ear to ear, but obeyed and walked out the door. He stood with his back against the door and raised his eyes to the ceiling. Elena herself did not expect such a surge of emotional incontinence from herself. Somewhere deep in her soul, she was embarrassed for the stupid lieutenant, for his tactless behavior. But on the other hand, that he should run to her with a bouquet of roses and kneel to beg for a date.
“You want a lot, girl,” – she only had time to think, as there was a timid, barely audible knock at the door. – Come in! – the door creaked, and the lieutenant stuck his head through the gap:
– Sorry, but I need to talk to you.
– Are you here again?! We have nothing to talk about, Elena protested resolutely, wiping her tears with a handkerchief. “If you don’t leave this minute, I’ll call the outfit!” The lieutenant was no longer listening to her. He stood in front of her and looked like a dog with his huge eyes into her gray tear- stained pupils. The astronaut, sighing, enraged, sank into a chair. Vitaly took her weakened palm and, continuing to look into her eyes, said:
– I ask you to trust me. I studied hypnosis in medicine and something I can, – he raised his palms with outstretched fingers to the top and joined the pads in front of his nose, the gesture turned out to be convincing. – I want to say that you kidnapped. Elena looked at him strangely: – Are you kidding me? First you burst into the room, then you talk about some nonsense. Ignoring her words, the lieutenant continued: – No, you did not lose consciousness. I'm convinced you've been kidnapped.
– What are you, in fact, crazy? Who do you take me for? – with wide open eyes The woman looked at the doctor and understood that she would not be able to defend herself in this situation. His pressure, his energy is akin to a maniac rapist, can splash into anything. And Vitaly needed only one thing, to prove that Major Gratsis was abducted by aliens and that these seven days of being held captive by humanoids were erased from her memory. And he can prove this in only one way, to conduct a session of hypnosis, if only to achieve her consent to the experience.
“This can be verified,” the lieutenant pressed, “with the help of hypnosis. You remember everything that happened to you.
– Yes, you understand that I do not believe all this nonsense about UFOs.
– Yes, but it's a fact.
– Fact, what? The fact that abnormal phenomena are common. The fact that the president himself instructed us in the cosmonaut corps Urological Association of the CIS Countries Azhazha Vladimir Georgievich a specialist in Unidentified Flying Objects, how to behave when meeting them, and that these are atmospheric cosmic phenomena, and not spacecraft piloted by intelligent aliens. There is a sound scientific explanation for each of these phenomena.
– Elena Albertovna, don't you think that we have embarked on an unnecessary discussion with you. We'd better hypnotize you and record everything on video, everything you say. I do not presume to dissuade you, research with hypnosis is a generally accepted fact.
– And who gave you the right to do this? I didn’t give my consent!
“The general called me this morning,” the lieutenant lied. – And he asked to come to you to talk about this topic, like, would you agree to a hypnosis session. Elena thought about it. The lieutenant's words had an effect, since the owner himself is interested in this, it means that there is a reason to go through this stage of research, and added out loud: “I'm not ready yet,” the lieutenant triumphed.
– Can this be understood as your agreement? – Elena looked inquiringly at the annoying doctor, calmness reigned in her gaze. The lieutenant was not a sex maniac, he was a science fanatic, and that calmed the woman down. But whether the general agreed to experiment with hypnosis or not, she nevertheless decided to check on occasion, ask the owner about it. And yet, knowing General Fedorov for a long time, Major Gratsis could not believe that he could give the go- ahead for the experiment. Like no one else, the general would have done better to hide the lapse of the disappearance of the space rescue capsule that took place in front of all the emergency services of the entire world space community. Elena knew one thing, the distribution of "awards" was not expected from a pleasant one, by all means, a classic "scapegoat" was needed. Elena knew that the general was busy with a feverish search for one, and this upstart lieutenant, either out of his naivety, or out of his light faith in justice and the triumph of science, was on the rampage. What should I tell him? – Understand how you want, – she wanted him to leave as soon as possible and leave her alone, alone with his thoughts. The doctor, inspired by success, did not leave, ran out of Elena's room. The winner's smile froze on his face. Thin lips were still smiling when he opened the door again and shouted to Elena:
– By the way, my name is Vitaly, – and closed the door behind him. Enraged, Elena quickly rushed to the door and clicked the English lock twice, shutting herself off from uninvited guests. After standing at the door for a moment, she returned to her desk and opened her laptop. On the Internet, she quickly discovered a UFO information site. The display screen flashed endless testimonies of the facts of the appearance of the living objects. Various cases of abduction of people and animals. Manipulations with time and space, and even some details about the device of the flying saucer. But not one case of official recognition by science of the existence of UFOs. Or maybe it is not profitable for science to consider this phenomenon a certainty, so as not to look primitive in comparison with the Extraterrestrial manifestation of reason. Vitaly may be right. Elena, in thought, almost mechanically got up from the table and with a light movement threw off her robe, revealing a dazzlingly beautiful body. Matte skin is covered with a delicate peach fluff, favorably set off and emphasized the impeccability of the lines of the body. In the bathroom, looking at herself in the mirror, she was convinced of the irresistibility of her feminine soft beauty. No, she was not spectacular, rather it was a female beauty saturated with genuine femininity and almost girlish tenderness. She did not have that angularity inherent in athletes, it is not surprising that the loss of consciousness lasted so long. Was there any loss of consciousness at all? She turned on the shower. Strong jets hit the face, shoulders, chest and in large drops, loudly squelching, water rolled down onto the enamel of the bathroom. It was water, or rather its current, that suggested and suggested such a recent experience in Space. It suddenly seemed to her that the seven unfortunate days were not an unconscious loss, and that someone, perhaps, acted very wisely, erasing everything from his memory. After the bathroom, she went to the phone and, dialing the desired number, answered: – Hello! Is this Vitaly? I agree.
Chapter 8
In the officers' dormitory of the military town, in one of the rooms, on first floor, drinking. There were twelve young guys who were called up together with Vitaly for two years to serve at the Baikonur spaceport, the thirteenth was Vitaly. First there was vodka, then wine. Yura Silantyev, a technician- lieutenant, turned to Vitaly in a braided voice:
– Uh, Vitalka, do not regret that the general kicks you out.
– Yes, the owner did not even want to talk to me, – the doctor responded.
– E- uh, you, – looking around his comrade with a dull look, Yura continued. – Uh- uh, you understand, you got into not your own business.
– Yes, I don't give a damn about them, and in general, they all fucked up …
Offended by the recent thrashing, Junior Lieutenant Yeldin pricked up his ears:
– Vitalka, and Vitalka, could you, just like that, go to the dining room? – and Yeldin's horse jaw fell off, depicting a question mark. Vitaly looked with a blurred look at the junior lieutenant- technician Yeldin, and his anger gradually turned into annoying tearfulness:
– Friend, – Vitaly cried. – You understand
