Nikolay Lakutin - Quest. The Drummer's Soul. All the parts. Complete collection

"Bartholomew asked me to seduce you." He said that it was very important for him, that no one could do it until now, and I could easily do it. I didn't have to sleep with you, the main thing was to provide dirt. I really don't know why. Everything was recorded through a beacon and shot on cameras from the agreed points, so I immediately settled on the couch in the field of view. I agreed to this because I like risk, intrigue, and competition. Bartholomew played on this. Sorry…

I still can't believe that he is a hundred-year-old man with esoteric knowledge.

"One hundred and thirty-seven isn't a big number, but I know you don't like to know that."

"Tell me about those who have lived in the same body for a thousand years."

– There's nothing very interesting about it. Well, people live a little longer than everyone else…

"A little longer?" This is not seventy years, nor ninety! A thousand, I'm sorry…

"There are more, but that's not the point. What matters is not how long you live, but how you live and for what.

"Yes…

– People who live for centuries and millennia in the same body are usually representatives of the heads of families, there are not many of them. Those that mere mortals can't reach. Much more correctly in this way do those who practice conscious reincarnation. Changing the body, the place of residence, parents, relatives, friends… the whole history of man… All ends are entered, as they say. A person dies, a new person is born. No one knows him, but he knows everyone.

– Abruptly… You know them?

– Know… Gideon said thoughtfully…

They came to the highway.

– Here and we'll part, – quietly and very respectfully sounded voice guy.

"We won't meet again?"

"The ways of the Lord are inscrutable, so… who knows…

"You know! Now I don't even doubt it.

Gideon only smiled and nodded in the direction of the road from which the car was approaching. The girl looked in the direction indicated, nodded in agreement with the sadness of the inevitable parting in her eyes, but when she turned back, she found herself standing alone on the highway. There was no one around in the area of visibility that stretched for many kilometers, only a bright yellow car was racing in the distance, which gradually slowed down as it approached the shapely silhouette of a girl in a bright red dress.

***

– What is happening now in the Keel nebula, such processes are issued by the "Blue Dwarf", shines as never before.

"Yes," said Tikhon, pouring out a second Cup of tea, " I often see it in the southern sky." It really shines beyond the limit.

Isaiah looked at the other man with an admiring gaze, took a SIP, then said, leaning back on the sofa.

"I can't stop admiring your choice, Tikhon. And you picked a very good place. Nowhere is the development of life and honor more evident at the present moment than on Earth.

– Yes, I did not lose the choice of place.

"I've watched you make your choice several times. It is easy to reason outside the system, and very entertaining to watch, but only outside the system. When you are inside it, "life" very often outweighs all that we really are. I was very aware of this when I was in human form. This is not only observed on Earth.

"I remember it from the Phaeton.

"It was a beautiful planet. But it was in the same solar system, and I'm talking about others, those in other galaxies. Where three or four suns give life to their planets, where there is no sun at all.

"I've heard of places like this, maybe I'll visit again."

– At your current level of consciousness, you can do it right now.

"I can, but I won't."

"I knew you'd say that." I'll take another wheel?

"At least two!"

Isaiah helped himself. They were silent for a while.

– Blows of fate… how accurately you managed to translate them into music. People can hear you… Isaiah said amiably again.

Drummers – this is a special creators. Very few people know what is really behind each stroke of the master's wands.

"You're right, it's only a few people. At least it was before you.

"I bring to this world not only certain vibrations, but also feelings.

"I can hear you far beyond Earth, believe me.

– Believe.

"Or do I know?"

"One doesn't interfere with the other."

– Rather… Your rhythms excite not only people, I often hear discussions among "their" on your account.

– Well, I hope this is a positive discussion? At least for the most part?

– What's positive for you?

"I sometimes forget who I'm talking to.".. you're right. The fact that my rhythms deserve the attention of the "brothers" is already a great thing.

"What you do is a great thing in itself, and the way you do it is admirable. I admit I'm one of your fans.

– Unless the observer does not have to be neutral?

– I'm in a human body now, so let's put my sympathy down to production costs.

– You can write off a lot of things.

Isaiah smiled. Tikhon smiled back, then leaned back on the sofa and asked:

"You didn't come just to sing my praises, did you?"

– Naturally. You do your job, I do mine.

– What did the observer see in my actions that requires correction?

– I wouldn't call it that fundamentally…

"And yet?"

"I wouldn't recommend that you leave town right now."

– Is my project flawed in some way?

– The scheme is very precisely verified, there are no questions about it, the matter is different.

– Bartholomew?

– Yeah.

– He has already settled in this place for a long time, is it worth making adjustments because of him?

"This time, Yes.

– Is it activated?

Isaiah threw up his hands.

"Really?"

Isai nodded.

Well, finally. The signal is received. Thank you, Isaiah. Always happy to see you. Okay, so we'll play the fork again.

"Maybe more than once," Isaiah corrected.

"Maybe more than once.".. Tikhon agreed with a glint in his eyes, the light of which Isaiah noted as a novelty.

Still, after all, such a glow in the eyes of Earthlings he had not seen before, and civilizations for which such a light is the norm, are tens of thousands of light years from Earth…

***

– Hello, Teacher, – with these words to Bartholomew entered one of his confidants, Tao.

"How did it go?"

– At first everything went according to plan, the girl quite simply got into the house and got down to business. I chose a good location, the cameras recorded everything. But at a certain point, something happened. When it became obvious that Gideon had solved our puzzle, I gave the go-ahead to the automatons.

Bartholomew listened intently, looking intently into Tao's eyes.

– The RIOT police know their business, which is why I connected the Colonel to this issue. They riddled the house, leaving no chance of escape.

"I know that Gideon is still alive, and I can feel him, and he is somewhere near. Stop beating around the Bush, why hasn't the task been completed? the Abbot said sternly, but with restraint.

Tao put the briefcase he had been holding on the table, opened it, and took out the girl's belongings.

– This is all that's left of Tatiana. It was as if Gideon didn't exist at all. Here are the recordings from the beacon and the video recording.

"To hell with this mischief, you know that the so-called dirt was just an excuse to get the girl to act and distract the target."

"That's right," Tao agreed, " but a curious thing has come to light. There is no video recording, not a single frame in which Gideon was caught. And the recording from the beacon during listening showed only the girl's voice, although we clearly heard his voice at the time of recording and understood everything that happened there before the attack.

"All right, leave the material here, and you can go."

"Will there be any new instructions, Master?"

– And the point is to give them to you if they are not fulfilled…

Tao lowered his head guiltily.

"I'll call you later." Stop!

The assistant paused in the doorway.

Analyst: where's he going? He met Tikhon, didn't he?

– Met. Now decides the consequences of the meeting.

The Abbot chuckled:

"Did our firstborn give him a hard time?"

– I melted the car into two parts. It was a new car. Well, I went to choose a new one.

– Clearly. Call him, let him look in tomorrow, have a conversation.

"All Right, Teacher.

The man went out, and Bartholomew went to the case and took the girl's blouse and held it to his nose. He sniffed something for a long time, then put it back and said:

"So he dragged you.".. It turns out that the girl is alive, and now she knows everything about me… Offensively…

The Abbot activated the recording from the listening device. There was no interference at the time of Gideon's remarks, so no silencing devices were used.

"You've learned a lot, kid… A lot of things, "Bartholomew whispered in exasperation," but I didn't sleep either.

He took a couple of steps away from the briefcase with things and notes, snapped his fingers, and in a moment everything that Tao had brought was scattered on the table in a pile of dust.

***

After Tikhon sent his greetings to Bartholomew, Vahe visited several car dealerships, looked after a new car, and while managers were preparing documents for the deal, he decided to remember his youth.

– How long will it take to process the documents? he asked the girl with the badge.

"About twenty minutes." We'll do it, and you can have a Cup of coffee in the second-floor canteen. As soon as everything is ready, I will come to you.

"Thank you, I'll be gone for about thirty minutes, don't waste it." Can I pay now?

– No, no, after all the formalities are signed.

– Nicely.

Vahe left the car dealership and went straight to the bus stop. In an expensive suit, a watch for several thousand dollars, the scent of a chic perfume from a limited series of the brand known in narrow circles, he immediately attracted the attention of fellow travelers waiting for transport. Envious and uncomprehending glances surrounded Vahe, but this did not bother him in the least.

A small commercial bus appeared at the turn.

"Seventy-six," he said to himself, marking the route number as a landmark, since it was in 1976 that he came under the influence of Bartholomew, received the knowledge, the necessary experience, and then the opportunities.

There wasn't a lot of free space on the bus, but Vahe squeezed in and even crawled into the middle of it.

– For travel, we pass who entered! – tired smoky voice made itself felt conductor.

The bus started. The newly entered passengers struggled to reach their pockets to count their fare.

"They came in again!" the conductor said in a nasty, insistent voice, fixing a mocking, gloating look in Vaga's eyes.

– Can I get two stops for free? I didn't take the money, " Vahe answered the conductor's gaze, clumsily holding on to the rail, completely forgetting how to ride public transport.

"No, you can't! Forgot money-go on foot, – savoring the benefit of the situation, the lady minted, and, turning to the driver, asked, – Dim, stop, you need to drop off one.

The driver pulled over to the curb and opened the door.

– Well, quickly, do not delay! the conductor was rude.

Vahe didn't move or even look at her.

– Man, I'm talking to you! Skip the "hare" in costume! the lady persisted.

The passengers began to smile. Vahe's lips also stretched into a smile, but it was not a kind one.