could not say, so they went faster. “They ran the other way.” They did not show for a long time, while Misha and Sophia returned, drinking champagne from a glass of Sofia. At last Sasha and Lusya appeared and immediately Lucy announced:
– Sasha and I decided to sleep in one tent.
– And we, how? Sophia asked in surprise.
– You know, friend, you go to your sleeping bag, and Misha let him lie down in your own and in one tent you will be warm and safe together.
“All right, Lucien, I persuaded Misha and I will sleep in our tent too…”
From drunk after the vodka of champagne, Misha immediately became drunk, so much so, that in the morning, he awoke with a terrible headache. Having looked around with a not remembering glance around, he pondered for a long time where he was, until the rolled nausea to his throat forced him to jump out into the pre-dawn dawn. The fountain poured from it yesterday, soaking up the combustible mixture, it became much easier. Hearing comrade, Sasha poked his head out from the tent:
“Che, are you bad?” On, – holding out the bottle with the unfinished vodka at the bottom, – take it, straight from the throat. “Shaking the bottle,” his brother said. Misha looked at the vodka, and immediately the nasty fellow fled out of his throat, like a sparrow from a birdhouse.
“You, what do you want me to do?” – He mumbled in his heart.
– Here is a fool. I want to help you. Understand, you will immediately become a man. Drink a couple of sips, as a hand removes. You’ll see. “Sasha jumped out into the morning cold and slipped a bottle into Misha’s hand. Misha made an effort, typing the full lungs of air, took two sips, to the horror of the opposite drink now. A warm cat swept the esophagus into the stomach and spread out there, bringing all the terrible chaos of the burning body into calmness and, oh, a miracle, into a normal state. Misha, with red eyes, gave a grateful look to his brother, who with a smile was watching him from the tent already…
The whole company came to Misha after dinner. Happy merry and cheerful. After a couple of hours, Misha and Sasha conducted the girls Lusya and Sofia to the train. And the girls went to Yekaterinburg. The guys returned to Misha, discussing the night and the picnic impressions…
Chapter – 7.
The boys returned from the station to Misha. It was already 18 hours. Their mothers were not yet at home, and Misha called the mother on the Smartphone.
“Mom, where are you?”
– Hello, son, we are with Aunt Nastya, our classmate. We’ll be late. So rest, you guys are adults. Till. – And my mother disconnected from the connection.
– There they meet cheerfully with classmates, so that everything is OK. – said Misha.
“All right,” Sasha replied. “Let’s think over that we’ll take you to the ruins of an abandoned castle.” There must be something there, even if this object is deleted from the space map.
– It seems to me that with the name of Demigov’s places, where he had some business, there are many secrets and mysteries. – Said Misha cleverly.
“Yes, it’s okay for you, brother, to be so abstruse.” You’re not an academician of the Academy of Sciences. Until we see with our own eyes, nothing will be clear.
– I am alarmed by the fact that the Moscow expedition from the Academy of Sciences did not find this entrance to the dungeon. Are they all such fuckers that they could not see such a simple detail?
– Look, Misha, it seems to me that they noticed, but did not dare to continue the research, but simply froze this object, having deleted it from existence.
“So it’s of some value.” – Misha has cleverly expressed.
This concludes the conversation. The guys took out the products bought on the way from the station and Misha started frying potatoes, and Sasha opened a couple of cans and went to work
Cooking salad. Two bottles of beer appeared on the table. And the guys began to supper, discussing tomorrow’s sally into the abandoned ruins.
The collection of the necessary inventory for the study of the ruins took a fair amount of time. And having collected in backpacks all that could be needed there, the guys at exactly 23 hours went to bed, in advance they did not forget to make an alarm clock. Their spree mothers were not yet. Alarm clock thundered exactly at six zero-zero. Misha jumped first as the alarm clock stood on the bedside table next to his bed.
“Che, is it time?” Sasha asked sleepily.
– Yes, sleep again; I’m first in the bathroom, then you. – With these words, Misha went out into the corridor and saw on the hung clothes that their mothers were asleep at home.
After the bath, the guys quietly made their way to the kitchen brewed their coffee more tightly and after a light breakfast with sandwiches, quietly slipped out of the house.
“Praise God, we did not have to report to our parents about where we were going, and what we had there for such matters. – Wrote Misha.
– You, Misha, so worried, here is my stepfather, by the way, he from the first days, as he married his mother, forbade him to call him, there is a father or father, but only, to use his name as an equal to himself.
– Wow, as an equal? – Surprised Misha, – And, the fact that he is Russia’s champion in kick-side-sung, the famous Sergei Avramenko, is this how?
– He has been a businessman for a long time and does not appear. Now on business I went to Sochi to my winery. It is necessary to check how there is a vineyard, and how to farm, and so on. And in August we all go to Spain with our whole family, and we’ll come to the tenth, in short, I’ll start going to college on the eleventh of September.
– What do you do in your Consul on Saturday?
“It’s Sophie telling you how our college’s called, huh?” Well, from Monday, of course.
– And, what’s hard to guess? She still said that you are such a bore, and that does not understand how in such a turkey all the girls in your class are in love? Misha said with a laugh.
“Well, she’ll get me for a bore.” I’ll come, I’ll sort it out.
– The girls have to forgive, the atoms, which of us will grow, what any kind of all the same you are a man.
– Yes, Mishka. That’s for sure, let them weave on them and tongues without bones.
– One thing is good, about our secret affairs, state, we can say, secrets, we almost blurted it out. – With a smile, said Misha.
– That’s what it means to stop in time. – Sasha added approvingly.
So after the conversations the guys did not notice how the wasteland passed, nesting on the jeans of last year’s rapiers. Near the dubious bridge, they stopped. They ripped from their trouser legs and began to confer.
– Let’s
