And girls are already ready to fight with freebooters. There too in crew it is full of women and very ugly villains. Their ferocity theatrical ... But also real.
In crew of a frigate of the Satan couple of ship's boys - the only men except professors appeared. Here Timoshishin thought, these are the real boys who died at teenage age being rather spoiled lawfully to reserve the place in hell, or? Some demons? However on religion and non-Christian babies get to an underworld so what here to be surprised to?
Boys however in this threshold of the Tartar live, cheerful and hold strange revolvers in hand a lot of decorated with flame-colored pebbles. In general there are a lot of jewelry. In the Bible too the Son Zari - is beautiful and loves yakhonta of all types. But when the bullet will get to the bearded pirate and that will fall having released blood fountainlet, it is already a little frightening. Timoshishin answers rare mushketny shots, aiming in James Kryuk, and at that the menacing artificial limb on a hand casts diamonds. It seems got, splashed between an eye scarlet splashes... and right there "cinema" will be gone ...
. HEAD NO. 2.
Igor Timoshishin felt as if the body at .ny stiffened, and in the head the brain was filled in with lead. There is a strong wish to sleep, but also the dream does not go as if the cranium around temples is gnawed through by rats. And in a mouth dry and bitterness ... To think painfully, but professor habitually analysed the state and came to a conclusion: all signs of a big bodun or on scientific an abstinence syndrome, or it is simpler than a hangover. But not really he could get drunk so? Memoirs gushed: the most beautiful girl, the Devil incarnate, is a lot more aggressive and delightful little girls: Black women, Indians, even albinos ... and pirates???
No, it is precisely similar to nonsense in delirium tremens. Really they ... it seems with Marat, afforded superfluous and were torn as if the last bums who for free seized upon the pervach canister? Never he Igor afforded it though he of course could drink, but strictly moderately. Marat too not the Baptist not to drink, but also he superfluous will not give himself to break a roof from loops. Though ... they important had a discovery. Maybe really, marking out him, were mistaken with a dose a little and at some point the craftiest alcohol carried away them in the sticky embraces?
But anyway it is necessary to rise, for work it is time ... Igor tried to strain muscles and to jump sharply. The elderly body was untwisted gyurzy, bones creaked and professor nearly crashed the head into Marat. That managed to recoil and moan:
- The Sahara in a drink.
Younger colleague felt, probably, too most and wanted to recover quicker. Twisted the head and hiccupped.
Both professors looked at each other and Marat, having suppressed a hiccups, squeezed out from itself:
- Well it will also dream ...
Timoshishin who stood on the feet not too firmly hurried to grab a hand the table edge. The table, by the way, was accurate, and on it there was nothing except a pile of a white paper and the closed laptop. Igor mechanically asked:
- What will dream?
Marat moaned and rolled up eyes:
- Not to express in words. The Devil accepted shape of the girl, and to me was so tremendous ...
Timoshishin was surprised, flopped in a chair and gesture suggested the colleague to sit down. With astonishment murmured:
- And you saw the Devil?
Marat feverishly shook by the head and corrected a conclusion:
- It is rather the deviless ... It changed shapes .... - Professor hiccupped and krutanut the head. - Holy Christ, I am ready to swear that did not drink yesterday, and such weight ...
Timoshishin jumped again as if pricked him in the fifth point a pricker, hysterically coughed and wearily noticed:
- Well is not present ... Wine which was offered to us by the Satan was strong, it you, that is we drank ...
Both professors looked at each other. Began to blink and plunge into silence. Chairs are convenient, eyes by itself were closed and there came the blissful sleepiness ... Short, but surprisingly refreshing. The sound of the poured coffee woke professors. The housemaid Anyuta poured not in cups, and in some, seemingly crystal, only too bright giving multi-color patches of light wine glasses, and canary color liquid inertly lapped in them. Marat wanted to ask the arising question as before them suddenly there was a boy of years of fourteen-fifteen, svetlenky and suntanned. Timoshishin screamed:
- Artemka, was at last whether filled up examinations?
The boy in reply burst out laughing and long pinkish put out the tongue, having answered with voice, too low for awkward age:
- I am not Artemka! And in general I am much more beautiful than it!
Marat reflex cried out:
- Lucifer???
In reply the snicker and before them arose a large snow-white cat. In paws it had a gold fork, with the strung fat grasshopper. The animal hemmed in reply:
- You should not disturb my Chief. Especially it is aware of everything and when it is necessary will join us!
Timoshishin smiled, all state similar a boduna as the broom safely and maliciously asked the benefit:
- The hippopotamus entertains us?
The cat replaced coloring on lilac and whimsically sniffed:
- Well you thought up the good name ... Bulgakov in an underworld received probably not one gift for it!
And appearance of a cat changed on more menacing, even canines grew:
- Do not call me so!
Marat asked:
- And how then to call?
The cat at once got friendly and a look, a skin began to give in the golden color, and a voice, such tender, myknut:
- You can call me a tiger, he from the cat family too!
Marat the fast hall drank coffee, Timoshishin followed his example. Both professors suddenly felt as in the fairy tale about Ilya Muromts. Healthy, full of strength and energy, directly people dynamo. The cat winked at them and warned:
- Children! To stir and we will not joke! And now together we will jerk to scientific research institute!
Marat at once thought:
- And so, what from us is necessary for the Devil?!
Cat tiger it is precautionary twisted a physiognomy:
- Do not hurry with conclusions, professor! Conclusions will find you!
And again before them there was a former boy really very similar to the nephew Artem, it is only far more beautiful though in advertizing act. Such here improved modification.
The imaginary boy asked:
- Appearance of the probationer will not cause suspicions?
Timoshishin doubted:
- Mine is small plemyash for this purpose, to it only fifteen more are not present!
Lucifer's servant sharply shook the head:
- You will tell that I am a child prodigy ... Yes be not bent, my knowledge such that any professors will get into a mess!
Timoshishin dared to doubt again:
- Yes, pussycat? And what you know?
Kot double-dealing fellow cold answered:
- And the fact that your nephew, just with the friend removes the prostitute. Very much he wants to become the real man, but intelligence to make sex on love is not enough!
Timoshishin frowned and severely noticed:
- Artyom capable guy. I do not believe that he is so silly or unattractive that he cannot achieve reciprocity on love!
The cat tiger did not begin to argue:
- Trust or do not trust, your business! For now, we pull ...
Marat tried to pat a teenage cat on a cheek, but that so looked at it moreover the eyes burning as if a muzzle of the throwing-up volcano. The cat strictly warned:
- Without familiarity! I am extremely mighty demon, and I can ... To threaten not in my rules, but believe, in team of the Lucifer of weaklings does not happen!
The girl servant bryaknut here:
- And Azazello?
The demon cat strictly threatened with a finger:
- Forget Bulgakov or Goethe's fairy tales. In total much more seriously and more difficult! But believe, you will see also other demons!
Wine glasses, in a flash, disappeared. Then they left, and Anyuta remained, holding in hand, very magnificent with buds, different in color and a grade, a bouquet. The demon, of course, as it is necessary to advanced essence, was gallant. But resolutely refused the car, having declared what will not miss so rare opportunity to walk across Moscow in a human body and on foot.
City of course big, colourful and externally rich. And there are enough traffic jams much. Though, of course, on number of skyscrapers with New York it is not comparable. The demon cat saw Moscow more than once, but looked under a new foreshortening and showed curiosity. Especially he liked to glance, at the same time charming, on cars.
A variety of foreign cars and more rare Russian models also really is interesting.
But at the same time, the demon hurried. Here, for example, the traffic light before them, contrary to turn, lit up green, and cars synchronously stopped. And the cat demon took from where he from air the "Havana" cigar in a platinum foil and with relish dragged on. He was not confused at all by presence of three police officers. Let dybitsya. And all is possible for the demon, people of a being of lower order.
Police officers whistled and moved across to impudent "teenager". The demon cat himself barked at them:
- Well it is necessary?
They stopped:
- The young child smokes in public places?!
It angered the demon:
- Young child?! Yes I still an impassable bog saw your Moscow ... And who smokes it!?
Police officers were struck dumb. And, casting platinum, the cigar in teeth of the demon boy was instantly extended, having divided into three parts, from them as if kidneys on trees arose mouths with canines. And these cobras stuck the police officer into faces. Those wildly cried, endeavoring to tear off a dragon from instantly flushed physiognomies. Then, on their bodies ran blue sparks, having forced to writhe from pain.
Both professors and other people saw only that three police officers fell suddenly down and killed in attacks as if epileptics ... But to approach and the more so to run up, give help, the crowd did not hurry. And the demon obviously happy with the work noticed: