4th episode

As it turned out, in practice, the word "for a walk" meant ... for ... for ... - for some reason this particular combination of letters did not want to fit into Death's head. She still could not remember him, there was a paradox.

Suddenly, it seemed to click in my head: I remembered - we got drilled! So ... now the guys were sitting at a small table in the cafe, which could accommodate six people, no more. Each of those present carefully studied the list of offered dishes, but Ogneva did not show much interest in the printed icons.

- So, I chose, order coffee with ice cream for me, otherwise I want to wash my hands, - Diana got up from her seat and was ready to go.

- Good idea, - Nick exploded after the girl. - I'm with you, I need pasta Bolognese and juice, otherwise I didn't have time to eat properly this morning.

- Something is uncomfortable for me now, - Fash guiltily scratched the back of his head and stood up after the guys, - But I also need to move away.

- Oh, yes, you all scratch, just what will you be? - green eyes stared at the brunette.

- Greek.

- Order is accepted! - Maar said playfully, and he also took it under his visor.

- And where are you going? - all of a sudden asked Vasilisa a question. The cornflower-blue eyes were stern and even dryish.

- Yes, I, this ... to smoke, - the last word was uttered barely audible. It was evident that Dragozi was ashamed of this habit of his. A neat, maiden eyebrow shot up, but her mistress said nothing more. The guy looked at her in surprise at first, but then he stretched out his hand to her and wanted to say something, although he cut himself off immediately. Turning in the direction of the exit, he began to quickly move away. Nick and Diana, as it turned out, had already left a few seconds ago.

As soon as everyone dispersed, the tip of a sword, tickling the skin, was immediately put to the neck. In the silence of the cafe, there was the sound of a small book falling on the table surface.

“That's how it is, I even stopped time,” the blue-eyed woman turned unemotionally to Bronner. “Take the piece of iron.

- Why are you here? If you came for his soul, then know that I will not give it up.

- So he was assigned a guardian angel? How interesting, - she obviously mocked him, - but what a bad luck, I did not come here for this. Moreover, I do not need the soul of the crown prince. Consider my vacation exactly a year. Is the survey over? Then ... removed the piece of iron - bright eyes, which recently sparkled with fake surprise, now darkened sharply and looked sternly directly into the transformed pupils of the interlocutor.

- And you think that I will believe you?

- Do you have a choice? - cornflower-blue eyes cheeky looked up and down into the emerald-yellow eyes of the guy. The girl's index finger slowly pulled the point away from her throat, and then she clucked her tongue in displeasure, - And you seriously wanted to inflict any damage on me with this piece of iron? Firstly, it is poorly sharpened, as if it had not been touched for several hundred years, and secondly, it is not artifact, my friend! It would complicate your task even more, - Maar grimaced at these words, - it's a shame, really. You are someone's keeper, but they put an ordinary piece of iron in your hand, okay, make your face simpler and don't bend your soul, otherwise the white feathers will turn black and fall away, ”the girl finished frivolously.

- Why do you need all this? Death is not interested in mortals in his free time, - the angel reluctantly removed the sword.

- Good, to be mocking. Think about the wings, you have not yet reached the golden-winged, so you have much to strive for, so ... heaps.

When Nick and Diana returned, they found these two peacefully talking, as it seemed from the outside, but when the couple appeared, the conversation immediately subsided and two pairs of eyes looked at the newcomers.

- What did you talk about? - Lazarev's eyebrows went up, forming a "house".

- Nothing important, - ahead of the angel, answered the blue-eyed.

- Something happened? - Fash appeared as if out of the ground. He smelled of tobacco mixed with menthol.

- No, - the word, escaping from his mouth, "fell" like a stone and immediately marked the border between a guy and a girl.

- Um, okay, - the blue-eyed one was about to sit down, like an unexpected cry: "Nisa!" - to the whole room made him stop and shudder a little nervously. Dragozi slowly turned to the source of the sound, Nick laughed loudly at the reaction of his friend and almost fell off his seat. Maar, in turn, smiled broadly and waved his hand affably.

Ogneva was about to follow their gazes, but did not have time. The object of interest of the three young people himself appeared in the field of view, and immediately ran into Fash, starting to squeeze him, and so that the brunette could hardly breathe from this. It turned out to be a young girl, no more than a meter and sixty centimeters tall, with dark brown hair cut, apparently, under a bob, but now it was gathered in two scanty tails. Hazel, like milk chocolate, his eyes sparkled with joy and shone with happiness.

“Nisa,” she drawled again with a kind of malice. Fesha shuddered at this.

- And I'm glad to see you too, Zakharra, - the brown-haired woman smiled at such a tone of her brother, which combined dissatisfaction, strain and a small pinch of joy.

“You think I don’t know that you hate anime, but if you were indifferent to them, I wouldn’t even touch you.” And so ... - everything was pronounced in some didactic tone more like a teacher's.

- Sadist, connecting her own blood, - with a smile on his face, answered the blue-eyed, unhooking his sister from himself, - but I'm glad to see you too, - the brown-eyed smiled even wider.

Death's tentative gaze came across a simple cord peeking out from behind the collar of a T-shirt.

Brown-eyed, unstuck from her brother, immediately fit next to Bronner, who immediately grabbed her into an armful and buried his nose in her hair. The newcomer waved her hand amiably to Nick, and moved on to inspect another person, which turned out to be Vasilisa, but the red-haired one was awarded only a frown, at which Maar whispered something in her ear, clearly soothing. Surprisingly, Diana looked altogether in the other direction and seemed as if she did not want to meet Zakharra's eyes at all.

“Hello,” Dragozi said quietly, to which Fraser involuntarily had to react and turn around. The tension between them was felt and both understood it. The longer the silence stretched between them, the worse the atmosphere became. The uncomfortable silence was frightened by the appearance of the waitress who brought the order. Several plates, glasses and cutlery dropped onto the table.

- Well, hello, Zakharra Dragotsy, - a grin appeared on Ognevoy's face, which could even turn into a grin a little bit.

“I’ve already said hello,” the girl replied, her tone of voice almost did not change, although there were colder notes in it.

“Maybe I don’t know?” But why are the three of you communicating so tensely?

- Nick? Am I wrong? - when an affirmative nod was received, the red-haired woman continued, - I think it's better not to go into what happened once, - the last word was especially emphasized, and cornflower-blue eyes with a certain superiority and ... knowledge, looked at the two remaining girls in this company.

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