Climbing to the top of the hill, Dara turned to face the sun. He looked, his eyes narrowed, the sun was bright, warm, giving hope, warm. Dara, loved to look at the sun. Bright ball. It was like Zen meditation.
Closing his eyes, Dara saw at first darkness, then light, and after that he felt a surge of unprecedented mental energy. This was an integral yoga practice. In the modern world there were leftovers, cultivator practices. They were no longer in full. Some of the materials were lost over the centuries, the colonialists took out another, and the zealous communists burned the third, as opposed teachings of their ideology. And some of the existing spiritual and bodily practices were withdrawn by special forces. Since an ordinary person, if he used these practices, he could have X-abilities.
Dara, so he could control his blood, move them through the blood vessels, heat the blood, or vice versa cool. So he healed himself of many infectious, viral diseases. He could strengthen his body. Becomes stronger, wiser, prudent.
Just the same thoughts visited Dara when he admired the sun on top of his world. The world was not big, but the time was right for the beginning farmer, businessman, possessor of magical power.
Magic power did not appear immediately, not always, well, as it happens in everyday life.
It is a pity that now all of his magical powers were sealed by his system, which controlled the viruses inside him. They then were responsible for the activation of X-abilities.
People did not understand this, they were afraid of viruses, because of fear of them, they destroyed them. People defeated the battle, but lost the war. As one Russian scientist wrote, in 2020, people defeated the flu so that the coronovirus takes its place. It turns out that the flu was feuding with the coronovirus and did not let it in to people. Since the influenza armies were stronger and defeated, the coronovirus army. But man himself killed the flu to replace it with a coronovirus. The author claimed that if humanity defeats Covid-19, then an even more deadly virus will take its place. The genius was called Dr. Igor.
Reflecting on this, Dara basked under the rays of the sun. Until his idyll was interrupted by the voice "hey what are you doing here"? It was an old man. Slightly hunched, but still strong. Hair was not visible under a large, shabby, straw hat. What immediately flashed were the blue eyes. This color is not characteristic of the Asian region. Well, is it that the highlanders? The skin was dark. On your feet are good boots with mountain "cats" with special carbon fiber claws for walking on steep slopes. For shoes, you can immediately say what kind of person stands in front of you. Shoes, status indicator. If this is a good shoe, then the person in front of you is at least wealthy. Moreover, well-provided. With a minimum salary of $ 1,000. This is either a security official - a policeman, an official or a shadow market worker who does not pay taxes. In any case, a person with connections, a difficult person. He was dressed in an unusual place for a villager.
Beige denim jacket with pockets. To the tone of the jacket, thin cashmere vest, brown shirt, brown denim jeans.
Then his observations were again interrupted by the old man: "I asked you what are you doing here? Who are you? Who allowed you to climb this hill is a private territory, I will call the guard! "
A strange old man flashed through Dar's head.
"Peace be with you, old man! What are you shouting, not saying hello? You yourself live in our area for a long time, but why don't you respect our customs? " grinned, answered with a question to the question of Dara.
"I only say hello to friends! Who are you"? the old man growled menacingly, pulling a small but apparently sharp geological hammer from his pocket.
It was dangerous to joke with that! Maybe a local madman? Thought Dara.
Dara, took out, slowly, an android from his pocket, turned it on, entered the security code, opened the application, the tax service. Then, with a thumb, he pressed the center of the screen. A window opened, it showed his personal data. Photograph - smiling Dara, his last name, first name, year and date of birth. Cadastral data on farm ownership.
After that, Dara just as carefully turned around the android screen and showed it to a strange old man.
He came up, grabbed a fast and obviously professional movement of the android. With blind eyes, he looked at the information for a long time. After a while, he returned, Dara, his phone. Frowning brows, straightened, clenched teeth, opened in a half-smile and hiding a hammer back in his pocket.
"So you are a grandson, our manager and friend Feruz-Mirzo?!" "Well done"!
"Excuse me, man, that I yelled at you like that. You understand, I have such a service! "
The old man apologized.
Dara, by his manner of speaking and dressing, realized that this old man was a veteran of the state security department. Apparently, he was responsible for supervising the scientific part of this project.
"Well, everything is clear, this is your job! It was just unusual that instead of greeting you immediately started interrogating me, "Dara said with a smile.
"You see, there was one project ... now they have frozen it, but that does not mean that they forgot about it!"
"Grandma how? Grandfather? Retired"?
Dara "No, my grandfather decided to go into business in his old age, and my grandmother helps him!"
"I am now opening a farmer's store in the capital, they will help me. So if you need fresh fruits, berries, nuts ... ".
"Hey Dara, look around you, what do you see?" interrupted his old man.
"Well, farms, fields," Dara answered.
"Ah, I understand, I froze stupidity, ahahahhahahaaha!" laughed, Dara.
"Well, okay, so you did not answer my question, what did you lose on this hill, what did you collect, judging by the protruding backpack?" the old officer did not relent.
"Yes, I've tortured a cough," cheated, Dara.
"I'm looking for different herbs, berries, fruits to treat cough, bronchi and lungs."
"I accidentally climbed a hill, and then I found garlic and quince, and some other herbs, now in search of other herbs, I want to try traditional medicine recipes at home!" Dara answered innocently.
He opened the backpack and showed the finds to the meticulous old man.
He looked at them for a long time, fingered them, then smiled, waved his hand.
"Well, okay, I see that you are an honest young man, but you know, self-medication is not a good idea!"
"But do you know what inept doctors are now?" objected, Dara.
"You're right"! "Well, okay, listen to the old man, if you cross the other side of the hill, there are platforms. They were specially created 20 years ago. Test sites, vegetables, berries, herbs grow there. So there, you will definitely find what you need! "
"Just look, take a little, the experiment is still ongoing. I'm both a watchman, a laboratory assistant and a guide. " The old man smiled, waved his hand, Dara and went back to his post.
It was a small tent, protective color, which, Dara, did not immediately see.
"Thank you so much"! thanked Dara and headed along the route indicated by the old man.