The Way to Dehradun. A detective adventure story

Yana and Oksana Fyodorovna were met by two policemen at the morgue. They took them to a special room. Oksana Fyodorovna was very nervous, Yana held on with all her might. They were shown a man of medium height, fair-skinned, but with a large bald spot on his head. Yana breathed a sigh of relief.

– No, this is not our Roman. We don’t know this person. Under what circumstances was he found?

– He was found near the Indira Gandhi airport, the body lay for about three days. They didn’t find any documents or money with him, most likely it was a robbery.

Yana left her contact information to the police and asked them to inform her if they found anyone else of European appearance.

Oksana Fyodorovna wailed joyfully:

– What a blessing that this is not our boy.

After the visit to the morgue, Yana and Oksana Fyodorovna went to the airport to meet with Salim.

He was a plump, middle-aged man with brown eyes.

He thought about Yana’s question for a few minutes, then said:

– I think I remember. He is a young man with glasses, a backpack on his shoulders, shorts and a blue T-shirt. He waited for someone for fifteen or twenty minutes, then went up to the man who was standing at the exit and talked to him about something. After that, the man brought the guy to him, and he left the airport building with him. I never saw them again.

– Okay, thanks, Salim, for the information. Can you describe in more detail the man Roman was talking to, as well as the young man he went outside with?

– The man was tall, about four eighty-five meters, or maybe even ninety meters, slender and with a turban on his head, apparently a Sikh. The guy is about six feet tall, skinny, with long black hair pulled back in a ponytail.

– And this Sikh, has he ever caught your eye before?

– To be honest, I didn’t pay much attention to the Sikhs, they often come across here. But that day, he blinked at me, stood near the exit for a long time and constantly called someone back on his mobile phone.

– Salim, here’s my phone number, think carefully, maybe you can remember something else about this Sikh. Please call me back and let me know. This is very important for us.

“And now, Oksana Fyodorovna, let’s observe what is happening at the exit, outside the terminal building,” said Yana. And they went outside to continue their investigation.

Chapter Nine

Denis Dunkel did not want Roman Petritsky to realize that he knew Russian, in general, that he was also from Russia, so he did not utter a word during the entire trip in the car.

Denis was going to turn 29 in a week, he was good-looking, athletic, tall, broad-shouldered, green-eyed.

He had his own business two years ago, he was engaged in the supply of medical equipment. Initially, things were going well, but he never managed to achieve success.

Besides, he still had debts to pay off.

His friend Vasily, who had been living in London for several years, offered him a job that was well-paid but criminal. Denis’ task was to find and bring donors to the clinic for transplantation. He was paid twenty-five thousand dollars for each donor delivered.

After working for a couple of months, Denis paid off his debts, but he was in no hurry to leave this job, because he liked a luxurious life. And what they do with donors after transplantation was the last thing he was interested in.

He had girlfriends in tour operator companies who gave him information about young single travelers to different countries, and then there was the matter of technology. As a rule, it was not difficult to organize their abduction.

With Roman, everything turned out purely by chance. He asked for a ride to Dehradun.

Denis was driving a VIP client to the airport at that time. Everything turned out unexpectedly well.

He took Roman’s blood to a laboratory in Delhi for analysis, and on the way back he stopped at the airport.

A beautiful girl in her thirties was standing at the entrance to the terminal building with a small elderly woman. They spoke to each other in Russian. Denis met the gaze of the Russian girl and suddenly asked himself:

– Are you looking for something? Do you need any help?

Yana was delighted when she heard Russian, and the young man was trustworthy.

– We are looking for a man who flew to Delhi three days ago and disappeared. This is our client. They found out that he left the airport building with a young Indian man, and no one saw him again.

Denis tensed up.

“Damn, they’re probably looking for that infamous Roman,” he thought.

And he said:

– Girl, don’t worry, we’ll definitely figure out how to find him. He probably left in some kind of car. My name is Denis, here is my business card. – He handed Yana his business card from his old business, his mobile number has not changed. – If you need any help, please contact us. I’ve been here for another week, and I have some free time. What’s your name?

– Yana, this is my assistant Oksana Fyodorovna. Thank you, Denis, and goodbye. Now we need to go to the Russian embassy and discuss our situation there.

Chapter Ten

At exactly twelve o’clock in the afternoon, Alex Karte was sitting at a table in Café Kare and waiting for the gentleman he had run into at the Frauenkirche. Less than five minutes later, this man approached him, but today he was wearing a light canvas jacket and linen trousers.

– Greetings, he said in a cheerful voice. – Sorry for the wait. So let’s get started.

My name is Asmodeus. And it’s no coincidence that I came into contact with you. I am aware that you have a big health problem. You’ve already paid a lot of money for the chance to live longer, but you’re not sure of anything. You are afraid that you will be deceived. You are not sure that the kidney will take root. In short, even with a lot of money, you can’t buy yourself peace of mind. But I can guarantee you that you will live for many more years, and with high quality and happiness.

However, I can guarantee you this for a reason, you will need to provide one service for me.

– What kind of service is this? Can you get specific? – Alex looked nervous.

Asmodeus chuckled.

– You will have to go to India and neutralize a certain Yana Goncharova and her Sancho Panza (assistant Oksana Fyodorovna), who are poking their noses into their own affairs and may interfere with our noble mission – to “help the suffering.” They must be eliminated in any way, completely, so that they no longer exist.

– So you’re suggesting that I kill them?

– Exactly, you understood me correctly. Upon successful completion, you will receive an excellent kidney, and the transplant operation will be performed directly in India at an underground VIP clinic by one of the world’s best transplant specialists who works in our team. If you agree, you will fly to India tomorrow, and I will take care of your tickets and visa. Otherwise, – he paused. – you know, you’re going to die very soon.

– But I’m not a murderer, – Alex said softly.

– You have to make your choice.

– Do I have time to think?

– I’ll give you until eight o’clock tonight. I’ll call you at eight o’clock sharp and I want to get a final answer.

– Okay, – Alex replied, got up from the table and went outside. When he reached the nearest park, he sat down on a bench and began to think.

“No, it’s just impossible. I can’t do that. However, who are they to me – two unknown women? I don’t know about them.… Why should I feel sorry for them? I’ll manage, and that’s the end of it, I’ll live happily ever after, I’ll wait for my grandchildren, I’ll go on a trip around the world, which I’ve been dreaming about all the time, and finally I’ll just enjoy life.”

Alex watched the ducks and swans swimming in the pond, the children playing on the shore, and the ice cream vendor, who was calling customers to her. No, he didn’t want to give up his life at all.

“I think I’ll accept Asmodeus’ offer.”

He resolutely got up and walked towards his house, because it was necessary to prepare for a trip to India. On the way home, Vivaldi’s soft music was playing in his head.

Chapter Eleven

Arriving at the Russian Embassy in New Delhi, Yana and Oksana Fyodorovna followed the security guard who escorted them to the meeting room. They were met by a Russian woman, an employee of the embassy, who dealt with missing Russians in India.

– Have a seat, would you like some water, some tea, maybe some coffee?

– Do you have any masala tea? – Yana asked.

– Yes, of course. We’ll order it now, and for you, Mrs Oksana?

– I’ll just have a glass of water.

– My name is Natalia Pavlovna. As soon as we received your missing person report on Roman Petritsky, I immediately reported it to the competent authorities of India and asked for assistance in finding Roman. So far, they’ve only reported one European-looking body that you went to identify. They assured that they are engaged in a search, but so far they have not been able to find any traces. Roman did not contact the Russian Embassy.

– That means he can’t do it. We always give the phone number of the Russian embassy to our clients before leaving for another country, – Yana said, – so everything is bad enough, something happened to him.

– We called all the hospitals, but during this period no one came with such signs that you gave us.

Yana told Natalia Pavlovna what she had learned from Salim, but this information was critically insufficient. The picture that emerged was that Roman had apparently ordered a car to Dehradun, but something had happened on the way, and they hadn’t brought him to Dehradun.

Natalia Pavlovna will help to ask the drivers of cars who was near the airport at that time, and will immediately pass on the information to Yana. She will also be in touch with the police and if there is any news, she will immediately inform them.

– Were there any such cases of missing Russians during your work? – Yana asked.

– There was one case three years ago, a girl was abducted and sold to a brothel. But she was found three months later. However, there have been cases of missing citizens from other countries in the last two years, and their corpses were found without organs, some had their kidneys removed, some had their liver removed, and some had their lungs removed. There is an organ-selling gang operating in India, but so far the police have not been able to track them down.

“What if Roman fell into the hands of these bandits?” Yana was thinking. “But he’s not very well himself, he’s got ulcerative colitis. But you can’t rule out this version. Think, Yana, think.”

After saying goodbye to Natalia Pavlovna, Oksana Fyodorovna and Yana returned to the hotel.

After taking a shower, wrapped in a soft snow-white towel, Yana lay down on a large double bed and suddenly remembered a young man, guess his name is Denis, who offered to help at the airport.

“But what if you use his services: he has free time, he is our compatriot, and in general, I liked him.” Yana searched her bag for Denis’s business card and dialed his WhatsApp number.

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