But it's interesting: Mechislav improvised or planned all this in advance? He could have done both. What did he say? That he didn't want to stay in my memory... a rapist? Something like that? It's hard to think when you're not just... so, let's not talk about sad. Let's get back to the beginning of this conversation. What didn't I actually know? What did the vampire tell me?
After we broke up and didn't have time to discuss half of what was planned, he had to warn me again about the IPF. Okay. It happens.
I should've told him the stylists were coming. I didn't like that much better. But it's hard to deny vampire rightness. Something our American presidents don't see in fucking jeans and old shirts. On the contrary, if you sell their suits, you can pay a year's pension to all the war veterans. And I should look just as good.
Even though I don't want to.
But I have to agree with a vampire. And do what he wants. And be awfully careful with both the IPF and Ramirez. I wonder what Rokin's past history was. But Mecislav is clearly not going to tell it. And if I ask very much, I will not like the payment. I mean... I'll like it, but it won't work. And I can't wait to tell it, just to tell it. That's right. Well, not a bastard, huh?
I rubbed whiskey and stared at the big clock on the nightstand next to the bed.
Yeah, it's almost noon. I didn't get much sleep. I didn't get much sleep. But I have no choice. These sadists will be here soon. I mean, stylists, makeup artists and all kinds of creeps.
I just don't want to do anything! I don't want to dress up, I don't want to make up, and I don't want to talk to vampires...
Slava, you bastard, you won't pay me for this!
On the other hand - would I do the same thing again?
Yes, you would.
And I understand that very well.
You bastard. You bastard. You bastard. But he's my own brother. And he'll pay full price for treason. Valentin has very clear ideas about what's good and what's bad. Leaving your family and not letting yourself know for nine years is a bad thing. It's bad to run for help only when your ass is stuck, too. Using your sister's body and mind (the younger one, i.e. potentially in need of help and protection!) to pay for your sins is even worse. And in general. I remember my mother howling when Slava disappeared. At least I would have written to her. At least two words. "Alive. Hi. Go to..." Didn't even do it. Why worry about your kid? And to bury him, though mentally, is not easy! You should be punished for pranks like that against your mother. I sighed and turned to my stomach. Who said that Slaveka would be well? Yes, he'll be with his daddy, but Valentin won't defend them much. By the way, we need to talk to Nadjuska about the ceremony and about Klara. Will she say something to me about it?
I snorted a snort and got out of bed. Shower. Breakfast or dinner, who likes it. And go to the phone.
The program was only a third complete. Before I could shower and change into normal clothes instead of pajamas, the door rang. I had to drag and open it. Oh, shit!
The morning didn't start sugar-coated.
* * *
- Who's there?
- Julia? It's Rokin. Konstantin Sergeyevich.
I instantly opened the door.
It was really IPFovets, as cheerful and fit as the last time we met. The impression was disturbed only by the blue circles under the eyes and crumpled cheeks with two-day bristles.
How long has he been awake?! And he hasn't eaten?
- Come in. Did you get my message?
- Yes. And I thought I'd stop by early in the morning.
- Or from later tonight? - The blue circles under his eyes were so big, it made sense to talk about eyes above the circles.
- Doesn't matter.
But I already had the eternal female instinct to feed, drink, bathe... and eat.
- Konstantin Sergeyevich, I haven't had breakfast yet, so you join me. No objection?
It was announced in such a categorical tone that the IPFovec could not resist snorting.
- Yulia, I have a night job, you know.
- You have a very nervous job, you bastards.
With these words, the colonel sprayed in a smile. Hopefully I'll realize my delusions and rush under the wing of the IPF? You're excited early. You can't wait, parasites! Something told me that the IPF is full of parasites and bastards, too. That's the profession. I'm joining the IPF. So what? Vampires aren't going anywhere in my life, so it's going to double the number of bastards. What am I, a kamikaze, willing to put my head in a noose?!
- Come in, Colonel. Do you know where the bathroom is? Wash your hands.
- I know. Now, just a minute...
- Don't take off your clothes. Come in with your shoes on, Konstantin Sergeyevich. What can I feed you?
- Come on, Julia Yevgenyevna. I'll take care of it.
- So broth, sandwiches, cutlets. I can't promise real coffee, but I'll tell you the instant coffee. You can't argue.
- Yulia, you...
I sighed, and then I just pulled the colonel's hand.
- Schnelle, schnelle... I'm not saying a word with you anyway until I feed you lunch. Or will it be dinner for you?
- Yes, it will. Feed me if you don't leave me alone otherwise.
- You'd think I called you first! You're the one who found me, so you can start.
- Oh, did you? Julia, what's going on in town? What kind of force action is the Prince planning and against whom?
I quickly set the table and moved a big broth to Konstantin Sergeyevich.
- Start with the broth, and then have some sandwiches. It's hard to explain.
I've already decided what I'm going to tell Rokin. Only part of it. About my brother. It's not pathetic.
- Well, is it?
- You know I have a brother?
- Yes, I know you do. But he left home.
- And he'd go to hell with the horns. That's not pathetic. But this freak just showed up at my house.
- So what?
- So, along with the paddy that it, the ugly thing, fell in love with. I mean, to the point where it's completely lost its already weak brains.
What's a Paddy, Rokin knew as well as I did. He shook his head, and then raised his eyebrows.
- That's just part of the story, right?
- You'll hear the rest when you turn off all the tape recorders.
- Yulia, what dictaphones?
I snorted and pulled out of Vadim's box a present for March 8th. The red light bulb was flashing brightly on the tricky instrument.
- And did you see this?
- Yulia, do you know how much this toy costs?
- It won't go broke. So are we talking for life or for broth? Isn't it very successful? And not too fat?
Rokin realized I wasn't kidding, so he pulled two tape recorders out of his pockets. Then he defiantly pressed the buttons. And the red light bulb went out. I nodded.
- Well, there you go. Slava's up to his ears in love with that paddy. And that madman never had a moment. You know what a paddy is.
- I know. Poor people.
- Doesn't change things. This ram couldn't see his beloved wiped feet, and two idiots just decided to run!
Rokin shook his head. He knew as well as I did how these things work, moving from pack to pack.
- They got caught up, tried to get them back, and the two fools started shooting back. And they won, on their heads and mine.
- And they came to you for help?
- For a ticket to Australia. What was it like?
- You'd better get a ticket to the moon.
- They'd better be sent there right away. Or for the ears and the sun! And now I've got problems above the roof. We must somehow settle the dispute with the owner of the Padi, pay for the insult - or not pay for the insult, but for the rude... Guess who in our city can listen to all this evil?
- And what did he ask you to do?
- A lot. A weekly supply of blood and force.
- That's all?
- Not everything to me, but a lot. You know how I'
ve been living for six months.
- I know. Yulia, why didn't you come to me?
- Because she's going down. And I owe something to Mieczysław. If they were to deal with them, they'd drag me into it. Earlier, later, everything would come to the same denominator. So what's the point of involving the IPF as well?
- We'd be happy to help you.
- And we'd ask for as much as Machislav.
- Julia!
- No need, Konstantin Sergeyevich. I know you, but I know your work too. It's not for nothing that I'm writing your magazine.
Rokin methodically destroyed the cutlet, which is the sixth. I love it when people eat well, they have better blood taste.
- You're right, Julia. But we are human beings, and they are evil.
- So what?
- So they're dangerous to people.
- What's most dangerous to people is stupidity, ignorance, religiosity and bigotry. And it's in your organization that all these qualities are instilled.
- Julia!
- Don't, Konstantin Sergeyevich. I saw your psychic.
- Then you understand that we treat her as her psychological type requires.
- And I would be provided with the most civil conditions - within strict limits and on a leash. I can't do that. You see, Mechislav also demands my freedom, but it's only possible! - I can either find another way or keep my soul. And if I come to the IPF, it will be impossible. As a matter of principle. And you pay like vampires: for entrance - soul, for exit - life. And I can use both for now.
- You're making a huge mistake, Julia.
- It's possible. But it's my mistake and my sadness. And it was my beloved who was a vampire. I will never, ever be able to hunt them like wild animals. I loved Daniel. I loved him too much.
- You know, he would have betrayed you, sooner or later.
I melancholy weighed a chopping board on my hand. They say that's how they broke heads...
Rokin took a hint.
- I'm sorry, Julia, but you know they're not people. They're evil. Undead. Night creatures.
- Maybe that's why they didn't do perestroika, democracy and publicity.
- You're twitching.
- So what?
- So, Julia, I'm offering you again the help and protection of the IPF.
- I refuse once again. In the essence of the case, I've devoted you to details and I do not know ... what else?
- Yes, a lot of things. Like that kid who came to see you yesterday afternoon.
- Why, did something happen to him?
- Not yet. But actually, you're putting the boy in serious danger.
- If I'd known that before.
Rokin had a snort.
- Julia, are you sure what you're saying?
- That I haven't really thought about the consequences of my action? Yes, you have.
- And the fact that your lover is in no danger?
Yes, of course he is, but can you admit it? You'll rip my head off! I tried to get away.
- He's not my lover, he's a one-night stand sparring partner.
- Does your... friend who works nights know about it?
- I suppose he already does.
And I even got one for that. But then again, not admitting it, right? Especially to the IPF!
- And you think you can get away with it easily?
- Well, hell knows. You know, I don't know this friend enough to make that kind of prediction.
- And you're taking that risk?
- I'm sure your agency won't hurt me if you do.
- I wouldn't bet a lot of money on it.
- And I'm not gambling at all. I'd survive.
- I hope you can do it.
- Yeah. You know, I hope so, too. What haven't we talked about yet?
- The auras. I brought you the auras magazines. But I'm not giving it back for free.
- And what do you want from me?
Shit, what kind of guys are we talking about? They wouldn't rush to their knees and offer a woman everything she needs, like a car, an apartment, a dacha in Nice, a magazine about paranormal phenomena and half a dozen noodles in their ears, so they start bargaining. Then the vampire tried, now this...
- Soon Reverend Alexius will come to our town.
- So what?
- He'll be lecturing to a closed circle of participants. I want to suggest you go there.
- And what kind of lectures?
- About paranormal forms. You're gonna love it.
- Okay.
- Well, first, I brought you a disk to load. Try to hear it. This is his performance three years ago.
- Okay. I'll listen to it. And the magazines?
Rokin put his hand in the inner pocket of his jacket and took out a thin magazine issue and a disc.
- We only had one issue out. I hope you give it back to me later.
- Oh, no problem. I'll open it and give it back to you. Thank you.
- Aura's a pretty complicated subject at all. If only because few people can see them completely.
- Is that so?
- Yeah. And read them too. And if you only see a piece of the aura, you get a distortion of information. It's just useless.
- Okay. All right, I'll read the magazine. Thank you so much.
- You're welcome. Thank you for buying me dinner. You know my phone.
- Good-bye?
- No "goodbye"?
- Everything will come back, and if it comes back, we'll live.
- The question is, how do we live?
- More like not how, but with whom.
I was laughing in my voice when I closed the door behind Rokin.
What a lousy man.
* * *
I started, of course, with a magazine. The disc went to the table. I'll look at it later. Not in a hurry.
The definitions of the aura themselves were almost the same as those given to me by Mečislav and Vadim. I missed them and went to the flowers...
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Red
Red means strength, vivacity, energy. However, interpretation, as in other cases, depends on shade and relationship with other colors. Dark red means passion and is a sign of an unbalanced nervous system. Such people like to dominate others and act decisively. Usually this shade is found in the primus, the leaders of the pack. But the light red is more typical of a nervous, impulsive, very active person, inclined, perhaps, to egocentricity. Pink or coral means immaturity. It is usually present in young people, and if seen in the aura of an adult, it means prolonged infantilism and childishness and focus on his own person.
The right shade of red indicates good leadership skills. The people leading the way had a lot of pure red in the aura. A particularly pure shade of red with a bright yellow edge shows the crusader - a man who always strives to help others. In the killer's aura, however, red has a brown hue. A pure red border or red tongues coming out of the organ show that the organ is in good health. Some of the leaders of mankind had a lot of red around their faces, but unfortunately a lot of red had unpleasant shades.
An unpleasant red - a dirty shade or too dark - indicates a bad or evil character. Such a person is unreliable, feisty, insidious, trying to live off others. Dull red always indicates nervous excitement. A man with bad red can be physically strong. Unfortunately, a person can be physically healthy and be bad.
Killers always have the lowest shades of red in their aura. The lighter the red (lighter does not mean cleaner), the more nervous and unstable the person is. These people are very mobile and usually self-centered. The red colors around their organs show their condition. Dull red, the more brown, slowly pulsating from the organ, indicates cancer. You could say that cancer has developed or is just beginning! You can foresee which diseases will affect the body in the future, and take the necessary measures. This will be one of the most useful applications of aurotherapy in the years to come. Stains, flashes of red on the jaw indicate toothache, rare pulsations of dim brown in the halo ind
icate the dentist's fear.
Scarlet usually warns of excessive self-confidence, that one loves oneself too much. It's the color of false pride, pride without cause. The scarlet colour around the thighs shows women who sell love for money. They are really scarlet women. Such women, as a rule, are not interested in sexual intercourse as such, for them it is only a way to earn a living. So, vain, smug people and prostitutes have the same colour in the aura. Old expressions such as "scarlet women", "blue mood", "blush", "black melancholy", "green with anger" and so on - do they not show that the mood of a person is reflected in the aura? Obviously, the people who invented these expressions clearly or implicitly saw the aura.
The group of red colors also includes pink (do not confuse with coral), it indicates immaturity. In teenagers, pink dominates over other shades of red. In adults, pink indicates infantile and unreliable. Brown-red, which looks like a raw liver, indicates an evil, nasty person, one of those better to avoid, for they can bring bad luck. If such a colour is seen near an organ, then that organ is sick; if it is a vital organ, then the person is likely to die soon. If red is visible at the end of the breastbone, it means that the person has a nervous breakdown. Such people should restrain their activity and lead a more balanced life if they want to live happily ever after.
Orange
Very often red is mixed with orange so that it is impossible to distinguish them in the aura. Orange is the color of vitality, the sun. It's a good color in general, indicating a thoughtful, attentive attitude towards others. Again, you have to remember the shades.
Golden-orange is the color of vitality and self-control, while brownish indicates ambition and carelessness. Such a person may be depressed about something, but most often it is a sign of laziness.
Yellow orange is also desirable, it speaks of self-control and many other virtues. Brown-orange shows a sluggish, depressed, lazy man who "doesn't care". Brown-red also indicates kidney disease: If it is above a kidney and has bluish gray teeth, it indicates kidney stones.
Orange with a shade of green indicates that a person likes to quarrel for the sake of a quarrel, and when you develop to such an extent that you can see shades of color, avoid quarrel with such people, for for they are only white and black, they do not understand and do not want to understand shades and halftones of anything, whether it is knowledge, opinion or color. People with greenish orange in aura argue endlessly just for the sake of the argument itself, not caring whether they are right or not, for them there is only a dispute.
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