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“Please, Michael!” – Mark gestured to Misha, opening the door to him, and led him to the bank’s laboratory.
Misha was surprised to see a lot of different equipment and a large electron microscope, in which you can see even the atoms of metal. A monitor with a screen on which the reception foyer could be seen, a table lined with chemicals and a hood over the table.
Mark invited Misha to sit in a chair by the table, then sat down himself and, looking at him, said:
“Well, young man, give your gold.”
“I have to take it off myself.”
– You are welcome. – Courtesy of Mark.
Misha took off his jacket, unbuttoned a few buttons on his shirt and took off his belt. Then, one after another, he took three ingots out of the pockets of his belt. Mark’s eyes lit up at the sight of gold. The face became serious; he immediately on the computer began to rummage in the database, looking for the abbreviation of the stamps of ingots. After a while, he said:
– There is no such mark within the foreseeable three hundred years before our time with you. It seems that these ingots were made even then and they belong to your family. – Mark began to carefully examine the surface under a microscope.
– Yes, this is ancient gold and contains the highest sample. Judging by the casting, it differs in weight not significantly. In those days, when ingots were cast, the weight could withstand these limits. We will accept your gold. – With these words, Mark dialed Marina on the internal phone and invited her to the laboratory. Soon Marina invited Misha to go with her, to receive and evaluate the gold bars. Thirty minutes later, Misha left the bank with a credit card issued by HSBC Private Bank. On his card, issued by the bank to the bearer, the amount of 41,760 Swiss francs was credited. He arrived at the hotel at two o’clock in the afternoon. In his room, he saw tear-stained Katya, who rushed to his neck. She began to kiss, sobbing, and smearing his cheeks with mascara.
“Where did you wander, you fool?” I no longer knew what to think.
– I’m lost. Now I will never give away my Smartphone. In this museum the devil’s head will break, so many rooms, a labyrinth of some kind. “Misha was happy in double. Gold has him Accepted, and now how to transfer the rest of the amount, already here in Switzerland he racked his brains and built all kinds of plans…
Chapter – 14.
Orth, looked at the chronicle of the reign of Cleopatra in the Shambhala repository, and did not cease to be surprised at how much the unfortunate woman had to maneuver in order to retain power and not give Egypt to Rome, falling under the full rule of the Roman Republic as an ordinary province. He thanked the fate that the real Cleopatra remained alive and that it did not have to be replaced by Onisia. With every information he read from the pages of the reign of the queen, he sighed with relief and rejoiced at the fact that Onisia was waiting for him in the Paradise, which he was already accustomed to calling his own name. Unexpectedly, Orth received a telepathic challenge:
“Greetings, Captain, this is Theo.”
– “I, all attention, your supremacy!”
“You are on duty, for you a new task.” For instructions, I ask you to visit my residence in Eden!
– “Yes, your supremacy!” – Orth finished telepathic communication with the curator. Folding the scrolls of manuscripts with the Sanskrit script of symbols, he thought that after all the curator reminded him of his duties, stressing that he was in the service. Hence, something serious has happened that requires the intervention of his experience and preparation. Having combined the scrolls of biographers, the last pharaoh of Egypt, Cleopatra VII, he left the repository of original manuscripts.
On the grass, neatly trimmed robots gardeners, he was already waiting for the flying disk. The robot turned on the navigation of the traffic when Ort sat in the chair. The disk flew noiselessly, and in an instant melted in the blue haze of the inner atmosphere of the planet.
The two-story mansion of Theo’s residence stood surrounded by pine trees interspersed with evergreen tropical vegetation, which somehow does not belong to the surface vegetation of forests that grow on the outside of the land. From this around stood a fragrance, infused with all kinds of smells, invigorating the whole being of the captain. And at that moment there was a feeling of flight. It seemed that all the muscles of the body harmoniously harmonized with the upbeat mood of youth and strength.
On the steps of the porch he ran up with a springy gait, entered the corridor, where two elevators blinked with traffic lights. Ort waited for the elevator to come up and a robot came out of the opening doors, kindly inviting me to enter. Orth did not cease to marvel at these robots, so similar to people. There on the Phaeton, in those distant times when his planet was flourishing, there were no such robots. And those many millions of years that kept his intellect sharpened in a memory chip, were forever erased from being. And for these times, the progress and progress of human genius has progressed, so that it became possible to build the car so reliably, an exact copy of a man deprived of all the human intelligence, capable only of executing the commands put into the command block of memory. Meanwhile, the elevator stopped on the thirtieth floor deep below the ground. Orth stepped out into the pink-glowed space that emanated from the corridor walls. Soft light was everywhere; it was difficult to make out where it came from, and what illuminates the space around.
“These are the all-pervasive pink photons generated by the walls, they create a glow, similar to that which displays the northern lights that penetrate the surface of the earth from our world.” Theo said, reading Orth’s thoughts. In turn, Orth thought: “This is the answer to why our world can not have wars and envy that sizzles all life, only because all ideas of this kind are read as a transparent book.”
“Yes, captain, you are right when everyone knows about everyone and reads each other’s thoughts, what kind of war can there be?”
At the door, shining gold, with a sparkling inscription: “HER SURFACE CURATOR SOLAR SYSTEM,” Orth stopped. The doors of the wide doors parted, and The captain went into the study. At the table, Theo was sitting with long gray locks of hair reaching down to his shoulders, covered in a white tunic with an unmistakable fastening brooch. A huge round brilliant sparkled in the middle of the golden star of the brooch, to the right at the chest level. Orta knew the purpose of this teleportation diamond. Large and attentive gray eyes looked inquiringly at Orta.
– Your supremacy, according to your order has arrived! Orth said militarily.
“Come in, Captain, sit down.” Theo pointed to the chair on his desk.
– On the surface of the earth in Russia appeared a very active and young king. He needs help.
– What is required of me, your supremacy? The captain asked readily.
“Listen to me first.” Then you will express your views.
The captain prepared to listen attentively to the curator of the Solar System.
– The preservation and development of society, which is led by Peter the Great, directly depends on military power. And he got the kingdom dark and weak. He now went with the great embassy in Europe to gain experience in the construction of ships and weapons. For the power of the army, which he creates, they need their master’s gunsmiths and factories for smelting metal for these purposes. In the Urals, rich mines were found, and in the same city, mastermind Nikita Demidov works in one of the cities. Peter the First personally orders him the manufacture of guns and pistols. The master of this high class in his work for his time, but his children can not cope with the training in weapons. Nikita sends her son Akinfiya by royal decree to Saxony to gain knowledge of the smelting of metals and skills from German masters of ore smelting. This industry is of paramount importance for the tsar, because the viability of the state and its survival depend on it.