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Author's notes. I would like to thank Dawn (listed as commentator on volunteers' list) for editing this story. Thank you so much! Warning: a lot of violence in this chapter! *** The engine of the old beaten up Lada was making unstable noises. It sounded like the car was not sure if it should die right now or wait till the next intersection. They came to a few flat buildings standing close together. Built at the end of the 80's, people at the time felt lucky getting a flat in a modern building with good access to downtown. But now the buildings were just old and unkept. And it was easy to see that many of the tenants were not doing too well financially. Oleg asked Sergey to stop as soon as the street door came into the view. He looked intensely, checking the cars parked around us. A big black shiny minivan with dark windows looked very much out of character there. "Do you know why old shitty cars are the best for our work?" Oleg asked the young police officers, and then answered himself. "Because nobody takes you seriously. Drive directly to the door." Oleg put a baseball cap on his head, jumped out of the car as soon as it stopped, and slammed the door forcefully. "I tell you bro, if he is not home, you will be paying me! You said he will pay, I took your word seriously, and now what?" Oleg's gestures, posture and manner of speaking imitated a small-time criminal. And two young officers in plain clothes just followed him. "I will teach you a lesson! You will be paying me with interest!" The three of them came through the door and started to take the stairs. Oleg continued to talk loudly about collecting a debt and swore a lot. Anna's parents flat was on the second floor, but Oleg continuing to the third floor. There was a small window, Oleg stopped there and gestured to the others to be quiet. It was not long before Oleg noticed what he was looking for. "Look, our bodyguard girl is coming!" he said in a hushed voice. Anna walked quickly to the entrance. Only a well-trained eye was able to notice that her left hand was kept a little bit aside. A posture suggesting a concealed weapon under her jacket. Anna came into the building, quickly walked up the stairs to her parents flat. She rang the bell; nothing happened and she rang the bell again; then took out her Makarov pistol before opened the door softly. *** Igor Zaytsev was sitting in an old chair. Such furniture was popular during 80's. Igor was scratching his thin hairless chin with his radio. An old TV was showing a political talk show. Just a few months ago Igor Zaytsev was on a mission in the USA to steal the latest AI development, but failed miserably. When he come back to Russia his father shoutede at him that in the old days he would have been shot for such a failure. Igor didn't care. All he cared about is that he now has to do such low-end jobs compared to operations abroad. He would rather be somewhere in the states than sitting in this old flat smelling of old people's medicine and dust. His radio came alive. "Flat, three men moving your way. Probably local gopniki (small-time criminals)." Igor gestured to another man in the room, a young officer whose name he didn't bother to remember. "You. Go to the door and check it," said Igor and continued to watch the TV show. A few minutes later the young officer returned to report that it was just local gopniki and that they had moved upstairs. Minutes passed and the radio came alive again. "Flat, the target is coming." "Copy that," said Igor and turned to the younger officer. "When she rings, do not open; wait for her to open the door. Hide in the kitchen and then grab her from behind," He switched off the TV and took his pistol from its holster. *** I was sitting on a bench, played with my long hair and looking at the sky. The sky is so beautiful! The vibrant color, the energy. Why I didn't notice it before? If someone had askede me just yesterday what spirituality is, I would answer that it is putting on black clothes and suppressing your desires. But nothing can be more wrong! It is all about being alive, being able to see the beauty of this world, and accepting it as it is. Every moment something is dying, and something is born the same moment. Fyodor died today and Liza was born. I feel that someone is looking at me, but I don't care. Fyodor would be really concerned. What do they think about me? What if they decide that I'm stupid or crazy? But the new me just doesn't care. Why should I? I know I'm beautiful, let them enjoy it while they can. The world is full of energy. I can see and feel it. It is so obvious, why I wasn't able to see it before? Everything is consuming the energy, and everything is radiating it back at the same time. I think, if I concentrate hard enough on it I would be able to understand something important; maybe even be able to see the future. But no, I don't feel like working right now, I'm good. I feel happy and free as never before in my life. I heard a shot in a distance and then another one. Well, it was time for me to go. *** Oleg was peeking through the blinds, watching Anna coming into the flat. "What we are going to do now?" whispered Sergey. His blue eyes getting bigger with excitement. "We wait. You saw how this woman held her weapon? She means business. Let's wait and see how this is going to end, then we interfere." A few second later they heard a noise through the open door, something dropped on the floor. Then a shot, another shot. "Should we go in now? Did they shoot the woman?" "I wouldn't be so sure. Never underestimate a woman, especially a woman protecting her family. Let's wait." Oleg took out his pistol. *** Anna opened the door slowly. The door revealed a short hallway leading to the living room. On the left there was a door to the kitchen and Anna was able to see the light coming through, that meant the door was open. She took a small step inside and then froze listening. The flat was completely silent, but Anna was taught to trust her gut in situations like this. She took a deep breath, weakened her left-hand grip on the pistol and make a fast step forward. Anna's instructor was a veteran of USSR special forces with tons of experience. He often said that it is not enough to be smarter or stronger, or even faster than your enemy. It is ability to lock on the target, trust your gut and be able to act decisively under stress. Anna took a quick step forward, but instead of continuing walking, she swung her right hand with the pistol backward making a spin kick, helping her hand by turning her body, just in time to hit the man's head. The man fell unconscious, and in that split-second Anna turned back toward the living room, both hands back on the pistol. Igor Zaytsev hadn't changed his position. And he showed a disdainful smile when he saw Anna. "Drop your weapon, bitch!" Anna looked at the man sitting in her father's favorite chair. The man was pointing a pistol at her. "Where are my parents?" "I said drop your weapon, bitch!" Anna stepped closer and lowered her gun before pulling the trigger. "ahhhh... my god!!!" Igor screamed in pain, both hands on his injured kneecap. The only child of a highly ranked KGB officer, he never felt anything remotely so painful in his life. Anna kicked away the pistol Igor dropped on the floor. "Fucking whore! Do you know who I am?" "You are the man who abducted my parents. Where are they?" "Go to hell whore! My guys will ..." Anna pulled the trigger second time, shooting his other kneecap. "Where are my parents?" repeated Anna and raised her pistol to point it at Igor's stomach. "Please don't shoot, please, I will tell you! Oh god, don't shoot." "Where are my parents?" The radio on the table came alive. "Flat, we heard two shots. Should we come?" "They are in the black minivan downstairs, there are two officers and the driver. My people will come if I do not answer," Igor said between sobs. "Then tell them that everything is under control but ask them to come up anyway," said Anna and gave the radio to Igor. "Everything is under control, but please come ... we need to carry a body." "Thank you," Anna said before kicking Igor in the head. *** I walked briskly toward the building when two men stepped out of a black minivan and moved to the entrance. It felt like a cold breeze touched me. These people are dangerous. I followed them concentrating on being unnoticed. The men came to the second floor to the open door of the flat. "Wait, something is wrong," said oldest of the two and pulled out his weapon. "Cover me!" The two men went inside moving professionally. I watched in fascination, the energy of the men; their concentration manifested to me as straight lines projected from their eyes and hands. I felt Anna hiding in the living room. And another three men outside the flat. I didn't feel fear. The dangerous determination the men radiated, their energy, everything looked like a whimsical painting and I was staring at it in fascination. But when they came close to the living room I reminded myself that it was time to act. I came forward and placed my hands on the men's backs disturbing the flow of the energy and sending them into a very deep sleep immediately. "Anna?" I called out. "Liza, you came!" said Anna and stepped to the hallway, moving carefully between the sleeping men. We hugged. Hugging has never felt so good to me before. We looked at each other smiling, then hugged again, then kissed each other passionately. "I know where my parents are. Let's go!" said Anna breaking the kiss. "No, wait, there are three more coming." I turned to gesture to the door. It saved me from being shot. The shot sounded out and Anna's side exploded with blood. She made a gasping sound, her eyes become wide, and she slide slowly to the floor. "Die fucking bitch!" screamed Igor Zaytsev and aimed again. He woke up a minute ago and was able to crawl unnoticed to his pistol on the floor. He took his aim again, but then he noticed eyes of the woman, the woman they had been ordered to capture, and were warned to be very careful with. Something bright blurred his vision. Igor blinked few times. He was not able to clear his vision but decided to shoot anyway. He just needed to correct his aim slightly. He moved his hand a little bit, then a little bit more; the aim still didn't feel right and he moved his hand again. I was looking at the man seeing him slowly turning his pistol to his open mouth and pulling the trigger. His brain exploded and parts of it flew to the wall. The blood and the life were oozing quickly out of Anna. I dropped to my knees and tried to warm her up with my hands. Our eyes met and she smiled weakly at me. We both knew that she was going to die. I was able to support her with my energy, but I couldn't stop the blood. Tears flew from my eyes. "Mother Makosha, protector of women, please come and help me!" I plead aloud, words flew from my heart. Something descended on me; something much bigger and much stronger than me. Makosha was looking through my eyes and moving my hands. My hands moved across the wound and the blood stopped flowing. My hand touched Anna's forehead; she relaxed and closed her eyes to sleep. "Move your hands behind your head!" I hear a man's voice and my body turned to face three men pointing their pistols at me. Two of the men dropped their pistols just a split second before falling on the floor. But the oldest guy was still standing. "Your eyes!" I heard my body say. "Let me see!" My body got up, turned away the hand with the pistol and placed one hand on his forehead. *** From his father's site of the family Oleg Simonov was a Cossack. And not just a Cossack, but Cossack by blood. The descendents of legendary Scythians were serving the crown so well, it was decided to create more troops in Cossacks order. In these troops Russians were initiated to be Cossacks. This troops copied the training, clothes, and style of living from the Cossacks. So, when someone claims that his ancestors where Cossacks, most probably his ancestors where just serving as Cossacks, but they were not Cossacks by blood. But Simonov's family was one of the few that were able to trace their origin all the way back to the famous Black Sea warriors. Officially Chechnya was conquered by Russian Empire in the 19th century, but Chechens never stopped fighting against Russian troops. To bring an end to unrest, St. Petersburg decided to put Cossacks in Chechnya. With Cossacks came order. In the beginning of 90's the Russian Empire was long dead. And so was USSR. And gone or assimilated were most of the Cossacks. The chaos and lack of power, which followed the collapse of the USSR, brought all kind of extremists to the surface. Religious extremists, nationalists, and outlaws. Thousands of Russians, Ukrainians, Armenians, Jews, and others were fleeing Chechnya leaving their property behind. Betrayed by Moscow and left to be slaughtered by local extremists, people were robbed, raped, and killed. Everybody was fleeing. Only old people who had nowhere to go, and stubborn Cossacks were still remaining. "This is our house! We are not going anywhere!" said Oleg's father Nikolay Simonov. Stubborn and proud as all males in his family. Nikolay Simonov was well respected and had plenty of friends among the Chechens. When the things started to go south his friends suggested he to outside Chechnya and wait there till the things calmed down. But his answer remaining the same: "I'm not going anywhere!" Oleg remembered his parents were arguing a lot in those days. His father Nikolay suggested that Oleg and his mother Irina flee and stay with relatives in Moscow, but Irina was refusing to go anywhere without Nikolay. The situation was getting worse; more people were killed. Finally, Nikolay agreed to something with his wife because they started to pack . Oleg was outside the house watching as his father checked the oil in the white Volga car, preparing it for a long drive in the morning, when he heard a shot. *** Just a few months ago twenty-seven year old uneducated Ibrahim Dudaev was working as a tractor driver in his village. His life plans included collecting enough money to buy a car one day, and maybe driving the car to Stavropol to see the big city. But now, with his AK rifle and his five friends from the same village, he was a god. He was deciding who is going to live or die. There was a simple rule - avoid crossing others gangs; and then you are free to rob, rape and kill non Chechens. Elders of the village tried to confront him. "Ibrahim, you are killing innocent people! Stop it!" "Allah ordered us to kill infidels! Don't you know it? You allowed pig- eaters to rule our land! I will help to clean it!" The elders who all been fighting alongside Russians in WWII didn't know how to answer. So, Ibrahim continued, drunk on power and blood. He already had one good car, the car that he wouldn't be able to buy in years during normal life. But why not two cars, he thought looking at the white Volga and a blond man standing in front of it. "On your knees, Russian pig!" Ibrahim ordered pointing his riffle to the man's stomach. "Go fuck yourself, sheep lover!" A burst of automatic fire hit Nikolay Simonov in his stomach and he collapsed. "Nikolay!" screamed his wife Irina and ran from the house, only to be met by bullets from the same rifle. She collapsed few steps away from Nikolay. Nikolay raised his head and crawled to his wife. The view of two people covered in blood, still trying to hug each other was too much even for blood drunk Ibrahim's gang. They stayed for another minute or so and then returned to the car and drove away in silence. The seven year old boy stood there frozen, watching his parents dying slowly right in front of him. And as it was getting darker outside, the eyes of the boy were getting darker as well. **** There is still plenty of sunshine during September in Chechnya. But nights are getting cold. His mother was always reminding him to dress warm. But now there was no mother and no home to go inside. Oleg was walking on a side of the road, tired, hungry, and cold. When he heard a car approach him from behind, he made a step to go away, to try and hide as he was doing the last few days, but he felt too tired now, and didn't care anymore. A white Niva stopped alongside him. "Where are you going boy?" Ask the old driver with strong accent. Oleg didn't answer, just stared back at the driver. "Where are your paren..." The driver stopped abruptly seeing the boy's eyes. "I see," said the old man sadly. His old face became darker. "Get into the car, hide behind the seat, and don't make a sound if we stop." The old man put a blanket over the boy and empty cardboard boxes on top of it. The boxes smelled of pears - the old man was selling his fruit in the city. The drive was long; once they stopped and the driver was speaking with someone in Chechen language. Then the car continued. Finally, after what felt like a very long time for Oleg, the car stopped and the door opened. "Go out now, this is Russia," the driver said. The car was standing in front of a big village. "Take this," said the driver giving the boy his hard-earned money. "Hate those who did this to you, but never judge all people!" *** Going through his memories made Oleg shudder. He took a deep breath and opened his eyes. But there was no flat. He was inside a very big wooden building; a brightly-lit room in front of him. Someone is talking and laughing inside the room. Oleg's hands start to shake when he recognized the voices. "Olezhik, come inside!" his mother said turning to him. She looked exactly as he remembered. No, she looked alive. "Mom, dad? But you are dead!" said Oleg with a trembling voice. "Yes, we are. But nothing is completely dead, not in this place anyway. And there is enough of me left to say that I love you. Look at you, how big you've become!" "I'm so proud of you, son! You are strong, a true Cossack!" his father said. "It can't be true!" Oleg said, his entire body shaking. "Olezhik, I'm sorry for leaving you alone so early! But I don't regret anything else. I felt love in my life and that what's counts. Allow yourself to feel love! Come and hug us!" Trembling and shaking Oleg stepped forward extending his arms to hug his parents, only to be engulfed with bright light. He opened his eyes again, but the wooden building was gone; he was in the flat, seating on the floor with his back to the wall. The woman was standing above him. His colleagues were lying on the floor. Oleg took a deep breath trying to clean his thoughts and started to rise from the floor. But then something cought his eye. His pistol was lying on the floor by his side. But then what was in his arm? He raised his hand - a small wooden horse, his favorite toy, carved by his grandfather. *** I was looking at the man. Something strange was happening, his face become a grimace. He was making strange sounds. Finally, I understood that he was trying to smile and cry at the same time. But both activities were very foreign for him. His body just didn't know how to do it anymore. I came close. "Hey, can I help you somehow?" "You already did!" he answered with tears in his eyes. "Are these people dead?" "No, they're just sleeping. They should wake up in few minutes, and they won't remember a thing." "You should go then; the reinforcements could come any minute now." "And what about you?" "For all I know I also don't remember anything," The man's face showed something close to a smile. *** The technicians of the company had already installed the tents and were preparing the equipment; but it was still early and not all of the company had arrived yet. I came unrecognized to one of the tents and entered. "Hi Alex! Where is my dress?" Alex looked puzzled for a moment. "Fyo... Liza is it you? How this possible?" "I don't know. Love is capable of miracles." I turned my back to Alex, undressed myself and put the dress directly on my naked body, adjusting my breasts to fit. I came out of the tent and found Yuri Nikolayevich standing there with two guards. "Where have you been? Are you ready to perform the ritual?" "Not really. I don't feel like dancing today, but we can go to the final part of it right now," I turned my back to Yuri and left swaying my hips a little bit. I came to the biggest tent close to the stage. As I expected, there was a big bed inside. "Is something wrong?" I hear Yuri say behind me. "I don't know, you tell me," I answered, turning to him and taking my dress off. He looked me all over and gulped hard. It didn't take him long to throw away his clothes, grab me and carry me to the bed. It felt good and erotic to be carried this way. His strong body, his energy, his desire; all this was making me horny. He lay me on my back adjusting my position toward him. His big cock is fully erect and he thrust it in me. I expected that my first time might not be easy, but the sharp pain was unbelievable and Yuri just didn't care about my feelings, he was forcing his massive cock all the way inside of me. "Ahhh! Stop it!" I cried pushing hard against him. "What's wrong?" "Let me get on top." He lay on his back, I climbed on him, and tried to take him inside of me slowly. It was still painful, but at least I was in control now, or so I thought until he put his hands on my hips and raised his back to thrust his member painfully deep again. Finally, I found a position that worked. I leaned forward, almost lying on him; this way I was able to control how deep inside of me he was able to come. I was allowing only part of his cock to come inside of me. And it was much less painful. I concentrated on the feeling of being penetrated, the feeling I never knew before, when he grabbed my breasts and bit one of the nipples hard. I yelp and moved my body back instinctively only to be rewarded with a painfully deep thrust again. Yuri was penetrating me enthusiastically, and I was busy not letting him all the way in, and not letting him bite my nipples at the same time. Slowly we come into a rhythm and I started to feel something growing inside of me. I heard myself moan, then again, and the thought that I'm officially a woman now made me come hard despite all the pain and discomfort. I climbed him off. Unfortunately, I needed his semen inside of me to finish the ritual. So, I bent over and took him inside of my mouth. Immediately I felt Yuri's hands on my head, grabbing my hair, pushing me hard, pressing head of his cock against the entrance to my throat. There is no way I'm going to deep throat him. I start to push back and protest with his cock still in my mouth. Finally, he let my head go and I started to slide him in my mouth with both hands on his big member. Back and forth, back, and forth. I was speeding up, hoping that this would help him to come, but he showed no signs of coming any time soon. My jaw started to feel sore. I slowed down and started to suck him; I played with my tongue; I put one hand on his scrotum and squeezed it gently. Nothing works, he remained hard as rock. I looked him at the eyes, thinking what else I could to do to make him come. Eye contact excited him; he grunted and placed his hands on my head again, forcing my head to follow his rhythm. Is this what he likes? I allowed him to have me his way and kept eye contact. He was having my head the way he like it, forcing it go quickly up and down, and I was making sloppy sounds not able to keep up with his speed. He saw my discomfort in my eyes and that was making him even more excited. I started to feel his precum in my mouth. My sore jaw; his unpleasant taste in my mouth and humiliation of being used this way - all of this was making me feel bad, and tears started rolling my cheeks. And that made him go over the edge. With loud grunt he forced my head all the way down and ejaculated. I swallowed all I could and felt the rest of it, together with my saliva, roll down my chin. I pushed his hands away from my head and climbed off the bed. There is no way out of it, I'm woman now and will be a woman for the rest of my life. But I'm trying not to think about it. I found napkins and cleaned my face, neck, and breasts before putting on the dress. "Where are you going? I'm not done with you yet," I heard Yuri say. "Well, I don't care, I'm done with you," I answered, not looking at him. "Hey, you are my woman now, my wife. I'm your husband and you must obey me. This is an ancient law." "If I was your wife then I'm afraid I just divorced you. Popping my cherry was the last magic luck you're getting. Goodbye," I said and turned to leave. "Wait! What do you want?" I stopped and turned to him. "Don't you see? I want freedom and I want to be loved, and not just fucked. You are too possessive." *** The goateed man sat and prayed in silence inside the black minivan. Two younger men dressed in similar fashion were sitting close to him. With a deep breath the man, whose real name was Vladimir Romanov, opened his eyes. "Amen," he said aloud, letting his apprentices know that the prayer is over. "My brothers, we will face a very serious danger today. Yesterday I was checking our archive, and I found that in Russia it is only second case in last 80 years," Vladimir stopped talking and looked into his apprentices' eyes. "But don't be afraid; we did it in the past, and we will do it again. The creature maybe immortal, but the host body is not. It manifested less than 24 hours ago, which means her body still human." Vladimir checked his apprentices' eyes again, seeing they are not afraid. They've been trained for many years and now they were ready, or so they thought. "It is important to separate the head from the body, only then can we be sure that the creature is dead. We have our traditional weapons, but we will try and use modern tools as well. We will start with the psychotronic cannon designed in USSR, let's see what it will do to the creature." *** I was stepping out of tent when I heard Yuri shouting "Stop her!" His two bodyguards turned to me. "Don't touch me." I tried to warn the men, but they stepped forward and tried to grab me. The first man, who was quick enough to grab my hand, fall down screaming in pain. The second man was moving very fast toward me; I stepped aside and helped him to continue moving, sending him flying to the tent's entrance, knocking Yuri off his feet. Yuri was getting back on his feet when I meet his gaze. "I appreciate what you did; your thirst for power helped to create me. But don't try to own me. Annoy me with your claims one more time and I will make you very sorry." I turned my back on Yuri and started to walk. My hips were swaying on their own, and I wondered if my ass had become bigger? It was looking that way and I decided to go to Alex's tent to check myself in his mirror. Suddenly I felt something cold. I stopped and started to look around. Where was the danger coming from? Nothing looked out of ordinary, nothing except a black minivan parked outside the camp. I saw three men dressed in black step out and take out something that looked like a big searchlight. Were they technicians? They didn't looking like they belonged to the company. The three men moved in a hurry, turning the searchlight in my direction and putting on strange helmets. I felt the danger but didn't understood the nature of it. Suddenly something hit me hard. An unbearably loud piercing sound made me stumble and fall to my knees. I put my hands to my ears and closed my eyes tight. The sound was filling my entire being. There was no place for thoughts or feeling, nothing but sound. I tried to open my eyes in an effort to keep sane but saw nothing. After what felt like eternity I started to feel something. I started to feel part of my head. I fell on the ground and now my head was lying on the grass. I felt the earth and its slow pleasant vibration. I concentrated on the earth's vibration, clearing more and more of my head. Then I opened my eyes and inhaled deeply. Thank you, mother Earth! One of the black-dressed men was getting close to me, a big axe in his hands. I saw him step right in front of me and raise the axe. "Are you crazy?" I screamed kicking his legs and knocking him down. "What are you doing?" I screamed again getting on top of him and tore away his helmet. His eyes went blank immediately. Without the protecting helmet, the sound got him. I looked around. I saw a few members of the company lying on the ground, not showing any signs of life. I turned toward the black minivan, just in time to notice one of the remaining two men lean on the van and aim a big rifle at me. He got me in his sights, but I also got him. It must be very painful, judging by how loud he screamed dropping the weapon and grabbing his eyes. The third man didn't react to his fellow's screams, he was busy with the searchlight like device. The loud piercing sound stopped abruptly, only to be replaced with a less painful, but also unpleasant buzzing sound. "Kill the woman in the white dress. Kill the woman in the white dress. Kill the woman in the white dress." The strange voice repeated the message again and again. I saw the first man in black, whose helmet I removed, rise with the same blank face, take his axe from the ground, and start to approach me. And not only him; I saw others from our company rise up from the ground and start to walk toward me. "This is can't be good!" I said and tried to run away. "Hey, zombies are not supposed to run that fast!" I cried to the crowd that followed me. Yuri was one of the fastest. His good health and sport background was letting him get ahead of others. "I told you to not annoy me anymore," I said kicking him in his chest and sending him to the ground, making others stumble over him. I ran toward the black minivan. Whatever device they were using to make people crazy - it had to be destroyed. When I got close to the man and his device, the sound changed again, it sounded even louder than before. The people that were following me dropped to the ground again. Even I was forced to slow down, hardly able to continue. But finally, I managed to reach the device and kicked it hard, sending it flying all the way back to the van. "What the hell are you doing?" I asked the tall man with a goatee; but he didn't answer He held a walking stick in front of him and removed the headpiece. A bright blue light came into my vision and I fell to the ground, suddenly losing all my strength. It was like all my muscles disappeared and I dropped to the ground like a rag doll. Even breathing was hard. The man was saying strange words and stepped close to me. I was trying to say "Why?" but only a soft moan come out of my mouth. The goateed man swung his stick and hit me hard right in the head. I saw bright blue sparks in my eyes, I felt pain. The man repeated the words again and swung his stick again to hit me even harder this time. "Brother Georgy, come to me and bring the axe!" I heard the man crying. Blood was running down my face. I was praying silently, "Mother Makosha, come and save your daughter!" But she didn't come. Somewhere in the distance I heard a voice saying, "You have to break the crystal! I can't help you when the crystal is around!" I saw the first man, still looking like he is under influence of the device, come with the axe and stand there motionless. The goateed man put down the stick, grabbed the axe and raised it. "Drop the weapon!" The man hesitated for a second before trying to swing the axe. A shot rang out and the man dropped to the ground crying. "Why do men never listen to me?" said Anna. The goateed man fell across the stick and I started to feel better. I turned my head to Anna and smiled weakly. "Liza, are you ok?" I heard Anna asked, but was too weak to answer. "What's wrong with you?" She asked again. "B..br...break," I managed to utter and pointed to the stick. Anna grabbed the stick and scooped it from under the man. She hit it hard with the axe again and again. The crystal burst into small pieces. I rose quickly from the ground, feeling all my strength coming back to me; the bleeding stopped and the wounds already healing. I hugged and kissed Anna. And I heard Makosha somewhere close to me. "What should we do with the enemy?" "I don't like killing. Can we teach them a lesson and keep them alive?" "Hmmm ... I understand you child. Perhaps there is a way to teach them a lesson." *** The smartphone was activated and it was time to report, but no sound came from Russia. "Brother Vladimir, are you there? We are getting a strange reading from you." There was a silence for a minute when another voice started to talk. "This is grandmaster Eliot speaking. Brother Vladimir, are you present?" "Ehhhh ... I'm present, but you have to start calling me sister," said the tall sloppily dressed woman. The woman looked uncertain, her eyes fixed on the last of her former goatee falling off onto her porn-star sized breasts. *** Dear Reader, please don't forget to leave a review!