"Your boyfriend isn't here.".. it is simply not among the living or the dead. I don't know what that means. There is some faint signal, but it is inherent only in the presence…

Bartholomew interrupted himself, glancing at Tao, and explained otherwise:

– In General, when a person was not born yet.

"Could Gideon have done this?" He's probably looking after the girl.

"No, he doesn't need it. This was done by someone else, someone who has access to the much greater power of the layers of space… Go, don't touch the girl anymore, let her live.

"But she knows about us, doesn't she?"

"She won't say anything to anyone.

"She saw Your face, and now she probably knows who You really are." Really…

– Chchch.... the Abbot raised the index finger of his left hand and interrupted the assistant. There are exceptions to each rule, and we will accept one today. Leave the girl alone. The question is closed.

Tao bowed and left.

***

The men were drinking heavily in the kitchen. Working days had receded, and now the wife of the owner of the house, sitting in a far room, only dreamed that the weekend would pass as soon as possible. My husband had an inveterate habit of walking with friends on weekends. The festivities consisted of a hopeless drunkenness, and the weekend began with Friday night. And during this period, it was better not to approach the exuberant male company.

– Well, you Mikhalych, gave, – with a grin on his face, admired Nikifor, – at once crushed a half-liter. Strong!

"Oh! "Yes," said the landlord proudly.

– And most importantly, we drink about the same all, and on Monday only Mikhalych cucumber! "what's the secret, my friend?" Share with friends. And while you're rocking, you're already getting a few reprimands.

– Come on, Mikhailovich, tell me, what's the solution? nikephoros leaned on his arm, intrigued, staggering from side to side.

"Come on, men. I'm just healthy by nature, that's all…

Mikhalych was prevented from finishing by a knock from the basement. The stool under Gavrila, which stood on the hatch cover, began to play.

– Not understand. Who are you holding there? "what's the matter?" the drinking companion asked, getting up from his seat.

"I don't understand it myself." I haven't been there for two months.

"Open up, damn you!" "what's wrong?" came a voice from the underground.

Gavrila stepped aside and the landlord opened the hatch.

"Out of the way!" – threatening with a knife, the fighter shouted, rising from the dusty basement. His eyes darted wildly around.

"Who are they?" Who threw me into this pit? Who, I ask?

The owner of the house, taken aback by what was happening, looked at the visitor with a mute question. The companions crowded behind the solid back of the Teddy bear.

"Cool down, man, and be nice to your father, or you won't see him again."… I wanted to see my Creator-take the parcel… a measured voice came from somewhere in the void, and everyone in the kitchen turned to look at it.

Mikhalych's wife rushed to the noise and, clasping the jamb with her hands, froze in a frenzy when she heard the strange statement of a voice from the void.

"Who said that?" nikephoros asked, peering into the void.

But there was no response…

***

–Here is so as something, – ottryakhivaya their fingertips, has he spoken Tikhon, returning in cleanest from layer past in linear calculus thirty years ago, – canvassed communicate, can mind will gain both.

The drummer watched Victoria's flickering heels, grinned at the quivering bushes at the top of the alley, and whispered:

– Greetings to you, Bartholomew from me, another. Don't get bored, we'll see you soon…