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Oleg Divov

New world

Damn, - Nina sighed, murdered. - Heck! - she threw away the crumpled blade of grass and irritatedly tore off a new one.

We sat on the beach. The great Scottish river Tweed rolled past its ancient waves. And she didn't care that there were two bewildered young women waiting for the police. And do not care that there is a corpse at the very edge of the water. And even more so she did not care that in the ruins of the baronial castle a Siberian cyborg guards the fragments of a non-federal-made sniper robot.

It flowed to itself and flowed. How it flowed two thousand years ago and how it will flow in a thousand years, when everyone will forget about the two women, the corpse, the cyborg and the robot.

I nodded.

Will August be back soon? Nina asked hopefully.

I have no idea.

I said nothing.

And you certainly can't conclude an investigation agreement without him?

Why can't I? Can.

Look, I just don't know: if I, for example, conclude a contract with you, am I obliged to tell the police something?

You don't have to. It's the detective's job to convince you to help the investigation. Another thing is that silence can work against you.

No no. Look: I’ll tell you everything, but can I tell the police nothing at all? Will it not be used against me?

If the police suspect that you are guilty, they will detain you anyway.

Yes, it would be a fig with him ... Well, that is, not quite ... Look after my son, if anything?

I also reached for a blade of grass.

What have you done?

I’m nothing. Not fair. I just know this guy. His name is ... his name was Miguel Bash. Don't think, I didn't even like him. And I ... I don’t know, but he acted as if I had no gender. Strange for an Eldorado, isn't it? They are hot, making eyes at everyone in a row, and he is an Eldorade. Refugee. Sorry, I'm so crumpled ... In short, we know each other. And I think he was killed because of me. He entrusted me with one secret, not even a secret, but just a hint, and I ... Well, I had a difficult period, you know, in general, I let it slip. No, it's not what you think, there was a threat to another person, I warned him. Or they might have thought that Miguel did it. And now it has been removed. For a long tongue. But I can't, at least cut me, I can't tell the police. Because the police will just start, and then the feds will get down to business, and Ian will find out ...

Wow detective, I thought. What, however, are the acquaintances of our prima donna. What nonsense ... Idiocy ... For a long time no one managed to stun me so. Miguel confided in Nina? What for? Did you want to send a message? Who? To me? Okay, let's figure it out. Now we need to help out this fool.

Can you pretend?

What? Oh, yes, of course. I am not a great actress, but anyone who goes on stage is a little bit ... an actor ...

Then cry, ”I advised very indifferently, having already noticed a police car in the distance.

Cry? Oh, I get it.

And he sits, the main thing, pokes his eyes.

I shoved her in the side:

Are you going to cry or what ?!

Nina immediately went into the most natural hysteria that I have ever seen. Wow "little actress"! I hugged her trembling shoulders and whispered softly in her ear:

You know nothing. You're shocked. You are a famous singer, subtle nature. You were attacked by dogs, then you saw how they killed a man. You didn't see him at all, you don't know if you've ever met or not. You didn't have time to stare. You first thought he was hurt, so you helped me get the guy out of the water and turn him over. But when I saw the wound, I lost my composure. You need peace and quiet. You were still running after me on adrenaline, already not thinking a damn thing, and now you have a withdrawal. You…

Yes, I know! - through clenched teeth and sobs Nina hissed. - In general, let them ask the guys from Everest how nervous I am!

They will ask how. I just see how the police will find out from their colleagues from Everest if Nina Ossi is really capable of bursting into tears at the sight of a corpse. Rather, they will be interested in my past. And my past is such that it would be better not to stutter about it at all.

Although ... And why, strictly speaking, not?

And I dialed Federal Agent Harris.

Vera Harris, a neat woman of her early youth, was still very attractive. Slightly above average height, lean, smooth and stern. An even haircut in the style of "small head" hugged her regular skull literally hair to hair. A decent straight tweed skirt reached exactly mid-knee. Makeup - discreet, in natural tones. The jacket is just a little fitted, and that is because it is old-fashioned long. If he were straight, it would seem baggy, it would involuntarily attract the eyes, and Vera did not want to attract anything. She always knew exactly what she wanted. At work - only an agent. At home - only a wife and a mother. I had no doubt that when she came home, she took off her tweed suit and hid it in the darkest corner of her wardrobe, put on a flowered dress or even a silk kimono, washes hair styling products off her smooth head and turns into a disheveled, cheerful bird with an affectionate nickname Lolo or Vivi. She goes to cook dinner for the family, using recipes from her grandmother, plays with the children with dolls, and plays strip poker with her husband before bed. But all this is only until the moment when the alarm goes off in the morning. Then she takes a shower, goes to the dressing room - and transforms into Agent Harris.

I really liked this woman. Sometimes I dreamed that I would leave August, ask the feds and be an intern with Vera.

We were still sitting by the river. Folding chairs were brought for Nina and me. Nina got into the role so that she was taken apart by a serious chill. She wrapped her shoulders in three woolen blankets, warmed her fingers on a large mug of hot tea, and sobbed with irritating regularity. Like a machine. Every thirty seconds - a squish-squish. Agent Harris, upon meeting, looked her over with undisguised doubt, said nothing. And she only asked me questions.

Squelch-squish.

Vera Harris stood, hugging her elbows, between me and the edge of the river water. She didn't offer to call a doctor for Nina. She drove away the police and an out of nowhere pair of local amateur reporters. I told her exactly what it was: Nina and I were walking along the shore, we saw a young man, he was fishing, his dogs rushed at us, Vasilisa gave them a thrashing, and then - bam! Bam! .. Everything is fair, right up to the moment when we found Vasilisa, who killed the robot sniper in the ruins of the baronial castle. What happened next did not matter to the investigation. Nina and I are just bystanders. We have seen and know exactly as much as any two local women in our place. Yes, of course, I've met this guy many times. He was fishing here every day. Of course, I know where he lives, I was in that boutique, I always dreamed of picking up shoes for walking along the hills. No, I didn't. I almost bought it once, but the color did not fit. Yes, the victim was a conspicuous person. First, no one in Peebles goes fishing every day. Secondly, these ill-bred dogs of his were remembered not only by all the neighbors, but also by everyone who would have thought of taking a walk along this bank of the river. Where are the dogs? I don't know, they probably ran home.

Squelch-squish.

I already wanted to hit Nina. She could choose something else if she really needed to simulate stress-based stereotypes. I suspect my smile was not at all sympathetic when I told Vera Harris about the delicate nervous organization of the famous singer Nina Ossi. Of course, I also recalled the events on Everest, when Nina was part of our group, fired upon by an unknown sniper.

Squelch-squish.

I made plans of sophisticated revenge. On her return to the estate, Nina will certainly ask for brandy. She'll have a fig, not brandy.

Squelch-squish.

Miss Berg, ”Vera Harris said suddenly,“ do you have the right to sign contracts for investigation in the absence of your boss?

Yes, - I answered, noting at the same time the emphasized formality of tone and appeal.

Actually, Vera and I were on friendly terms. We met under sad circumstances - I as a witness to the murder, she as an agent. But at the next meeting it turned out that we have a lot in common. When I returned from Shanghai, we accidentally met her in the city and got into a conversation. In front of strangers, Vera observed some formalities in communication, of course, but not so official.

I see, ”she said. - Maybe it's for the best. In that case ... - she looked at Nina once more, - I will not detain you. I hope that you will still visit our glorious country.

I'm going to stay here until my boss returns. If I need to leave, I will notify you.

Vera looked sideways at Nina. She said nothing about her. And she didn't even hint that she was counting on cooperation with me if I took something out of Nina.

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Title: New World
Author: Oleg Divov
Year: 2015
Genre: Detective fiction, Science fiction, Social fiction

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They started killing and won't stop. They need to quickly eliminate those of their own who are no longer needed, and all strangers who stand in the way. Federal security barely has time to count the corpses, and no one understands what the main stake in this deadly game is. Happiness for everyone? Don't be ridiculous, says Della Berg, you've been duped. The question is - what for.

Yes, life in a liberal utopia is not easy. Great opportunities, but a rigid framework. No one will die of hunger, but few will achieve real success.

And you were definitely not promised ordinary human happiness.

But for the humiliated and desperate, for everyone who has been pushed overboard by society, there is a way out. You just need to understand that your world has reached a dead end and you can't continue living like that. In a beautiful and just New World, the latter will be the first, and all the others will be equal.

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Yes, life in a liberal utopia is not easy. Great opportunities, but a rigid framework. No one will die of hunger, but few will achieve real success.

And you were definitely not promised ordinary human happiness.

But for the humiliated and desperate, for everyone who has been pushed overboard by society, there is a way out. You just need to understand that your world has reached a dead end and you can't continue living like that. In a beautiful and just New World, the latter will be the first, and all the others will be equal.

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