Magic Farmer Dara - 2nd Edition 77 First House, First Fear

"It's a pity it would be cool to find out how this house lives and who is cool there, it would be possible to covertly control consciousness, eh, it wasn't received." Dara pressed his lips together, and his eyes gathered in a handful.

"Well, what happens" Dara looked around, his eyes for some reason began to water.

"What is it with me"? Thought Dara.

Baraz was more gathered, "Do not drift Dara, get ready, you need to appear before your neighbors, peppy, confident, with a smile, and not sleepy, get together!"

Dara, as he could have gathered ... the door was a complicated, forged lattice, but in the form of intertwined branches of a vineyard, with large and small cl.u.s.ters. They were colored, green and red. On the beautiful leaves, miniature fairies sat. The outlines of an ornate stained gla.s.s window showed through a stacked grate. It was presented in the image of a mysterious and magical forest. A video camera was looking directly at Dara and Baraz from the call, and powerful Super HD resolution video cameras were also aimed at them on the sides of the walls!

The rumble of a bell rang out for a long time in the yard, a minute later came the long and terrible barking of three dogs.

"Hey Baraz, I'm going home, I have a kinophobia," Dara said in a bad voice and began to back away from the still closed door.

"What kind of man are you? Dogs got scared? Yes, I have such bare hands ..." Baraz began to say.

Suddenly, a laughter rang out in the intercom, and then a choking voice, a female voice "Ahahahahhahaha, you're afraid we don't have any dogs, it's all a safety system, I'll go out now, it's you Dara, just like he was a coward, he's killed, to tears. I've been watching you for about three minutes "!

The gate opened, in a luxurious cashmere shawl, there was a tall and stately woman, with a little gray hair on tar black hair. With a well-preserved figure, the hair was laid in a fashionable square, the skin and nails were groomed. On their feet were cinnamon slippers studded with fur. In her teeth she held a kisser of centimeters at 35-40 and puffed like a powder.

Behind her stood two "closets" bodyguards, servants, laborers, watchmen, drivers, gardeners, in short handymen. From the open gate, one could see on the stairs a standing butler or a majardome of a three-story mansion.

Dara and Baraz looked at it all with their mouths open, their eyes were glazed and b.u.t.terflies were buzzing in their heads or bees were buzzing ... they had a mental stupor.

The woman smiled when she saw the reaction of the couple who so funny stood near the trolley with packages in their hands. She snapped the thumb and middle finger in front of their faces, two to three times.

Only then did they come to their senses. Even the seasoned, experienced operative Baraz, was struck by the luxuries of the house. Dara remembered that in front of them was the wife of the academician of the second empire, laureate of state awards, honored worker of science. And she herself was from one of the oldest clans in Small An. Her clan was from merchants, which is interesting, when wealthy people were investigated during the second empire, her clan was not injured, and even advanced along the political line.

It was AzaKhanum, a very influential woman in the city, and not only in the city but also in the two countries, Small-An and Big-An. For advice, the big and powerful people of this world came to her. She was a matriarch and among the urban clans she had the unspoken t.i.tle "Doyen" (fr. Doyen - foreman, elder).

"d.a.m.n, if I knew whom we were calling, I would never have knocked on these doors," came Dara's belated thought, and Baraz, who was standing with a white face nearby, seemed also not happy about this meeting.
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He knew for sure that this house was being monitored around the clock by the outdoor surveillance service, affectionately referred to as the "Mouse - Outdoor" in the police environment.

Baraz probably also knew that now their names would fall into the journal of visits to this sultry and beautiful woman. And she was already ... but decent people, gentlemen, as Baraz considered himself, did not divulge such sweet secrets.

"Hey, Dara, what have you brought, you're still such a coward, albeit a student!" said imperiously but in a pleasant tone AzaKhanum.

"Do not stand in the doorway, come in, there is no truth at the feet, let's drink some tea, and you will tell Dara how and what you live for?"

"d.a.m.n it!" It flashed simultaneously in the heads of Baraz and Dara.

"You won't go, you'll be offended, then you'll always go on the black list, who the h.e.l.l will take a job, you'll go somewhere ..." Baraz did not know by hearsay, and La Dara apparently fell out too. His fingers began to tremble, he shook his head. Baraz's mouth was dry.

ArzaKhanum enjoyed the reaction, and then she laughed the oar and said, "Don't be afraid, I won't eat you, really guys?" The guys standing nearby only smiled bloodthirstily. And Mazhard Behruz, only smiled cheerfully and made a proclaiming gesture.

Nowhere to go, I had to go.

Baraz was silent, because he knew for sure that their conversation would be recorded. And talking with big people is dangerous, very dangerous. They may something unpleasant and the end of a career and social life.

And Dara ... he had a steady sensual just run. But he could not escape. Therefore, smiling stupidly, Dara simply began to say what came to his mind.

"Here is an aunt, we were in the mountains, bought dry fruits for the store, they are selected, they brought you, neighbors, to treat you."