Cleopatra. Novella. V. Speys

      Chapter-6

      Orth from the cognac drunk, was fast asleep. He dreamed of friends Hilt, Azon and Dumar, they were sitting in the bar of the capital of Lakia, a new city, which was built by the successor of the throne, the young President of Lakia, Tire. Near their table, beautiful girls were spinning. Friends vividly discussed the political events around their country, not paying attention to the priestesses of love. Suddenly their mobile phones began to sing in alarm. From this signal, Orth winced and opened his eyes. My head ached terribly. Consciousness returned with difficulty to him, and when glimpses of sobriety began to manifest, he suddenly was extremely surprised how he found himself in this strange bed. Then he remembered that the bed was his, and he was in the country Paradise Abode in the suburb of the capital of this country Shambhala in the school of the teacher of His Eminence Kshatr. Here he is trained to conduct operations on the outer surface of the Earth under the personal supervision of his Rule of the Curator Theo. Realizing where he is and why he is here, Orth is the first thing he decided, this will get rid of the headache. This could be solved by one single way to drink. He vigorously jumped from his bed and rushed into the bathroom. In the hiding-place there was no empty bottle or full bottles. Extremely dejected, the captain despondently left the bathroom with heavy thoughts about the teacher Kshatr. His gaze was still not quite sober from the clouded gaze, he found on the table a bottle of cognac on the scribbled scrap of paper, Kshatr handwriting. Orth quickly rushed to the table. There was a little cognac in the bottle at the bottom. Orth greedily seized it and took a sip of cognac from the neck, and drank the rest of the drink with two sips. The moisture instantly took off the headache, nausea and vile sensation from its morning hangover state. His head cleared, and his eyes fell on a piece of paper covered in small handwriting. Orth looked at the piece with disgust. Then, without reading, crumpled in his hand and threw a lump at the door. The paper, crumpled into a ball, hit the exit door, bounced off and fell onto the parquet floor. Orth, stupidly staring at the white lump. Curiosity prevailed, and he decided to read what was there. Picking up the crumpled note, Orth turned it around, smoothed it down on the table, began to read. There, in several lines, the teacher informed: “Cleopatra met with her named brother, whom I, like her, brought up and trained, he came to rest after fulfilling his mission, living with his family in a separate mansion not far from my school. Tomorrow at the designated time, I hope you, Orth, will be in perfect order.”