“Are you a wizard?”

“No, just learning,” Shevchenko grinned, “but I can make you happy ...”

- For what reason. We only know you for a few minutes ...

- Suppose I just liked you.

“But I am not of this part,” Alex intuitively moved away from the interlocutor.

Sergey Anatolyevich laughed:

- I'm not for this either. Take it easy. I am not the one you accept. You think the old fagot is looking for new victims in the train cars.

- Yes, it seemed to me ...

“Though I am a Jew, I will say that in such cases it is necessary to be baptized,” Shevchenko raised a glass and took a sip. Yes, sincerely.

- Everyone has already found ...

- They think so. But deeply wrong with it ...

- And I?

- And you are a wanderer. Until nowhere. And in this you are like me in your youth. I, too, was once all abandoned ...

- Who you are?! - Alexander asked bluntly

- I'm just a doctor, Alexander. Doctor of human souls and bodies. Everything is very material and no mystery.

- How do you still know my thoughts?

- Just guess. I live too much in the world, - Shevchenko poured a third time, - And now I offer you to work with me ... By the way, who are you by profession?

- Journalist ...

- I for some reason thought so. So it will be PR me and my company. For you, Alex!

Chapter 2

Early in the morning, Telegin was awakened by a light nudge to the shoulder.

- Good morning. Alexander, - and Alex saw above himself the freshly shaved vigorous physiognomy of Sergey Anatolyevich. So this is not a dream or nonsense. A drowsy veil flew off in a flash. Alex jumped up from the hard bed, knocking the back of his head on the top shelf.

“You have to be careful, young man,” Sergey Anatolyevich patronized him pathetically, “but sleeping in clothes is not good either.”

- And what about Moscow ...

- We will leave earlier. We must meet ...

Yes, it certainly would not dream.

- So you actually take me to work ...

Sergey Anatolyevich grunted:

- Imagine taking! And for a good job.

Suddenly he became serious and said harshly:

- For the future, for your glorious future, Alexander, keep in mind - I never throw words to the wind! Remember this for your own good.

- OK I understood. Just keep in mind, my relatives know where I went.

Shevchenko's features softened again:

- Yes of course. You can call them for a decent and financial job.

- And the nature of my future activities?

- I told you yesterday - PR!

They embarked on a small station in the suburbs of the capital. They really waited for Sergey Anatolyevich - a bespectacled Mercedes with darkened windows. There they were met by two hefty gentlemen, who greeted Shevchenko very politely. Strong fellows also politely greeted Alexander. Although Sergei Anatolyevich did not consider it necessary to submit it. They got into the car and rushed into the unknown distance. Unknown, however, for Alex, who was completely ignorant of Moscow roads. And he did not even ask himself the question - why did he fall for the proposal of a random fellow traveler. But however, he also had nothing to lose. Is that only your life. But he believed Sergei Anatolyevich, again without knowing why.

In the car, Shevchenko kept talking on the phone, giving urgent orders and instructions to someone.It was immediately clear that he was the big boss here. Finally, Sergey Anatolyevich turned his attention to Alex:

- The main thing in our business is not to be surprised and just listen to me. Then you will be fine.

- But what kind of business, Sergey Anatolyevich? If I will be engaged in the PR company of your company, I must know what it does.

“A professional question,” Shevchenko even looked very friendly at Telegin, “you will all know, Alexander, in due time.” And then she will understand what needs to be advertised and who needs to advertise our products. Now we will come to the office, issue some formal papers, and then you will rest in the hotel of the company.

- In the hotel company - Alex asked, - you have such a scope.

“You don’t even suspect, Alex, how big your acquaintance is an old Jew,” Shevchenko laughed habitually.

Mercedes, meanwhile, drove onto a neat forest road, and a moment later, as if by magic, a huge (so-called provincial) building complex appeared, resembling a chic hotel somewhere in Cannes. At least, similar structures Alex saw in foreign films. Now he really could not believe that what was happening was not a miracle.

- We must believe in miracles, - Sergey Anatolyevich’s voice rang out nearby

- You still can read minds ...

- To be honest, I can. Little. I'm just learning, - Shevchenko winked at him.

He definitely liked this doctor. And he didn’t look like a big boss at all. Although the whole surrounding environment told him exactly that. So, nothing surprised. Well, we will not. However, nothing strange happened. Except for the fact that he is a simple ex-journalist Alex Telegin got into quite an unexpected company and situation. Can it really be a miracle ?! But he called his parents just in case, although he did not say anything definite. Yes Telegin himself did not know his future fate.

The car drove up to the main entrance. Here a balding man in a white coat waited for the doctor. He shook Sergey Anatolyevich’s outstretched hand and looked at Telegin with interest.

“This is our new colleague,” Shevchenko explained briefly, swiftly entering the building.

“Neuman Roman Yakovlevich, Sergey Anatolyevich's referent,” the man quickly introduced himself and rushed after Shevchenko. Alexander barely had time to call himself and shake Neumann's dry brush. Inside the office, at the entrance, there were also strong guys. Sergei Anatolyevich made them swing his hand, and they didn’t even pay attention to Alex. In a deserted hall, behind a large table with two computers, sat a comely brunette with almond-shaped eyes. She rose and devotedly looked at Shevchenko. On the badge you could read the name "Irina".

- Good afternoon, Irina. Take our guest to my reception. I will talk with Roman Yakovlevich.

And they disappeared into the depths of the hollow corridors. The room was quiet and comfortable. And it was not clear where the work is in full swing. However, while it is not his business. Not to be surprised - to mean, not to be surprised.

The girl came out from the table and showed a very good figure. A strict business suit could not reduce its perfection. A beautiful face, perfect posture, impeccable manners said that Sergei Anatolyevich selects his shots with great taste. And yet what is he doing here ?!

Irina gave him a pleasantly-official smile and asked to follow her. Alex followed the girl and thought that such as she would never be available to him. But even her simple contemplation made Alex's lower abdomen ache.

Telegin and his attendant went into the elevator. Sasha, as a hereditary intellectual, missed Irina ahead. The girl thanked him politely. They stood in the elevator opposite each other. And Alex could not believe that he was standing next to such a beautiful woman. True, the indifferent cold look of her dark eyes somewhat spoiled such a marvelous picture. Irina was silent, as if immersed in her unknown thoughts. It seems that in the firm Shevchenko did not like to ask unnecessary questions. For some reason, Alexander did not want to ask them.Of course, Alex was curious, but in moderation. And he somehow understood with a sixth sense that now is not the time of informative conversations. Moreover, Telegin was sure that Sergei Anatolyevich would tell everything himself.

Silent communication lasted a bit. On the fifth floor they left, and the girl took Alex into a large office, where another beauty was sitting at the computer monitor. The same awesome appearance, as if descended from the pages of a fashion magazine, but only a blonde .... Read more →