"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, that's fine. More than enough. We do not know where to spend the accumulated funds.

"I think you can sort this out somehow," Tikhon said cheerfully.

– Let's see, spending is not earning. Okay, tomorrow is tomorrow. We'll get ready.

The guy went out. Tikhon took a map from the tube, unfolded it, and, finding his place of residence on it, circled the city in a circle. There were already many such circles on the map. These encircled the city has formed a certain network in a strictly proportional conformity.

The drummer rolled up the map, put it in the tube, took out a dusty bag, looked into it, and emptied the contents. Several bills fell on the table.

"We need to replenish our supplies."

He took one of the bills, looked at it carefully, and put it in his bag. Then he did the same with the other bills. When I put the last one in, the bag was full of cash. Money somehow mysteriously multiplied hundreds of times.

"Having fun?" a pleasant, velvety voice came from the corner of the room.

Tikhon smiled, recognized the visitor, and answered without turning around:

"It's been a long time, Isaiah…

***

Gunmen in black masks, with the words "OMON" on their uniforms, cautiously began to approach the house, which was riddled up and down. The neighbors fled in terror to their homes and hid in distant rooms. Such events have never been seen in this suburb of the city before. Riot police surrounded the house from all sides, two people got inside through broken Windows, three more broke into the door. There were shouts and shots inside, but after a minute everything was quiet. A special forces soldier appeared in the doorway and shouted:

"Empty! They left.

"How did they leave?" They were here a minute ago, I could clearly hear them through the transmitter! "Yes," said one of the men, who seemed to be the leader.

"The transmitter is here, but they are not," said another soldier, who appeared in the doorway. In his hands was a girl's clothing with a beacon embedded in it.

***

The girl was pounding on a nervous basis. A small tremor had not left her naked body for a quarter of an hour. Gideon bathed in the pond, glancing from time to time at the shivering "friend" whose hair was dripping with water.

– Yeah… the water is cool today, you're right. But it was necessary to take a dip, especially for you.

"What's that?" the girl stammered and trembled.

– Victoria, honey, I want to wish you a happy birthday, unscheduled, let's call it that. Accept your real name as a gift. Make new documents, this is not a problem, but I'm sorry for things, there was no time to pull out the transmitter. But I can offer you my shirt, it is quite long, and what is especially nice – without a beacon.

The girl cast a quick, wary glance in Gideon's direction. He smiled and continued:

– There is a village a few kilometers away, we will get some clothes for you there, don't worry.

– Cccac TTY Etto sdelal?

"In your order, students are not allowed to learn the technique of moving through space. Although Bartholomew himself and several of his associates possess it perfectly. Here you go!