3th episode

The apartment was empty. The corridor ... he was not "*****", but at the same time he did not breathe that feeling of comfort. Shoes were in straight rows in their places, things were too perfect on the hanger - everything was untouched. The living room, kitchen, dining room and bedroom were the same, but the further you delve into the human abode, the more clearly you could hear the sounds of dull thumps and the quiet tinkling of the chain.

A red-haired girl wearing a tight black T-shirt and sports breeches. She cold-bloodedly struck at the slightly swaying pear. Her hair was carelessly tied in a bun at the back of her head, a bead of sweat rolled down her temple, and her palms, like her feet, were rewound with special bandages to soften the blow. Her every movement was calculated, faithful, and achieved the goal, but her eyes were empty, cold. The redhead was just hitting the pear, she had no goal to vent her anger or despair, it was just another exercise in keeping fit.

- I never understood why you need this, -came from the side of the only chair in this room.

- Why did you come? - two next quick strikes, - the shell swung slightly to the side.

- You almost killed him! - another voice squealed almost over the ear.

- Dale, calm down, she didn't kill him - Marishka, demoness of Self-love. And the fair-haired brand kept this brand with dignity, she herself was the embodiment of her own vice. Beautiful, well-groomed ... she constantly looked after herself and loved only herself. Vasilisa was not even surprised how this blue-eyed person managed to win the heart of her brother and take over her sister - I don't understand how you hold on to this work, so exhausting, - this tone of voice slightly warped Death, - hypocritical, arrogant, hiding the true essence.

- You yourself volunteered to replace me a long time ago, now do your job, but don't touch me, I'm on vacation. By the way, Dale, try to keep this scum away from me, otherwise he will really go to his friends, to my bag, - cornflower blue eyes flashed menacingly, - Reznikova, so what do you need, since you decided to come to me?

- Why did you decide that I came to you? I need your braid, otherwise her "child" is tired, I haven't seen my mother for a long time, - Vasilisa understood what was being discussed. The scythe did not recognize anyone but her, but after all, someone should replace Death at her post when she is resting? Marishka volunteered for this position at one time, and then the question arose about her ammunition. The wayward piece of iron was not given to her in her hands, she constantly fell out of her palms, so she also left small scratches, which then did not heal for a very long time. Sorted out then with this not long. Darkness, simply tired of Reznikova's constant screams, took the scythe for a short while, and when he returned, he handed that sickle, decorated in the same way as the instrument of his daughter. Later, Ogneva missed an inch of wood and points on metal on her tool. But, however, it was better than nothing, however, from time to time the "child", as they began to call the sickle, demanded that he be returned to the "mother", he was fed by her energy.

- It is clear - the girl stopped hitting the punching bag and straightened up with a crunch. The demons beside her winced.

- And yet, Ogneva, how do you manage to do this? Almost every day you beat a pear, so your hands should already be pumped up for so many years.

- Company's secret. That's it, take your toy and screw both of them, and tell your father that a noble vacation is planned. - The red-haired woman waved her hand, as if she wanted to brush off the annoying fly and went to the bathroom in order to wash off a little fatigue and labor sweat. The clock showed six in the morning, the institute was waiting for her ahead.

There was an unbearable hubbub of voices in the classroom, and all because the teacher got sick, and now the students had a "window". But none of them thought about the fact that later this topic would be asked from them in a double size. It's just the way our brains work that we get used to solving problems as they come.

Vasilisa, as usual, sat at the last desk and abstracted herself from everyone. At least she so wanted to seem to herself, because in fact she thought why her father sent her to this particular institute, where there is at least one angel and he. What did Mrak want to achieve with this decision? The puzzles in my head did not want to add up, something was obviously missing, and even more than fifteen thousand years of experience of existence was too little to fit everything together.

- Are you Vasilisa? - Ogneva raised an eyebrow in surprise and from a recumbent position on the desk went into a sitting position. To the right of her sat the girl who was in the group with the angel and Fash. Gray-eyed, cut under a square with dark hair, this girl immediately gave the impression of an intelligent and reasonable person. Also from her downright and breathed calm.

- Vasilisa. What does Dragozia want from me again? - the unexpected interlocutor raised his eyebrows in surprise and looked blankly at the red-haired.

- I'm not from Fash. I just wanted to meet you.

- Nothing just happens, - Vasilisa answered sharply and rudely, she didn't really want to talk with someone, since the girl did not want to be remembered here.

- One conversation can hardly be called communication.

- But it seems that this was enough for him to trust you, and you are the only girl, besides me, to whom he himself approached and calmly started a conversation. Especially after everything - the last sentence was pronounced much quieter, and a normal person would not have heard it because of the background noise, but Ogneva was Death, a product of Darkness and Darkness. She perfectly heard everything and moved her eyebrows even more closer to the bridge of her nose. She more and more ceased to like the developing situation. “You are the only girl whom he himself approached,” these words made me think seriously now. “He unconsciously becomes attached to me” - hey, can you hear me? - a small palm with neat well-groomed fingers waved before the eyes of the red-haired.

- Sorry ... I thought, - the brown-haired woman smiled cheerfully at some of her thoughts.

- I say that I forgot to introduce myself - Diana, Diana Fraser. I was here, while you were thinking, an idea came to my mind - and come and sit with us, at the same time you will meet the guys.

- You didn't understand, it was a statement, but if you don't want to, then ... guys! Let's come here! - Fraser suddenly shouted loudly, so much so that she even managed to shut up the entire audience for a short period of time. The guys sitting below, and as if just waiting for this, immediately blew up from their seats and began to rise to the girls. All three were smiling and talking animatedly about something, but from time to time each of them glanced at the two seated persons.

Vasilisa whined a little inside. She did not smile now to sit with them, much more willingly she would go somewhere to a secluded place and observe her Essence. Although, probably, she would not have done this either, she would just sit and enjoy the silence, or maybe a Cerberus puppy would come to her from the Underworld and, as usual, asked to be petted.

- Hello, - the phrase said by the fair-haired, hedgehog-cut guy, did not receive an answer. The trio of those who came looked in bewilderment at the red-haired, who thoughtlessly stared somewhere at the wall and did not react in any way. The angel even dared to come closer and look in the same direction, but there was simply a bare empty wall - what is it with it?

- Looks like she is thinking again. Vasilisa, - Fraser gently shook Ognev's shoulder. And only after that it was possible to "unfreeze" it. The girl looked at everyone indifferently, lingering only at the light. Absolutely imperceptible to the human eye, the facial expressions of her face changed, which made him recoil.

- Maar, is everything okay? - the guys looked at their friend in bewilderment, but he just closed his eyes and started shaking his head.

- Everything ... normal ... it seemed, - Vasilisa smiled with only one corner of her lips. - As you already heard, my name is Maar, - the guy said it almost through tightly closed lips, and on his face was wearing one of the many masks that was responsible for hiding true emotions.

- I already understood that, but who are you? - now the gaze of cornflower blue eyes was directed to the last member of this company.

- Nick , nice to meet you.

- I cannot confirm this statement, but I also cannot refute it.

- Hey, why are you such a beech? - Maar tried to appear cheerful and he seemed to be able to fool people.

- I'm not a beech, I just sat, and you are here once and break the course of my thoughts, - Nick laughed at this phrase.

- Well said, you will not say anything. Now it was very similar to Zakharra, - Fash smiled even wider than before, from which his dimples became more distinct, - we apologize, O Great and Almighty Vasilisa Ogneva.

- So what the hell do you want from me? - a thin, neat eyebrow arched inquiringly, but was immediately parodied by two guys at once, from which they laughed again.

- Let's go for a walk with us, take a walk for couples. Objections are not accepted! - Dragozi said solemnly, and grabbing the blue-eyed hand, pulled her from her place. After that, five people hastily disappeared outside the audience door.

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