Татьяна Викентьева – "STOLEN IMMORTALITY" (страница 9)

"This news is unlikely to please Aleftina Ermolaevna. She'll cause a scandal."

-Really?

-Yes. Korovchenko is a bitch by nature. Don't you remember her?

- I remember. It's that fat woman who has diabetes.

-Exactly that one. She paid for the operation a long time ago and can't wait to receive her niece's body.

-And how is her niece feeling? Is she healthy?

-Yes. We conducted a comprehensive examination of her body. Irina is completely healthy and ready for surgery.

"Okay. Then let's do it this way: I'll perform the surgery not later, but earlier than scheduled. Then Korovchenko will be happy and won't make a scene."

"This is a wise decision. Like all your decisions, Alexander Ivanovich."

“You flatter me, Vladimir,” said Alexander and stopped near the bars,

which blocked the way. - Well, here we are! - looking into the darkness, he shouted loudly. - Hey, Alfred! Open up!

"Hurry up! Do you hear, Alfred? Our boss has arrived! Open up!" Vladimir shouted after Alexander into the darkness.

Hurried footsteps were heard, and a few seconds later a very short man approached the bars. It was Alfred, a repeat offender,

who, like Vladimir, was saved from prison by Alexander.

Little Alfred had been working in the lab for two years. His duties included guarding and feeding the prisoners confined to their cells and assisting with surgeries, performing the work of junior medical staff. And he always performed his duties successfully. But that day, he was extremely unlucky. The new prisoner turned out to be very stubborn and strong. Evidence of his strength was evident under Alfred's eyes in the form of huge bruises. Somewhat embarrassed by his appearance, the guard stammered:

- I'm already here. Hello, Alexander Ivanovich.

- Hello, Alfred. I see you've been decorated quite nicely.

"What am I saying! Nikita's just lying there. The new prisoner broke his ribs!" the guard muttered again, unlocking the bars.

"I see. I see you're completely useless! You, Alfred, are small! And Nikita is too fat! How could you possibly handle a strong young man? The only people you can handle are women!" Alexander said sharply, pushing aside the open grate and heading down the dark corridor. Vladimir and Alfred hurried after him.

After walking about twenty steps, Alexander stopped and asked:

-Which cell did you assign the new boy to?

“The seventh one on the right,” Vladimir answered.

"It's not far from here. I'll show you now, Alexander Ivanovich," Alfred said helpfully, running ahead of his boss to the right camera. "Here it is. This is the camera."

Alexander and Vladimir approached.

“Should I open the cell, Alexander Ivanovich?” asked the guard. “Or should you first look at the young man from the next observation room?”

“Let me think about it,” said Alexander. “Is the young man in handcuffs?”

"Yes. We got him handcuffed. Barely. And tied him to the bed. Also barely. The guy's very strong. He must be into sports. It was hard to handle him," Alfred stammered. To which Alexander retorted:

-Who's stopping you from playing sports? Go ahead and do it! I don't need weakling security guards!

"Got it, Alexander Ivanovich. Got it all. We'll do some sports," the guard said obediently and asked again. "So, what have you decided? Should we open the cell?"

-Yes. Open up! - Alexander ordered. - Vladimir will come with me! And you, Alfred, stay outside!

“Okay.” The guard opened the lock and let the men into the cell, slamming the door behind them.

Alexander and Vladimir involuntarily closed their eyes. The powerful spotlight installed in the cell was glaring. It was difficult to adjust, especially after the dark corridor.

Alexander, shielding his eyes with his hand, began to examine the cell. A young man sat on an iron bed in the left corner. His hands were handcuffed, and he was tied to the bed with a thick rope.

The guy looked hostilely at the two men who entered and asked:

-Who are you? What do you want from me?

"You'll find out everything, dear young man. Take your time! I'll ask the questions first," Alexander said calmly, sitting down on a chair standing near the iron bed. "So, let's begin! What's your name?"

-Eric Barskin.

-How old are you?

-Twenty.

-Who are your parents?

-My father is Philip Emmanuilovich Barskin, an oil magnate.

-And mother?

-My mother died two years ago. From exhaustion.

“From exhaustion?” Alexander asked in surprise.

- Yes. She was a top model and tried to maintain her figure. And at forty, that's hard. So her efforts ended in death.

-I see. So, you live with your father?

- No. I live alone. My father simply sponsors me.

- Do you have a girlfriend?

-Yes. And not just one.

-Will someone be looking for you?

-Yes. My father will be looking for me. And when he finds me, you'll be in trouble!

-Why are you sure that he will find you?

- Because my father is a billionaire. And money can do anything!

-Well, that's a good explanation. Now tell me, are you healthy?

-That's a strange question. Why do you need to know that?

-Please answer the question. And then I'll explain everything to you.

-Okay. I'm healthy.

-Are your internal organs bothering you?

-No.

-Do your liver, kidneys, stomach or heart hurt?

- No. I told you I'm healthy.

-Have you ever abused alcohol?

-No.

-Have you taken drugs?

-No.