«Wave to them; they've spotted you,» Olga advised me.
I thought for a moment and followed her advice. Let them think I could see clearly from one reality into the other.
«A meeting,» Olga said mockingly. «An emergency briefing.»
I glanced around, just for form's sake, then summoned the Twilight and stepped into it.
The entire central office really was there. The whole Moscow department.
Standing in the middle was Boris Ignatievich. Lightly dressed, in a suit and a light fur cap, but wearing a scarf for some reason. I could just imagine him scrambling out of his BMW, surrounded by his bodyguards.
The field operatives were standing beside him. Igor and Garik—they were the ones really suited to the role of front-line fighters. Thickset, stony faces, square shoulders—impervious. You can tell at a glance what kind of education they'd had: eight grades of school, technical college, and the special forces. And as far as Igor's concerned that's exactly right. But Garik has two full college degrees. The appearance is similar, the behavior's almost identical, but the content's absolutely different. By comparison with them, Ilya looked like a refined intellectual, but don't be fooled by those round spectacles with the thin frames, that high forehead, and naive expression. Semyon was another exaggerated character: short, stocky, with a cunning gleam in his eyes, in a cheap nylon baseball jacket. A provincial, come up to the big city. And he'd come from somewhere out of the '60s, from the prize-winning collective farm Lenin's Stride. Absolute opposites. But what Ilya and Semyon did have in common was their beautiful tans and dejected expressions. They'd been pulled out of Sri Lanka in mid-vacation, and they weren't enjoying the Moscow winter too much. Ignat, Danila, and Farid weren't there, although I could sense their fresh trails. But standing right behind the boss, not exactly like they were trying to hide, but not really noticeable unless you looked hard, were Bear and Tiger Cub. Those two gave me a jolt. They're not ordinary front-line fighters; they're really good, and they don't let anything stand in their way.
There were lots of workers from the office there too.
The analytical section, all five of them. The research team—everyone except Yulia, but that wasn't surprising; she's only thirteen years old. The only ones missing were the archive group.
«Hi,» I said.
Some nodded, some smiled. But I could see they all had more important things to worry about. Boris Ignatievich gestured for me to come closer and then continued:
«Not in their interest, and we welcome that. We won't get any help from them… well fine, that's just great…«
Clear enough. He meant the Day Watch.
«We can search for the girl without anybody interfering, and Danila and Farid are already getting close. I'd say, another five or six minutes… But we've still been given an ultimatum.»
I caught Tiger Cub's eye. Oh, that was her ominous smile. That's right, her smile. Tiger Cub's a woman, but there was just no way the name «Tigress» would stick.
Our agents don't much like the word «ultimatum!»
«We don't keep the Black Magician,» the boss said, looking around at everyone with a dissatisfied expression. «Got that? We'll have to find him in order to disarm the vortex. But after that we hand the magician over to the Dark Ones.»
«We hand him over?» Ilya queried.
The boss thought for a second.
«Yes, that's a fair point. We don't eliminate him and we don't prevent him from contacting the Dark Ones. As far as I've been able to tell, they don't know who he is either.»
The operatives' faces were turning sourer by the moment. Any new magician on the territory they monitored was a big headache. Even if he was registered and observed the terms of the Treaty. But a magician this powerful…
«I'd prefer a slightly different scenario,» Tiger Cub said quietly. «Boris Ignatievich, in the course of our work, situations can crop up over which we have no control…«
«I'm sorry, but we can't allow any such situations to arise,» the boss snapped. But his irritation was fleeting, he did not press too hard; he'd always been fond of Tiger Cub. She backed off immediately.
I'd have done the same.
«Well, that's about it…« The boss glanced at me. «I'm glad you got here, Anton. There's something I especially wanted you to hear…«
I automatically tensed up.
«You did a good job yesterday. Yes, it's true, the reason I sent you out to look for the vampires was to test you. And not just to see how good an operative you are, either… you've been in a difficult situation for a very long time, Anton. Killing a vampire is a lot harder for you than for anyone else here.»
«That's just where you're wrong, boss,» I said.
«I'm glad if I'm mistaken. I want to thank you on behalf of the entire Night Watch. You destroyed one vampire and captured the image of the female vampire's trail. Captured it very accurately. You still don't have enough experience for investigative work. But you know how to record information clearly. The same thing goes for this girl. It was a completely non-standard situation, but you made a humane decision… and that's gained us some time. The image of her aura was magnificent. I knew right away where to look for her.»
That really stung. No one was smiling or laughing, no one was smirking at me, but I still felt humiliated all the same. The white owl, whom nobody had seen yet, twitched on my shoulder. I took a deep breath of the Twilight air, that cold, tasteless air that isn't air at all. I asked:
«Boris Ignatievich, then what was the reason for sending me around the circle line if you already knew the right district?»
«I could have been wrong,» the boss replied with a note of surprise in his voice. «That's another thing… you have to understand that when you're working out in the field, you can't afford to rely on any opinion, no matter how high up it comes from. One man in a field is a warrior—if he knows he's alone.»
«But I wasn't alone,» I said. «And this assignment is absolutely crucial for my partner; you know that better than I do. By sending us to check districts you knew were empty… you deprived her of a chance to redeem herself.»
The boss's face is made of stone; you can't read anything in it if he doesn't want you to.
But even so, I felt like I'd hit the target.
«Your assignment isn't over yet, Anton and Olga,» he replied. «There's still the girl-vampire, who has to be neutralized. No one has any right to interfere with us there: She violated the terms of the Treaty. And there's still the boy who showed such exceptional resistance to magic. He has to be found and turned to the side of the Light. Plenty to be getting on with.»
«And this young woman?»
«Already detected. Our specialists will now try to neutralize the vortex. If that doesn't work, which it won't, we'll have to figure out who cast the curse. Ignat, that's your job!»
I turned around. Yes, there was Ignat standing not far away. Tall, well-built, and handsome, with blond hair, the figure of Apollo and the face of a movie star. He moved without making a sound, but even so in ordinary reality he couldn't escape excessive attention from women.
Really excessive attention.
«That's not my way of working,» Ignat said gloomily. «Not an M.O . I'm particularly fond of.»
«You can choose who you sleep with on your own time,» the boss barked. «But when you're working, I make all your decisions for you. Even when you go to the John.»
Ignat shrugged. He glanced at me and growled to himself:
«It's discrimination…«
«You're not in the States,» the boss said, and his voice turned dangerously polite. «Yes, it's discrimination. Making use of the most appropriate available member of staff without taking his personal inclinations into account.»
«Couldn't I take that assignment?» Garik asked in a quiet little voice.
That released the tension immediately. Garik's incredibly bad luck in affairs of the heart was no secret to anyone. Someone laughed.
«Igor and Garik, you carry on with the search for the girl-vampire.» The boss almost seemed to have taken the suggestion seriously. «She needs blood. She was stopped at the final moment; now she's going insane from hunger and frustration. Expect new victims at any moment! Anton, you and Olga look for the boy.»
Clear enough.
The most pointless and least important assignment again.
Somewhere in the city there was an Inferno just waiting to erupt; somewhere in the city there was a wild, hungry female vampire, and I had to go looking for a kid who might, potentially, possess great magical powers.
«Permission to proceed?» I asked.
«Yes, of course,» said the boss, ignoring my quiet hint of revolt. «Proceed.»
I swung around and left the Twilight as a sign of protest. The world flickered as it filled up with colors and sounds. I was left standing there on my own in the middle of the small square. To any outsider watching it would have looked really crazy. And then there were no footprints… I was standing in a snowdrift, surrounded by a shroud of virgin snow.
That's how myths are born. Out of our carelessness, out of our tattered nerves, out of jokes that go wrong and flashy gestures.
«It's okay,» I said and set off in a straight line for the street.
«Thank you…« a quiet voice whispered affectionately in my ear.
«For what, Olga?»
«For not forgetting about me.»
«It really is that important to you to succeed in this mission, isn't it?»
«Yes, it is,» the bird answered after a pause.
«Then we'll try really hard.»
I skipped over the snowdrifts and some stones or other—a glacier must have passed that way, or maybe someone had been playing Zen gardens—and came out onto the avenue.
«Have you got any cognac?» asked Olga.
«Cognac… why? Yes.»
«Good cognac?»
«It's never bad. If it's really cognac, that is.»
Olga sniffed scornfully.
«Then why don't you offer a lady coffee with cognac?»
I pictured to myself an owl drinking cognac out of a saucer and almost laughed out loud.
«Certainly. Shall we take a taxi?»
«It was an old line straight out of Twelve Chairs by Ilf and Petrov.»
«Don't push it, kid!»
Hmm. Just when had she been locked into that bird's body? Or maybe it didn't stop her reading books?
«There's such a thing as the television,» the bird whispered.
Darkness and Light! I'd been certain my thoughts were safely concealed.