Creature of unknown kind - страница 31

The basis for the girl's seat was also self-made. They were a couple of bicycle frames, a basket from a baby carriage, a pile of wire and a massage attachments to the car seats. (Blinchuk could not see the girl fully: plump naked arms were hugging the shoulders of a gigantic coat, a short bare neck, a round, attentive face over a bald of the mask, several rich strands of hair flowing down the cheeks from under the ski cap. Suddenly, Blinchuk remembered that now it is the middle of November, and felt how hot he was, and realized that it was strange, that this was also a special effect…)

– In appearance, my father and I are nothing but clowns, right, comrade Colonel? – Said the lass-girl in the voice of the old witch. Father stepped from foot to foot. – Club props, folk festivals organization. Profession – a master entertainer! But do not be upset. Hello! As an old resident, I welcome you on our planet!

Blinchuk cleared his throat, removed the SKAR's304 belt from his shoulder and rose to his feet. The seat beneath him slammed, lifting. And it seemed to him that the Father grew taller at the same time as it slammed. Blinchuk was looking at him from the bottom up again.

– Good day to both of you, – he said. – May I come closer to greet you?

– Why not? – The lass asked. The girl. – You are much more radioactive than we are.

At this moment, Blinchuk jumping out of the track's body landed wrong and sprained the leg, the ankle. Kept the cursing to himself. Limping, he approached the alien couple. Somehow, while he was walking the Father suddenly diminished. Blinchuk wanted to rub his eyes, especially since it had just become a habit. Father was not two and a half meters tall, of course, not even two. He was only half a head taller than Blinchuk. An illusion, or what? And with this heat… What the hell is happening to me?!

The Father was stretching the hand to meet him. The only thing Blinchuck had time to notice was an engagement ring, deeply rooted in the thick ring finger, and a deafening handshake followed, which, incidentally, was easily met by Blinchuk, his hand was like a shovel too.

– It's nice, hello, – said the lass from above. – Here they call me the Father, and according to the passport, my name is Kalitin, Valentin Andreevich.

She also stretched a hand to Blinchuk. As a girl, palm down. Blinchuk gently squeezed the palm. The girl lowered her eyelashes, led her chin down, in a word, created an expression of a curtsy on her face.

– Hello, -she said in the same voice. – This is my daughter, Yana. She was born during the Lightning. She cannot walk on the ground, this will kill her.

During the last phrase, Blinchuk decided to play by their rules. According to the reports and the testimonies, what was happening during the Lightning was horrible, many and many refugees also needed psychiatric help. Those, who were lucky to get out of the Zone. And seems that this two stayed in. “How could I not hear that someone was not missing in the Lightning? How many more lies were in reports? We must evacuate them, of course”, he thought nevertheless.

“Now the Father will hit him with all his guns”, thought Nabis, who was listening attentively.

“Something is wrong here”, thought Korostylyov, “they are not lying and they are not crazy.”