«You can't cheat destiny,» I said guardedly.
«Exactly. We're plugging the holes in the bottom of the ship, and the ship's already breaking in half.»
I suddenly noticed that everyone—the Dark Magician, Olga, Lena, and the warriors—was looking at me. I began feeling uncomfortable.
«Boris Ignatievich?»
«You're linked to her.»
«What?»
The boss sighed and took the tube out of his mouth. The cold opium smoke streamed out onto the floor.
«You, Anton Gorodetsky, a programmer, unmarried, of average abilities, are linked to the girl with that vile black filth hanging over her head.»
The Dark Magician in the corner sighed softly. I couldn't think of anything better to say than, «Why?»
«I don't know. We sent Ignat to her, and he did a good job. You know he can seduce absolutely anyone.»
«But it didn't work with her?»
«It did. Only the vortex started to grow. They spent half an hour together and the vortex grew from a meter and a half to twenty-five meters. We had to call him off… quickly.»
I glanced sideways at the Dark Magician. Zabulon appeared to be looking at the floor, but he immediately raised his head. This time my defensive shield didn't react: The amulet gave me secure protection.
«We don't need this,» he said in a low voice. «Only a savage would kill an elephant to get a small steak for his breakfast.»
The comparison shocked me. But he seemed to be telling the truth.
«We don't require destruction on this scale very often,» the Dark Magician continued. «At the moment we don't have any ongoing projects that require such a large-scale discharge of energy.»
«I really hope you don't…« said the boss, in a strange, grating voice. «Zabulon, what you have to understand is that if this disaster does happen… we'll squeeze everything we can out of it too.»
The shadow of a smile appeared on the Dark Magician's face.
«The number of people who will be horrified by what happens, who will spill tears of sympathy with others' grief, will be very great. But there will be more, infinitely more, who will sit with their eyes glued greedily to their TV screens, who will take pleasure in other people's suffering, feel glad that it passed their city by, and make jokes about the retribution meted out to the Third Rome… retribution from on high. You know that, my enemy.»
He wasn't gloating; the highest-ranking Dark Ones don't react in such primitive ways. He was stating a fact.
«Nonetheless, we're ready,» said Boris Ignatievich. «You know that.»
«I know, but we are in a more advantageous position. Unless you have a pair of aces up your sleeve, Boris.»
«You know I always have all four.»
The boss turned toward me as if he'd completely lost all interest in the Dark Magician:
«Anton, the vortex isn't being nourished by the Day Watch. Whoever created it is working on his own, an unknown Dark Magician of hideous strength. He sensed Ignat's presence and accelerated the pace of events. Now you're our only hope.»
«Why?»
«I told you, Anton, you're linked. There are three divergences in the probability field.»
The boss waved his hand and a white screen unfurled in the air. Zabulon frowned; he must have been caught by the edge of the energy discharge.
«The first path along which events can develop,» said the boss. A black stripe ran across the white sheet that hung in the middle of the room without any visible means of support. Then it blurred, spreading out in an ugly blot than extended beyond the edge of the screen.
«This is the most probable path. The vortex attains its maximum power and the Inferno erupts. Millions killed. A global cataclysm—nuclear, biological, asteroid impact, a twenty-point earthquake. You name it.»
«And a direct infernal discharge?» I asked cautiously, glancing sideways at the Dark Magician. His face remained impassive.
«No. I don't think so. The threshold's still a long way off.» The boss shook his head. «Otherwise, I think the Day Watch and the Night Watch would have wiped each other out already. The second path…«
A thin line, leading away from the black stripe. Broken off abruptly.
«Elimination of the target. If the target dies, the vortex will disperse… of its own accord.»
Zabulon stirred and said politely:
«I'm prepared to help with this little initiative. Night Watch cannot carry it out on its own, I believe? We are at your service.»
Silence. Then the boss laughed.
«As you wish,» said Zabulon with a shrug. «I repeat: For the time being we offer you our assistance. We don't want a global catastrophe that will wipe out millions of people in an instant. Not yet.»
«The third path,» said the boss, looking at me. «Watch carefully.»
Another line, branching off from the main root, gradually growing thinner and fading away to nothing.
«That's what happens if you get involved, Anton.»
«What do I have to do?» I asked.
«I don't know. Probability forecasting has never been an exact science. I only know one thing: You can remove the vortex.»
I suddenly had the stupid idea that maybe I was still being tested. A field-work test… I'd killed the vampire, and now… But it couldn't be. Not with such high stakes!
«I've never removed any black vortices.» My voice sounded different, not exactly frightened, more surprised. The Dark Magician Zabulon giggled repulsively, with a woman's voice.
The boss nodded:
«I know that, Anton.»
He stood up, pulled his gown around him, and walked up to me. He looked absurd; his oriental garb seemed like an awkward parody in the setting of an ordinary Moscow apartment.
«Nobody has ever removed any vortices like this one. You'll be the first to try.»
I said nothing.
«And don't forget, Anton, if you mess this up… even just a tiny bit, anything at all… you'll be the first to burn. You won't even have enough time to withdraw into the Twilight. You know what happens to Light Ones when they're caught in an Inferno eruption?»
My throat went dry. I nodded.
«Pardon me, my dear enemy,» Zabulon said mockingly, «but don't you allow your colleagues the right to choose? In such situations, even in wartime, it has always been usual to call for volunteers.»
«We've already made our call for volunteers,» the boss snapped without turning around. «We've all been volunteers for a long time already. And we don't have any choice.»
«But we do. Always.» The Dark Magician laughed again.
«When we acknowledge that human beings have the right to choose, we deprive ourselves of it, Zabulon,» said Boris Ignatievich, with a glance at the Dark Magician. «You're playing to the wrong audience here. Don't interfere.»
«I say no more.» Zabulon lowered his head and shrank down again.
«Give it your best shot,» said the boss. «Anton, I can't give you any advice. Try. I beg you, please, try. And… forget everything you've been taught. Don't believe anything I've said; don't believe what you wrote in your course notes; don't believe your own eyes; don't believe what anyone else says.»
«Then what do I believe, Boris Ignatievich?»
«If I knew that, Anton, I'd walk straight out of this headquarters and across to that entrance myself.»
We both looked out the window at the same moment. The black vortex was still swirling around and around, swaying from side to side. Someone walking along the sidewalk suddenly turned to face into the snow and started making a wide circle around the stalk of the vortex. I noticed a path had already been trodden along the edge of the road: The people couldn't see the Evil straining to strike their world, but they could sense its approach.
«I'll watch Anton,» Olga said, «back him up, and maintain communications contact.»