The girl was torn from such thoughts by noise A fight? She shuddered and looked out the window she had already arrived. She jumped out of her chair and ran out of the bus.
At the exit from the arrivals hall at Sheremetyevo-2 stood a tall young man with blond hair, who looked like a foreigner, wearing a blue robe up to his hips, tight leather trousers and platform boots. The same one that the girl saw at the moment of departure, rebirth, death, or whatever you call what happened to her. Alina wanted to jump back on the bus and go away from this terminal and the person she saw. She moved back, but when she wanted to put her hand on the railing of the bus, she found that she was grabbing an empty space. Too late.
The face of the man from the dying vision was more likely to be unhappy than angry, and did not at all resemble a collector of the souls of innocent girls, an evil demon of hell, and others like them. In his hand the guy held a leash with a black dragon. The animal grabbed the notebook on a beautiful plastic spring with its front paws and looked at the attackers with a pleading look. It was obvious that this pet furry did not intend to attack.
The asphalt between the guy and the attackers was torn up. In all likelihood, the stranger defended himself with earthen magic. Is it really a shaman? The magicians first attack against the three hooligans ended in his favor, but what will happen next?
The guy was attacked by three orcs wearing taxi driver jackets. The dispute, most likely, was over which of them would take the foreign guest to the city center. Although an inner voice whispered to Alina: «This is not so!» Intervene! Hes the reason youre here!»
Chapter 3. Battle with taxi drivers
The guy in the blue robe raised his right hand up, as if wanting to create a large combat fireball and rain down fire on the unfortunate taxi drivers and their personal vehicles.
A colleague, a battle mage, for some reason Alina decided for herself. She was both afraid and embarrassed to intervene. And rightly so, who needs an incompetent sorceress? Her fireballs, which she used to light the burners on the stove, could not compare in any way with real battle spells. Perhaps the girl would have succeeded, but, alas, she had no practice in this matter, and she was afraid to get into a fight, hoping for the Russian «Maybe» that the spells from the books of Olga Gromyko or Sergei Lukyanenko would work as described. What if the guy gets out on his own? He has a dragon. Fire-breathing, judging by the smoke from its nostrils.
The orcs, sensing their imminent death, retreated back to the cars, and the guy, taking advantage of the enemys momentary confusion, rushed away from the parking lot.
The unfortunate dragon, who did not expect this from his owner, almost let go of the notebook from his front paws and, stumbling, trotted after him.
Prey! the monsters roared and rushed together after the fleeing magician.
He turned around sharply and, noticing the chase, jumped. He summoned a levitation spell and jumped over the almost ten meter high fence that separated the parking lot from the airfield. The black dragon, whose owner had thrown away its leash, looked with a sad gaze either at the magician standing under the wing of the plane, or at the orcs approaching him in the clothes of taxi drivers.
Dan, who did you leave me with? he howled, clutching the notebook to his chest.
In the animals gaze one could read only one thing: «For what, Judas?» He tensed his small wings, twenty centimeters in span, and tried to take off, but, alas, the carcass turned out to be too heavy to lift. No matter how hard the pet was scolded, it could only jump a meter and, comically flapping its wings, fall and crush its tail.
But the orcs turned out to be much more perceptive. After another attempt by the dragon to imitate a black Boeing, one of the monsters jumped onto its back and, springing, grabbed onto the fence mesh at a height of almost five meters. Then it was a matter of technique, and the orc climbed to the other side of the airfield. The remaining two did the same, despite the fact that the dragon was indignant and promised them something unflattering. True, he babbled all his threats not in Russian, and no one had a chance to find out what fate he had in store for the nasty taxi drivers.
The owner, realizing that there was no way to escape the chase, ran under the stationary plane.
«Hes not a battle mage,» Alina said quietly under her breath, watching the guy hide from the taxi drivers behind the landing gear of the plane. And not a shaman. The asphalt is probably the work of these orcs.
The dragon, who sat down under a pillar and began to write notes, glared at the strange girl with a yellow eye with an elongated black pupil, but, realizing that danger could hardly be expected from an unarmed girl, he continued to do his job.
Levitation! Alina commanded herself, repeating all Dans intonations and spreading her arms wide.
From the films, the girl remembered that the magician did exactly this when taking off. It didnt work, so she jumped and repeated the spell before her feet could touch the ground. Managed!!! She felt that she had suddenly become weightless and could fly anywhere.
The dragon followed her beyond the fence with a look full of envy and, stopping writing, also began jumping up and down, repeating the word levitation. Alas, what is given to people is not given to magical mammals, so he had no choice but to cling to the chain-link mesh with his claws and climb over the fence, as the orcs did.
While the clumsy, fat-assed dragon, holding a notebook in his teeth, climbed onto the field, a real battle unfolded there.
As soon as Alina reached the Hungarian Airlines airbus, around which Dan and a trio of orcs were almost playing tag, she quite accidentally released a real combat fireball towards the pursuers of the stranger magician.
The spell happened by itself: the girl just imagined how a small light flies out of her hand and grows to the size of ball lightning. And as soon as she uttered the word «fireball,» something lit up in her heart, hot lava flowed through the arteries to the palm of her right hand and, flying out into the air, turned into a half-meter ball.
Why did she decide to help this strange boy in a blue robe? Why is he good, but the orcs must run away with their backs scorched? If it werent for the memories of the moment of her departure from the banal world, the girl would not have paid any attention to this tall, strong guy in a blue robe and his problems. And since this was the only witness of her transition to the world of magicians, then he must be saved from the orcs, even if these monsters are «good» gentlemen. But what about who to interrogate if they kill the magician?
Three non-humans, seeing a strong combat spell, collapsed to the ground, pressing the backs of their heads with their paws. Its not without reason that they say that the orc offspring are not distinguished by intelligence and intelligence: the monsters bowed their heads, but they placed their butts just right so that the fireball thrown by Alina would set their pants on fire in the most indecent place.
The magician, who was escaping from the nonhumans, stopped and stared in amazement at the savior who had appeared out of nowhere, muttering a single word under his breath: «Lina.» There was no end to his surprise, but it was too early to relax and celebrate the victory. And Alina herself wondered why he was so scared that he knew her name and called her in the European manner.
Letistenote 2! Lets go! the black dragon sitting on the fence screamed as if he had been cut, which brought the guy out of his stupor about the girl who saved him, and the sorceress well also out of her stupor.
The sorceress, who did not know the language in which the animal screamed, only looked where the dragon was pointing with its paw. The magician also stared there.
The fireball that set the orcs on fire did not melt in the air, but continued on its way towards the small Boeing at the next exit. And the plane had already turned on its engines. You dont need to be an aviator to understand what happens when a fireball touches fuel. So its not difficult to demolish the airport. Bin Laden will be jealous.
Why do fireballs go out on their own only in cartoons and science fiction novels? However, Alina did not waste time thinking about it.
Water cannon! the girl blurted out the first spell that came to her mind and extended both hands forward, palms out.
It didnt take long for the force to appear again. Now it seemed to the sorceress that her heart had drowned in the depths of the ocean, and a stream of water gushed from her palms under great pressure, so that she could hardly stand on her feet.
I must say, Alina made it just in time, and the hissing firebrand fell to the ground literally five meters from the planes wing.
Phew!
Dan, smiling contentedly, looked at the heavily breathing magician.
But, alas, it was too early to relax again. She was guaranteed a meeting with the asphalt that the sorceress would remember for a long time. Two orcs took a tactically correct action and, knocking her down, sat on her like on a log: one on her shoulder blades, the other on her knees.
The cheek with which Alina hit the ground ached with pain, but she could not even raise her head.
Why did you interfere, bitch? barked the orc, who settled on his shoulder blades. Pink FIFA doesnt like amateur performances!
No matter how much she wanted, the girl could not say a word. And while two disgusting taxi drivers were holding her back, the remaining one attacked Dan with a knife. And he would not have lived if not for an accident.
Hey, orc, wait! the black dragon shouted in Czech, having already climbed over the fence and settled down not far from the battlefield with his notes.
The taxi driver, who obviously did not know any language other than Russian, stared questioningly at the animal, which spoke a language very similar to this Russian, but in a slightly different language. Ukrainian? Moldavian? Bulgarian?
What are you staring at? You must attack Dan with a brutal expression on your face, and my master must skillfully dodge you. Otherwise there is not enough pathos in the poem.
The orc, blinking his eyes, looked questioningly at the foreign dragon, who, after his fiery speech, again began to diligently scribble in his notebook.
Dan, who really disliked his pets penchant for poetry, winked at him. It turns out that sometimes the stupid speech of a graphomaniac has a stronger effect on the enemy than a spell. All the orcs abandoned their prey and went to the writer. Have you really decided to read his heroic poem?
Alina, of course, got up, without ceasing to rub her cheek, which was torn and bleeding.
Jak se jmenujete, Linanote 3? Dan looked sideways at the girl.
Alina stared questioningly at the magician with a stunned look. His phrase was similar to a stupid student stem: «Who wrote Turgenevs Mu-mu?»
«I dont name anyone,» she snorted. And Im not Lina. Youve made a mistake.
You dont understand me, Russian woman. Ill ask you what your name is. And Lina You look a lot like her.
The girl introduced herself and smiled back, as much as her broken cheek would allow her. But the magician opened his mouth in surprise. Even if its not Lina, Alina, whats the difference.
Are you a foreigner? she asked in response. But you know Russian quite well.
Im coming to Moscow from Prague. My name is Dan. I study Russian at school. I am a necromancer. I will get
But he didnt have time to finish. The orcs, who suspiciously quickly ceased to be interested in the dragons poetry, looked at the victim with a grin. But Alina understood perfectly well that the magician she met at the airport did not know combat spells. Its a shame not to be able to use levitation, but other bells and whistles require strength. If Dan is a necromancer, then all his abilities are in resurrecting the dead, and not in throwing fireballs. Thats why the guy chased the orcs around the plane, because the only thing he could do to them was to exhaust their physical strength.
The sorceress stretched her hands forward and whispered:
Fuck-tibi-doh-tibi-doh! Kirieshkus-dimedrolus!
She closed her eyes and imagined small crackers, filled with sleeping pills, flying out of the palm of her right hand. For some reason, out of fear, she decided that the stupid orcs would certainly rush to the crackers scattered on the ground and begin to devour them. As if the movie Shuriks unsuccessful experience with the professors sausage didnt mean anything.
But, alas, even the first point of Alinas plan failed. She has not yet reached that absolute level when any imagined spells would be translated into reality. I rolled my lip, as they say: it was one to noon in the magical world, and I already wanted to throw homemade spells.
So it turned out that instead of a hail of crackers, a pack of «Kirieshki suddenly fell out of the sorceresss hand. This would have been the end of the stupid idiot if one of the orcs had not picked up the crackers and swallowed them along with the packaging. Alina grimaced, how unsympathetic she was to such a habit of monsters.
Suddenly the non-human grabbed his stomach and spat out a pile of white rounds onto the ground sucked diphenhydramine tablets. In the best traditions of «Operation Y», as you would expect!
However, the effect of the spell immediately manifested itself, and the orc, unable to overcome gluttony, fell to the ground, snoring loudly.
«You are a very powerful magician, Alina,» Dan patted her on the shoulder. «You are no worse than Lina, with whom I confused you.»
The two remaining monsters, having recovered from putting their comrade to sleep, grabbed him by the arms and ran towards the airport service premises, loudly shouting to the skeletons in the trucks that hooligan magicians were operating at the fence.
«I would probably die if Alina didnt save me,» said the necromancer, taking the girls hand and touching the back of her hand with his lips.
Oddly enough, in her twenty-three years of life the girl had never met such a gallant gentleman as the young necromancer turned out to be. And even if he doesnt look like Sylvester Stallone or Leonardo DiCaprio, it doesnt matter that his long-nosed face is not at all photogenic, and his amber eyes combined with thick silver hair made him look like a Japanese cartoon character. But despite all this, there was something attractive about him. She lowered her gaze and covered her bruised cheek with her hand.
Is a Russian girl embarrassed? the magician pouted, Dan doesnt understand.
Hey, what are you doing there? a skeleton on a cart, driving towards the place where the sorceress and the necromancer stood, shouted into a megaphone. Who allowed you to walk along the runway as if it were Arbat?
The skeletons in Novosibirsk and Moscow were in exactly the same uniforms, only on the back of their orange vests were different airport names.
From her past life, Alina knew very well what the risks of walking along the tarmac were: if you werent arrested and called a terrorist, youd be run over by an airplane or blasted with such hot air that youd turn into a chop. Airports in the world of magicians were no different, with the exception of the skeletal-goblin staff, of course.