Project Ouroboros

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Authors: Kseniya Makovetskaya
felt so lonely as only a love-lorn person could feel.
     
    Tekhina was sitting at her desk, bent over the drawings as low as possible and recorded the numbers of cells. She would not notice that someone came in, if Dingir didn't greet El’Athar.
    — How's our Lamashtu? — asked the agent.
    — We released them, — said the young man, shrugging.
    — Really? Why?
    — Their presence is no longer needed — said Tekhina dryly, appending numbers at the bottom of the drawings. — I'm almost done.
    — For your sake, I had to buy a new suit — El’Athar thought that a light grey plaid suit was not what he wanted to put on, but there was no choice: in order not to attract too much attention until it got better he couldn't wear anything dark. You never know, if somebody wants to get five hundred denarii for the tip — it's still a lot of money.
    — For the sake of the theater I had to buy a dress — Tekhina began to fold rolls and put them on the table.
    — And you, Dingir how are you going to spend the evening? — El’Athar sat down on an empty chair waiting for a companion.
    — I'm going to buy some food for Aleph and Tharsis.
    — Oh, really? Humanitarian help to street children?
    — They are now living in a hotel. Paying for everything themselves: Aleph often plays this strange thing and Tharsis cleans up at the restaurant. So it's not so bad.
    — Then why buy products? — Special Agent was surprised.
    — I am going to visit them. I can't do it with empty hands, and the fridge was as bare as Mother Hubbard's cupboard. Aleph, however, does not eat anything other than apples, but Tharsis devours for both of them. And I promised to buy them some beer. Good guys, and we must keep abreast of the changes. They may even need us.
    — Come on, — joined their conversation Tekhina, which has already changed.
    — He does not have time for friends because of work — she said to El’Athar — and there is such joy — communication with someone else, besides the unbearable and the evil boss, and in the interests of business.
    El’Athar smiled, these two, it turns out, found a common language. He thought it would be good to learn from Dingir how he did it.
    But aloud agent said something quite different:
    — If you will need some help with Lamashtu, I'm ready. Well, to buy food, or shelter them  and so on.
    — Looks like you're imbued with these two? — Tekhina turned the computer off, making it clear that she was ready to go. — Maybe we had to call them to the theater?
    — I'll think about it — El’Athar opened the door for the lady and followed her out. — See you, Dingir! If anything happens make them move to me! I love beer! too
    The agent looked at his companion. Ah, an attractive woman in a beautiful dress, well, what else is necessary for happiness? That a pair of corpses of unreliable agents: to his regret, El’Athar did not have time to get rid of anyone who might recognize him.
    The door shut behind them.
     
     

Chapter 10
     
    The theater was stuffy and noisy. Some people from the audience were discussing actors outfits, some argued that the movie was more interesting, and someone had come up with the stupid idea to pour the whole bottle of perfume from the latest collection of local fashion house "Ishtar" at themselves.
    Neither the theater nor his companion interested El’Athar, only his suit that restricted movements irritated slightly. El’Athar was just doing his job. Typically, indirect indications of his management agent understood his own way, interpreting them as it felt better for him. But now, in a theater, watching this shoddy performance, he regretted his rash decision to "watch" Dr Ami by inviting her on a date. El’Athar didn't know what irritated him more: the fact that she was completely uninteresting, this beautiful woman, or that one could find a solution to this burdensome task. Besides, Tekhina, apparently, didn't quite understand why she agreed to the invitation. At

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