Prologue.

I was sitting alone in the investigator’s office and was looking at a photo of Vadim. In addition to the picture on the table was a stack of A4 sheets and a pencil. The muddy window under the ceiling eagerly let in the light, and I liked to watch the dust particles spinning into the sun's rays.

For the past three months I was in the SIZO, I have not seen either a lawyer or an investigator, they have not brought any charges against me, and no investigative actions have been conducted. I was familiar with this Cop tactic - to keep a person behind bars in complete ignorance and wait for him to make up an accusation for himself. Like, it was not for nothing that they were detained, and procedural deadlines allow. Vadim's photo was supposed to push my train of thought in the right direction.

Judging by the stupid grin of a friend, the photo was torn from the school prom album. But when I saw him for the last time, Vadik was completely gray. I took a sheet of paper, a pencil and began to redraw the portrait, adding the strokes that struck me so much that May day.

Part one. Vadim and Inna.

- And she is not indifferent to you, - Vadim was sitting on the other side of the table, and I poked my mouse on the screen, made out a deposit to my classmate.

- Do not say, zaklavala already, - I said quietly, trying not to look at the new boss operzal. The hall was round, and she sat opposite, a tall, slender brunette with a square that beautifully framed her face with delicate features. I was the only man among the staff and apparently this annoyed her.

- Lucky you! Such a flower garden around! - Vadim unceremoniously considered my colleagues. And you should fuck this goat well.

- Are you telling me? You? - my question sounded furious in half with surprise. - Yes, the whole class thinks that you graduated from the Physical Department as a virgin.

- Come together, eh? Cool girl, - Vadim ignored my derogatory remark, leaned over, put a shabby Taiwanese diplomat on his knees, in my opinion, he finished school with him. Opened so that I could not see what was inside, clicked. In response, the diplomat squeaked.

It seemed to Inna that I was serving a client for too long, she got up from the table and headed towards us in a nemesis mask, beautiful and unforgiving.

The hall was covered with a muddy veil, and when I came to my senses, Vadim, completely naked, hid a device in a pile of clothes that looked like a hair dryer for curling hair. Everything around was ringing, motionless and silent, people did not move, technology did not make noise.

- “Sea figure, stand still!” - I croaked the first thing that came to my head, and suddenly I saw that Inna, frozen a few meters away from us with an expression of the goddess of retribution on her face, was almost completely naked. On it remained stockings and high-heeled shoes. Water was drying on the floor tiles around. My boss looked like a dancer from the French cabaret show “Crazy horse”.

- What is it? - showed by hand.

- It? I washed her, the girl before sex should be deliciously washed.

- But how? What? Explain, come on.

“I invented a time machine,” Vadim said simply and lowered his eyes modestly.

We were silent, I waited for explanations, and Vadim collected his thoughts.

- I really did not just come to you. Money - ugh. Just think, a deposit. I have no friends at all, and you are the only one I can trust.

“Isn't Vadik too overestimating our friendship?” I thought. “Well, they played sea battle in the back row, and haven’t seen each other for several years.”

- Do you imagine the space-time continuum?

- Well, length-width-height ...

Vadim with his thumb, index and middle finger depicted the coordinate system:

- And the fourth dimension?

- time.

- That's right, - he ran his hand diagonally in front of him from the bottom up, - The space moves in time. Here we just depict the time axis in textbooks as a straight line only for the convenience of perception.

I considered Inna's shaved pubis and lost the thread of Vadim's reasoning. Because he rose and shielded himself naked boss:

- In fact, no one knows the trajectory of time, it is rather a spiral, like DNA.

I peeked over my friend's shoulder, licked my lips, and nodded.

- Although, the DNA helix is ​​depicted symmetrical only for the convenience of the viewer. So, I learned to determine the spiral steepness, the degree of curvature of the time trajectory.

- And how to travel?

- The technology of moving in time is as follows. I leave the marker, and then, after some time, the car moves me to the marker "there", that is, into the past, and "back" - by the time of launch.

- And in the future?

Vadim was embarrassed:

- In the future I can not, in the future there is no marker, it means - there is no movement.

- Cool, and why is everyone still?

- No one can exist in two times at the same time.

- And we?

“It's all about this thing,” Vadim pulled out a “hair dryer,” “The extractor is called. I flew from the future, the future, or rather my present, is concentrated around the retriever. I touched you, and now you live in my present, your future.

- Like this?

- In fact, you are now asleep in your bed, and you have a dream.

- It's because...

“Because no one’s consciousness can be at the same time here and there.”

I tried to digest what I heard, and Vadim continued.

- Around the extractor is formed the sphere of the future within the past.

- Big? - I interrupted.

- It depends on the charge of the battery, - Vadim shook the extractor, - Now I will touch this fury ... What is her name?

- Inna Vladimirovna.

- And Inna Vladimirovna will arrange for us an erotic holiday. Take off your clothes

- C'mon! She would rather hang herself.

- Come on, wash the end. She sucks him all night tonight, you have to respect the boss.

- I myself! I know where the toilet is, I snapped.

“You can't do it yourself.” The extractor has a side effect. The sphere of the future is compacted as it moves away from the extractor, and its boundary is irresistible. There is no “sea figure” abroad. Life is in full swing, airplanes are flying. But the extracted person cannot escape far from the extractor. It covers a monstrous horror, irrational, tangible physically, you can turn gray.

- I thought you turned gray from the books.

We entered the toilet.

- And the man returns to the extractor. Just next to it, what you learned from the past feels comfortable. - Vadim noticed that I hesitate to wash at him, and delicately turned away.

- And are you sure that Inna will easily agree to this ...?

- You will see. Just persuade - to obey me without question!

- In terms of?

- Divide the roles like that. You will be her slave, and I will pretend to be her master. I'm not sure about myself.

We returned to the hall. Vadim casually poked Inna with a extractor in the shoulder:

- The human body thaws gradually, touch the head, the client will be aware of helplessness due to immobility for some time. I usually touch a limb ...

- Usually?

“Then the head is turned on last, when some useful barriers have already collapsed.” The subconscious mind is working, but the mind is not yet.

Inna screamed, covered herself with her palms and ran out of the hall.

- Where is she?

- This is a standard female nightmare, being naked at work, will be back now. And while running, help come on.

Vadim tore off the couch, where visitors usually sat in a queue, a pillow. Together we carefully put it on the table. A friend narrowed his eyes and clicked his tongue.

- Normal height, if too small, shoes off.

Self-confidence Vadim hit. He turned to the entrance to the hall exactly at the moment when Inna Vladimirovna flew back beside herself with horror.

Vadim caught her in his arms, the girl sobbed:

- What is it? - and buried her nose in his chest.

- Quiet, small, quiet. You dream erotic dream. Everything will be fine. Isn't it scary already? - he nodded to me at the extractor, I took the hint and put it under the pillow.

- Yes, - Inna squeaked.

- Look who ...