up under her armpits. – I’ll tell you what a pipidastrum is. – The witches got up from the table and slowly moved outside.

      – I’ve seen so many gruesome deaths, but I can’t bear to look at such things,» Snyt commented and turned away defiantly.

      The cockroach fell on his back and began to slowly wiggle his mustache. Then he jumped up, quickly oriented himself and ran to the edge of the table, where a model-looking girl with red hair was sitting. A spider immediately jumped out of Tamura’s sleeve and caught up with the cockroach in no time. It jumped on his back and began to knit a web around the fugitive. After a couple of moments, the cockroach gave up. The spider turned it over, climbed onto its belly, and looked at Vince for a moment.

      – Thank you,» the birthday girl whispered, covering her mouth with the palm of her hand.

      The spider slowly pushed its sting into the cockroach’s abdomen, piercing its web and the soft fabric of the insect’s shell. In pain, the cockroach let out a thin squeak, which changed to a wheeze after a second, and then simply subsided.

      – Every breath shall praise the one-eyed man! – The white witch whispered quickly.

      – That spider, does it live in you? – Vince looked clearly confused, not expecting this outcome.

      – Well, what kind of spider is it? – Tamura said affectionately, stroking the furry back of Mitsu’s meal. – It’s a harmless spider. He’s just a little boy. And cockroaches from the eastern infested territories are his favorite treat. – The spider finished sucking the liquid out of the dried and gaunt cockroach and hopped onto the back of her hand, then ran down her outer garment to the birthday girl’s face and sniffed at her nostril.

      – Vince, kitty, let’s get out of here. See, aunts are crazy,» Ruta took the boy’s hand and pulled him toward the exit. – Bye, girls! – she said without turning around.

      – We’ll go too,» said Cataleya, who had returned from the balcony. – We have work tomorrow. Thanks for the alcohol and the food. And here, I made you something too,» she pulled a metal dragonfly with mesh wings out of her purse. – It’s for evil eye and curses. You wear it on your belt.

      – Red, you took it off the corpse, didn’t you? – Tamura asked as she put it on her belt.

      – The owner is dead, but he’s not cursed. And as you know, death cleanses amulets. Besides, I know you like that kind of thing.

      – Nice girls,» Eira said, finishing her champagne.

      – I don’t know,» Tamura replied. – They’re boring. Predictable. Ruta’s cool. And Cataleya… Except for the amulets. She gave Ruta an arrow of love for her last birthday. Lucky her.

      – Yeah, lucky. She’s so lucky. As long as I’ve worked with her, I’ve never seen her like this. What happened to her last boyfriend?

      – When she was explaining the rhymes, she mentioned Seryozhenka for a reason.

      Eira opened her eyes wide, showing a look of surprise bordering on shock.

      – Uh-huh,» Tamura nodded. – She had a boy about thirty-five years old. He was macho, and they