The fourth president

– That’s how it happens in life – you go, you go, everything is fine, bang!, and everything is derailed, and you are not there, – Irakli flashed through his brain, looking at the impenetrable face of this one… – he couldn’t even find the right definition right away, – this…

He didn’t see a way out, didn’t know what to do. And where did the soft feminine charm of the visitor sitting opposite him go? The mask is thrown off, the beautiful face has been transformed, a hard, piercing look. «With greedy, like wolves, eyes…» – a metaphor that is quite appropriate now surfaced from memory.

– Do you agree?

Arguments for and against. Well, he has connections with the Moscow government and the Ministry of Health, and Caucasian authorities – just whistle. But, as an intelligent and experienced person, he understood that everything that was happening to him now was an event of a completely different level, and hardly anyone from his entourage was able to really help.

– Well, and if you go to the Lubyanka, report blackmail, write a statement… – His thoughts were racing in search of a solution. – No, not really…

Irakli began to deflate. Meanwhile, his interlocutor professionally monitored his vasomotor reactions, the whitened skin of his haggard, suddenly aged face, which had lost its usual confidence and majesty. Now it’s time to bring the final arguments developed in the training and conduct a quick briefing, expressing sympathy for the victim:

– Dear Irakli Davidovich, I understand you, a difficult decision, exceptional in its importance… But surely it does not contradict your moral principles and professional ethics? You see, we are offering, even asking you to perform an operation that is familiar to a surgeon with your experience, and nothing more… Do you hear me?

There were no objections, so he agree, now is the time to cut off the way to retreat:

– Your verbal consent is enough for us. Do you agree?

The critical moment has come. In the recruitment scenario, there were two options: either consent after ten seconds, or (unlikely) pounces on Elena Nikolaevna with the desire to tear her into small pieces. Dekanosidze made it in ten seconds and squeezed out something like «yes». But the uncertainty did not suit his tormentor, and she demanded to confirm her word again, but more clearly and firmly, which was done. Irakli felt himself on the edge of a precipice, he no longer wanted anything: neither to hear her, nor to see her, nor to breathe, and even to live. He hated himself for his cowardice. Time has stopped, and let it continue to flow without me – these were the unspoken emotions of a morally shaken person. But professionals are professionals, and the next step was prepared for this case.

– We understand your condition and are trying to help you, but do not interfere with it yourself. For your safety and support, we will attach to you our employee, a young woman, a psychologist, by the way. She won’t disappoint you. Introduce her to Mom as your fiancee, stay with her overnight. She will accompany you and protect you from unnecessary accidents. Tomorrow you and she will come to the clinic, and we will bring the patient, Vasily Petrovich. And your new friend has a higher education and is also an interesting conversationalist. You can talk to her on any topic. My advice to you: relax, life is wonderful! Look at the world more optimistically! In my opinion, many men would envy you, – she said with a smile. The client matured, it took only forty, no, forty-two minutes. Now acquaintance:

– So, am I calling her?

– Yes – Irakli answered quietly. Elena Nikolaevna took her mobile phone out of her bag, contacted someone on the phone.

– You can envy someone, – Elena Nikolaevna predicted cynically. And out loud:

– Ask the administrator to let Tatiana come to us.

And now we need to take the final chords:

– Irakli Davidovich, pay a little more attention.

Elena Nikolaevna was watching him closely, and he met her gaze for a second – the gaze of a wounded animal deprived of freedom. She continued:

– It is necessary to withdraw all the videos of the office for today and give them to Tatiana. Of course, about everything – about the operation, about the patient and about Navalny, about my visit, about me, Tatiana, not a word to ANYONE. I repeat, no one. Not my mom, not my friends, not the police, not the FSB, not anyone. We sincerely don’t want you to get hurt. Do you understand me?

– Yes.

– What can be discussed: the usual things that happen in the prescribed manner in the clinic, including the treatment of Vasily Petrovich; by the way, sign a contract for two million and make this amount yourself. For everyone, he is an ordinary patient, there is no need to strain the staff too much – this may arouse suspicion. Behave naturally yourself, relax today, Tatiana will accompany you everywhere outside the office. Treat her like a bride – you have to get some kind of moral compensation! Your administrator saw me – send her on vacation for a couple of weeks from tomorrow, buy her a ticket to an exotic trip to the Dominicana, here is the business card of the travel agency. My husband visited there in March, he really liked it. By the way, is the receptionist your mistress? I mean, won’t this create obstacles for Tatiana?

– The former, … (pause), will not create, – it seems that Dekanosidze has become more accommodating.

There was a knock on the door, and on the threshold stood a young woman of about twenty-five, in a light summer dress and a frivolous straw hat with a ribbon matching the color of lipstick on her juicy lips.

Chapter 4. Fifteen days

Shortly before these events, on June 9, 2020, the magistrate of the Tverskoy District Court of Moscow promptly considered the accusation of the former deputy, hooligan academician V.P. Lomakin and soldered him the fifteen days of administrative arrest required by law to stay in the special detention center No. 1 on Petrovka street. The place is gorgeous, it’s not a sin to sit here, all cultural points are nearby: the Bolshoi Theater, the Central Department Store, the National hotel, the native Duma, and the Kremlin is also not far away. Upon arrival, he was issued, and not as strictly as in the Presidential Library, but the mobile phone and lighter were seized.

He got into a cell for twelve people – iron beds, three meals a day, there is no forced labor, sit and read books – consider that he is back in the reading room. Or in the sauna, that is, the thinking room. Why waste precious time? Concentrating, disconnecting, Lomakin entered a trance state, and the creative process, as they say, began again. Vasily Petrovich’s reasoning was based on the following logical chain: coronavirus – nanometers – nanotechnology – Rusnano – Anatoly Chubais – resignation – closed opening – appointment as special representative of the president – resignation. Unaccustomed to working with large amounts of information, and even in such conditions, it is very difficult. Lomakin leaned back on the cot, not in a hurry to make any hasty conclusions. His head was buzzing with incredible tension; our hero was subjected to severe trials in the name of humanity, over which the threat of a nasty covid pandemic loomed. He devoted himself to analyzing and compiling a chain of facts, he is free in his flight of thought, and no bars on the windows could prevent this. Each link stubbornly matured in Vasya’s brain all day (with a break for breakfast, lunch and dinner), and the next day was spent on building a neural bridge to another link, so that during the period of solitude eight links were connected, inexorably leading to a solution. Perhaps, if the term of imprisonment had been longer, there would have been more links, but this number also caused periodic overflow of brain activity, and only one thing helped – the iron will of the thinker. Suddenly, there was a persistent premonition that the truth was about to be revealed in the process of relaxation and complete fusion with the universal mind. A mixture of beer and vodka would be Vasily Petrovich’s reliable guide to the world of truth, and the more guides there were, the faster the journey to the shining peaks of knowledge would go. But jail is not a theater, there was no buffet, so he had to think dry, and thoughts rubbed against each other without lubrication, causing a strong grinding in his head. It is possible that these sounds no-no and burst out through the auditory passages, and the ears, as natural resonators, amplified them so much that the neighbors in the cell began to look strangely at Lomakin. But this did not bother the pioneer of science: he was no longer in this physical dimension and did not notice anything around. Suddenly something tickled in Vasily’s head, and all the obstacles receded at once, there was a straight, shiny road ahead to the snow-capped peaks, then the road went down somewhere, like an airfield runway, and Lomakin was already soaring in the sky, directing the flight of his wings to a shining circle in the blue firmament. In order not to disrupt the clairvoyance session, Vasily made a few more swings with his hands in flight. Flying closer, he saw that the circle had turned into a round revolving door, just like at the Angleterre Hotel in St. Petersburg, and there were no guards at the door, neither apostles from paradise, nor angels from the FSO. Strange… But there was no point in stopping, just go ahead! Just in case, Vasily took another sip for courage (and where did the vodka come from?) and took two steps towards the bluish glass. The door went somewhere to the side, the blue illumination turned on and a voice said:

– No entry with with a bottle!

– No entry with with a bottle!

He had to finish his drink (and it won ’t take long to get drunk – Vasily Petrovich automatically noted) and fearlessly enter the Other World. This visit through the national digital tax system of scanning and control of the consciousness of individuals became known in the charitable assistance fund Good Doctor.

On June 18, at Domodedovo Airport, on the second floor, in the check-in departure area number 38, Galina Sergeevna, the administrator of the Beauty Plastic clinic, was waiting for an invitation to board. At her feet was a large blue suitcase on wheels, in her hands she was holding a brown Lakestone bag, which effectively matched the color of her gray pantsuit of the company… – however, we can’t tell from here. In five hours, according to the schedule, her Boeing will land at Santo Domingo airport. According to the manager of the company issuing the voucher and tickets, it is the best tourist center and resort in the world.

Chapter 5. Clinic again

The operational service of the charitable foundation «Good Doctor» on the morning of June 25 urgently searched for citizen Lomakin Vasily Petrovich. The subject was not at the place of residence, the mobile phone was not answered. An unofficial request to the reference department of the Moscow Police department gave information about the stay of the said person for re-education in the special detention center on Petrovka, 38. By two o’clock in the afternoon, a Mercedes Vito official minibus with darkened windows and a license plate issued to the bakery No. 22 of Moscow, on Akademika Pavlova Street, arrived at the specified address. The academician came for the academician – you can’t think of such a thing on purpose. The brave guys promptly resolved the issue with the authorities (unsurprisingly), took the prisoner’s personal documents, pulled the unfading Lomakin with his little things and conclusions from the place they had already settled in and sat him in a car salon chair. Vasya had a feeling that this march was just a new regime of imprisonment.

– It’s good that at least I had time to have lunch, – he rejoiced. – Where are they taking me now?

The driver and the escort turned out to be serious and non-contact men, they did not pay attention to the harassment and showed their unwillingness to talk purely with all their behavior. Vasily was guided by the stars that they were taking him somewhere to the south, away from the Polar Star and the Big Dipper.

– So, not to Sheremetyevo, and not to Venice in the north, – Vasily longed. Last year, he and the St. Petersburg guys had a decent walk in the Nevsky Palace: a rich restaurant, rooms, girls… It’s nice to remember.

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