My city 2: The terrifying history Zhalovskoy, or the Spider

The belief carefully asked.

– And you and?

– I am Robert's friend. – he answered. – If we help it? The one who will make it?

Belief having thought, and having assessed a situation asked

– And I can refuse?

– You can, but then for certain Roman will die.

The belief could not make the decision. It was in panic, but soon the judiciousness got the best. She asked.

– What do I have to do?

Chapter-7

Roman's oath

Any boy in the childhood wants to become the intelligence agent or the astronaut. On extremely measure it was at the CPSU. Now each child wants to become a businessman. To earn huge money, to drive about over the different countries. To have the mistress and not to be for anything responsible. It is a pity that time of the CPSU passed in the past. Though it is also abused, then there was an order. And now? I ask that now? Unemployment time. Only the few got from a financial hole on feet. Or perhaps as speak on television, appointed them to be millionaires? Almost nobody owns the real business except politicians and their children. What is it? Mighty of this world, or something else? On this question there is an answer. But everyone will give it to itself(himself).

Here and Vera. She sits at herself in the apartment, in a chair at a window. Outside the window winter. On the street snow. The white carpet laid the earth white down a blanket. Fresh clean air. Walking on the street, any person would enjoy in the frosty afternoon. But it was necessary to Vera walks. She sat in a chair, in her hands there was a folder. She watched it, carefully studying everyone in it the page, and could not understand how it is possible? She knew Roman long ago, and could never assume that he is an intelligence agent. However, it never asked itself this question. – Who such Roman? – she considered that he is an architect, but she was mistaken. This there was only a cover freely to go to any presentations, and to go abroad. Nobody would suspect the ordinary architect of work on FSB, before KGB. Well, it well worked all these years. But now, it needs the help. It never needed it, but now? It needed the help. Hardly anyone to venture from it? And furthermore from the help of the person with which lived all the life. The belief wanted to help Roman, but it did not know as? However, it was unimportant now. A priority was what should be learned what sort Roman needed the help. From documents provided by Dimitrii to Vera it was clear that Roman came to one of the organizations, specializing in what, according to them, was called data migration in a human brain. Did you watch the movie "Johnny Mnemonik, with Kinau Reeves in a Leading Role"? And so, that if to assume that such technologies exist actually? Even if if it from area of a fantasy. But in the theory it exists. Worldwide network, here and all science. After invented the computer, Investigation came to new level, and to that certificates many facts from life of intelligence agencies, in particular, of Americans. I will not be afraid to write that they listen to the whole world. Thanking only to the Internet. Exposure of the confessed people on the central television testifies to that. So I did not break any mysteries of this history. So, we will continue. The belief from read by it understood only that Roman contacted some People who were engaged in sale of the state secrets. How did they do it? On it many answers, but now, they thought up a new way of sale of these secrets. Their direct transfer to other intelligence service. What this was in a way? Who was its performer and who to customers, and couriers? Nobody knew it. Nobody understood how in general there will be information transfer and how it will be carried out? This is Roman and had to find out. Obviously, Roman wanted to secure Vera and therefore he broke up with her. Now this Vera knew for certain.

Having read all business, it postponed it for the standing little table nearby, and having risen about a chair approached to costing at a wall to book shelves, and having found the book about Mata Hari's fate, Vera having sat down back in a chair was accepted to reading. Who was this female Mata Hari? Spy? But for what service it worked? History is silent on this matter. In general, this book was entertaining and interesting. Its biography, and its history in the novel under the personalized name. Who-who but only intelligence agents know what this dangerous profession, the intelligence agent. They can never relax. All their works cannot be in vain. And if it happens, then and in investigations there is nothing to do.

As for policy, here a question on which the answer has to and is unambiguous. All people, since eighteen years politicize. Having received the passport, the person automatically becomes a voter. He chooses bodies of the ruling power and by that to feel in political life of the country. And if he at the same time enters a party, then he becomes her member, and consciously approaches problems of party and the people.

Mata Hari did not belong to uniform party, but she was a spy or the intelligence agent? On this question there is also no definite answer. Words are similar, but an essence different. The spy is the person working in the country on others, and the intelligence agent is the person working in others country for the. Here also choose who such there was Mata Hari. The great woman working for intelligence agencies.

The belief understood that it is only history. In the real world all in a different way. Though its end was obvious to it, she decided finally that she will make about what it was asked by Dimitrii. It will help the husband that it costed to it, even own life.

It approached took cellular, and having dialed number Romana asked about meetings. That agreed to listen to her.

Here it, too cafe where they once spent the days. In it nothing changed. The same windows, the same dusty chandeliers weighing on a ceiling. The bourgeois samovar standing at a wall. It is proud the boiled water of hot water spilling from a nose. Yes, this there was their cafe, cafe of romanticism and rest. Having entered a door of cafe, Vera examined to the hall, and having seen sitting at a window in a corner, on that place where they always carried out the meal, she approached it, and having thrown off a ladies' handbag bluntly, and having hung up it on a back of a chair, the village. She greeted, and asked.

– What plans at you concerning me?

Having looked at the novel on trust was surprised to this question. It on it had no plans. He was afraid of only one, kind of Vera learned that he wants to divorce and marry with her Larisa. That answered.

– I want a divorce.

These words were not for Vera news in any way. She knew that Roman eventually will divorce. Larisa and her children, here the reason on which they could not be with it together. The belief wanted to change a situation, but it was impossible. Larisa claimed that his these children, and Roman trusted her.

– Means you want a divorce. – Vera questioned. – What for? – pretended that she does not understand the reason of their gap. – Unless to us badly together?

Roman heaved a deep sigh. He still loved this woman, loved for the fact that she saved life of his daughter, and hated for the fact that she did not tell it for all these years the truth about his mother, and for what she did not present to it the child. These two feelings mixed up in his heart, and he could not understand whether he loves it or hates? Yes, this question? They say, from love to hatred one step? This term as well as possible approached Roman. Looking on trust, he wanted it, wanted to be with it and at the same time what that its part hated it for all that grief which was caused by it to it with his mother.

Nobody can hate the parents what they were not. They are parents, and these were told everything. Roman understood it as well as possible. He was a parent, and understood that his children with what they did not grow up, will grow only under his education and Larisa. Depends only on education whom this little person will grow up? Roman told.

– I have children, I want that they grew up in full-fledged family. I do not want that they grew up as well as Vika. But there was a situation, not here. – he made a pause, then added. – I do not want that my children considered me the rascal.

The belief listened carefully to the husband and it seemed to it that he regrets that overslept with Larisa. He loved Vera! For all these years spent with it he became attached to it, and then fell in love. Having forgotten about Nina, he lived with her all these years in consent and love, it did not become clear yet that Vera cannot conceive. But whether so it actually? The belief told.

– Do you consider that this your children?

– Certainly.

The belief asked.

– And you did the analysis of DNA?

Roman was surprised.

– What for?

– That ж. – there began the story the Belief. – I did not want to speak as your late mother did not order to extend to me to this subject. – she made a pause, kind of training Roman for a surprise: – Matter in that. – she told. – That I can have children, and you cannot.

Roman was dumbfounded. It was in confusion. How could it occur? Why his mother did not speak to him about it? Then everything would be in a different way? It would never change Vera and the more so Larisa definitely did not bullshit it that this his children! Everything was differently.