The knot was fastened all more strong. Empty sections were filled. Also all small predictions by which I dared to do were
I have found it. It was IT.
Perhaps, here pertinently, at last, to explain to you why, actually, it so me excited all and occupied. From the point of view of
extraneous cold mind my excitements, my bustle, my passion are represented, - should be represented - something frivolous,
quite ridiculous, senseless even. The adult, solid, family person, the employee of the serious authoritative organisation is
occupied lines s than: a criminal act, not a criminal act, a fantasy any, mysticism, nonsense... And all it - at not which level of
club amateur performance, without direct instructions, without the heads sanction, as if I not the officer on service, and any
young enthusiast-menees in search of a material for the next article.
I know, you are a romanticist, in the purest sense of this word, the selector extraordinary, you, I know, and do not require
other motives if the keen desire takes place to reveal a secret. (At least, you are that now when I write this text, in the late
eighties). But you also know, should know that your father - the dry and indifferent pragmatist, the rationalist, prikladnik, the
hard worker for which the romanticism is only convenient property of the human character, allowing to use this person in
process of office necessity.
I am that now, and such I was always, how many myself I remember. The pragmatist.
The rationalist. The walking COMPUTER. In any way not the loony who has gone mad on paranormalikah, and not the
disinterested scientific mind thirsty for disinterested knowledge, but also not the red-tape-monger, however, set as an object
to find the criminal and to promote on a career ladder already on three steps at once instead of next one.
I do not wish to go deep into history, in silly children's experiences, in shameful boyish, in worthless youthful - anything good is
not present there, and to recollect I all it do not love (garrisons, garrisons, garrisons, burnt clay deserts, the cold naked
mountains indifferent kovylnye of steppe, the stuffy evenings, itching mosquitoes, ice draughts in klopinyh houses, spiteful
feral friends, rough meal, soldiers where will not look, zamorennye and boring, and zamorennyj the boring father - the eternal,
gloomy, hopeless captain). I understand that I come - therefrom, all, entirely, with all shades and modulations, but does not
intend, at least here and now, to be engaged in introspection and restoration of the endured.
To find in district of the strongest and to lean against its force. This primitive formula operated me from time immemorial, and I
operated svoeju a life, proceeding from this formula. I have submitted and have entered party for was not in district bolshej
forces, than it and when to me have offered, I have arrived in KGB school for understood already by this moment that bodies
- what spoke about them are the force of the Force preserving and striking. And I willingly undertook to work with
paranormalikami for has scented here possibilities which not to find was more anywhere.
I was convinced that I am on the right track when the eyes has seen the person capable, so to say, by a sight to split trees
and to destroy stone walls. Certainly, it did it not by a sight... Strictly speaking, it in general did not do it... It long to explain,
druzhishche, and it is senseless to explain it: the person of it is not present for a long time in live, and it was silly and is
worthless at all amazing potentialities...
To find the Power carrier! Here the problem which has grasped me and moved me throughout several years. I have created
spetspansionat, and within the precincts of it felt the gold digger who has appeared suddenly in the middle of new Eldorado. I
searched. I waited. I rummaged in archives. I trusted.