When Ney Loon woke up and saw an angelic face with fiery hair like fairy princesses' hair in front of him, he thought: “I am in paradise. So the angels are red? ”

- BUT! he opened his eyes! Who are you? Are you alive? ... - the angel asked in the druierskom language. "Well, of course, I died on Druere, and the angel thinks I'm a druian," thought Ney.
“I ... with Nully ... a Nullian ...” he croaked, not recognizing his own voice. To descend in paradise for the druianin - that was too much ...
- O heaven! He is a stranger! Alien! ... - there was a female voice from the side. - Serene Princess, you better ...
- Hush, Tikki! He speaks Nullian. Shut up. Nishkni! “Titty grunted, and the red-haired angel called the princess whispered in Nullish:
- How did you get here? You are a villain, yes? Enemy of the Crown, yes?

Ney suddenly realized that the angel princess had a very childish voice. "Devil! It seems I have not died yet ... ”He wanted to say something, but instead he groaned and closed his eyes again. It is impossible to say that he did it from powerlessness - rather, his intuition told him that it was necessary.

- No ... Tikki, he is dying! Tikki, what are you standing like a post? Hurry up here, you need to save him ...
- But he is ...
- So what! He is dying, and we have to save him. Tikki, I order you ...

What happened next, Ney did not hear: he too entered his role as a dying man — so much so that he lost consciousness.

***

Waking up again, Ney saw that he was in the room — or, perhaps, in the library. Everything around was lined with books, holographic boxes, virtual minds and other information carriers. Here and there, all kinds of thinking and counting techniques were piled up. Directly in front of Nei was a window that exuded blue light. Outside the window, a mirror of water glowed, and Ney suddenly REMEMBERED.

He remembered how he spotted a damned thermoblack - how could Ney forget about him? - how he slept off guard on foot, and then on a graviplane, as he managed to wag, dodging a laser gun, to a protective barrier, after which almost all of the Drurian Crown Guard chased him ... How did he get killed? I managed to eject in an invisible capsule, and then swam, swam, swam across the bay, right under the nose of the patrol, and how the air ran out, and he got out of the capsule - and swam again, swam, swam, legs, and how he was spotted again, and he dived into the damn depth from the annihilator that slashed it behind ...

"Where did it bring me? ..." - he thought, looking around the room, - "really in one of their damned institutions? And the red angel? ”He suddenly remembered,“ angel-girl? Rather, girl. And her friend? Or a maid? She called her a princess. Princess? But where am I now? So, wherever I am, I have to get out. Urgently ... "

Ney tried to get up - and with a groan fell on the pillow.

- You can not move! Not at all. Until. Another generation of protein is not finished, you know? You have a hole in the back, that's what! Do you understand me? I have never spoken Nullian to Nullians. I learned the language almost secretly, - I heard a familiar voice, similar to a melodious ringing, and yesterday's angel appeared before Nei.

Angel was a little worried and confused, but he was very good at himself. Ney was not mistaken: she was quite a girl. Very Beautiful Girl. The most beautiful, damn it, of all whom Ney saw for his arduous life. He was even stupefied slightly, looking at the red-haired miracle bending over him.

The miracle had huge, slightly slanting blue eyes piercing Ney with radiant streams, high forehead, thin lips of a greenhouse creature, a graceful body — five minutes to a woman, with tight breasts and sand-glasses in the waist, but thin, as happens only in teenagers. The miracle face was tender and childish, very childish, but there was some kind of childlike sadness and depth in it, and it was already filled with tart sensuality ... The miracle blinded Ney: his red eyebrows, traced thinly, as on old masterpieces, were gold with precious glitter, and the wavy fiery mane fell below the belt, shimmering with a thousand reflections and highlights. Ney did not see such a color anywhere and never: somewhere on the verge between gold and copper, and with an admixture of mahogany ...

- Who are you? - he wanted to ask a miracle, and instead of his voice he heard a muffled rattle. Miracle understood him:
- I? I am me. But who are you? This is a more interesting question. However, it is difficult for you to speak now. In a minute I will bring you refreshment ... for now ...

A miracle came to the head of the bed. It was dressed in a delicate green dress with thin spaghetti straps; despite the simplicity of the cut, Ney realized that the dress was expensive, even luxurious. In front, it was bursting with resilient breasts with dotted tubercles under the silk fabric; arms and shoulders were bare and swam in the copper-gold waterfall. The girl bent down - and Ney saw a hollow, pale matte, like ivory. Suddenly, he realized how he wanted to see her breasts ...

Ney shuddered because the girl, or the girl — damn what to call her! - touched his forehead with his hand. The touch was unexpected and painfully pleasant: holding her hand on Ney's forehead, the girl closed her eyes, and Ney felt some kind of warm current entering him from a tender hand.

Suddenly the girl opened her eyes:
- So who are you! ... Well, why, what did you get to us? Little, perhaps, on other planets dirty laundry? And now what to do with you, pray tell? Well, I will cure you, of course, but then I must surrender you to the secret guard. You understand?
“Then there’s no need to heal,” Nei’s voice suddenly cut through. He realized that the girl was reading his mind, and hiding the cards was pointless. In addition, he did not want to lie to this golden wonder. - It was possible not to save. In the secret guard I was quickly returned to the form in which you found me.
- Quiet. Every word is a loss of energy. And you need it now, you need it, believe the old woman ...
- Is that you - old woman? What's your name?
- Why do you need to know? You already know too much about everyone.
- I didn’t really learn anything about ... what I wanted. Why do they call you a princess?
- You never know what they call anyone ... Because.
- Are you really a princess? Which one?
- What else "what"? There is only one princess on Drouera, and this, I must admit, is really me. So what?
- O heaven! So ... And where am I ... you and I? Is this a royal chamber? More on the lab seems ... E no, I do not believe you. I do not believe, little foxy!
- Do not believe - and do not believe if you do not want. And we are in my holy of holies - in my cell, in my mind. Consider her childish.
- Child? The nursery is good: instead of dolls - a hell of a lot of equipment ... There’s enough for ten secret institutions! Who are you, little witch?
- How do you talk to me? Allow me to choose expressions, Mr. Ney Nevezha! - A miracle uttered it in an inimitable steel tone, and Ney thought: what if he really had royal blood before him? The person, however, was so angry that she went out.

Within a few minutes, Ney tried to digest everything that had happened, when suddenly the door opened again and entered the room ...

- I'm glad to see you, Mr. Hunter For Sensations. I hope that the little witch has enough strength and knowledge to mend the hole in your ass. Well, how? Now believe?

This tone was impossible to describe or forge. The "little witch" entered Ney's field of vision, and his mouth opened by itself like a mailbox. She was wearing a snow-white dress shimmering with an iridescent sheen, a tiara with the Druera arms and a monogram pendant of diamonds - “L”; her hair was taken away in golden ...