I hesitated, but went ahead and cut another roll in half, then spread it generously with jam.
«And whose brilliant idea was it to hide you in a woman's body?»
«The boss's, I think.»
«I thought it must be.»
«Olga supported him.»
«I should think so. She worships the very ground Boris Ignatievich walks on.»
I had my doubts about that, but I kept quiet about them. Svetlana got up and went over to the wardrobe, opened it, and looked thoughtfully at the hangers.
«Will you put on a robe?»
«What?» I said, choking on my roll.
«Are you going to sit around in the house like that? Those jeans are bursting on you. It must be uncomfortable.»
«Can't you find something like a sweat suit?» I asked pitifully.
Svetlana gave me a mocking glance and then took pity.
«I suppose I might.»
To be quite honest, I'd rather have seen that combination on someone else. On Svetlana, for instance. Brief little white shorts and a blouse. For playing tennis, or maybe for jogging.
«Get changed.»
«Sveta, I don't think we're going to spend the whole evening in the apartment.»
«Never mind. It'll be useful anyway; I need to check that the size is right. You get changed and I'll go and make some tea.»
Svetlana went out and I hurriedly pulled off the jeans. I started unbuttoning the blouse, fumbling with the funny little buttons that were too tight, and then glared balefully at myself in the mirror.
A good-looking girl, that was for sure. A good model. I put the new clothes on in a hurry and sat down on the couch. There was a soap opera on the TV—I was amazed Svetlana watched this junk. But then, the others were probably showing the same stuff.
«You look great.»
«Don't, Sveta, please,» I begged her. «I feel sick enough already.»
«Okay, I'm sorry,» she said lightly, sitting down beside me. «So what have we got to do?»
«We?» I asked with gentle emphasis.
«Yes, Anton. You didn't come here by chance.»
«I had to tell you about the mess I'm in.»
«Okay. But if the boss…«—Svetlana managed to pronounce the word «boss» with real relish, with respect and irony at the same time—«… has allowed you to confide in me, that means I have to help you. It must be the will of destiny.» She couldn't resist putting that in.
I gave in.
«I mustn't be left alone. Not for a moment. The basis of the whole plan is that the Dark Ones are deliberately sacrificing their own pawns—either killing them or allowing them to die.»
«Like the other time?»
«Yes. Precisely. And if this provocation is directed at me, there's going to be another killing any time now. At some moment when they think I don't have an alibi.»
Svetlana looked at me with her chin propped on her hands and slowly shook her head.
«And then you'll jump out of this body like a jack out of his box. And it'll be clear that you couldn't have carried out these serial killings. The enemy is confounded.»
«Uh-huh.»
«I'm sorry, I haven't been in the Watch for long; maybe there's something I don't understand.»
That put me on my guard. Svetlana hesitated for a second and then went on:
«When all those things happened to me, what was going on? The Dark Ones were hoping to initiate me. They knew Night Watch would notice; they even figured out that you could possibly intervene and help.»
«Yes.»
«That was why they played out that complex maneuver, sacrificing a few pieces and building up false positions of strength. And to begin with, Night Watch was taken in. If the boss hadn't launched his counter-maneuver, if you hadn't gone charging straight in, taking no notice of anything…«
«You'd be my enemy now,» I said. «You'd be studying with the Day Watch.»
«That's not what I meant, Anton. I'm grateful to you, and to everyone in Night Watch, above all to you. But that's not what I'm talking about right now. Surely you understand that what you've just told me sounds about as probable as that story did? Everything fit together so neatly, didn't it? A pair of vampires poaching. A boy with exceptional powers. A woman under a powerful curse. A massive threat to the entire city.»
I didn't know what to say. I looked at her and felt my cheeks beginning to burn. A girl who wasn't a third of the way through the introductory course, a total novice in our line of work, was laying out the situation for me the way I ought to have laid it out for myself.
«What's happening right now?» Svetlana continued, not noticing the torment I was in. «There's a serial killer destroying Dark Ones. You're on the list of suspects. The boss immediately makes a cunning move: You and Olga swap bodies. But just how cunning is this move, really? As far as I understand it, the practice of body-swapping is quite common. Boris Ignatievich himself used it only recently, didn't he? Has he ever used the same move twice in a row? Against the same enemy?»
«I don't know, Svetlana; they don't tell me all the details of the operations.»
«Then think for yourself. And another thing. Is Zabulon really so petty, so hysterically vengeful? He's hundreds of years old, isn't he? He's been in charge of the Day Watch for a very, very long time. If this maniac…«
«Maverick.»
«If they really have let this Maverick run loose on the streets of Moscow while they get ready to make their move, then would the head of Day Watch really waste him on such petty business? I'm sorry, Anton, but you're really not such an important target.»
«I understand. Officially I'm a fifth-grade magician, but the boss said I could aim for third-grade.»
«Even taking that into account.»
We looked into each other's eyes and I shrugged:
«I give up, Svetlana, you must be right. But I've told you all I know. And I can't see any other possible interpretation.»
«SO you're just going to follow instructions? Walk around in a skirt, never let yourself be alone for a single moment?»
«When I joined the Watch, I knew I was giving up part of my freedom.»
«Part of it!» Svetlana snorted. «Is that what you call it? Okay, you know best. So we're spending the night together, then?»
I nodded:
«Yes… But not here. It's best if I stay with people all the time.»
«What about sleeping?»
«It's riot that hard to go without sleep for a few nights,» I said with a shrug. «I am sure Olga's body is trained at least as well as mine. These last few months her life's been one never-ending high-society whirl.»
«Anton, I haven't learned these tricks yet. When do I sleep?»
«During the day. In class.»
She frowned. I knew Svetlana would agree; she couldn't help herself. With her character she couldn't even refuse to help some stranger in the street, and I certainly wasn't that.
«Why don't we go to the Maharajah?» I suggested.
«What's that?»
«An Indian restaurant; it's pretty good.»
«Is it open all night?»
«No, unfortunately. But we'll think of somewhere else to go afterward.»
Svetlana stared at me so long she got under even my naturally thick skin. What had I done wrong this time?
«Thank you, Anton,» she said with real feeling. «Thank you very much. You've just invited me to a restaurant. I've been waiting two months for that.»
She got up, went across to the wardrobe, opened it, and gazed thoughtfully at the clothes hanging there.
«I don't have anything decent in your size,» she said. «You'll have to get back into the jeans. Will they let you into the restaurant?»
«They should,» I said, not too sure of myself. But if it came to that, I could always influence the restaurant staff a little bit.