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They both heard an argute sound line, affronting the ear. Olga Vladimirovna jumped out of the staffroom, Victoria followed her.
In the same ward the peacefully sleeping old lady’s heart stopped beating and the apparatus rang about it through the whole department, calling for the doctors to resuscitate.
‘Defibrillator, epinephrine…’ the doctors cries, nurses were rushing near, answering all the orders.
Victoria leaned on the wall, looked and worried about the poor old lady.
‘Time of death is 7 past 7…’ she heard the sentence after that you exactly understood the deepest and, perhaps, the most heartless meaning of the phrase “that’s all”.
The old woman was connected from the apparatus, the data was being written and the doctors were upset.
‘Sveta, call her relatives, they have to call to Pathology lab…’ Vic’s mother ordered to the nurse.
‘Olga Vladimirovna, she had no relatives.’
‘No one?’ The doctor surprised.
‘No one. Then shall I do as usual?’
‘Yes.’ Olga Vladimirovna looked at her daughter, ‘you shouldn’t be here. Go home. I’ll be at home after dinner. Thanks for bringing the papers.’
The girl took a deep sigh, turned around and left. She was a little bit sad because her mother had made a doctor way in life and she still kept on doing it. It was clear, that she did it successfully and by now she gained a reputation of a God-given doctor. The only pity was that when people did their career, they couldn’t do their family at the same time.
Victoria came back home dropped off to sleep…
In the middle of the night, she opened her eyes and with no understanding why, she started whispering something in unknown language.
Ebenus, opprobrium, conticinium, lacrimose, venetum, abominamentum, reflabriventi, basiator, zodium, horripilato, perfluus, flammosus, universus, gloria, tabifluus, damnatio, martyrium, infidelitas, securitas, necrosis.
As she said the last word, the killing silence came. It was too silent so Victoria could hear her blood stream rushing inside. The breeze was blowing, also silent as well as everything was around. The girl was so much scared that her breathing almost stopped. You shouldn’t be a wiseman to understand that something was going wrong. When everything that had moved in chronical way, suddenly got frozen in a paralytic horror was strange at least.
Victoria was in her bed and kept her eyes wide open, looking at the ceiling, with no idea what was going on. She was afraid of even moving.
‘Within two months and a half…’ she heard a heavy man voice, throwing out imperturbable power.
Despite of its heaviness and powerfulness the voice was hypnotically attractive and so pleasant as if it had touched a back with silky flaps. One could listen to that voice for hours, could fall in love with it and lose mind. But Victoria, on top of every sweet feeling, had an animal fear: the voice had nothing to do with Kharon.
‘Yes, for two months and a half,’ the man confirmed, ‘I’ve been listening to you summoning me.’
Victoria finally pulled herself together and lifted up her head to look at the guest. The man silhouette was sitting at her computer table.
‘So, I am here!’ the man sharply bounced out of the chair and rushed to the scared to death girl. Victoria gave a start and covered herself with the blanket. A second silence and a laugh could be heard. The girl closed her eyes and whispered the same pray, the only one she knew.