more – Dai very firmly promised it to herself! – any halls! And any crowds.
But now …
But this!.
Return halls, swine!
CHAPTER 2. Evening kind does not happen
So capitally Gayar did not butt in yet. On service when it was necessary to clash also with banal loonies and murderers, and with aristocrats, impudent from permissiveness, and with the sorcerers who drove off in the delusioned. Later, when settled in " Sladky Drive", fondly believing that club for rich with coffee and dances – the place if not really quiet then decent.
A story with the little girl in itself smelled badly. Though if to think, nothing unusual – business through everyday.
This small curly with a naive face differed from the ordinary contingent. She to anybody did not make advances, did not try to remove the man more abruptly or more richly, was not paraded, did not look at other maidens a look of a hungry basilisk. Did not simper. It looked too simple and too real for the town where "gilded youth" – therefore hung out, probably, Gayar also noticed it. Came few times in a month with the same guy, had coffee, danced. Shone a clean and happy smile, without taking away a loving look from the tow-haired asshole giving it here.
And that came also without it. Often. Soon enough Gayar learned that here his daddy – too that still fruit in a peel works. One traded in entrance tickets and held the best places for "special" clients, the second enchanted the missing aristocrats and pretentious rich dolls. And chose such who needed entertainment for the evening, for the night, for couple of days – without continuation, without consequences.
it was a pity for a curly in love, but such is life. Gayar promised to open for people of an eye long ago on those in whom they are glad to be deceived. To sense will not be, only problems you will take.
But that the quiet lovely girl herself suddenly turned back problems?
No, at first everything went as usual. Coffee, some nonsense on half-tooth for nothing not to sup, dances. And then something between them occurred.
Gayar, so happened, just went by their table and snatched out edge of an ear of a word tow-haired:
– Do you understand that for any old family you nobody?
– You never said that from old family – the curly quietly answered.
– I also am not obliged.
Gayar braked as far as could, without drawing attention, but all the same did not hear that this asshole told further. At the wrong time music played, having muffled words. But the shriek of the little girl heard.
Turned back.
Also rushed to it. He identified the beginning of spontaneous magic failure at first sight – faced already. Delay now – and only gods know what will remain from this damned eatery, or perhaps and of several quarters around.
– Cretin! – roared on stiffened with stared the asshole. But that suddenly grinned foully and murmured:
– And the little fool is more valuable, than seemed.
And Gayar broke. Understanding clearly that after such feint to him here any more not to work – and it is even possible not to come for the last salary because will write off for a penalty – loaded to the bastard from left in a jaw. From left – because right, working, spun a protective dome for a curly. But also so it turned out not bad. With all the heart, what. The asshole and somersaulted with a chair together.
At the next tables jumped up, someone began to squeal with obvious pleasure – as, entertainment where as stronger dances! And the little girl as if did not see. For certain at all noticed nothing around. Lips were only silently moved and sparks in the bristled fair hair crackled, and the intangible whirlwind twisted around. Not air, no. Stikhiynitsey the little girl was not, and Gayar could not tell a descent, to good it or to a trouble. Because the net force, dangerous, violent, unpredictable flew from it. If not to calm – everything will carry, and itself not the fact that it is alive will remain.
Stepped to it, having torn through force cocoon, as through viscous pitch. Embraced. Any resonance, of course, to catch it would not turn out – where there, racing all right! But to smooth splashes, to smoothly take away superfluous, to stabilize … And usual human heat – helps.
To them the manager on duty already rushed, and Gayar shouted to him:
– Announce evacuation! At a magichka failure!
And immediately whispered on an ear incoherent, without pondering, without being at loss for words as whisper to the sobbing child:
– More quietly, more quietly, everything is good. Calm down, do not roar.
Though it also did not roar. Yes what, would sob better and writhed in hysterics, than here so. More safely.
It is clear, what was to it not before vanity around. Overheard bustle, voices, it seems, there were even clever men – began to be indignant spoiled in the evening and to demand compensation. But gradually everything abated around. Only the magic whirlwind did not wish to calm down. Strong hit the little girl. It was necessary to hope that his words about failure and evacuation were enough that guessed to call the magic ambulance. Otherwise …
To finish thinking that "differently", Gayar was not in time. Nearby there was Vestaliya Velb, the hostess of an institution. Also declared to a descent:
– From it took away hands.
– To you bothered to live? – Gayar snapped. – Do you want to leave beautifully, having left behind a heap of ruins? At the girl failure.
One and all her subordinates hated this bitchy lady of fifty three years old who endured three husbands and leading the only son in a string. Reconciled with her only that it personally was declared extremely seldom. Preferred to direct through the managing director. But was able to appear at the most improper moments for bossy presence so Gayar was not even surprised. Only podosadovat: devils brought right now! On the other hand, if problems began, then most often there are they a strip of which it seems still get out. So – all one to one.
– I will deal with its failure – in the promise which was heard with ice tranquility the anticipation for some reason seemed. And the following words completely explained it: – As future hostess and the patroness of this young hysterical talent. Has to be happy that to it the attention was paid! – added contemptuously.
– I would not be delighted – Gayar hemmed in a low voice. Picked up a curly on hands and went to an exit. If not only the love gap, but also news about "the hostess and the patroness" became the reason of failure, it is worth moving away the girl from here far away. Here will recover, then let and solves, to agree or to send to hell "benefactor".
Here only, having hardly stepped on the street, faced those whom did not expect here in any way to meet. And definitely did not wish a meeting during that instant when hands are occupied by almost unconscious girl, and the crowd around excited!
– Good evening, the brother – sounded absolutely humiliating, despite a good-natured smile, a greeting.
And immediately departed to a face several oglushalok at once.
And regained consciousness already here, with the cracking head and with peacefully snuffling curly near by.
