The fourth president. Vladimir Baranchikov
we are offering, even asking you to perform an operation that is familiar to a surgeon with your experience, and nothing more… Do you hear me?
There were no objections, so he agree, now is the time to cut off the way to retreat:
– Your verbal consent is enough for us. Do you agree?
The critical moment has come. In the recruitment scenario, there were two options: either consent after ten seconds, or (unlikely) pounces on Elena Nikolaevna with the desire to tear her into small pieces. Dekanosidze made it in ten seconds and squeezed out something like «yes». But the uncertainty did not suit his tormentor, and she demanded to confirm her word again, but more clearly and firmly, which was done. Irakli felt himself on the edge of a precipice, he no longer wanted anything: neither to hear her, nor to see her, nor to breathe, and even to live. He hated himself for his cowardice. Time has stopped, and let it continue to flow without me – these were the unspoken emotions of a morally shaken person. But professionals are professionals, and the next step was prepared for this case.
– We understand your condition and are trying to help you, but do not interfere with it yourself. For your safety and support, we will attach to you our employee, a young woman, a psychologist, by the way. She won’t disappoint you. Introduce her to Mom as your fiancee, stay with her overnight. She will accompany you and protect you from unnecessary accidents. Tomorrow you and she will come to the clinic, and we will bring the patient, Vasily Petrovich. And your new friend has a higher education and is also an interesting conversationalist. You can talk to her on any topic. My advice to you: relax, life is wonderful! Look at the world more optimistically! In my opinion, many men would envy you, – she said with a smile. The client matured, it took only forty, no, forty-two minutes. Now acquaintance:
– So, am I calling her?
– Yes – Irakli answered quietly. Elena Nikolaevna took her mobile phone out of her bag, contacted someone on the phone.
– You can envy someone, – Elena Nikolaevna predicted cynically. And out loud:
– Ask the administrator to let Tatiana come to us.
And now we need to take the final chords:
– Irakli Davidovich, pay a little more attention.
Elena Nikolaevna was watching him closely, and he met her gaze for a second – the gaze of a wounded animal deprived of freedom. She continued:
– It is necessary to withdraw all the videos of the office for today and give them to Tatiana. Of course, about everything – about the operation, about the patient and about Navalny, about my visit, about me, Tatiana, not a word to ANYONE. I repeat, no one. Not my mom, not my friends, not the police, not the FSB, not anyone. We sincerely don’t want you to get hurt. Do you understand me?
– Yes.
– What can be discussed: the usual things that happen in the prescribed manner in the clinic, including the treatment of Vasily Petrovich; by the way, sign a contract for two million and make this amount yourself. For everyone, he is an ordinary patient, there is no need to strain the staff too much – this may arouse suspicion. Behave naturally yourself, relax today, Tatiana will accompany you everywhere outside the office. Treat her like a bride – you have to get some kind of moral compensation! Your administrator saw me – send her on vacation for a couple of weeks from tomorrow, buy her a ticket to an exotic trip to the Dominicana, here is the business card of the travel agency. My husband visited there in March, he really liked it. By the way, is the receptionist your mistress? I mean, won’t this create obstacles for Tatiana?
– The former, … (pause), will not create, – it seems that Dekanosidze has become more accommodating.
There was a knock on the door, and on the threshold stood a young woman of about twenty-five, in a light summer dress and a frivolous straw hat with a ribbon matching the color of lipstick on her juicy lips.
Chapter 4. Fifteen days
Shortly before these events, on June 9, 2020, the magistrate of the Tverskoy District Court of Moscow promptly considered the accusation of the former deputy, hooligan academician V.P. Lomakin and soldered him the fifteen days of administrative arrest required by law to stay in the special detention center No. 1 on Petrovka street. The place is gorgeous, it’s not a sin to sit here, all cultural points are nearby: the Bolshoi Theater, the Central Department Store, the National hotel, the native Duma, and the Kremlin is also not far away. Upon arrival, he was issued, and not as strictly as in the Presidential Library, but the mobile phone and lighter were seized.
He got into a cell for twelve people – iron beds, three meals a day, there is no forced labor, sit and read books – consider that he is back in the reading room. Or in the sauna, that is, the thinking room. Why waste precious time? Concentrating, disconnecting, Lomakin entered a trance state, and the creative process, as they say, began again. Vasily Petrovich’s reasoning was based on the following logical chain: coronavirus – nanometers – nanotechnology – Rusnano – Anatoly Chubais – resignation – closed opening – appointment as special representative of the president – resignation. Unaccustomed to working with large amounts of information, and even in such conditions, it is very difficult. Lomakin leaned back on the cot, not in a hurry to make any hasty conclusions. His head was buzzing with incredible tension; our hero was subjected to severe trials in the name of humanity, over which the threat of a nasty covid pandemic loomed. He devoted himself to analyzing and compiling a chain of facts, he is free in his flight of thought, and no bars on the windows could prevent this. Each link stubbornly matured in Vasya’s brain all day (with a break for breakfast, lunch and dinner), and the next day was spent on building a neural bridge to another link, so that during the period of solitude eight links were connected, inexorably leading to a solution. Perhaps, if the term of imprisonment had been longer, there would have been more links, but this number also caused periodic overflow of brain activity, and only one thing helped – the iron will of the thinker. Suddenly, there was a persistent premonition that the truth was about to be revealed in the process of relaxation and complete fusion with the universal mind. A mixture of beer and vodka would be Vasily Petrovich’s reliable guide to the world of truth, and the more guides there were, the faster the journey to the shining peaks of knowledge would go. But jail is not a theater, there was no buffet, so he had to think dry, and thoughts rubbed against each other without lubrication, causing a strong grinding in his head. It is possible that these sounds no-no and burst out through the auditory passages, and the ears, as natural resonators, amplified them so much that the neighbors in the cell began to look strangely at Lomakin. But this did not bother the pioneer of science: he was no longer in this physical dimension and did not notice anything around. Suddenly something tickled in Vasily’s head, and all the obstacles receded at once, there was a straight, shiny road ahead to the snow-capped peaks, then the road went down somewhere, like an airfield runway, and Lomakin was already soaring in the sky, directing the flight of his wings to a shining circle in the blue firmament. In order not to disrupt the clairvoyance session, Vasily made a few more swings with his hands in flight. Flying closer, he saw that the circle had turned into a round revolving door, just like at the Angleterre Hotel in St. Petersburg, and there were no guards at the door, neither apostles from paradise, nor angels from the FSO. Strange… But there was no point in stopping, just go ahead! Just in case, Vasily took another sip for courage (and where did the vodka come from?) and took two steps towards the bluish glass. The door went somewhere to the side, the blue illumination turned on and a voice said:
– No entry with with a bottle!
– No entry with with a bottle!
He had to finish his drink (and it won ’t take long to get drunk – Vasily Petrovich automatically noted) and fearlessly enter the Other World. This visit through the national digital tax system of scanning and control of the consciousness of individuals became known in the charitable assistance fund Good Doctor.
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