Lyudmila still remembered Russia; their family was originally from St. Petersburg. In a strange way, she always missed the places where she was not at the moment. She often went to St. Petersburg - to miss London, and vice versa! She was in all tourist centers in Russia and Great Britain.
Lyudmila was in love with genealogy and found the roots of their relatives both in Russia and in England. Their family had been hereditary diplomats for several centuries.
Lyudmila was not a financial genius like her brother. She did not do anything special in life at all - she received a master's degree in art history, but she never worked anywhere for a long run.
From time-to-time Lyudmila gave lectures in various schools and societies. Sometimes she wrote articles or conducted private excursions for the Russians of her circle. Although all this brought her a decent income, but money was never the main issue
Her beloved brother Vladimir was the center of Lyudmila's life. She felt responsible for his success in the financial business. Although she was poorly versed in business, she was often aware of her brother's plans. And Vladimir always informed his sister about affairs in general terms. Moreover, for many years they both had no one but each other. Lyudmila lived for sake of Vladimir, and Vladimir - for business.
Now Vladimir's unexpectedly serious relationship with Olga became a strong shock for Lyudmila. For the first time in their long life together as a brother and sister, so well-established, dignified, successful, Vladimir spent several years away from his sister. It was difficult to contact him even on the Internet. His answers were rare and scattered
The very liaison with this Olga was utter nonsense! Complete dissolution of all traditions and rules! Moreover, Vladimir was going to marry her! No previous engagement neither announcements in newspapers and other media!
What happened to Vladimir, did they mix something in his drink!? Was this some kind of Caribbean voodoo!? Lyudmila had read, that on many islands of the Caribbean this black magic was practiced voodoo! Vladimir has changed so much! He simply was not paying much attention to his sister; he was answering to her as if automatically! And he seemed to completely abandon all business!
The last few years have been a real nightmare for Lyudmila - her whole world collapsing around her like a house of cards was.
Lyudmila had a wish to travel as well, because the house in Eaton Square was so empty! But even the visiting of Russian monasteries did not bring the usual consolation.
Then she traveled to Italy, where she had never visited since her distant youth, she had an affair there right after university! Florence was for her not only a city of high art, but also of love. Venice also kept her most romantic memories.
Lyudmila has long wanted to travel to different cities in Italy, to enjoy the art of the Renaissance and nostalgia for a naive youth But more than ever she longed to share all her sentiments with her brother. And he almost never answered And even less often he called and wrote on his own
Then finally, Vladimir had returned home with his fiancée!!! And this Olga was so weird - a gray little mouse, a pale shadow next to Vladimir, just nobody! What had attracted him to her!?
Their first family dinner was happening tonight. Lyudmila prepared everything in the best traditions. They have a wonderful French chef in the house. He always did the impossible, combined two such different cuisines French and British, selecting the best from both! He had many of his own unique recipes
Would this white mouse Olga be able to appreciate all the sophistication of the dishes?
Would Vladimir notice all the beauty of the serving and her, Lyudmila, longing for her brother? He has already arrived half a day, but they have not seen each other yet
Meanwhile Olga and Vladimir were walking around London. How quiet and peaceful in Belgravia indeed! There are no random passers-by or even cars. It was like a city within a city, or more precisely, an estate with a park in the center of one of the most significant cities in the world!
The young couple finally returned home and climbed to the top floor the property of Vladimir. Olga could not count the number of rooms or fully understand their purpose. Vladimir told her that it was time to change for dinner and go down to the floor below - one in the possession of his sister. Dinner should start at eight oclock sharp. They should hurry up
And so, they met - a fiancée and a sister.
Olga was a young slender blonde with a light halo of wavy hair and the classic beauty of Pushkin's muses.
And Mila (as Lyudmila called herself) - a tall, dry lady of about fifty-five with a short haircut of dark graying hair. She looked a lot like her brother - a little heavy, but regular face features, wide bones, tall in height.
Mila came up to greet both of them - slightly hugged each one and scattered in the usual courtesies. Then the dinner went on with a change of good dishes and nice remarks as if according to some protocol.
Vladimir smiled the most and enlivened the conversation as best he could.
Olga did not feel the taste of the dishes. She looked towards Mila only at the same time with her fiancé. With every minute, fear picked up and fettered all of Olga's movements and thoughts - she never managed to answer intelligently or make a good joke
Mila even began to smile pitifully and make fun of Olga. She began to sympathetically assure the frozen Olga that she would help her settle in London and would not leave her alone, even when Vladimir would plunge headlong into his work again. Milas nicely flowing small talk with a sweet smile and cold gaze made Olga even more nervous.
Olgas input in conversation was becoming less and less appropriate, and then she fell silent altogether. Vladimir began to say goodbye - Olga was too tired after the flight and the change of climate; it was time for them all to retire.
The dinner brought to exhaustion not only Olga, but also Lyudmila. Everything turned out to be much worse than her worst forebodings. Olga turned out to be not only a pale consumptive shadow, but also a hopeless fool with a complete lack of manners or a sense of humor! Mila could not sleep
In the morning, Lyudmila tried to work on an article about the influence of Italian Renaissance masters on British artists, but the work was not going well at all Then she went through the mail, made up a couple of replies to completely unimportant correspondence, just to keep herself busy But nothing could distract her from sad thoughts.
Lyudmila did not remember herself in such a depressed state And then her friend Alla called. Mila had never been so happy with her. Alla was a rather annoying friend, talkative and always critical of everything. But now meeting with her could distract her from bad thoughts! The friends agreed to see each other for an afternoon tea.
Mila! Alla said on the phone. I know such a wonderful place, a new Russian restaurant serving tea in a way, you've never seen before, let's go!?
Lyudmila let herself be persuaded without a delay; a new place was what she needed! She was so tired of everything, all around just had lost its meaning!
The restaurant was really wonderful. Instead of traditional British sandwiches, they served tartlets with caviar, pancakes, black bread with salmon or herring! Instead of tea cups, there were glasses with cup holders - just like servings on the Russian railroad! Lyudmila did not even know whether to resent or admire such innovations in the British tradition of afternoon tea
The restaurant was really wonderful. Instead of traditional British sandwiches, they served tartlets with caviar, pancakes, black bread with salmon or herring! Instead of tea cups, there were glasses with cup holders - just like servings on the Russian railroad! Lyudmila did not even know whether to resent or admire such innovations in the British tradition of afternoon tea
Alla was the bored widow of a Russian oligarch, a plump, dyed blonde, a shopaholic and dogs crazy. She could talk endlessly about herself, but she loved to hear about other people's news so much more. She was aware of everything, knew "who from who" and immediately realized, that Lyudmila looked different. Mila went to a meeting with Alla with a firm intention not to tell her anything, but could not stand it, it was too painful to keep everything to herself.
Alla, as always, chattered incessantly, but then suddenly stopped and looked intently at Lyudmila.
Mila, something about you is not right today, she said. And you barely touched the food! I thought you'd like it here! Yes, a little too Russian, but how elegant everything is, isn't it!?
Ah, Alla, you know me, I'm not up to complaining, Lyudmila sighed. Life is not only roses Still, I am always trying my best to be in harmony with my world However, yesterday my brother arrived with his new passion, they finally returned from their long journey! Alla! That's horrible! She's an ugly fool! And he - as if bewitched by her, some kind of possessed!!! I never believed in witchcraft, but how else can this be explained? They both looked like being under anesthesia! Last night I was the one who talking at the table for most time! She is mentally ill, and mental illness can be contagious, like mass psychosis! Lord, what am I saying! Probably, I am too, got sick along with them!
Lord, Mila! I've never seen you like this! Did they bring any exotic tea or rum with them? Did you drink or eat anything unusual with them?
Alla, hold on! The dinner was completely organized by me, at my premises! But Vladimir has simply degraded in the company of this Olga over the past couple of years! This's not healthy! What awaits us!? He completely stopped all affairs! He stopped sharing anything with me, stopped asking for advice. He does not consult with her either! He just constantly smiles silly and that's it!!!
Mila, listen, invite her to tea! I want to see this oddball! I know your brother, he's not a little boy, it's not so easy to zombify him! Maybe everything is not as bad! They are not husband and wife yet! Let's, showing a goodwill, take her to our places, show her to our ladies!
I don't know what to do anymore, Lyudmila sighed again. We could try Maybe I just panicked in vain, but I was so tired, everything was so incomprehensible I waited so long for Vladimir to come home and now Forgive me, Alla, let's get down to desserts!
And the two Russian ladies happily took on a purely Russian dessert for tea cakes Napoleon and Medovik.
Meanwhile, Vladimir and Olga were planning a wedding. Rather, only Vladimir who was planning. And his sister Lyudmila was the central figure in these plans! She always dreamed of taking the main part in the wedding of her beloved and only brother! She had acquaintances in all relevant circles in London. And salons, and florists, and real estate agents and celebrations how often did she imagine what her brother's wedding would be like. Lyudmila has long ceased to dream of her own wedding.
And now her brother has decided to marry - and again to a secretary! The first marriage was without a wedding and seemed to be formal, for the business purpose - what an absolute nonsense! And now it was even worse, look like for love, but everything was so naive and completely incomprehensible!
Only what Lyudmila did not know, that Vladimir wanted to rely on her taste completely! Olga did not know about this either! Vladimir believed that wedding chores would bring his two most beloved ladies together!
And no one knew, that all this was happening due to the hypnosis of an eccentric rich and independent in spirit Golden Zandolie - an alien who had died on his Island, trying to hide from his fellows-aliens and live like a human. It was he who instilled in Vladimir and Olga feelings of fear and mutual dependence, which they took for love
Lyudmila did not even know how she was right about being under a spell - Vladimir and Olga were programmed by the alien to hold on to each other and not return to the Island.
Chapter 3
The search party for Julia. Dushka saves everyone
The mountain road was winding between the abyss and the sheer stone wall like a giant snake. The car was racing to nowhere, leaning dangerously towards the densely wooded abyss at all bends.
Julia was looking not at the road, but somewhere above it. The cherry-shaped lips were tightly pressed, and traces of tears were sparkling on the round cheeks. Big breasts were heaving badly and small hands were automatically turning the steering wheel
The image of handsome Marley was in front of her eyes, looking at her affectionately, calling her " my sweetie" and smiling tenderly. He smiled, but his eyes were cold, bottomless.
Then she remembered the eerie blue and gold Zandolie. He had a grin full of gold teeth instead of a smile and the same cold, but yellow-orange eyes with a vertical pupil, like Marley's! Just like her son's Ray's!!!
Julia never told anyone how much pain she felt over Marley's death. He himself chose such a terrible fate to save them all! Sacrificed himself to destroy the Golden Zandolie!
Julia terribly missed this unusual, all-consuming love! Magnificent Marley, son of the terrestrial beauty Indian girl Bernadette and the ugly extra-terrestrial alien Zandolie - Marley was wonderful in everything! But Julia did not remember a single night of their love! Was there anything at all between them and why did she still yearn for him!?
Marley had insisted that he was sterile!
How did Marley know he was sterile? His father told him - Zandolie! Terrible manipulator, liar and psycho Zandolie!!!
Ray was Marley's son?
Zandolie's grandson? And his eyes - were same as grandfather's? And if not only eyes, but also his evil disposition was inherited? And other obscure traits like telekinesis and hypnosis?
Julia did not want and could not be the mother of this little mutant!!!
No, no! It couldn't be! So many years have passed! Or did these aliens have the fetus sleeping inside for a while and then develop in a more favorable environment? For example, when Julia's life finally became more stable and successful, even happy?!
Ha! That's what Julia would have written in her next science fiction novel!
Is her own life reminiscent of the overly twisted plot of a love-fantasy thriller again?!
Julia suddenly stopped the car at a small observation deck on the side of the road not far from another mountain peak. She got out of the car and paused, admiring the beauty of panoramic view. Far below, she could see a huge sea bay with small yachts. The sea was partly surrounded by mountains covered with forests. And the setting sun peeped out coquettishly from the clouds gathered at the horizon. What a calm, majestic splendor!
How scary it was when the Golden Zandolie ruled the Island! He undoubtedly knew how to command nature and almost destroyed the Island with the help of artificial hurricanes and volcanoes! Marley told such strange and terrible things about him!