All the compliments sent to her by musicians flew past. She was not up to this, the girl was afraid to finish and finally disgrace. She knew the power of her orgasm. And she would have succeeded in this, but the master, seeing her condition, penetrated her fingers into her pussy and finished the job. Nastya screamed loudly, having entrenched herself in him, shuddering with her whole body. The master steadfastly accepted her shiver, having pressed the girl to himself.
They walked back in silence, Nastya sometimes shaking a bit from the effects of an orgasm. The master supported her hand ..
Once alone, Nastya rushed to the bed and began to cry. A little cry, the girl fell asleep.

Once, returning with teacher Jock from the medical center, where Nastya was taken once a week to create a personal regeneration program, a strange incident occurred in the corridors of the club.
Nastya is already used to the fact that sometimes other people walk along the corridors. None of them ever spoke to Nastya, or her teacher. On three men passing by, Nastya would not pay attention, if one of them would not began to stare at her. Of course, this could be explained by her appearance, but earlier no one allowed to treat a girl so frankly and for a long time. And they were dressed strangely, in elegantly-defiant black suits.
- Master Jock - called the man.
- Sire? - turned her teacher. Nastya stopped, perplexedly peering at the trinity.
- You will not introduce me to your student? - asked the man, Nastya did not like his arrogant manner of holding herself.
However, teacher Jock was calm.

- Sorry, sir. The student is under the patronage of the club.
However, it was not embarrassing. He approached Nastya closely, touching lightly, moving his finger over her bare chest.
Nastya was dumbfounded by such impudence
- What is your name, honey? - asked the brazen.
Nastya was silent. Then the arrogant lowered his hand and deftly stuck a finger into it. Nastya could not get used to this way of communication. She twitched again and gasped, a pleading expression appeared on her face. Insolent did not begin to torment the girl for a long time, taking out a finger licked it. His eyes closed, a missing expression appeared on his face.
Nastya looked back at her teacher. The face of that was frowned, it seems that he was thinking about something.
Insolent little stood. Closing his eyes, when he opened them, Nastya was frightened by some wild fire danced in his pupils. With that devilish look, he looked at her.

There was a click and a rustling sound from behind. Nastya bare skin caught the barely noticeable movement from the teacher. Insolent look also shifted.
“Why weapons, Master Jock?” - he asked, stretching the words - Remove ...
- My student leaves with me - steel in the teacher's voice rang. Nastya looked at him. In his hands was a sword, only some strange, as if assembled from the designer.
From the depths of the corridor there was a clatter, and from both sides of the corridor gray ones came running in, they also had similar swords in their hands.
- Gentlemen, we do not want trouble - said arrogant, raising his hands - We are leaving.
The girl was immediately scooped up gray and blocked from all directions quickly along the corridor, a minute later she was in her room. The door closed behind it and another iron door, which Nastya had not seen before, slowly sank down from above.
The girl was sitting on the bed, arms wrapped around her sharp knees. This case scared her.

The door rose two hours later and immediately the Master himself entered.
- Hello Freya - he said.
- Hi Carl - answered the girl
- I wanted to apologize to you for the misunderstanding that happened today - said the Master in an official tone.
- Who was that? - asked Nastya
- Roscoe, the head of the club Tikhokena
- What does he want from me?
“He wants to take you.”
- What? What does it mean to pick up?
“Unfortunately, we were not able to keep you secret.” Information leaked, now Rome will request you. However, this does not mean anything to you.

- Absolutely - confirmed Nastya.
- Our organization is ruled by a certain central body, which is run by odious, fanatical people. This body is called the "Order" and is located in Rome. We are clubs, we are regional branches and subordinate to the center.
- Why do I need it? The girl asked.
- For general development. Now further. There is a hypothesis, very doubtful, which speaks of you.
- About me? - the girl was surprised
- Yes, according to the hypothesis, it is believed that the appearance of Freya in our world will cause an apocalypse, that is, the end of the world and the death of all living things. The hypothesis is not justified by anything, however, one very respected gifted one expressed it, therefore it has a lot of weight, especially in Rome. I think this is nonsense.
- No, I'm not Freya - said Nastya.
The master sighed.
“Your father's name was Rudolph, isn't it?” - asked the Master
- Well, yes, I see, you have already learned everything - Nastya said sadly.

- And grandpa - Alex? - he continued to question
- Alexander Gedeonovich - corrected Nastya
- Apparently, you still have German roots - said the Master
- Karl, what are you hinting at? - tiredly asked Nastya.
Master laughed
- Freya Rudolfovna sounds better than Anastasia Rudolfovna, well, if in Russian style, don't you think?
- It does not seem - answered Nastya - In my opinion it sounds silly. I think you are confused.
“Father gave you this name for protection.” He also set the block so that the real name could not be seen even by the gifted. He was very talented.

“Did you know my father?” - asked Nastya.
“We worked together,” explained the Master.
Nastya was silent for a long time
- What can you prove? She finally asked.
- I can tell stories from your life that are hardly known to anyone other than you.
- Tell - asked Nastya.
“Well, your father loved you very much and loved giving you gifts.” In childhood you didn’t like dolls and various outfits that girls usually love, but you liked logic games and designers. My father was very proud of you and always said that he had a difficult girl growing up.
The girl nodded and the master continued.
- On the new year, your father did not dress up as Santa Claus, or Santa Claus, but a deer and rolled you on himself. You really liked it.
- Yes, deer Rudolph, I remember how I laughed and called him a deer Rudolph. I am very ashamed now for this - said Nastya.
- You have nothing to be ashamed of, you gave him happiness - the Master answered.

- Nastya-Nastya, give me happiness - the girl muttered.
“He knew your real name, but he also knew prophecy,” continued the Master.
The girl looked at him.
“So he was in your sect too?”
- Sect? Ha, well, if you like to call it that, then yes. And your mother too. Unfortunately, they died in the line of duty.
- It was not a car accident?
- Not.
Nastya was silent for a long time, dropping her eyes.
- How? She asked
“They died in battle,” the Master replied.
Nastya slowly nodded
- Thanks for telling me.
- I promised my father to protect you - said the Master - And I will keep my word.

The girl looked at him.
“Karl, why are they making me go naked?” Why all this circus?
“You have lived in a wild society for a long time, therefore the traditions adopted among those who are gifted are so unusual to you,” said the Master. “If your parents had not perished, everything would be completely different. I really did not want to leave you to live among the wild, but you were too small.
- There I lived much more comfortable, here I am like in prison - complained Nastya.
“No,” said the Master. “You’re just used to living in a garbage dump and eating waste.” You are now difficult, unusual, and much is not clear, but you can handle it, I believe in you.
The girl, thinking, looked up.

- Carl, they want to kill me? She asked
This question somehow confused the Masters
“I swore an oath and our whole club vowed to protect you,” he replied.
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