heard that girls from rural areas are easier to relate to the issue of intimacy, but I did not think that it all happens this way! – calmly replied the guy, engaged in the tea ceremony.
"What's there to think about?" You try it! I'm not a very modest girl, it's true, but I think you won't regret it. You don't seem to be in a hurry either. We're adults, why all this preludes and talk about nothing around the Bush? I can see that you liked me, you are also very good, so why are we wasting time? Can we start now?
The girl undid a few more buttons on her blouse, the section of her lush chest did not pass by the guy's eyes.
"You're making sense, Victoria," the guy said, looking away and pouring out the tea that had been boiled before the girl arrived, as if on purpose.
The seductress's face changed.
– You probably didn't hear, my name is Tanya! "no," she said sternly. – And remember, girls are very sensitive to being called other people's names!
The guy turned around, brought two cups of tea and put them on the table next to the girl who was watching his silence with disgust.
Gideon sat down opposite her, smiled, and said:
"You're very good, that's right, and I'm not talking about the figure.
"You don't understand?"
– You are holding up well, I say, with experience, you can immediately see. But that's not clear than you have angered the clan, once they're donated…
The girl's eyes flashed fiercely. Gideon continued:
"I know who you are, Victoria. Exactly Victoria. That's the name your mother gave you at birth, but you don't remember it. Since your foster parents showed up, you've been called Tatiana, but that's not your real name.
"What are you talking about?" – What is the name? What kind of mother? Aren't you all at home? I think I'd better go!
The girl tried to get up quickly, but suddenly froze in motion and in a kind of constrained state sank back on the sofa.
"I'll finish it, if you'll let me," the boy continued, giving no sign of action at all. – I know that Zoya Petrovna doesn't have a niece. I also know why you came to this house and who sent you here. By the way, the jam is really delicious in those banks that you brought, do not worry that you overpaid for it from local saleswomen.
The girl could not move or say a word, but she looked at her bag of jam jars, which she had actually bought for an excuse to enter the house. The bag with the false link was closed, and the way Gideon talked about the taste of the contents of what he hadn't tasted impressed her. Up to this point, she had blamed everything else on leaks and clever psychological tricks.
"I can hear your thoughts, dear Victoria. Believe me, you're not as bad a girl as you want to be in the actions of the one who sent you here. You came to denigrate me, and it's nice to know how far you were willing to go for it, loyally, let's say, at a high price, but still having fun.
The girl's gaze changed, and there was an undercurrent of respect in it.
"But I still wonder why they sent you." Either you were sent to your death to get rid of an unnecessary link in the chain, or you are just a decoy…, or both.
Gideon tapped the table with his right hand, and the invisible shackles released the girl. She flexed her stiff joints. At the same time, the Windows in the house rang, and the plaster began to fall off the walls. Machine gun six-guns pierced the house through the length and breadth.
***
Tikhon was packing. He gave the guys-assistants the go-ahead to leave. The next city he planned to visit was three thousand kilometers away.
– Tikhon, I apologize, we here with Andrey all cannot understand in any way, – one of assistants addressed.
"Speak boldly, I won't bite you." The question is about the route, right?
"How?" How do you know? Oh, Yes. Yes. There are at least sixteen localities on the road to the next location. Some of them are quite large. Why don't we play in these areas? On the way, right? People live there too! I understand the esoteric meaning of what you're doing, but isn't volume important in this case?
"Sit down, Lesh," Tikhon said kindly.
The guy sat up, all attention.
"You use logic, and I use knowledge. That's why my actions don't always find an explanation in your head.
"Andryukhina, too," the boy added.
"Andryukhina, too," Tikhon agreed, smiling. – Volume… you see, Alexey, we are not engaged in business, it is important for us not the number of services rendered, but the quality.
– As far as I know, there have never been any complaints about the quality. We see what happens when you play. But still I don't understand how in this case the number can interfere?
– I'm talking about another quality… not about the game.
"I don't understand, sorry?"
– In our business, the structure is very important. We raise the frequencies of people's consciousness and space in a strictly defined direction. This process should not be chaotic.
The guy's expression was blank.
– Well, I will explain on a banal example, – Tikhon answered a silent question. "Imagine you're making jam." Here you have collected the right amount of berries, washed it, poured it into the pan.
– Sugar should be sprinkled then in the right proportion! – Alexey joined the process.
"That's right! Now, you already know that proportion is important. But in addition to the dose, let's call it that, it is also important to constantly stir while the jam is cooking. This is done in order…
– So that the sugar is evenly distributed and that it does not burn!
– Great! You know. In our case, the situation is similar. If we pour all the sugar into only one part of the pan, and do not stir-the jam will not work. Sour and what is left without sugar and throw out what will be candied to the point of absurdity. In jam, as in any other process of creation, a certain distribution of sugar particles between the berry particles is important. This order of strict correspondence between atoms and particles is maintained everywhere on Earth. And not only on Earth.
"I wonder if you can tell me."
– No, Lesh, maybe another time. Go get ready, we'll leave tomorrow.
The guy bowed and left. But just a few seconds later he returned.
"Forgot something?"
– Still… if I may…
"Well?"
– Your performances do not support the form of voluntary payment for listening. People don't throw money at you. What funds do you use to pay us? What do you live on?
Tikhon smiled slyly. The guy looked confused.
"Let it be my little secret. By the way, what about the payment? Enough money?
– No,
