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The Perfect Match
Sergey Redkin
Увлекательный рассказ на английском языке со ссылками и объяснениями на каждой странице, специально для изучающих английский язык. Разговорные фразы, выражения и полезные слова помогут улучшить навыки понимания английской речи и с пользой провести время за чтением. Драматическая история молодой женщины Лиззи и её необычных приключений в параллельных мирах, начавшаяся в рассказе "As Long as I'm With You", продолжается. После уничтожения человека, который хотел поработить этот мир, Лиззи и её другу Марку дают новое задание, в котором будет использована неизученная сила уникальной крови Лиззи. На их пути встанет незнакомец, у которого к Лиззи будет неожиданное предложение. Какую цену она готова заплатить, чтобы выполнить работу и спасти оба мира?
Sergey Redkin
The Perfect Match
Prologue
He was sitting on the stone floor in the Hall of Prayer with his mind creating the worlds that he was the master of. He was about thirty-five, his head was shaved, and he was wearing a black kimono beneath black robes held shut in the front with a sash[1 - пояс, кушак]. It was quite chilly for August, but his body didn’t feel the cold wind that was getting through the open windows of the ancient[2 - древний] pagoda nor the coldness of the old stones he was sitting on. He could feel that soon he would be able to project his power to the real world around him. The monks in the temple he was in knew better than to disturb him during his meditations. For the past five years, his power was constantly enhancing[3 - усиливать, совершенствовать, увеличивать], and the monks could feel that too.
There were three steps in his process of achieving Control, where he could feel that the power of his thought could make things move and bend[4 - сгибать, покорять] other people’s ability to think and overpower their emotions. Before getting to Control, however, there was Calmness and Detachment[5 - отрешенность, отделение]. He was in the process of getting calm when a bright lightning of a sharp emotion pierced[6 - пронзил] through his mind. He saw the image of his father. He frowned[7 - нахмурился] at this unexpected occurrence[8 - происшествие] and opened his eyes.
“He’s dead,” he whispered.
He sat in silence for another minute. His face relaxed and a smile appeared.
“At last.”
Chapter 1
Back to Business
“Look at the Moon,” Lizzy said, pointing to the bright big blueish[9 - голубоватый. Прим. авт.: окончание -ish смягчает значение прилагательного, добавляя значение «в какой-то степени». Может также использоваться отдельным словом. Например, A: Are you busy? B: Ish.] circle in the sky.
“It looks lonely,” Mark said.
They were sitting outside a country cottage that belonged to Lizzy’s mother, which now belonged to Lizzy. There was no way for her to go back to the apartment she used to share with her late boyfriend. The police were still looking for her in connection with the dead body that her neighbors started to smell and called the authorities to investigate. Her cousin Anastasia, being her closest friend and next of kin[10 - ближайший родственник], put away some of her stuff in storage after the police cleared the crime scene. When Lizzy reached out to Anastasia, it took a lot of effort to convince her cousin that she was fine and not brainwashed by some cult. There was a reason why she could not contact the police just yet. Lizzy could not reveal why she was absent for more than two months either and tried not to see any other friends to avoid interrogation[11 - допрос]. Everything had to be done discreetly[12 - осторожно]. The less people knew that she was back the better.
“It’s not lonely, it has the Earth,” she said and put her head on Mark’s shoulder. “Tonight, it’s called Blue Moon.”
It was a bit chilly outside, and they were wrapped in a quilt[13 - стёганое одеяло] that Lizzy’s mother bought in some mountain village in Thailand where she went with her father, Peter, before they got married.
“Is it always blue here?” he asked.
“It’s actually not blue at all. It’s just a name for the second full moon in a month, I think.”
“How many full moons do you usually get?”
“I think there are twelve, but occasionally you get the 13
. That’s Blue Moon.”
“I don’t think our moons get to be called anything. They’re just moons. Boring. I like your Blue Moon, even though it still looks lonely to me.”
“Tell me more about your world,” she asked, getting cozier by his side.
“I need to learn more about yours to know the differences better, don’t I.”
“True.”
“Will we have time to do that?”
“I hope we will.”
She kissed him on the lips and stood up.
“We have a long day tomorrow,” she said, gave him her hand and pulled him up.
***
The next day they were supposed to meet with their contact person – Peter’s acquaintance[14 - знакомый] – who had promised to introduce them to a group called The Committee. The group that was secretly working on eliminating the threat that was coming from the late Dolion’s supporters. There were three ladies – the group’s leaders – who held high positions in the medical research industry in three different countries. They knew about Lizzy’s role in eradicating[15 - искоренение] Dolion and – most of all – about the unique qualities of her blood. They were eager[16 - жаждали] to meet her. The man – whom they were meeting – called the cottage landline two days ago. Mark was the one who talked to him and agreed on the details for the meeting.
Lizzy woke up early and watched Mark sleeping for a few minutes before jumping in the shower and starting breakfast. He walked in the kitchen – still slumberous[17 - все еще полусонный, сонливый]– while she was making eggs and hugged her from behind.
“Good morning,” he said and kissed her on the neck.
“Hi, sleepyhead[18 - соня].”
“How’d you sleep?”
She had not been sleeping well ever since she was violently introduced to the other world. She did not want to bother Mark with her insomnia[19 - бессонница] and never woke him up. She would silently lay in bed, trying to get rid of[20 - избавиться от]the images of the dead people she knew or didn’t know well but witnessed [21 - стала свидетелем]their deaths. There was one thing that bothered her a bit though. After they came back, among the flashbacks of the past two months, she started to see a person, who stood at a distance looking at her. He was present in almost all her dreams. The image wasn’t clear, just a male silhouette in, what seemed like, a long coat.
“Ok, let’s eat and be on our way[22 - в путь]. What time are we meeting the man?”
“10 AM sharp, so we still have some time.”
She placed the pan with the eggs on a wooden cutting board that was already on the kitchen table, next to a watermelon they had bought at the farmer’s market the day before.
“Could you get the forks, please?” she asked Mark. “I’ll cut Mr. Watermelon here.”
“No plates?”
“Let’s just eat from the pan. It’s faster that way and no need to wash dishes.”
“Practical.”
She sliced the fruit in half. Took one half and sliced it again in two equally big parts. Then she took one of the quarters and cut it quickly into five triangles. Then she put each of the triangles on its side and cut the red flesh out, tossing the green rinds in the waste basket. The pulp triangles were also cut into cubes. She used her knife to scoop up the cubes and throw them into a large blue china bowl. The whole process took two minutes.
“Where did you learn how to do that?” Mark asked, watching the whole process in fascination[23 - с восторгом].
Lizzy smiled. “My mother learned that somewhere in Asia and always cut fruit that way. I guess I picked it up from her.”
“It’s fast,” Mark said and sat down at the table ready to eat.
***
The contact – a short bolding overweight man in his 50s – was waiting for them on the side of the road next to the gas station two kilometers away from the cottage. They walked to the meeting through the forest that Lizzy knew very well. She used to walk here with her mother when she was a little girl. It was a good day for a walk – sunny and warm. They saw him before he spotted them.
“Is that him?” Lizzy asked.
“I think so,” Mark said. “Fits the description.”
“Is there a code word or a sentence that we’re supposed to use to make sure he’s our guy?”
“He told me that we will know us when he sees us.”
“Not much of a spy, isn’t he?”
“Let’s do it then,” he said and took a step out of the forest thicket[24 - чаща].
As soon as they were in the clear, the man acknowledged them with a nod and started to walk to a grey minivan that parked near the gas station’s minimart’s entrance. He opened the driver’s door and the passenger’s door. Then he got in the driver’s seat, closed the door but left the passenger door open.
“I guess that’s our cue[25 - это наш выход (прим. авт.: что-то, что происходит в пьесе и сигнализирует актеру об определенной линии или действии)],” Mark said.
They walked to the van and climbed on the back.
“You’re to follow the instructions,” the man said as soon as they closed the door and gave them a large manila envelope. “There are two passports, the car keys, and some money.”
“We have a car,” Lizzy said.
“Not anymore,” the man said. “Our people are taking it from your cottage as we speak.”
“Why?” Mark asked.
“You’ve been seen driving it and the police has the number license.”
“Where’s our new ride then?”
“You are sitting in it,” the man said and opened his door.
“Wait,” Lizzy said. “Are you leaving? What’s your name?”
“You’re to follow the instructions,” the man said and left the car.
They watched him walking fast across the gas station and getting in a black pick-up truck – parked on the other side – which took off the second the man was in.
“That was some spy work right there,” Lizzy smiled.
Mark looked inside the envelope.
“Well, it’s all in there: the money, the passports, and the car keys.”
“Where are the instructions?”
Mark took out a white sheet of paper and looked at it. “I guess this is it.”
***
When they drove back to the cottage in their new car, their old car was gone. They entered the cottage and found a new laptop on the kitchen table and a brand-new iPhone with a charger.
“It says here that we need to turn on the computer. There will be a link to a Zoom meeting on the desktop,” Mark was reading from the piece of paper.
“Alright,” Lizzy said, opening the device. “We could’ve done it on the phone though.”
The computer screen lit up and they saw an empty desktop with only one folder named The Link.
“That’s foolproof[26 - неспособен ошибиться или быть использован не по назначению (прим. авт.: дословно «защита от дураков»)],” Lizzy said with a smile.
She clicked on the folder and saw a link. She called it up on the screen. The software began to upload the Zoom meeting. The host had already started the meeting, but both his or her camera and microphone were deactivated.
Mark and Lizzy looked at the screen for a minute, waiting for something to happen.
“Are we supposed to do it now?” Lizzy asked, frowning at the screen.
Mark looked in the sheet again. “It just says open your computer and use the link.”
“Hello,” she said to the screen. “Anyone there?”
The host’s window showed that the image had started to upload. Someone was joining the meeting. Finally, the saw a pixelated image of an old black woman in a room with white empty walls. She was saying something, but there was no sound. Mark pointed to the screen, to microphone symbol that was crossed by a red line.
“Your microphone is off,” Lizzy said.
The woman jerked and looked at her screen.
“Oh, my goodness,” they heard her cheery voice. “Is it working now? Can you hear me?”
“Yes, we can,” Lizzy said.
“Good, I’m still getting used to these bells and whistles[27 - привлекательные дополнительные функции],” the lady said smiling. “What happened to the good old face-to-face, right?”
Mark and Lizzy both nodded, agreeing.
“Anyway, Lizzy and Mark how you are kids doing?”
Lizzy and Mark looked at each other. “We’re fine,” Lizzy said.
“Oh, good,” the lady. “My name is Yana and I have a lot to tell you today. So, get comfortable.”
***
Next day, Lizzy woke up early in the morning and was surprised to realize that she actually slept for a few hours. She felt reinvigorated[28 - обновленной], but there was a feeling that she forgot something important. She looked at Mark who was sleeping peacefully at her side and got up.
She decided to do some yoga, something that she hadn’t done since the day her life dramatically changed a couple months ago. It seemed that the body remembered all the asanas to make the brain and the muscles relax. She was doing the exercises in her underwear and felt the sunbeams on her skin. It felt great. After a quick shower, she was sitting in the kitchen with a cup of coffee reading what Yana had sent after the meeting.
It was a file with the name of the people that were connected to Dolion and who were supposed to be actively involved in the virus distribution. According to Yana, they had the virus, its original variant. Dolion called it Potestas Dei (Power of God). It was very surprising to learn about that because Lizzy and Mark were under the impression that they had destroyed the virus.
“It takes many variants to get the one you really want,” Yana told them during the meeting. “Dolion had the final one and that was the one you destroyed. There are still some people who can create a more powerful version and that is why we need to eliminate any trace of it.”
