– Brothel "Any Amusements"! – I growl.
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It looks like Vika made Madam to establish a special status for me. When I enter the lobby, I see the three men in there. All three pull their heads up, in all three's eyes is confusion and fright. They don't see each other, two of them are even overlapping in space looking like some kind of ugly siamese twins.
These two are stately blue eyed brunettes, standard bodies from Windows-Home's kit, obviously put on for disguise. The third one is a swarthy robust guy with a cleanly shaved head. The common feature of all three is their look, the one of somebody caught being busy with pressing out pimples.
So, I'm now what, have the same rights as the brothel's employee? I can see all three customers, enter the service areas…
– Hi… – I say raising my hand limply. All three nod quickly. One of them puts aside the green album with artificial negligence, the other one casts the purple one aside. Only the shaved guy continues to look through the black album stubbornly, curiously studying the pictures.
I approach the guard, he opens the door before me obediently and I leave the lobby sparing the visitors from their soul tortures.
Nobody is going to escort me but I remember the way. The corridor is empty, some doors are opened. Bursts of laughter can be heard from behind one of them. There is a small pavilion surrounded by blossoming sakura, the gentle spring sun shines in the sky, the cone of Fuji is seen in the distance. Two girls are drinking tea inside, noticing me they wave their hands cheerfully:
– Hi Gunslinger, want some tea?
– N…no, – I mumble and walk away quickly. An absolutely naked girl steps out from the other door, without even a hint of shyness.
– Vika is busy! – she says, – Maybe you'll stay with me for a while? I'm boooored!
There's no hint in her words whatsoever and the thought about having sex doesn't excite her more than the process of inhalation-exhalation. There's something dreadful in the situation itself… in all those cheerful and friendly young girls.
I suddenly realize what do they remind me of, some old sci-fi book about merry young people who are busy with their favorite work, who spend days and nights at it, they are friendly, they are always ready to help their friend, they are unable to say a single bad word about each other…
It's like a distorted mirror, the false reflection. The evil had put on the dress of good and as strange as it may seem, it fit!
– Thanks, but I'd better wait in her room, thanks again… – I say smiling desperately.
The girl pouts sorrowfully and disappears in her room. I go further until my look meets with the black kitten's on the picture.
– Meow! – I whisper softly pushing the door. The kitten opens his tiny maw, mews in return and freezes again.
The mountain hut is empty, just the wind from the opened window flutters the short curtains. Leaned against the window-sill, I watch the mountains for quite a time. No, this is impossible, to create the whole world absolutely alone and not for fame and money, not at an order, just for herself and even never enter it!
To create it just in order to know that it exists, right here, behind the window: the sparkling snow on the mountain crest, the endless blue sky, rocks on the slopes, the black moss under pine trees, birds soaring in the skies and squirrels scurrying about in the trees. The world of silence, cleanliness and serenity, the world where the word 'filth' is not invented.
I think that Unfortunate would like it. I really hope he will like it.
– Lenia?
Vika enters quietly and it takes me by surprise.
– I'm sorry… didn't they tell you?
She shakes her head.
– I just wanted to be with you… for a little time, – I start make excuses involuntarily, – Are you… all right?
Vika nods.
– You shouldn't dive in the Deep so often, – I say approaching her, – have you at least had some snack?
– A little… It's a flood of customers today.
She doesn't look aside, she got used to consider this a work but it's something wrong with me. I can feel a cold lump in my chest, quick and pungent like a snow in the frost. I swallow some air and say:
– Do you really have to work so much… Madam?
Vika goes to the window and asks without turning back:
– How did you find out?
– I felt it.
– Leave Leonid. Leave forever, okay?
– No.
– Why the hell do you pester me? – shouts Vika turning back, – Why the hell would you need a prostitute as a friend? Get out! I like that, okay? I like to fuck a hundred of times a day, to change bodies, to order the girls around and to pretend that I'm one of them! Is it clear? Is it?
I just stand there waiting for her to vent it out, then pad closer and stand by her side by the window.
I can't talk now and can't touch her, but it's dangerous to stay silent either, though I have no choice and I wait for I don't know what.
The mountains start and the floor begins to shake under the feet. Vika shouts clinging to the window-sill, I grab her by the shoulder and set the second hand against the wall. The earth is quivering, the white mountain caps start flowing with a white smoke, stretching down tentacles of avalanches. The huge rock whirls down by the window.
– Mommy… – whispers Vika sinking on the floor, looks like she is more excited than scared, – Duck, Lenia!
I fall down beside her and just in time – a good load of stony shrapnel blows into the window.
– Fifth degree at least! – shouts Vika, – Seventh!
– Eighth! – I suggest. Hardly had she ever seen the real earthquakes, otherwise she wouldn't be so cheerful now.
The hut's floor is still shaking but much less now, with a small convulsive shiver.
– Cool, – whispers Vika sprawling on the floor. I catch her look and touch her cheek gently, – Don't be mad at me Lenia.
– I'm not.
– The customers… piss me off sometimes.
– The Cap? – I remember.
– Exactly.
– Who is he?
Vika shrugs.
– I don't know. He wears different bodies and doesn't tell anything about himself. He only… – she smirks, – always wears a cap. That's why his nick.
– Is he a sadist?
– Yes, maybe… but a special one.
Her lips whisper a short obscenity.
– You what, accept any customers here? Even those who make you climb the walls?
Vika stays silent.
– I thought you sort out the worst idiots. If it's possible to identify Cap beforehand…
– We accept everyone.
– What is it, a kind of the company honor? "Any Amusements"?
– You might assume that.
Looks like the earthquake is over, I rise and look into the window. Avalanches still move, the river below is blocked by landslide and fills in slowly, searching for the new bed.
– It calmed down, – I whisper involuntarily, as if my words can wake the nature up again, – Vika, why did you make the earthquake?
– I don't have anything to do with it. This world lives by itself, I don't have any control over it anymore.
– Not at all?
Vika glances at me, rises and studies the changed landscape.
– Absolutely. The world becomes real only when it gains freedom.
– Just as a human.
– Sure.
– Do you believe in freedom so much?
– You don't have to believe in freedom. When you have it, you can feel it yourself.
I think I expected her to say these words.