— Did you leave after all? — the father asked the returning son.
- yes. Ruined all poor Ray's night plans.
— And how do you like him?
— Serious guy. On such a one, where you sit down, there you will get off.
— That's right, nothing takes him. Heh, and how he began to list his shortcomings," the elder Ohayashi smiled. And, abruptly becoming serious, he turned to his son: "Your plan is accepted. You'll make your sister happy yourself. This Sakurai turned out to be an even better candidate than I had expected.
— Sate?
— He crossed the line. I will try to end the engagement peacefully, but the fact that there will be no wedding is a fact.
— In that case, it is necessary to force reconciliation with Koyama. And then they'll take another guy to their clan.
— They won't take it away. The approach to Koyama should be as reliable as possible. So take your time. But you shouldn't slow down either.
— Why are you so sure about Sakurai? I mean that...
— I understand you. It's a matter of experience, over time you will also learn to understand people. In the meantime, take it for granted — Sakurai will not obey anyone. We need to talk to Aneko about this.
— Hmm, whatever you say, Father. What to do with our would-be judges?
— Clean the toilets of these assholes!
—Heh-heh-heh," Seng allowed himself a little fun. And still smiling, he asked. — But seriously?
— Does it look like I'm joking?! The head of the clan jumped up. — These freaks have cast a shadow on our entire family! Let them rejoice that they got off so easily. Damn masters.
— Ahem. And how many of them?
— Until I calm down.
—Uh-uh... on-o-on,— Seng drawled uncertainly. Then," he scratched his chin thoughtfully, "the next item is gifts…
* * *
Leaning back in the car seat, I was finally able to completely relax. But I hope I will have to attend such events more than once in the future. No wonder Kenta, as far as I can tell, mows down from them as much as he can. To hell with it. Can I at least not think about it on the way home? By the way.
— Tell your grandfather that I was given a pass to the Ohayashi quarter, — I said to the girl sitting next to me.
—Whatever you say, man," Sheena answered me with a pint of venom in her voice.
M-yes. Relaxed, it's called. Closing my eyes and pretending to be a tired person, I began the disassembly:
— Is there something you don't like?
— Oh, not-uh-uh. Of course not. I like everything. Everything is just fine.
— But I don't like your tone.
— These are purely your personal problems.
— And the fact that I had to rein you in recently is also just my problem?
—Well, yes," Sheena said, a little surprised. And obviously fake. — It 's not for me tomorrow that the neighbor will
break her arms and legs
!
Opening my eyes, I calmly turned my head to the Tire. She was angry. I would even say furious. Slowly reaching out her hand to my neck, she began to strangle me just as slowly. Answering in this position is clearly not worth it if I don't want to look pathetic. So, raising my hand, I put it on the girl's hand.
— Ay-ay-ay.
It doesn't hurt that much, the twisted arm. I could have turned on the "armor", for that matter.
"If you do something like that again," I said, letting go of her hand, "you and I will quarrel," and, adding "yaki", I added: "I'm warning you for the last time.
Moving away from me, the girl, who had lost all her enthusiasm, rubbed her hand, looking at me suspiciously. As if he wasn't a Teacher.
"You've offended me," she finally said.
"Your ass obviously hasn't felt the rod for a long time," I said, sighing.
— What do you know about rods?!
This cry of the soul even raised my eyebrow by itself.
— It looks like less than you.
Looking at the embarrassed and blushing girl, I felt my anger go away.
"It's all because of you," Sheena mumbled. — If you then... it's all because of you, in short.
—Of course, of course," I muttered. — I'm to blame for all your troubles, right?
— Yes!
- and you, then, are a holy, innocent girl? — Silent. — Isn't that right?
— Well, there were a couple of times, I broke down. And you immediately complain to your grandfather.
— Wow, a couple of times. And you know, I have never complained to your grandfather, as, in fact, to my father. — I don't remember everything right now, but it didn't seem like that. Kagami set her up, except that. — So your accusations are just the nonsense of an offended child.
— And you didn't complain to mom?!
— There was no such thing.
—You're lying,— Sheena said. But not so confident anymore.
— Believe me, beautiful. Even if I wanted to complain about you, it wouldn't make any sense. Your joints are already seen by everyone around," I said grumpily. A soulful voice with a tire won't get through, I know that. "And that's what pisses me off about you," I added in a voice of anger. — If you are torn off the tower in front of strangers and you start to lose the coast, then at least keep quiet.
— Yes, when was this?! It's you out there today in front of strangers...
— Shin-chan, baby... this happens all the time. I just shut you up. When you started, by the way, to carry too much. In front of strangers.
If she says now that she didn't say anything like that, I'll end this conversation and try to stay away from her.
— It was possible somehow otherwise... — I won't even answer. — And what does "shoals" mean? Name at least one... no, two.
— Tire… I no longer believe that if you hear this from me, you will improve. Go to your grandfather or your mother. Although... judging by your exclamation about the rods, your relatives are not a decree either. But I'll tell you one thing for sure: if you put me in an awkward position again, it's better not to approach me. I'll do
my best to stay away from you.
"I'll go to my grandfather," they answered me angrily, "and... and to my mother. But if your words are empty… Then I'll definitely break something for you. And then you can run away from me.
"What makes you think I'm going to run away from you?" — Okay, stop. "Yaki" back. "We've known each other all our lives, baby. I'll find a way to deal with you. And get out of your corner already. I won't eat you.
I remembered how after one case I had a bad cold. I couldn't get out of bed for two days. At the age of twelve, I was still a very conditional witcher. And Sheena then spent the whole two days in my room, caring for me. Even Kagami couldn't drive her away. It would be a shame if we still quarrel. Maybe I should really complain? Well, or talk openly with her mother? Before, before Dakisyuro, she wasn't so frostbitten, but here it's only a month — and I've already started to break down because of her. I think I'll do that. Later. Let her try to improve herself first. But I will definitely talk, it may not be the way I see it. Maybe I'm the idiot.
Having handed over the Tire from hand to hand to my parents, I went home. He closed the door behind him, stood for a couple of moments, leaning on it. Throwing the keys on the table in the living room, fell on the sofa. Now you can take a deep breath. It's been a busy day after all. And how much is there in the future? Also, these Ohayashi with their pass ... so, stop, cheer up, Max. I have a life ahead of me, and something tells me that it will not be easy, and I have already dismissed the whining. So get together, Koschei Immortal, your world didn't break you, which means this one won't do anything. It's a pity that there is no MacLeod with a Dude here, but it doesn't matter. You'll drive this world away, Max, and if you don't, you'll die. So, this world is doomed, because where your death is, Koschei, you don't know yourself.
Epilogue
— Ma-a-ax…
Max? Who can call me that in this world? Open your damn eyes. What a stupid state, when you seem to have already woken up, but half is still somewhere there. A state of terrible desire to sleep. I need to finally open my eyes and get up. If they somehow figured me out, burned me... no one knows me in this world. Nobody. They can't know. Not a name.
— Ma-a-ax…
Get up, get up and fight. Tear everyone with your hands and teeth, break ridges and blow up equipment. The hell with two who will take me alive. Never. Wait a minute, but no one really knows my name. Nothing at all. Not in this... not in that world. Maybe... well, for sure. I was just wounded, you never know, well, I was exposed, it happens. They hit me in the back somehow, and now I'm coming to my senses. In the hospital… Although no, the floor is stone, polished. Marble, or what?
— Kosche-uh-hey…
Somehow I turned over on my stomach and pushed myself off the ground. I opened my eyes... and saw nothing. Darkness. Something flashes on the periphery, proving that I am not blind, but the place here is dark, a fact. Kneeling down and straightening up, he looked around. It seems like I'm in some kind of cave - space is felt, but nothing is visible. One darkness.
— Max! — Out of the darkness, as if out of nothing, a Dude jumped out next to me. After all, it was only a dream. — Max!!! I finally found you, the immortal bastard. You're really Koshchey! Unkillable!
— Wait... but wait a minute! Dude, where the hell are we? What is the situation? Let's be factual and short.
— Yes, you're right, we don't have much time. Then listen and don't interrupt, if there's time left, ask questions. — Sitting down next to me in Turkish, he continued: — In general, so. You died here. — No. - I was just walking down the street and suddenly dropped dead. — God, no. — No one has understood what happened. The Amers screamed to the skies with happiness, they think that you just burned out. But we know that this is just nonsense, but what is the real reason… Wait, it doesn't matter, what now… We'll take care of your girls, don't worry about it. MacLeod in general… just don't freak out, the main thing. In short, he proposed to Svetka, and she agreed. Asshole, first Lelka's godfather, and now he will become a stepfather in general. That's bad luck.
I felt... lousy. But this is the best way out. Svetik should not be alone. And MacLeod, good old MacLeod, is the perfect candidate. He and I have been through this together, we have experienced and seen so much… Stylyaga — he's Serega Volkov, a husband for Svetlana will be so-so. That's a father for Olga, yes, but he won't leave her anyway. At one time, they arranged a whole battle with Andrei Macleod Vyatov, arguing who would be the godfather, and in the end, a banal lot decided everything.