Chapter 6: Zahar

Zakhar felt that something had changed in Yulia, her childhood friend stopped closing herself in feelings, sincerely laughed at jokes, and women’s eyes did not hide in sadness.

– Does this coach Albert really have that effect on everyone? – gathering his courage, he asked directly, head-on.

– Albert? Which Albert? Aah ... this one? Julia laughed out loud.

– And I was already worried about you, – the boss laughed in response.

– Don’t worry. You can’t survive with all of them! – do you remember how Uncle Tolya taught us? – school friends hit childhood memories.

Julia handed over the investigation data to Zakhar and shared her guess about the far-reaching plans of the fitness instructor, dazzlingly charming, not without magical abilities, perhaps this is not the first time he uses the naivety of female clients. Just a dirty blackmailer.

Albert, damn attractive on the outside, an ordinary nit on the inside.

So I did the same with Alyona, but I made a mistake.

Zakhar was little touched by mystical things, the man, a former opera man, a cop, a pragmatic practitioner, did not believe to the core in the power of otherworldly forces, but nevertheless he was inspired by great news for Maximov’s client Sergey.

So, not all women are whores and not all men are goats.

The collapse of loneliness

The second meeting with Roman marked the beginning of the end of the torment over the decisions being made.

There was no confusion or confusion in Yulia, only conviction in the correctness of actions, a call to a taxi, and a woman meets the evening in the large hallway of Roma’s apartment.

The magical aroma of dinner wafts from the kitchen, Julia realized from the first meeting that the man cooks incredibly delicious.

In the hall, batteries of bottles of alcohol were lined up on the bar counter, a steak of fried pork was dripping juice on a serving tray on wheels on a large plate, a glance caught a variety of herbs and fruits.

A surprise for Julia, Roma had guests.

Adult lovers. A medical lady dripped a complex of vitamins into men’s veins through the system.

Julia took a closer look at the relationship of Romka’s friends - an aging married man, clearly using a woman, and a young single woman who rented herself out. It looks like the rest of my life.

Although maybe it was love. Julia didn’t know the answer. Lazily philosophizing, the woman went into the kitchen and turned on the TV. Roma’s apartment had two huge screens covering the entire wall.

Soon, after the procedures, the friends gathered back home. The woman’s name was Marcela, Marcy, as her lover called her, unlike her name, she completely lacked French charm, a downtrodden woman with short hair, with a flat freckled face, not disfigured by the presence of intelligence, but helpful to the point of gnashing her teeth.

Carefully adjusting the collar of the capricious lover’s jacket, Marcy, obediently bowing her knees, laced up the men’s shoes.

Aidar’s common-law wife. The first, the second, the third, - an endless list can be replenished with names if a man can afford to keep a harem...

Aidar took Marcela’s love for granted, it turned out that he was a little sick, and the lady of the heart built her world around his convenience. A typical frame is a tyrant and a victim, such couples, on occasion, can briefly switch roles.

Julia could clearly smell the thoughts of strange lovers, the couple, refusing dinner, hurried, there was an obvious spirit of blind fear in the air.

Julia, not being a judge of other people’s relationships, only smiled silently, Roman, after seeing off the guests, gave himself entirely to the service of the passion that had come.

A small amulet doll, a blond angel has been accompanying Julia for decades, and as a sin (or for salvation?), it turned out that the angel fell out of his jacket pocket, scaring Marcela to death, she saw a Voodoo doll in it.

Roman told about this later, but in the presence of Julia, these people did not come to visit anymore.

It became equally funny and sad for a woman, medieval ignorance rules an evil ball, that’s how they usually try to shift responsibility for their own fears and falls onto other people’s shoulders, feigned stupidity is a convenient screen for aggression.

Конечно, Юля не скрывала от Романа, что хорошо знакома с практиками пресловутых магов и магинь. Это сейчас модно, странички соцсетей пестрят рекламными проспектами.

Но Силу напоказ не выставляют.

Of course, Julia did not hide from Roman that she was well acquainted with the practices of the notorious magicians and sorceresses. It’s fashionable now, social media pages are full of advertising brochures.

But they don’t flaunt their Strength.