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«This is a head of my sworn enemy,» Blaise brought him a box, a narrow, similar to the coffin for the animal. It was able to hoist on the table only with an unpleasant deaf knock. The lid moved easily. Mario already expected to see inside something terrible and decomposing, but he was mistaken. In the box was resting only a marble head. Cut off, but marble.

«Are you kidding?»

Blaise shook her head with a serious look. Although everything looked as a joke. When the head of the mafia clan requires the head of his worst enemies from each member of the community, it is not fully included in the tradition, but everyone hurries to fumble, probably a little damaged by the mind of the old-age mafios, and everyone is damped along a sliced piece of dead bloody flesh. Mario has already managed to get in elegant gift boxes the heads of police officers, judges, gangsters, opponents from hostile clans. Everyone tried to please him. Even those whom he still did not really appreciate, dragged the priceless gifts that are now rotting under the festive packaging. Only the one who he appreciated above all, Blaise, suddenly first late for the meeting and dragged him a thing that was more like a joke. Why didn’t she cope with the task? Already she managed to kill all your enemies one after another? She knew it! To kill and disappear! No killer, no sniper could compare with her. That is why she was accepted here. She was indispensable. And here she led him up. He didn’t expect this at all from her. From others. Competition in the production of goals was just a check for all but not for her.

Mario still tried to maintain composure, even though a gift in the box shocked him. From the marble head, lying there, such a coldness came as if it was removed from the monument in the cemetery. Only the grave land in the box was lacked for completeness of the picture.

«You did not appear on the general meeting,» he said without reproach, only voiced the fact. Blaise was impossible never and nothing to reproach, because in front of her he wanted to bow down, as before any ancient deity or a royal princess. He was the ieader here, but he did not leave the feeling that they all still exist only because the Blaise allows it them. It is worth it only to want, and some demonic strength that woken in it will help her to give them all as insects. Yes, their organization balances on the verge of eternal risk; On the one hand, the law, on the other clan of rivals, and even rivals inside. By the way, the rivals inside are the most and worth worrying. They are near, so they are the most dangerous. It was because of them that he arranged a competion, for which everyone should bring the most valuable thing, which can only get the head of his sworn enemy.

Who would have thought that Blaise the enemy would be so unusual! Or she deliberately mocks him, making it clear that she had no enemies left from flesh and blood, with whom she would not have time to cope.

Why did she just joined their clan? Her help was invaluable. But she did not need the defense of the clan at all. Blaise preferred to do everything alone. She was not equal. In fact, it is one more valuable than a whole organization.

He remembered that he was already pretty old, and Blaise is young, active and full of strength. She can take his place if she wants at any time. Everyone will have to take it, because it is impossible to overcome her. She can right now bring the trigger to his temple. He can plunge into a glass with an expensive brandy a pinch of a poisonous powder. For some reason he was sure that the poison did not work on Blaise. Some forces will immediately stand on her side. The beauty killed, then she went to pray to someone abandoned crypt, in which probably there was a chapel. And so in a circle: kill then pray, pray, and then kill. Blaise had a clear routine. But prayers first. He never even asked whom she precisely prayed in that crypt. It is clearly not one of those gods that are honored in churches. Neither Christ, nor Buddha, nor Allah… Blaise said something about seven marble angels, which as far as he understood, did not belong to Christian civilization.

«The fact that you brought more like an attribute for a sinic joke,» he said, having made an effort on himself. Under the insightful look of blue eyes Blaise, he felt like a rabbit next to cobra. While she gives him to live, but a moment will be held, and suddenly it will be painful. Mario tried to distract from a feeling of anxiety, looking at her pale skin and blond hair collected in a long horse tail. What is still a surprisingly beautiful combination – blonde hair and bright blue eyes. It seems before they were blue, and Blaise hardly used the color lenses.

«Do you think I’m missed, since I put such a stupid condition to everyone?»

«Which? Finding, track down, lure to the trap and specifically beheaded, and not just kill, your worst enemy, even if this enemy for some reason can be dear to you?»

«Bring me his head separated from the body,» he suggested.

«What’s stupid in this? Who did not dream of keeping his enemy’s chopped head in his hands?»

«You talk about it so…»

«As if I am not a woman?»

Mario nodded.

«What woman could do what I do for you?»

These are some kind of puzzle. Blaise loved to speak in riddles, but she performed her part of the work perfectly, so no problems have ever arise with her. Only he has a feeling that they were about to arise.

«There is a demon in you.»

A beautiful girl like her on such a definition would be offended, but Blaise only smiled crookedly.

«It is possible that it is.»

«But you pray like each of us, and what’s the difference that you bring prayers not Jesus Christ.»

«Prayers are different,» she began to correct. «Sometimes you even pray only that God gives you the opportunity to kill once again. My prayers about much more serious things.»

«What about, for example?»

«About such, for example, as to bring the apocalypse.»

Yes, she is really crazy!

«Why?»

«Ask him!» She nodded on a box with a severed head.

«Blaise! Even if he was a man, after such a cut on his neck, he would have been dead. And the corpses, as everyone knows, do not say,» Mario did not notice himself, as he began to talk to the mentoring tone of a psychiatry specialist, stumbled upon a particularly difficult patient.

«Only in the Middle Ages believed that dead bodies are bleeding, barely the murderer entered the court, and the chopped heads reveal the lips to call the name of their murderer or tell some secrets.»

«I have a somewhat different experience in this business,» she sharply clicked with a butt of some weapon, which managed to carry past protection posts. The shot was muffled, and some disgusting look, the gray animal was already pierced on the floor in a puddle of its own blood. Well well! Blaise managed to shoot the rat, which he did not even notice. It is necessary to finish those who traveled rodents here. Their packets with poison did not help, and the girl coped with one sight. It is only strange that his bodyguards did not come running on the roar of the shot. And even more suspicious that Blaise did not bother to apply the muffler. Apparently, she considered herself here the second leader, and worse what his people began to consider the same.

«You probably guessed what kind of purpose I am pursuing, ordering you such trophies. You are smart. I would never have thought that I would say such a woman, but you are extremely smart. Much smarter than all my male relatives, already pretending how to share my power. Although I’m not going to die yet.

«Therefore, someone can help you to navigate faster. Such a person instead of looking for somewhere far from his enemy would cut off and brought your head to the meeting, would demonstrate a trophy as proof that he is worthy to be your successor. You wanted to identify such a person, and you gave a task with a special purpose. Before the meeting, such a person came to kill you, because it would consider you to be your main obstacle, that is, the enemy. Other heads he would not seek.

«I’m sorry, but under suspicion you are now. With your unsuccessful joke,» he nodded on a box with a trophy more like a white fragment. In essence, only a fragment is and was. Where is the sculpture? Already buried in the grave with the mark «Predecessor Mario»? Or is it waiting for hours at the door like a ghost to enter and kill? What thought? Blaises thought was even more mystical.

«This is not a joke,» she did not even flinch in response to charges. «This is, in fact, the head of the one I hate the most. He destroyed my life.»

«And how? He did not answer your prayers? Whether you are from the Orthodox confession, now with the same success would have taken off the heads from images on icons.»

Blaise did not appreciate his jokes. Probably because she has never seen an icon in her life. And here he has several stolen museum icons in precious dresses, and now he was thinking about to resell them into private collections. Maybe for the head in the box there will be a worthy buyer. Even with glance, he will be discovered that the head has a more beautiful face than Michelangelo or Cannov’s works. It is a pity that it is not even a bust, and that there is no statue. Otherwise, the price could be raised until the transcendental heights. Maybe Blaise knows where the statue is, then it can be fixed. He thought only about the benefit. Blaise kept behind the weapon as if she was waiting for some fall, but not from Mario, but from the marble in the box.

«This is my main enemy,» she repeated clearly with an obvious desire to emphasize the significance of what she brought. «Main from seven.»

«That is, you have their seven. And you managed to get only one?» He already told as she. As the girl allowed him to involve himself in her games. This is either a fun of young hooligans, or focuses of a crazy, or a thinly thoughtful game, so that you are crazy about it yourself.

«It’s not so simple,» Blaise objected quite seriously. «Sometimes the lives of the whole clan is not enough for this.»

«To take the cutters and smash in smithereena something inanimate,» if her entire famous family did not cope with this, then it’s not surprising why they were killed.

«To catch something evil in a trap, but divine.»

He was afraid of how her eyes were obsessed, exactly two piece of ice, but spoke out loud:

«This is a sculpture head.»

«Setius,» she could even call sculpture by name. Who would have thought that the statues could have names like family members or some pets. Only a crazy family members Rosier could have begun to be able to call sculpturs by name. And Blaise is the last of the family, she honors traditions. Only Mario did not even immediately understand that by name she calls a statue. It was too striking.

«His name is Setius,» she repeated, nodding to the box. «He is the main one.»

His name is! In the present time, usually about the dead speak in the past. Has she still considered this head alive?

«These are just the statues that some madman gave terrible angelic names. Even if we assume that all the legends about your family is true, Blaise…» he suddenly stopped. He remembered those rumors about Rosier. «It’s just a sculpture,» he repeated stubbornly.

«Will you ever remaine with these sculptures alone, indoors in a closed room. All night.»

How slyly sparkled her eyes.

«Do you want to lure me into trap?»

«I want to bet with you: one night in my family crypt. You will spend it there, make sure they do not live and do not move. And then I will believe you. And you believe yourself.»

How she knew that he hesitated.

– I myself take care of the fact that no one has taken all night next to the crypt. Or take with you bodyguards. Let them check: if anyone is hiding behind the tombs, and they themselves still stand at the door. It will be an amazing night.»

«You’re crazy! Good insane!»

«But you would like to check how far my madness extends and where it began.»

«From night, when they killed your whole family. The killers were well prepared, but you managed to somehow arrange a fire and escape.»

«The statues at the same time were present.»

«Stop talking about them, as a living person,» it began to annoy him. «And stop calling them on the names like friends.»

She did not call all seven names, but in his head they sounded as a chorus.

«They carry these names for centuries. The names of the annals of the Bible or some kind of apocrif, but they cannot be called friends. From such friends a harm is more than from enemies.

She clicked the box with a lid, closing the head and its empty marble look, but Mario for some reason shifted the lid again. An inexpressive face suddenly seemed surprisingly evil. The head, though it was limp in a box, but it seemed that the owner of the situation in this office was it.

Blaise, sitting in a chair on the contrary, with enthusiasm waited for an answer.

«A bet?» she repeated. «And you will prove to me that I argued all this time – my courage.» Having spent one night with them, you will prove that you are more resistant than me.»

Why should he argue with her, prove something? Yes, because he became curious. Too many legends are associated with a crypt of Rosier. Including myths about great treasures in the crypt.

«Blaise! What happened in the night when your family died? How exactly did you save?»

«Ask them,» she meant, of course, the statues in the crypt,» and if they don’t answer you in the night, I will answer the next morning.»

«This is already a good condition for betting. I will at least get something if I win. What do you get?»

«A phenomenon!»

He was inquiring his eyebrows. What does it mean?

«I will get the first person on the earth, which was able to resist them.»

It is curious and difficult to bet with insane. Mario sighed heavily. Why does marble eyes have such a sly expression? This is a game of desk lamp. The light, concealed by lampshade, can create a variety of illusions.

«I still doubt,» he muttered. More for yourself than for her. It is always dangerous to argue on betting with crazy. They do not want, but will bring disaster. But something likely an alcohol, influenced the mind, and the deal suddenly began to appear very seductive.

«But I love to argue to bet with madness,» Blaise again read about what he thought. «That is why I always defeat.»