Oh, well. How many times have I sworn off sleeping on these sofas. I looked at the time — one-thirty, I only slept for five hours. Tara left at a little after five, and I decided not to go home, now I'm paying. I need to wash my face, and this is to go to the toilet... no, it's better to go to the Candy Wrapper, at the same time I'll take a shower. Yawning, he got up, stretched, dressed and went to the door. Going out into an empty hall, I looked at him. Space and silence. After all, there is a certain charm in the hall when it is empty, a certain calmness.
Both Vaska were sitting at the bar. They lived nearby, so if there was nothing to do, as a rule, they were here.
He waved to both of them as he passed by.
—Sakurai-san,— the Japanese Vasya called out to me. — There's a note left for you.
"It was great. The next entertainment is with me. Raydon".
It even became interesting what he would come up with. Oh, I wish I could get along with the whole class like this, if only heaven had come.
There was no wrapper. Again, somewhere looking for spare parts from everything in a row. And after all, the old man manages to make good money on it. Although this is rather a side result, I doubt that he spent his share from that banking business.
After taking a shower and changing clothes (it is necessary, by the way, to update the wardrobe here), I thought about what to do next. Have breakfast and contact Akemi or vice versa? At first, it's probably better to have a connection, to get to the kitchen through the whole building. Taking a special mobile phone with a left SIM card, lying right there and only here, I dialed the number:
— Hello, are you worried about the police…
— Greetings, Sakurai-san. — Oh, it seems. — Shall I pass the phone to Akemi-san?
— Let's do it via video chat, tell her that my laptop is already on.
"I'm sorry, Sakurai—san, but it's not possible at the moment, we're quite far from the computer.
— Is she free at all now?
— Right now, yes.
— Well, then give her the phone.
There was scuffling and muttering on the other side.
— Prive-e-et, Sin-cha-a-an! — Well, it looks like they don't need to keep quiet there.
— And you don't get sick. How's the baby?
— What's going to happen to this rodent? He's standing here, looking for a place to get into again.
— Heh heh. Okay, I have an idea here, we should meet.
— Then only in the evening... let's go to my place, at six.
The newfangled chic of the guildsmen was to rent an entire floor in some high-rise building, preferably in a hotel. And the more expensive, the better. And Akemi was no different from the others. Reputation is our everything. For me personally, this was expressed in the fact that it was easier to get to her unnoticed. A public place where there are always a lot of people and where few people paid attention to a single teenager. I could have looked away from everyone, and the guards on the cameras wouldn't have noticed it. And very few people looked at her floor at all. There were even minimal cameras there, and they were placed extremely well for me. Although as for me, from the point of view of security, such a fashion is stupid. However, these are their personal cockroaches, it's better for me.
— Okay. I'll be there at six.
— Just don't put my people out of action. I don't want to take my voice out on these freeloaders anymore.
— But now you know how uncomfortable it is to defend yourself in such a place.
— Yes, yes. There are only a few thieves of your level in the whole country. And there are no veterans among them. If you don't take into account the Tabata clan. — I note that the Tabata clan are not thieves in the usual sense, but rather ninjas, intelligence is their profile. — Yes, and you knocked out only ordinary militants.
— I knocked out those who prevented me from sneaking in unnoticed, and that's a big difference.
— And I took that into account. In any case, do not do this, put on a mask and walk calmly.
— Persuaded, tongue-tied. I'll be there at six.
— Then see you later.
— Bye, — having hung up, threw the mobile back on the shelf. Well, now for breakfast. Late.
The kitchen was empty. The girls working here would only come in the evening, and now there was only Aunt Natasha, another Russian soul, attached by me in Tokyo. There are not many Russians in Japan, there are much more of them in Germany, I'm just lucky with them.
Aunt Natasha came here in search of her missing husband, who stopped writing and calling. I collected money, borrowed where I could, and went to rescue my beloved man from trouble. She was sure that if he stopped contacting her, then he was in trouble.
In general, she found a husband. He was sitting at the military base of one of the clans as a slave. One clan girl turned his head and sent him to his death. The girl was not of any kind, but she really wanted to, so she tried to curry favor with someone else's hands. Russian Russian is sitting with a collar, she did not succeed, and the wife of a Russian without money and work is rushing around a foreign country, not knowing what to do next.
I met Aunt Natasha herself, a beautiful, youthful woman of about forty-five, when she was being pushed out of some hotel by big men, in which, as I later found out, the same girl lived. And she had such despair on her face that I couldn't resist. He came up, shook me up, took me to a cafe, talked to me, which was difficult because of my age. I found out what was wrong and took him to the club, in the care of Honda. And then I thought about how to get the man out of the clutches of one of the clansmen.
The problem was not even that I couldn't steal it, but that it was pointless, Natalia was too lit up. When searching for a prisoner, the clansmen will come out to the woman in any case, and now, quite possibly, to me. Something more legal was needed here. And then I asked old Kenta for advice, with his life experience, why not. Like, I met a woman, I really want to help, but I don't know how. The old man surprised me then. He said that over a long life he had met a considerable number of people and that if that man was really insignificant, then he could try to negotiate his release.
Another bell that I didn't notice again.
The result was ugly. The released man first of all rushed to his sweetheart, who sent him. He did not despair and, in turn, sent his wife, starting to take care of his passion in a new way. Caught the eye of the security service of the clan in which the girl was. And oddly enough, he was accepted into this very clan. Apparently, the fact that the head of the Koyama clan paid attention to him, albeit for some unknown reason, played a role.
In a short time, a divorce was arranged, and Natalia found herself in a broken trough in a foreign country. That story ended for the woman with a month of black depression and the position of head chef at the Swallow club. Well, now she lives in the same club and tries not to pay attention to the Shotgun, which incites wedges to her. But my personal opinion is that he will put the squeeze on her and still take a long-awaited vacation.
— Hi, Aunt Natasha. Feed me? I asked in Russian.
—Good day to you, too," she smiled back. — Sit down, we'll think of something now. Do you like it easier or tighter?
— Yes, I just woke up, Aunt Natasha.
— I'll cook something from Russian cuisine, do you mind?
- From your hands — anything. — She also worked as a cook at home. And her mother, and her grandmother. Hereditary cook, in general. So really, anything. It won't be bad.
Finishing his semolina porridge, he nodded at the newspaper that the woman was reading.
— What are they writing about?
— Nothing new. They are talking about this story with the Tokyo Museum.
— Is it in which everything was destroyed, but nothing was taken?
— Well, yes. Now they are checking the exhibits for authenticity. They believe that vandals could have replaced something. The police began to receive new combat robots. We have a new Minister of Education. — With us. Look how. — Another skirmish with Malay pirates. — Yeah, we know those pirates. It's more like corsairs here. — Yes, it seems that's all, nothing else interesting.
"Wow, it's delicious as always," I said, pushing my empty plate away. — Thank you very much. And now I'll go, I think... I'll get busy.
— Come on. Good luck with your... business there," she chuckled.
It looks like I was thinking about something obscene, heh.
I have to go home now. Change clothes, check in, whatever, and rush to the shooting range to shoot. Yes, I will, I'll kill the time until six.
On the way to the house, a tire was already waiting for me, probably punched through the security service of the clan that I entered the territory of the quarter. How hard it is to live here after all. I'd rather be eighteen. No, I could still find an apartment for myself. And the problem is not that they will ask me later: how is it that you, a minor and without parents, were able to rent an apartment? Ah, friends helped. And what kind of friends, if not a secret? The problem is that no one will ask me anything. And they will just take note and will promote "friends". And who knows what they will come to.
Sheena was annoyed. The tire was boiling. Sheena stood in the pose of a wife meeting her husband returning from a drunken night.
"So where have you been?" — Somewhere I have already heard a similar phrase. — I go into the house to talk about what happened in the dining room, and he's not there. — Oh, how. I just walked in. Damn burglar. — And in the evening he is not, and at night he is not. And even in the morning it is not there! I'm sitting like a fool, waiting for him, and he's staggering somewhere.
— Girl, do you have any problems?
— You're in trouble, little one. "Such problems,— she hissed.
— Wait, wait. I'm asking quite seriously," I said, raising both hands to chest level. — A teenage girl sitting at home all day instead of finding a thousand ways to have a good time, clearly has some problems.
— You ... you ... you... idiot, — and, turning around, walked briskly in the direction of her house. And at the very gate she stopped and turned around. — And I have a lot to do! — she shouted before going inside.
"We need to escape from here. Now he'll calm down, come back and start taking out my brain. Quickly change into inconspicuous and get out," I thought, going up to my room.
And I almost made it. I changed into dark blue jeans and a gray turtleneck and, having already opened the door of the room, I heard the front door slam. Well, here we go again through the window to escape. Although stop, the tire is not stupid, well, at least most of the time, which means it takes into account my window. Especially not for the first time I'm running away. And she slammed the door too loudly. So, to hell with the window, we leave through the main gate. Although she knows that I know ... oh, well, figs with him, if anything, we break through with a fight.