Winners ofВ Evil
Oleg Agafonov
Evil wants to seize power over the entire universe, exterminate its diversity in order tocreate a single world of Darkness. The boundaries between the human world andits parallel worlds begin to blur. An ancient manuscript reveals the secret ofhow to end the Darkness. Cardiac surgeon, agronomist, fairy, vampire knight atthe head of the combined team of resistance forces. Brutal attacks of darkforces. Finally, the cure is ready! Battles and chases in different worlds.Antizlobin should work!
Winners ofВ Evil
Oleg Agafonov
Translator Ishumael Muchanyu
© Oleg Agafonov, 2023
© Ishumael Muchanyu, translation, 2023
ISBNВ 978-5-0059-5519-7
Created with Ridero smart publishing system
Foreword
Why is the topic ofВ confrontation between Good and Evil so exciting for all smart and thinking people? What happens if Evil finally wins?
The question ofВ the struggle ofВ these two antipodes affects each one ofВ us. What will these two contradictory concepts bring toВ us, as people?
Good: increase in Love, purification of the soul, harmonious development of the individual and society, flourishing of creativity and achievements, work for pleasure with a decent income, happy families, cheerful healthy children, abundance and variety of environmentally friendly cheap products, care for nature, population growth, peacetime…
Anger: leads toВ the weakening ofВ Love, soils souls, total inhibition ofВ development, hard and joyless work for aВ penny, vices and crimes multiply, indifference ofВ rulers toВ the people and reciprocal hatred, divorces inВ families, unhappy children, famine, devastation, environmental disasters, wars are unleashed.
If Evil wins, then development and all positive experience will be nullified, extinction due to hunger, disease and wars will accelerate, the death of the whole world of Humans is possible, but probably not only it…
Therefore, for survival, aВ conscious choice ofВ the side ofВ Good is necessary, as well as an active struggle and the unification ofВ all forces against Evil.
One of the stories about this struggle could go something like this…
Darkness permeates the Earth
XX century (nineties). On one ofВ the seemingly ordinary nights (inВ the northern hemisphere ofВ our planet), ordinary rain fell on aВ large territory, ordinary lightning flashed, ordinary thunder rumbled.
But at the some point, such aВ gigantic lightning flashed that it illuminated many countries. And hit the tall buildings ofВ governments, ministries, banks, law enforcement and military departments. And inВ the morning ofВ the next day, early visitors toВ the institutions were surprised byВ the appearance ofВ aВ strange dirty gray fog that crawled along the walls ofВ the buildings and went into the sewers through the cracks ofВ closed manholes.
No one guessed that the unusual substance brought the primordial Evil into this world, and inВ addition, it was saturated with the toxic bureaucratic aura, unrighteous ideas, thoughts and deeds. And having also absorbed the miasma ofВ sewage and having reached the treatment facilities, it evaporated and condensed into aВ nightmarish black cloud.
Since then, the situation inВ the Human World has deteriorated much: the climate has changed dramatically, there have been more prolonged rains, floods, tsunamis, the heat has intensified inВ the deserts; the number ofВ various accidents, catastrophes, epidemics has increased; sowing crop seeds, as well as growing and harvesting crops became aВ big problem, famine intensified inВ poor areas, mortality increased, many wars brokeВ out.
But not having time toВ completely conquer the world ofВ people, Darkness decided toВ capture the Magic world parallel toВ it, or the world ofВ Miracles, inВ which people for the most part did not believe, and also toВ subjugate the entire universe.
The fact that this needs to be stopped somehow was understood by many representatives of both worlds, but in the Magic, some knew how…
The appearance ofВ Galina. An invitation toВ aВ newВ life
Just yesterday IВ was aВ respected person, aВ cardiac surgeon, already with some experience (almost aВ hundred heart operations!), although not even thirty years old. There was aВ job inВ aВ large medical center, and now IВ am nobody and IВ have nothing, except for the tools bought with my own money, which IВ naturally took after the scandalous dismissal. IВ have aВ special reverence for the device for conducting aВ biopsy ofВ the heart, i.e. inВ other words, with its help, microscopic pieces are plucked from the heart for analysis.
And it all started with the sudden nitpicking of the head of the department (ugly handwriting, sleepy appearance, etc.). The last straw was his demand to bring the completed patient’s medical history ten minutes after the end of the operation (the fifth operation in that day!). This is when I could no longer stand on my feet. Then she told him everything, including about her niece, a graduate of a medical university, whom he tried to put in my place. And then, throwing a letter of resignation to him on the table, she crushed the paper with a vase of flowers, which fell apart and flooded everything with water…
And so, from the morning ofВ aВ new day, IВ am standing inВ aВ small square ofВ aВ small town with several bags, ofВ which one stands out inВ particular: aВ hefty one, with red and blue small squares on narrow strips ofВ polypropylene intertwined along and across, inВ such В«sumarsВ» bazaar traders carry goods toВ sale.
There is no bus yet, IВ was going toВ go inВ an unknown direction, away from aВ bleak and boring life, while relaxingly inspecting the square and therefore В«missedВ» when and where my bags disappeared. Seeing that some nimble old woman with aВ sly expression on her face was trying toВ slip into aВ small shop behind my back, it became clear toВ me that the grandmother was aВ witness or even involved inВ the theft ofВ my things.
«Where is my goodness?» – I quickly asked, after grabbing her by the sleeve of an old colorful blouse. The grandmother did not answer, she only stared at me with her black frightened eyes. «She has nothing to do with it,» – suddenly declared a short, fair-haired, pretty woman in a beautiful beige dress and an original hat to match the dress, suddenly appearing to my right. «This is done so that you do not cling to the old life, but more easily accept the new one.» – «What kind of new life are you talking about?» I asked, taken aback. «Come with me to this store, you will understand everything yourself,» she replied. We went down five steps and entered a small cozy establishment. Immediately, the owner himself came out to meet us from the inner door, a short, bald, dwarf-like elderly man in a white short-sleeved shirt, tie and worn glasses. At the same time, the lady whom I accompanied began to speak some kind of rubbish, remembering deep antiquity, gratitude for someone saved and coffins. The edge of one of them was visible in the gap of the open door. «Funeral agency,» – I thought. And then she completely stunned me when she told the owner of the store that we should cure a vampire lying across. «Across what is lying, and why is he lying like that, and is he really a vampire?» I wanted to ask many more questions to this strange woman, but she suddenly disappeared from the room. And then her voice was heard already outside the store: «Well, why are you standing there, you have to start a new life!»
Oleg – is a lover of miracles and adventures
Since IВ am far from being an oligarch inВ terms ofВ my financial condition, IВ am always looking for an honest way toВ earn some more money, inВ addition toВ my very average official salary (especially now, when it has been delayed on our collective farm for almost two years). Living inВ Russia inВ the Kuban, having the position ofВ an agronomist, aВ higher agronomic education and an itch for creativity, IВ prefer toВ find aВ part-time job or grow something than toВ steal from the farm or suck up toВ the authorities inВ the hope ofВ getting opportunities for high and free money.
And then one Sunday, having bought inВ the city on the market two dozen substrate blocks ofВ oyster mushrooms, IВ (more precisely, IВ knew me with aВ load byВ car), delivered them toВ aВ farm, fifty kilometers from the city, where IВ inexpensively bought aВ dilapidated old hut, inВ the hope ofВ growing them mushrooms and try yourself as aВ mushroom businessman.
Meticulously inspecting all the sheds in the yard of my wretched household in search of the most suitable premises, I decided at the same time to examine the long-uninhabited hut-kitchen. Suddenly, behind the stove, under an old piece of «oilcloth» tablecloth, warped from the heat and faded from time to time, a door was found on the wall, the existence of which perhaps even its last owners did not know. Now I was wondering what could possibly be behind this door, and not just the possibility of growing mushrooms in that room. Having cleared the entrance and finally opened this door, I saw behind it not just some kind of room, but a rather long corridor leading somewhere into the distance. After walking a little along this corridor, it quickly became clear that it incredibly extends beyond not only this small kitchen, but even possibly beyond the far boundaries of the field that begins immediately outside my yard. The corridor was bright, although the light bulbs were not visible, at least three meters wide, with a good ventilation system, which was felt by the movement of air. Here, it was definitely possible to put not even hundreds, but whole thousands of bags of mushrooms, but I still wanted to explore the entire corridor to the end. It wasn’t completely straight either, I encountered a few turns.
Behind one ofВ them, IВ literally ran into two small gnomes barely over one meter tall. InВ all other respects, there was aВ resemblance toВ the German warriors ofВ the Middle Ages. They pulled out aВ small chest ofВ forged iron plates from the corner ofВ the corridor, counted and divided the gold coins contained inВ it. The coins were old and dull, very thin, flat and unusually square inВ shape, with small notches along the edges. Perhaps these were elements ofВ aВ special golden chain mail.
OfВ course, IВ was very surprised at everything IВ saw, but without showing any sign and smiling, IВ asked the gnomes toВ give me one gold coin. The gnomes were somewhat confused, but IВ asked them toВ take their time and think about my request, saying that IВ wanted toВ explore the corridor toВ the end, and IВ would find out their answer on the way back.
Leaving the dwarves alone with their treasure and my request, I moved on down the corridor. After a rather long time, I nevertheless reached its end, and opening the door, I stopped amazed. Outside the door was early evening, a narrow strip of green grass and… the ocean. The evening warm ocean splashed softly ten paces away from me. Somewhere not very far away, the lights of a huge city shone on the shore, Indian music sounded, a lone elephant burst and trumpeted through the jungle. And then the thought came to me: «What is this India? I walked to India! It cannot be! It is incredible! Blimey!»
Not far away, no more than aВ hundred meters away, one could see aВ small but very beautiful Indian temple, already almost captured and hidden byВ the jungle. IВ really wanted toВ see it, but IВ decided toВ wait until morning so as not toВ fall somewhere. IВ decided toВ spend the night inВ aВ hammock, which was found right behind the door, on the right inВ aВ corner twisted and hung on hooks from the ceiling. В«It looks like this exit was once guarded, and the watchman inВ IВ was dozing on it,В» IВ barely had time toВ think, sitting inВ aВ hammock and almost immediately falling into the deepest sleep ofВ my life.
Waking up from the chirping of some birds, I realized that morning had already come. Shivering from the morning chill, he quickly twisted the hammock and hung it from the ceiling just as it hung yesterday. As he headed for the door to go to the temple, he nearly bumped into a dwarf who was dozing on his haunches almost next to the door. It was one of the two dwarfs he met when they were counting gold coins. The dwarf immediately woke up, jumped up and introduced himself: «Lenne – at your service!» Lenne had a clear, open look and a broad, almost square figure. «Hello Lenna,» I replied to the greeting.»
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