Weapon Of Olegov. Full version. Nikolay Lakutin

are familiar with.

      – Who's the one with the black glasses and the hood?

      – Your current boss. However, it may be the last. The choice is yours, as always. So far, you've made it right in one way or another.

      – Who are you?

      I'm Eldar. Just an ordinary man like you, but a little older.

      The appearance of this men are not very different in appearance from Anatolia.

      – How little, may I inquire?

      – Four hundred and twenty-eight years.

      ***

      On sea was calm. The sun was enveloped in warm not scalding rays. Along the coast of the Andaman sea passing into the Indian ocean walking pace were two people.

      – Ismat quite a long way along the same path on which you now are. He is in many ways a good fellow, has achieved certain heights in spiritual development. He was betrayed, framed, mocked, not heard and not understood. He endured for a long time, trying to transform the internal and external, calmly watch the world go downhill, he could not, but still at some stage broke. When the manifested abilities were strengthened, according to the law of attraction, fate brought him to the same guys as he himself, only younger in all senses. Seeing the rulers ' beastly grin, they decided to fight them in the same way. It was at this moment that we lost our inner struggle. The method is effective, do not argue. During the existence of the "Anima" a lot of "parasites" was sent to "the smelter". But the trouble is that in their place, they put their people. The system both worked and works. Much less damage is done to people and nature, but it is done. Well, either way, it's everyone's choice. Ismat and those guys with whom you spent these months – they are, in fact, not bad people, just another solution to the problem they do not see. And you see – concluded his speech the Eldar.

      – Why does he wear sunglasses and a hood? What is he afraid of and from whom is he hiding?

      – He's hiding from himself. Himself and afraid. Afraid of the world that still shakes inside. For many years, Ismat has not been able to feel the happiness he found during his spiritual formation. Now he has many opportunities, money, power … matter, in General. And something he still does, but the old beacon was lost, happiness is no more. So he closed himself and the world.

      They went silently.

      – The money that came to me then in my pocket. I thought they were planted by Ismat's men while I was out, taken care of, so to speak, or tried to bribe…

      – Money and card – this is my doing, by the way, it is no longer needed – I'll take it.

      Anatoly gave the card.

      – Girl-racer-also appeared not by chance in your life. She's thinking about you, by the way.

      Julia, right? The one who picked me up on the track?

      The Eldar nodded:

      – I've been looking out for you all this time, you needed a place to stay, a place to live, a place to live, a place to live, to think things through. I wasn't the only one following.

      – Yes, I know, Stas a long time literally lived in my anybody.

      – He still lives in it now. As long as I'm here, he can't get to the subconscious. If you want, I can give you a tool that blocks access from the outside, as well as signaling attempts to unauthorized entry. Ismat possesses this technology. It is problematic to get into his head, he himself is not shy in traveling to someone else's subconscious.

      – Will it cost me anything?

      – All the most valuable and important in this world is given free of charge. Only your permission, as in the case of once manifested in your abilities. You allowed yourself to believe in their existence and realization – and you got them.

      – Nicely. I say Yes.

      Eldar stopped. Took the hand of Anatolia. Carefully and warmly looked him in the eye.

      – Anything can be set as an impulse signalling an attempt to penetrate. A feeling of mild nausea, chills, specific dizziness, numbness in limbs, diarrhea with a smile said the Eldar.

      Oh, that's cool, but I'm afraid that in this situation, I from the bathroom out I will not.

      That's right. Interest in you subsides, moreover, is growing.

      – A hunk in the left little finger.

      – Like this?

      Anatoly instantly felt a slight ache in his left little finger manifested impulsively.

      – Perfectly.

      – Everything is ready – looking, has announced the Eldar work on the part of the configuration of the body is conducted through the Pineal gland. You learn to communicate with him, you can't do it yet.

      They walked a few steps.

      – Why am I here? – as if he himself deep in thought asked Anatoly.

      – You do important work, like me. Soon it will appear…

      Eldar politely backed away, it became clear that the audience came to an end.

      – What do I do? See you around? – I managed to ask Anatoly in the end.

      – You're doing the right thing. Live your life, she'll point you in the right direction. On account of our meetings – we meet again, if it be the will…

      Eldar's gone.

      ***

      Stas was sitting by the window with his eyes closed, fingering the rosary in his hands. The apartment was quiet, harmony, peace. But in a second he was blatantly and rudely disturbed by a very extravagant way. Stas immediately felt the raging flood poured ice water, God knows whence undertaken. Soaked from head to toe and managed to catch a feeling of chills, he came to. Before him stood Dean with an empty ten-litre bucket.

      – I told you not to get in my head, didn't I? Next time, it won't be water, it'll be acid on your head. You know I'm not kidding.

      – Dean, it was a necessary measure justified by the Stas. I can't understand anything. The chief has instructed me to visit every four hours the consciousness of our new friend, and report on the results that where as. He's unpredictable, so dangerous. And I've been trying to do it for fifteen minutes without success. You went to Thailand together. What's the matter? Why are you alone, where is she? I can't track his location, his thoughts, anything.…

      – I left him on the island, let him think a little about how to communicate with the ladies. Report, you say. Necessity, you say? You must have forgotten that the world invented cell phones and fortunately I have one. Call was impossible?

      – Have you seen your phone lately? When you turn it on, pay attention to the fifteen missed calls.

      Dean pulled out his cell phone, he was really off.

      – Okay, I'm sorry, but about the acid – you know, I'll do it. Look for other ways to communicate. But what happened to the Roofing is really interesting. But even more interestingly, I was also asked to report on it. I was just at the chief with the report when he blocked external influence. I knew it was you, even though he didn't say anything. I had a couple of hours to wander through the urban jungle, had lunch with a charming boy at his expense. Girls it is easier. Sat down, smiled, babbled some nonsense and it's yours.

      – Why are you doing this, you earn enough? – neponimayusche asked Stas, removing wet nepodatlivuyu t-shirt, lipnuvshuyu to body.

      – I earn normally, I just want to know whether I still keep the form.

      – Stinker.

      – Thanks – said Dean smugly. She went to Stas, pulled off his wet shirt, then passionately joined his lips, and then whispered:

      – I on island, I'll take a look, where there our Prodigy.

      Stas remained in the apartment alone.

      ***

      Barely a minute later, after the extinction of