Palmist. Books 1,2,3. Tsvetana Alеkhina
Sultana, who was mourning her father, was obsessed with revenge, she so wanted to take revenge, or even destroy her tyrant, who had done to her and her father what she is going through now. But Sultana understood that she had almost no chance of salvation. She had not spoken to anyone since arriving in Moscow, she did not know the language, no one contacted her, there were three days left before her performance, and all these days she had to stay locked up. One of these days, Amir went to the morgue after studying, he accepted this invitation with pleasure, not expecting it from himself. When he entered the morgue building, he immediately smelled death and felt sick. The morgue is a creepy place. Moreover, this applies to people with supernatural abilities. It seemed to Amir that he could hear the voices of the dead, or even see souls walking along the corridor. But moments later, the visions disappeared. – Don’t be afraid. Said the guy. – We should be afraid of the living.
– «You’re right. Amir looked around in horror, not daring to go forward.
– «You’re going to have to go through this anyway. They will take you to the morgue anyway. All students go through this.
– I know. Somehow, I am not ready.
– It is better to step over yourself right away. This guy was acting so naturally. He was just born to work in the morgue. Amir got the impression that he came to the museum for a tour. This guy was acting so lively. He was always saying something. – Look at me. He said, and passed his hand over himself. – I have been working part-time here at night for six months, and nothing, I am used to it.
– Are you working part-time? So it’s a side job for you.
– Yes. Everything suits me. And the money is good. I am my own boss. Shut down and work. And you can’t please the living.
Amir bit his lower lip. – Now I fully understand why girls run away from you. Amir was scared to be with this guy in the morgue. And he, not daring to go any further, took a few steps back.
– Where are you going? Do not be afraid to come in. It is easier to work here at night. There are no bosses.
– No thanks. I will come on this tour with my guide and a group.
– Are you scared? I do not bite. You said something to me about my girls. So why are they all running? Amir has already taken a determined step towards the front door.
– Lets not do it today. I am not ready today. And taking a decisive step, he opened the door.
– I hope we will see each other again.
– Absolutely. With these words, Amir left the morgue building and walked with a quick decisive step to the metro station.
– Well, how was the meeting with a friend! Lyosha uttered these words with interruptions, between each word he laughed with restraint.
– What is so funny? Amir asked in all seriousness. At the same time, he himself restrained laughter.
– Nothing. That is why I am asking.
– Morgue, this is actually a serious excursion. She needs to be taken seriously, and that is why you are coming with me next time.
– How is that?
– That is it. I am afraid of my new friend. I wonder why girls run away from him!
– «He probably takes them to the morgue on their first date!» Friends laughed at the poor guy for a long time. – Why should we go there at all?
– «I don’t know. For some reason, it skidded. Let us go together while they invite.
– Okay, come on. Let us go to the restaurant first, and then to the morgue. The restaurant is more interesting. There are live girls there!
– You are all about your own.
On the opening day, the restaurant was lively and many people crowded around the entrance. As already mentioned, all the tables were ordered and even more, there were those who just wanted to come during the performance, and since there were no empty seats, the audience watched the performance standing up to watch the dance. Lyosha and Amir arrived earlier to enjoy oriental cuisine and an oriental-style interior. I must admit that this host was generous, and did not skimp on the interior and treats for guests. Everything was decorated with exquisite taste and chic. The menu of this restaurant was also designed with taste, and fully corresponded to the interior of the cafe.
– And here the truth is like in a fairy tale.
– Yes, but be careful with Oriental women.
– Thanks for reminding me. Lyosha was looking around animatedly. It was his first time in an institution decorated with such a subtle oriental taste.
The musicians were already ready to play their instruments. They were sitting in their seats. The uniform of all employees of the restaurant was also in the Oriental style. It was something medieval, reminiscent of the period when men wore dresses. The waiters and cooks were men. There were two waiter girls, they served certain tables, and they were forbidden to talk to customers. Alternatively, they just did not know the language. The ceiling was painted with a fine oriental painting, and Lyosha just went into himself admiring this beauty. But the most important highlight of this restaurant was that the tables were in Oriental style, and the guests were sitting on pillows. It was a surprise for the guests, the guests found out about it when they entered the restaurant. This highlight was surprisingly exciting, and the guests were simply delighted. The seats were occupied, the musicians played their instruments, and after making a pause, the owner of the restaurant came on stage. After greeting the guests, he congratulated the guests and himself on the opening and left. The musicians continued to play and there was a performance on stage, several numbers were presented before Sultana came out.
When Sultana came out, complete silence reigned in the hall. She created an atmosphere of rigor and at the same time, she quickly captivated with her rhythm. Everyone looked expectantly at the girl whose face was not visible. Sultana felt like a fish in water. And thanks to the fact that her face was not visible, no one knew what she was feeling right now. In fact, it was her last dance and the last hours of her life. Sultana had several performances and all took place with interruptions. At the very end of the dance, she took off her headscarf and showed her face. Lyosha and Amir’s table was not far from the stage and Amir was able to see the girl’s face in close-up. A shiver ran through his body and it seemed to him that they were familiar. – Strange, where did I see her?
– Do you know each other?
– No. But I have a strange feeling. Lyosha grinned and said nothing.
The next two dances Sultana danced with an open face, it was a dance with a sword and a dance with a candlestick on her head. The audience applauded standing and those who did not have enough seats did not want to leave. Amir was also in no hurry to leave, and they sat until closing time.
Nobody wanted to leave. All the guests did not even get up from their pillows and most of them booked their tables for the next performance.
– When is the next performance?
– If I am not mistaken, three days a week, Thursday, Friday, Saturday.
– That is, tomorrow?
– Yes. Tomorrow. What happened to you? You got a crush on the Sultana.
– Sort of.
– I will order a table.
– Thank you. I will pay for the treat.
– So I do not mind. With these words, they left the restaurant and went home.
By his origin, Arthur had Arab roots, which is why he had such a subtle and rich oriental taste. He had been accustomed to money since childhood, and this habit of getting rid of people originated in him since childhood. Arthur had a younger brother, the children grew up with their father, since their parents divorced, and the children belonged