Dr. Shakhov
Story. End. Beginning in room 97.
(C) Oleg Malakhov / Stever
Illustration: (c) Alexey Antipov / Goblin
"Well that's all," - lightweight thought Dr. Shahs. And
indeed, his work day ended. There was only a ritual which he
performed each time after a large influx of visitors. Was this
ritual in a large cup of strong coffee. For recuperation.
Dmitry V. clicked on the button with his secretary. A
pleasant female voice answered immediately:
- Yes, doctor.
- Everything is as usual - said Shakhov, - I am a coffee, and
you free.
- Now, - said the secretary.
The doctor stared expectantly at the door of his office.
Exactly Five minutes later was to appear was his new secretary
and bring coffee. Dmitry V. liked order, always and in
all. Besides, he was extremely conservative person, and
never deviated from his own imposed rules. That is why daily
cup of coffee he drank from 20:10 until 20:20, Shakhov
perceived as a once and set a mysterious ritual. For the
slightest deviation from the rules he could to dismiss the
secretary from work. Dr. fingers impatiently drumming on a
tabletop. However, his thoughts were relatively calm. "It is
hard, of course, that's because every time to listen to the
outpouring of these patients ... Yes, and they try to do
something to help. True, they say that water takes charge of
the negative energy accumulated during the day. A caffeine
improves performance of the brain and relieves fatigue. The
main thing now - to recover. Absolve themselves of all this
stuff ... Today something has been particularly hard ... He
also have to give part of their energy. Their own ...
Although I knew what was going ... Yes, the mood at me today
quite bad ... "Further thoughts Shakhova moved to reflect on
the fact how much more interested in lining up a man in my head
all sorts of arguments. He tried to analyze the progress of own
thoughts. However, all fingers drummed and drummed on the
table. AND then came the secretary, bearing such a pleasant
doctor a cup of coffee.
- Please - she said, and put the coffee before Shakhov.
Dmitry V. surveyed the girl from head to toe. "But not
without a second thought you, friend, come to work for me,
wearing a tight and a fairly transparent duds "- thought the
doctor and would have had to thank her for coffee, when
suddenly secretary, smiling innocently, leaned toward Shakhov,
and said:
- Coffee as you love to do. Five pieces of sugar ...
It is not hard to guess that the last manipulation of the girls
opened eyes Dmitry V. luxurious neckline of her blouse. Doctor
even I did not know: whether to transfer him to look on the
face of the secretary, or continue to look at the neckline,
which opened a decent part of her chest. Suddenly, he moved a
little closer to the girl and said:
- Thanks for the coffee, Nadia. Just do not forget that here
We still medical institution, not a brothel. See
you tomorrow at the same frivolous clothes - and you can assume
that you're fired - with these words Shakhov leaned back in his
chair, enjoying the expression on his face Nadia, which clearly
reflected the resentment and perplexity, and then, a little
louder, said, - Now, you free.
The secretary looked at Shakhova look humble man, and without
saying a word, turned and walked away.
"Yes ... - he thought the doctor - Solid idiocy. I looked,
how are you, darling, for me to react, if I was not "own
Dr. Shakhov, "... So all of you and pulls the tear tidbit. The
money is there, the fame is, position in society is - what more
do you want? It remains only to gain rights and to Use it until
the end of life ... And because each is sure that her charms
simply have to influence appropriately. There was only you,
Nadya, one such ... And then after all and sticks. Like bees to
a sweet ... Rather, like flies on carrion ... And some
inzhenerishka with the collapsing defense enterprise - it's
not! Who such a need! .. Think, probably, that I finished
biscuit. Or even impotent ... Which has nothing to ... But I
it's easier - to live for yourself. Otherwise, why I got into
this whole nightmare ... On the other hand, I have another path
in life and not was. Grandmother - a witch, a mother - a healer
... Yes, all alone witches circle. Good was my native village!
Witch on witch witch sits and urge on ... Now, though, all
around, too Some witches. But another order. By another use ...
A Grandma, I had nothing ... Everyone was afraid. How to hear
that Caroline Kuzminichna going to visit - this will lay a
table that You can feed a regiment of soldiers ... And how
could it be otherwise? Little that is not so - just two word
poshepchet, chicken slaughter, and all - man's death ... Or
some incurable disease ... Maybe I have such a passion of her
people be treated? Granny maimed, and the mother treated ...
Symbiosis, speaking on the scientific. If it were not for my
grandmother, not would have been in my life of happiness. She
gave me knowledge, and little idea to the big city of happiness
to go threw ... Bastard ... Which dirt shoved me ... "- Dmitry
Vasilyevich rose because of the table and walked to the window,
intending to open it. Cup coffee he held in his left hand.
Shakhov corner of his eye noticed that column in the indoor
thermometer has risen to a level of twenty-five degrees.
Prihlebnuv coffee, the doctor opened the window. Air in the
office once filled with the smells of a typical evening.
Freshness ... Shakhov, breathed in deeply. "But outside the
city now has more ... Crickets ... Dr. Uvarov is now probably
in terror. I f he has so much money repulsed ... People are
drawn to me. In traditional medicine, were disappointed ... It
would have been disappointed in what .. This is not a medicine,
quackery and continuous. I'll show them all ... Traditional
doctors. Everyone will sit in the shit! They are already now
sit, though ... Newspapers something just for me and we are ...
Phenomenon, but ... B went to any remote village - there is
such phenomena tmuschaya darkness. Without the cost of medicine
... Charms, talismans, herbs ... And yet - nothing more human
health is not required ... Uvarov, reptile, even tried to
threaten ... We say, this Shakhova put into clean water. It
cripples people ... Well, the conclusion derivable ... I'm also
not for nothing that Grandma went ... A Blight - great work! "
Shakhov almost finished his coffee. A force and did not think
to recover. Mood getting worse and worse. "Not to good this -
thought Dmitry Vasilyevich - Anxiety ... It's just so I can not
there ... Something is wrong. Or was, or soon will be ...
Grandmother told me - we all in the family are. If something is
wrong - just feel ... Maybe even some coffee? Or something
stronger? .. No stronger I did not ... It will be worse. "
The doctor set the cup on the windowsill. And suddenly I saw
clearly in the depth of this cup nekolko drops of blood. "A
blood-a from here? "- he thought. He shook his head, like a man
trying to break free from the power navazhdeniya.Krov in a cup
all come and coming. Half a minute later bedplate has already
been completely hidden viscous red liquid. Thoughts Dmitry
Vasilyevich got messy shade: Blood ... Is there something I
talked about this ... I think even my mother, not grandmother
... " Shakhov abruptly withdrew from the cup. "Death! - Rang in
his brain, - It a sure sign of impending death! But from what?
What happened ?! "Shakhov decided to close the window. However,
not all that easy in our lives ... even he - a hereditary witch
- could not predict how can be a death. It is only when a
strong blow threw him to the floor, he realized how dangerous
it is to deal with traditional medicine. City and Civilization
devour everything contrary to their laws. They ate and Dr.
Shakhov - a man who is genuinely trying to help people, but
never realized What are these terrible people.
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- Glory, come here! - In his wife's voice could be heard
distinctly Bobrischeva panicky tone. Vyacheslav Petrovich, in
what was, without undressing, after the street, rushed into the
room.
- What happened, Katya? - On the run he yelled.
- Doctor of your ... Shakhov ... Shot!
- When?! - With these words Bobrischev entered the room.
Wife, pointing at the television, said:
- Yesterday evening. Just handed in the news ... He was found
in the study. At the window. Gunshot wound ... Right in the
heart. Say murder for hire.
- What do you mean? " - Almost crying Bobrischev said - maybe
something confusing?
- What can I make a mess?! Directly on the TV just reported.
Vyacheslav Petrovich looked at his bewildered wife. Then
turned and left the room.
- Glory! - After they told him - you are there is ... Bread a
bought?
Bobrischev stopped.
- What a fool you are, Kate! - He said quite loudly.
Vyacheslav Petrovich put his head with both hands and leaned
against the wall. He was, of course, sorry Dr. Shakhov. But
even finished off the idea that all the hopes that he placed on
treatment, now they are buried. Warlock died, and the mascot
lost its power. "Well, I still did not have time to pay ..." -
Thought Bobrischevu.
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These are probably all people. Arriving in town, Shakhov not
understand in that he is trapped. He knew how to love and treat
people. However, do not take into account, that man - the most
dangerous and insidious predator of those that inhabit the
earth. People are in fact able to devour each other ...
OSLESLOVIE AUTHOR:
The story was born a long time, but without generic muk.I it
pleases. The idea appeared very long ago - in the ninety-second
year. There even some blueprints, records, etc. But only now,
when the the court has already summer and ninety-eight, I got
the same myself sit at a desk and give life, "Dr. Shahs.
Oleg Malakhov,
06/21/1998.
