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"It's really not a good sign to tell a friend who fought side by side that we will meet again," Semyon said sullenly. "He didn't even have time to talk to me. We're flying back like fools. At least we'll stay for another week... go to the lake and go fishing..." "Semyon, if we run into the Inquisition, we'll spend a month there." "What does that matter?" "I have a family." "Oh, yes..." Semyon sighed. "My daughter is still young...can she walk?" "Xie Miao, stop pretending to be confused!"

We walked to the door of the hotel.Xie Miao smiled and rubbed his nose. "Hey...how much time do we have left?" "Five or six hours. If they can get an evening ticket." "I'm going to shop and buy some souvenirs. Bring some for you too?" "What to buy?" "What? Whiskey and scarves. Whiskey for the brethren, scarves for the ladies. I usually buy five of each." "Okay." I waved my hand. "But get me a kid's scarf, too, if you can find it. Something brighter." "must." I go into the hall.There was no one at the front desk, but there was an envelope with "Anton Gorodetsky" written on it in huge letters.The envelope contained three first-class tickets—for me, Semyon, and Galya Dobronlavova.Not only is Foma extremely efficient at work, but he hasn't left the deformed girl behind.

I climbed up to the fourth floor and knocked on the door of the luxurious room reserved for the Dark Emissary.no response.Listening carefully, there was a sound of water coming from behind the door.I took Galia's ticket out of the envelope and slipped it under the door. I took the key out of my pocket, opened the door and went into my room. "Slow down to the sofa and sit down," said the chestnut-haired guy who called himself Jean in "The Hole in Scotland." The position he chose was good.There was plenty of light by the window and my shadow was behind so I couldn't step in.

"Move slowly and carefully over to the sofa," the young man muttered again. He sped up his speech.The green light from the amulet in his hand enveloped him. From the outside, it looked like a hippie chain made of small broken beads, but the reflective power was much stronger than ordinary bead chains.He was holding an Uzi, the magazine of which glowed red from the enchanted cartridges.It would not be wise to resist him. "Clarify your words," I told him as I walked over to the sofa and sat down. "Since you didn't kill me immediately, you have something to tell me."

"You are mistaken, Magician," said the lad.I found it ridiculous that he pronounced the word "magician" like a child. "I was asked to kill you, but I wanted to ask you something first." "Just ask." I need shadows.I had to turn around to find my shadow so I could enter the Twilight.I'll be there faster than him. "Don't move your head! If you want to find a shadow, I will kill you immediately. How many of you are there?" "How much what?" "How many bastards like you are there on earth?" "Hmm..." I thought about it. "Do you mean the emissary of light or the emissary of darkness?"

"all!" "May-probably-every-hundred-people-out-of-one," I dragged my voice out, not on purpose, but just to let the boy understand that he spoke too fast.By the way, can he control magic to work? "I hate traitors the most," said the lad. "Someone asked me to tell you that you betrayed your friend and should be executed..." Then there was a knock on the door.The boy turned his gaze to the door, then back to me.He quickly pulled the tablecloth off the table and draped it over the submachine gun, still pointing it at me.He ordered: "promise!"

"Who is it? The door is open!" I yelled. If it is Xie Miao, our chance has come. The door opened and Gallia walked in.Her outfit almost suffocates me.Black miniskirt, almost transparent pink suspenders—a lively Lolita smoking a cigarette restlessly in the corner. Jean also froze. "Hello." The girl chewed gum.She simmered a little, then spit out a big bubble. The bubble burst with a "bang", startling Rang.I was worried he would explode, but he held back. "Who are you?" Galia stared at Jean, the murderer's face flushed, and unexpectedly he spoke a sentence that was extremely fast and slurred:

"I'm here to visit." "Oh, it's Anthony's friend, so I can give you a discount." Gallia winked at me, and walked up to me with her thigh twisted. "I left my panties here, didn't you see?" All I can do is shake my head. "Oh, never mind." Gallia said, leaning over to me, pressing her lips to mine, not caring if Jean was going to stare at her... I didn't have the time to think what he was going to be staring at! He did stare straight at it. "Get ready." Gallia lowered her voice, her eyes serious and frightened.She actually touched my lips, and there was a sly look in her eyes...

In an instant, she turned into a she-wolf, moving wildly and violently—she didn't have time to fully transform, letting blood splatter and skin debris fly around.Immediately afterwards, a fluffy black shadow rushed towards the murderer. While Jean was shooting, my two three-edged knives flew towards him one after another. The first cut off his hand holding the gun, and cut off a piece of flesh.I didn't realize where the second hit hit.I jumped up and rushed to the she-wolf curled up on the floor, twitching.Her body blocked all the bullets fired at me.Not a lot of bullets, maybe five or six, but if only they weren't enchanted...

Jean stood there unsteadily, looking at me in a daze. "Who sent you?" I yelled, hitting him with the "absolute force" spell. Jean shuddered and tried to open his mouth, but at that moment his head was split into three pieces.My second knife went into his head. He shook a few more times, and fell beside the deformed girl.His arteries kept twitching, and blood gushed out. If only she wasn't a shapeshifter, but a vampire... I leaned over Galia and saw that she was transforming back into human form. "Don't do this, you will die!" "I have to die no matter what," she said clearly, "I don't want...to die as a beast..."

"you do not……" "Light Messenger, you are so stupid..." There was a hint of resentment in her tone. I stood up with blood on my hands.The floor beneath his feet was also bleeding.The murderer's decapitated body was still convulsing. "What's the matter..." Xie Miao stood at the door, half covered his face with one hand, and shouted loudly. In his other hand he clutched two bags.One contained whiskey, the other presumably held a scarf. "Here? It's all right." I looked at the dead girl and murmured. "It's all over." I bought Zaburon a fridge magnet while Lemont and Semyon were checking in at Edinburgh Airport.We now only need two seats, plus a check-in ticket for oversized luggage.The long wooden box was covered with spells.A spell prevents the contents from being opened.The other one made it clear to customs that there was no need to inspect this piece of luggage - it contained ordinary skis. The fridge magnets are also plain, but pretty: Scottish men in tartan skirts with bagpipes.I put it in my pocket and walked over to the postcard counter.I chose one with the King's Castle and put it in the British Travel Guide.I can't send it to Liera just yet, but I hope that sooner or later I'll be able to fulfill what I promised Victor's girlfriend. Xie Miao was unusually quiet.No nagging about how nasty the old planes were, and no jokes.We went through border and customs and got on the plane.Semyon took a small bottle of whiskey and looked at me tentatively.I nodded.We raised the bottle and took a sip each.The stewardess gave us a dissatisfied look, and then walked towards the workshop in a leisurely manner. When she came out again, she already had a glass and a few small bottles of wine in her hand.She handed them to Semyon without a word. "Don't be sad," Semyon whispered. "The Dark One will always be the Dark One. She will only be a demon when she grows up. Nine times out of ten she will be." I nod.Of course, he was right.Even a foolish emissary of light like me should understand this... I lay back on the seat and closed my eyes.Suddenly I realized that I had even forgotten to look up future trends—would something happen to the plane?But... what's the difference?Ordinary people don't think about unpleasant things when they fly.I also try... "I checked," Semyon said. "Departure will be delayed by ten minutes, but we'll arrive on time. Good luck with the wind all the way, huh?" I pulled out a disposable earphone from my plastic pocket, put it on, plugged it into the socket next to the armrest, and fumbled for the button to select the channel.Stopped on a familiar song:

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