Night.
Theatre.
A couple of trucks pulled into the garage. People got out of it and started unloading the first car. Johnson Carter was watching this. Billy, the kid who worked at the theater, was also there, and he was driving this truck. He got out of it and asked the boss.
— Sorry, boss, but what about the payment?
Carter turned around.
— You will be paid for two trucks, as soon as this one is unloaded, you will take the next one to another place, and they will pay there.
Billy sighed.
— Okay, boss.
Morning came.
The natural sciences room at the Academy.
Svyat was asleep when suddenly Dorothy started to wake him up abruptly. The boy opened his eyes and muttered sleepily.
— Dolly, listen, do you even have a conscience? Pour so much water, and then wake up at the crack of dawn.
Dorothy whispered.
— Holy, this is not the time to be naughty, there is a responsible task for you. And by the way, yesterday I asked him to sit and learn something, and not get him drunk so that he would sleep until the evening.
Svyat sat down, rubbed his eyes, pulled himself up.
— Well, what can I say – talent. What's the deal?
Dorothy smiled.
— Our princes the planet of the black lizards has a birthday today.
Svyat is surprised.
— Really? Seriously? Aren't you lying?
— So that I could lie? Do you take me for an ordinary spy? — Dorothy was saying sarcastically. — well, listen, your task is to detain Ange until the evening, while we prepare everything here, I will give you a task from the headquarters at the table and you will do it, there will be nothing difficult. And try to make this day as fun and unforgettable as possible, frolic there, but most importantly, don't set foot here until the evening.
Svyat nodded and was a little upset.
Dorothy asked.
— Hey, what are you doing?
The kid raised his head.
— And I didn't even prepare a gift.
Dorothy smiled and ruffled her hair, which had not woken up.
—Come on. You're like a gift yourself. There's a feast almost every day because of you.
Half an hour later, the whole team gathered. Dorothy told me the tasks that the headquarters had sent for the week. Beatrice quietly asked Svyat.
— How are you feeling after yesterday?
— Yes, it seems to be fine. — the kid examined himself. — if you think I look bad today, don't worry, I'm always like this.
Beatrice lowered her voice to a whisper.
— No, I just heard you crying yesterday.
Svyat is surprised.
— Who told you that?
Beatrice's face changed to a serious one.
— You...
Svyat scratched his head and wanted to say something, but changed his mind. Beatrice just smiled.
By this time Dorothy had come to the point.
— Well, today we'll need to keep an eye on the theater, maybe a new batch of those cans will be delivered there. Well, in small ways, follow one librarian, sort through the papers and sort them, and the princess is having tea with the minister today. Who takes what?
Beatrice asked.
— And where do you need to watch from?
Dorothy checked the papers.
— From the library itself.
Chise asked enthusiastically.
— Will anyone attack the princess?
Dorothy is insistent.
— No, they just stand nearby and probably don't let strangers in.
Svyat shouted out.
— I'm going to the theater.
— Okay, so Holy goes to the theater, Beato goes to the library, Chise guards the princess, Ange looks after Svyat, but that leaves me... a stack of papers. Dorothy ordered.
Everyone went on their assignments, Ange and Svyat were taken first. On the roof of the building opposite the theater, they were intently watching all the cars around.
Holy asked.
— Well, how long do we have to wait here?
Ange, still looking through the telescope.
— As soon as we don't see cars that, in theory, can outgrow bombs.
The saint is surprised.
—Bombs!? Stop, stop, stop. There was no talk of bombs.
— Why do you think you need to hire people in the theater? To spend them unnoticed in the form of decorations. — Ange explained.
Svyat became serious. And he began to monitor everything that was happening on the street. An hour later, he noticed.
— Will those over there be suitable for bombs? And he started pointing with his pipe at the trucks that had pulled into the garage of the theater.
Ange took out a key ball.
— Quite.
At the theater, Billy loomed over his boss again.
— Well, boss, I came for the sixth load when they already paid.
Carter looked at him.
— I said I'd pay, so I'll pay!
Carter left with the employee who called him.
At this time, Ange and Svyat made their way inside and, going through the floors, found an outlet that resembled a hatch leading to a warehouse. At that moment, Carter and his assistant entered the warehouse. And the latter began to open and show the contents of the boxes. There were six of them in total, and all of them had devices vaguely resembling bombs. The assistant asked.
— Isn't it dangerous to keep them here?
— I don't care, we are paid not for questions, but for safety. — Carter replied.
Billy ran into the room and shouted.
— Boss, there are men shooting!
Carter checked his watch.
— However... Life is more important. Come on, quickly tell the guys to back off!
— Wait, of course... Billy didn't have time to speak as the boss and his assistant ran to the exit, which was on the way to the stage. Passing by the curtain, the assistant walking next to him suddenly disappeared, the boss looked back, but a gun barrel was already stuck in his back. Johnson raised his hands and asked sarcastically.
— Well, who sent you? The kingdom? The Commonwealth?
Svyat who came out of the curtain answered with an accent.
— The flying whale.
Carter looked at the kid in disbelief at first, but then he laughed.
— Oh, I see, it means you're encrypted. Well, decipher it for your boss – you won't hear anything from me alive.
Glory grinned back.
— Hmm... but it is possible.
Suddenly, there was a screech of metal and the floor shook. Ange and Svyat exchanged tense glances. The sound grew louder, and at the same moment, a mechanical dragon tore through the curtain, spewing fire from its mouth. The stage started to burn, Carter took advantage of this and ran to the exit. Ange looked at Glory, they nodded to each other, she threw him a key ball, and she chased after the boss.
Glory turned on the key ball, took out his weapon and prepared for battle. After running away from the fiery streams, he wanted to fly up on the neck of the dragon, but could not catch on and fell. In order not to get caught in another firestorm, the Saint slipped and hid behind the box, a stream of flame went around the box, but did not reach the Saint, hiding himself, shouted.
— F-u-u-u-ck!
At the same moment, Carter ran out of the hall with a pistol in his hands and headed for the main exit, Ange fired twice, but missed. The guards entered the case and blocked the exit. Johnson changed direction, Ange took advantage of this and picked up speed with the help of a hook and knocked John down. She immediately started the flasks with smoke, after which "they disappeared like a trace."
Glory, in turn, was biding his time. He waited for the moment and threw the sickle, the crescent moon spun too hard and missed the dragon, but it was like a boomerang changed its trajectory and hit the back of Billy's head, silencing his laughter with a light sleep.
Svyat didn't waste any time and took off, racing over his neck and torso, he took out the pilot.
John and Billy were tied up. Ange introduced a revolver to John's vest, and Glory just hummed, something along the lines of "Let pedestrians run clumsily through puddles..." Carter wasn't going to say anything, but Ange's shot to the side completely convinced him. After receiving the information, Ange and Svyat left the theater, sending another team there.
After that, Ange and Svyat went to the academy at a slow pace and talked about different things along the way. Suddenly it started to rain a little, Svyat took out an umbrella and opened it over Ange with a smile. She asked.
— Where did you get the umbrella from? You didn't have it in the theater.
The kid suddenly turned the subject around.
— Oh, look, there's a red bus!
Ange just smiled.
After arriving at the academy, Ange went to her room to change her wet clothes, while Svyat went to the science room. When he opened the door, he saw Dorothy and Charlotte hanging a poster with the inscription "happy birthday," but the girls were in a stupor at the sight of the boy.
— So you're decorating, then? Well done, well done, but hurry up, Ange will change her clothes and come soon.
The girls exchanged glances. But Svyat continued.
— Why are you looking like that? Is something wrong? And we got caught in the rain, so it's wet.
Beatrice and Chise came into the room with gifts, and when they saw the Saint, they immediately hid them. The latter left the room altogether.
The kid was at a loss, but Charlotte caught herself and said.
— Well, I guess it's time now. Happy Birthday!
Holy with wonder.
— Me...?
— We looked at the date from that notebook. — Charlotte said with a smile.
Dorothy put a black cap on Svyat.
— That's right.
Chise came in and handed over a strange object wrapped in paper. Holy, unpacked.
—What kind of katana is this?
— It's a kusarigama, a weapon.
Explained to Chise.
Next, Beatrice handed over her gift, it was a remote control with a light bulb and a note next to the button, it said: "Press for light." Svyat pressed the button, the light bulb flashed, releasing a blinding light. The saint, moving away from the flash, saw that a silhouette similar to an angel was approaching him. At the same moment, he felt lips touching and felt something metallic in his hands. Having fully restored his eyesight, he saw Ange standing in front of him and in his hands was an expensive metal flask.
Charlotte told you.
— Please come to the table.
Everyone sat down, when suddenly Charlotte gave Svyat a stack of papers and said.
— And this is a little gift from me.
The saint ran his eyes over and asked what it was, handing the papers to Ange.
— These are the documents for the ownership of the football club.
Everyone looked at Charlotte in shock. Svyat asked.
— Where did you get them from?
Charlotte, sipping tea.
— I bought it. I won't say it was cheap, but it's also inexpensive, and the club isn't in the best shape right now. By the way, the gentleman also wanted to buy it, but I overtook him, however, the club may not bring a puny income. So, use it to your heart's content, or maybe ruin it.
Lawrence and Steve came into the room. The blond man greeted me first and handed over the suitcase. The saint opened it, and there were a dozen jars of honey in the suitcase. Lawrence added.
— And this will come in handy later.
Steve shook hands, gave the kid a new accordion, and said.
— Come on, lizard, play!
The saint took the accordion, thanked everyone present from the bottom of his heart and played "Let them run clumsily..."