Travel through parallel worlds. Prologue. The beginning of the path. Part 3 - Beginning

Part 3 - Beginning

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Marina slowly opened his eyes. It was dark, but whether it was night or just in the room where it was, there was no light.

Wildly aching head. The body was numb from an uncomfortable posture. She tried to move, to change position, but felt that her hands are tied behind his back, legs were also imposed shackles.

On the right side of her heard some sounds like someone is also trying to get rid of the ropes.

She squinted and saw lying on the floor the silhouette of a man. I think it was Stepan. She wanted to call out to him, but her mouth was so dry that she could neither stir tongue nor to issue any sound.

At this time her fellow-sufferer was able to take a vertical position and was now sitting and looked at her. Then ask:

• How cases, Marina? You've come to? How do you feel?

The girl again tried to sit up. This time she barely managed to rise, however, her head immediately spinning, and my mouth had a taste of blood. She answered Stepan somehow husky voice:

• More or less. What the hell was that? Where are we? Can you explain to me who you are, why we almost died? - with every word Marina was going to say easier and easier. Yes what is happening and indignation gave her strength.

• Lived I itself, no one not touched, and here you fell on my head. What do you do, who are you? - again essentially repeated she.

Stepan said:

• I have no right to reveal secrets of the organization in which I am. Yes, and you're better off not knowing about it. When we get back, Oleg will tell everything himself, a little patience.

• Yeah, tell... They'll kill us here, and no one will even look for us.

• How not to be. I told Oleg where we went and I have a beacon on which we will be defined. Only time a bit need to.

He paused and then behind the wall I heard heavy footsteps, the door swung open and a slit first leaked beam of bright light, and then in the doorway appeared a stocky figure.

• What, are you awake? - the trumpet voice she said. - If you're not much flutter and scream, I'll untie you and give you water. Agreed?

Marina silently has nodded her head, expressing its consensus.

Apparently, what he said was not related to Stepan.

Bully entered the room, tightly closed the door and turned on the light. Then risen Marina and pointed to a table where stood a pot of water and two metal mugs.

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Marina eagerly drank water, thirst and dryness, tormented her, and finally retreated. Then she examined herself. On the body was a few small bruises, which although it brought some anxiety, but did not pose any danger.

With head all was not so simply. Always neatly stacked haircut girls turned into something unimaginable - some shredded nest with wet blood stain in the neck.

Marina looked with disgust at the bloody hand, looked around, but never noticed towels or any rags' that could wipe out the blood. No longer hoping for the best, she just wiped her hand on the edge of the hem of the dress and sat down on the only chair present in the room.

Then, looking at Stepan, who was still tied up and sitting in an uncomfortable position, she asked their jailer:

• Perhaps be, untie and my comrade? - she risked.

• Don't ask, he said. - And if you talk again, I'll put a gag in your mouth again.

A few minutes of continued silence, then from the street came the steps and into the house burst into two bandits. One of them were fierce, the second, with a sly expression, green eyes, seemed more peaceful and quite attractive.

• Well, where are our prisoners? - bass asked the first of them of our jailer.

• Yes, here they said that the girl still sitting on the chair, and the boy, crouching on the floor.

• Well, the guy let it sit here, and you're coming with us, ' he said to Marina and told her to get up.

She rose reluctantly from his chair. His head was still spinning, and she barely stay on his feet, wanted to sit in the chair, but she did not.

Green-eyed thug cleverly grabbed her arm and dragged her to another room. Another thug went after them.

To be continued...

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