Chapter 14 Primer

Juha Mstayjoki stopped a car—he was now the oldest in their group.Yali Gusinian and Laivo Nikilio sat silently in the back seat of the old "Zhiguli" car, and Juha sat in the front row. "Take us to She-Lee-Men-Ji-Ye-Wo Airport." He said every word carefully.Strange as it may be, for Mstajjoki Russian was the language of his childhood, although some were later quite justifiably forgotten.He had always had an excellent command of the language, and besides he had lived somewhere on the border with Russia, and often went to Petersburg to get drunk.Others prefer to go to Sweden in twos and threes — with a blissful drink of duty-free alcohol on the road at night, a good night's sleep without getting off the ferry (who needs that in Stockholm?), and a return trip. Indulge in this expensive enjoyment again on the road.Mstayjoki went firmly to Petersburg. "Hurry up, concentrate on picking us up one by one."

The driver drove off.Be quick and attentive.Driving a foreigner to the airport - it's a pleasant thing to do.The unemployed engineer in this line of work did not often find such labor-saving and high-paying jobs.But now that the new year is approaching, and it is the new year of two thousand years, everyone wants to try their best to make the New Year's dinner more luxurious and give their relatives better gifts. The three others sat silently in the car, not listening to the driver's thoughts.Although, of course they can hear it. Having passed the roundabout, Juha turned to his companion and said:

"Are we leaving, brother?" Yali and Laiwo nodded affirmatively.It was hard to believe that the trials of the Night's Watch, the visits of the melancholy judges of the Inquisition, the fuss of the Day's Watch, famous among the common people as well as among others, were over. rushed out.They rushed out, freed from the horrible, cold, unhospitable Moscow.Even if for the time being not home, but to Prague, where the European branch of the Inquisition had recently been installed.But—they were relieved.While still limited in rights, must register wherever they go, but in the end...

"Poor Orekylian..." Laivo sighed, "he likes Czech beer so much. He said it was the best beer in the world after 'Rabin Idol' beer. He I can't drink beer anymore..." "Let's drink a glass of beer for him." Jarry suggested. "Three cups," said Juha at last, "he is the most respectable of the Legion brothers." "What about us?" Jerry asked after thinking about it. "We are respectable, too," Juha agreed. "We did our duty." For some reason, the three of them lowered their eyes when they said this.

A small sect of the Dark Emissaries calling themselves the Legion Brothers has existed in Helsinki for nearly five hundred years.They were part of the few Others who did not formally accept the peace, but because they never seriously breached the peace, the Patrol turned a blind eye to it.It appears that the Lightbringers are content with twenty or thirty Darkbringers doing rituals, songs, and archaeological digs that don't harm people.Several times in a hundred years the Dark Emissary had tried to lure the Legien Brothers to work with the Sun Watchers, only to abandon them. Until not long ago, whether it was Juha, Jali, Laiwo, or their deceased colleague Bashi Orekailian, they still treated their role in the Inquisition as curious, and in some respects even very curious. Like happy games.Their grandparents lived their own lives within the sect, so the kids were Legion Brothers too...adopted of course.The other rarely has the honor that his children are born with the characteristics of the other.This is only common among the lower emissaries of darkness, among vampires and shapeshifters...

Another small Finnish sect of magicians had a tougher time.They have to go all over the world to search for children who can be adopted as adopted sons to become others who participate in the great cause of Fafnir.Usually, such small children are distributed in less developed countries with a strong exotic atmosphere. For example, Raiwo was born in Burkina Faso, Africa.When they bought him from his impoverished parents for fourteen dollars, he was small, with bulging eyes, stooped legs, and a sagging belly.He cured his disease, trained him, taught him Finnish, looking at this handsome young man with a burly body and dark skin, who would have thought that a completely different fate awaited him?

Yali was found in the slums of Macau.By the time he was four years old, his stealing was quite advanced, as he took advantage of some magical traits.His future adoptive parents spotted these traits in him.No one even paid for him.Jarry didn't grow in size, but his tenacious mind and excellent talent for magic made the Legins brothers very pleased. And Juha is from Russia.More precisely - from somewhere in southern Ukraine.Because he longed for a wandering life since he was a child, the little guy took a freight train and a ride across the country when he was seven years old. Once he crossed the border on foot and knocked on the door of the exclusive small residence of the upper class of the sect in Mstayjoki.This matter cannot be explained in other ways except that it is a magical definite number.

Only Orekaylian who died was an irony of fate - he was a real Finnish lad. The driver had never driven such a strange group of people--a white boy with a Ukrainian look, black as black as coal, and Asians with squinting eyes.And the three spoke very fluently in Finnish or Swedish.Yes - life is full of surprises... When they arrived at the airport, the first thing the brothers did was to study the flight schedule, but the sinister and disorderly Russia gave them another small disturbance here: it turned out that the flight to Prague had been delayed for the fourth time.Yes, there is also a connecting flight from Duisburg, Germany to Prague.Naturally, there is no transfer in the timetable, and the departure time of the flight to Madrid, which is also a transfer to Prague, is very inconvenient, so I have to change the plan directly at the ticket window.A burly guy in a sports suit, with finger-thick chains on his hairy hands, and a mobile phone, is full of unknown anger from nowhere.The young man tried to push the short Jari away, but Laivo quickly cast a respectful spell, and the opinions of the people in the line about the Finns who were discussing leisurely disappeared immediately.

"We will take off at Duisburg Airport," Juha finally decided, "it will be more convenient, and the waiting time will be less. The flight to Prague will be delayed three times, just watch!" Of course they saw it.The thread of reality is woven into a tiny knot, and the hapless flight should have taken off much later. The almost forgotten feeling of freedom is as intoxicating as the "Rabin Idol" beer back home.While Juha talked to the charming, albeit brutal, conductor, Jari and Raivo looked contentedly at the lobby—at the passing passengers, at the salesmen in the transparent glass windows of the small shop , looking at the never-changing World Airline Agency for any airport...

Jarry discovers an Other. "look!" At the bar not far from the boarding gate stood a light magician, drinking coffee from a dark green cup.A half-empty duffel bag is tucked away next to the bar chair. Yali and Laiwo studied the bioelectric field of this other for a while—the man was quite calm and controlled his emotions freely.He might have spotted them, but he didn't show it. "Won't we ever have peace?" Laivo said with a sigh. "You think he's spying on us?" "Of course," Laivo said with certainty, "we are obliged to attend the hearing. And the Moscow night watch patrol is obliged to confirm that the released witnesses have gone to Prague. You will see, he will put We're going to the gangway."

"But it's almost five hours before we take off!" "The other is not in a hurry to go anywhere. He is working." Juha, holding a plane ticket, joins them.A breath of magic fragility emanated from him—of course, there were no tickets for today, and tickets had to be obtained from the reserved tickets, both to exert influence on the conductor and the leadership of the airport. "Hey, take it..." As soon as he opened his mouth, he stopped immediately.He took a serious look at his brothers and became vigilant, "What's going on?" "Spy. Over there, by the bar, drinking coffee." Juha took a look and saw it. In that split second, dark red streaks were revealed in the smooth turquoise bioelectric field. "He's very excited." Jarry found out. "There is another other," Laivo said, "over there, by the entrance!" Indeed, standing by the glass door was a stocky man with black hair and dark skin who was thirty years away.He wiped his forehead with a handkerchief with one hand, while holding the phone to his ear with the other.But at this moment he didn't speak, as if he was listening to someone's lengthy instructions.Beside him was a small briefcase. This other is a dark magician. "These people are following too," Raivo muttered. "Hey, who needs us?" Jarry became suspicious, "There are so many things that others are looking for at Moscow International Airport!" "Brother, be careful!" Jarry reminded, "Carelessness will make Fafnir sad and worried..." Juha thought gloomily, Fafnir, who was reborn after the mediocre failure of transporting the "Spirit Claw" to Moscow, should wipe out all four.More precisely, it is to wipe out the troika that survived the disaster.But, as usual, he didn't say it out loud. At this time, the Messenger of Light had already finished his coffee, cast a dissatisfied look at the Messenger of Darkness, and then walked towards a certain place in the direction of the restaurant.His bioelectric field was smooth turquoise again, with hints of cherry just visible in the streaks that had just appeared. And the Dark Emissary was still talking on the phone.To be precise, he was listening to the phone. "They're going to make sure we're flying away!" the sharp Raiwo repeated. "We'd love to fly away ourselves, what are we doing here!" But Raiwo was wrong. The light magician wandered around the airport, wandered, and then stopped at the bar, flipping through books and drinking coffee.After the dark messenger finished talking on the phone, he walked to the small window of the ticket office, and the brothers caught traces of magic.Fairly powerful magic—probably at the fourth level. "What's he doing there?" Raivo worried. "A ticket too? No way. Juha, he won't get in our way, will he?" "Why?" Juha asked in surprise, "Look!" The dark magician left the ticket office with the ticket in hand. "Someone's ticket is now void!" Laiwo figured it out, "Good guy! There's a show to watch..." Four hours later, when all of them, all of them, including the Lightbringer, stood in the same queue to check in, there was a real uproar.A passenger was suddenly and politely informed that he had been wrongly sold a ticket, and the airline apologized and offered him business class on the next flight... The Dark Emissary nonchalantly observed the noisy passengers.Like, even laughing.And the Legion Brothers couldn't care less about laughing—whether it's the Dark Messenger or the Light Messenger, they're on the same plane with them. "They suddenly thought they were going to send us all the way to Prague," Laiwo finally thought. "They're serious about it." Juha shook his head: "No, brother. No. There's something wrong here. Just watch—they'll come after us..."