The next day Kai spent as usual. However, it was without horseback riding, but there was a full-fledged training session with Gifar and his warriors.
For lunch, Kai was invited
to the Sheikh's table, where he did not take his eyes from him, blazing in the
depths of the fire of passion. Kai saw it and now knew what that look, turned
to him, expressed.
He didn't want to eat at
all, but in order not to draw attention to himself, he ate a little and asked
permission to go to the library. There he tried to focus on the text. It was
the biography of the great Japanese military leader Takeda Katsuoria, whose
years of life were fifteen forty-six -fifteen eighty-two. Kai understood that
the lines floated before his eyes, the hieroglyphs jumped, their meaning
escaped, but at the cost of great effort, he forced himself to read and even
began to realize the essence of what was written. He was fascinated by the
description of the Time of Troubles under Otate and that Takeda betrayed his
allies from the Hojo clan and sided with Uesugi Kagekatsu.
Kai closed the book,
realizing that he was tired of deceiving himself that he was now worried about
Katsuori's problems. He leaned back in his chair, knowing that evening was
approaching, and Arshad did not change his plans for him. And if last evening
everything finished with a kiss, then it was stupid to hope for the same
outcome of this evening. Arshad, of course, restrained himself, and he was
amused by this game with him, like a cat with a mouse, but Kai knew that when a
person was thirty, he would not remain at the level of the bouquet-candy
period.
What then should he do?
Standard plots from films and books about the behavior of girls in such a
situation climbed into his head:
"It is poisoning with
not clear what and then if you mistake with the dose, all this will result in
vomiting and diarrhea," Kai winced, imagining how his stomach would be
washed.
"To throw myself off
the tower of the castle - I can, of course, try to climb somewhere and from
there fall onto the rose bushes," the thorns in his ass did not attract
him very much.
"To cut my face, but
how much I have to booze in order to do it?"
To pierce theatrically the
chest with a dagger! Well, I’m a doctor, perhaps it will be difficult to do,
knowing the consequences of such injuries.
So what else is there? To
drown myself, to hang myself ... Enough! Stop! I am a military officer, and I
behave like a hysterical young lady. Such nonsense creeps into my head ...
"
Kai found cigarettes from
Maksud and lit up, knowing that he had not come up with anything reasonable in
this unreasonable situation.
Maksud came for him came
and took the dying cigarette butt from his hand, extinguished and led him,
holding the hand as if he was a child.
"It necessary to start
resisting, not to let them dress me up, put on makeup, combed my hair ... Stop!
This is all suitable only for girls!"
Kai sighed, seeing that the
X-hour was approaching, but he never made any decision.
When he was brought into
the night apartments in his yesterday's outfit, which he mentally called for
himself "for fuc*ing", he stopped in the middle in confusion. Maksud
went out and returned a minute later. Gently took Kai by the hand, led him to
the table with fruits, sweets, and drinks.
"Arshad will be a
little late, don't be bored, eat something tasty."
Maksud bowed and left.
Arshad really was a little
late, his father called him, and he could not cancel or reschedule this
conversation. And his father liked to talk with his son slowly and for a long
time.
Kai stared blankly at the
table in front of him, realizing the words of Maksud and realizing that his
X-hour was not postponed for long. His throat was dry from tension and constant
thoughts. He was thirsty.
Looking for water, he
opened the wine and drank the glass. It relieved his thirst at least a little.
He drank some more. It was expensive red dry French wine. He read all this on
the label and drank the whole bottle being nervous.
He looked around the table.
The abundance of various fruits did not attract him, he did not like oriental
sweets at all, but his nerves demanded something else to chew or drink. He saw
a bottle of champagne "Veuve Clicquot", pink, as he liked.
"There is a reason to
drink!" Kai exclaimed, opening the bottle. The bung flew out with a bang. He
filled his glass, "For the loss of anal virginity!" famously, in a
hussar, he said a toast and drank.
The soft sparkling
champagne tingled so pleasantly the tongue, that was just one "but":
it was warm, and he liked to drink cold champagne.
"I must tell Arshad!
There is such a significant event here, but I have to drink warm
champagne," he drank another glass. Kai looked at the bottle through the
light, saw that there was a little pink drink left in it, - Why should a good
thing be wasted - it will die!" the guy poured the leftovers into his
glass and drank it simply, without toast.
The champagne gave him a
positive mood. Life seemed not to be so gloomy and hopeless anymore. He glanced
around the table again. After the champagne, he wanted to eat something sweet.
"This one," Kai's
hand reached for the bottle of
Kai took a clean liqueur
glass and poured himself.
"It is
delicious!" two colors, dark and white, were mixed in his glass. He drank,
topped up more, licked the sweet sides of the glass with his tongue, smudged himself,
smudged the table, some clothes on himself.
He got upset, tried to wipe
it off, but only smeared everything worse, then left this occupation.
"Shit! How quickly it
ended!" Kai licked the neck of the bottle and wiped his sweet fingers with
napkins.
After such a sweet one, he
realized that he urgently wanted to eat something savory. He looked around the
table and saw what would come in handy now. His hand reached for the whiskey
bottle.
"This is what I
want. Otherwise, it turned out very sweet."
He reached for a bottle of
Cathy Sark, a fifteen-year-old Scotch whiskey, found a glass with whiskey,
generously splashed himself half of the glass. He breathed in its scent and
drank it all in one gulp. Then, looking up, Kai saw that he was reflected in
the mirror, sitting at the table, with an empty glass and a bottle of whiskey
in his hand. He winked dashingly at his image.
"Don't chicken out! We
won't get drunk. We'll just remove the nervous stress," while pouring, he
turned to his reflection in the mirror. "Prokhor taught me to drink. He's
a real man. You know what he said: What is the most important thing to know
when drinking?" the image in the mirror looked at him inquiringly but did
not answer. "You do not know! And I know and will teach you. Remember!
When you drink, the main thing is to increase in degree! Here, look here,"
Kai pointed to the drunk bottles, "first wine, then champagne, then
liqueur, we slightly increased the degree with it and now we have increased it
normally to forty!" he showed a bottle of whiskey.
The guy from the mirror
nodded approvingly at such a reasonable speech of his interlocutor.
"Oh, and your glass is
empty. Well, what is it I ... you've come to visit me, and I keep chatting and
chatting. Put the glass down, now we'll drink one more."
Kai poured himself a glass,
raised his glass, and turned his gaze to the mirror, making sure that he also
had a bottle, he said:
"Well, what do we,
like drunks, drink without toasts? It's wrong! Here, you know, let's drink to
me ... not ... not like that. In short, I have an important day today, just
don’t laugh," Kai saw the guy in the mirror writhing with laughter.
"Well, don’t laugh. Listen. Today I will become a fag ***t, " he said
almost clearly and loudly. "Let's drink to this."
The guy opposite supported
this toast, clinked glasses with him, raising his glass, and drank everything
to the bottom.
"Well, you drink a
lot!" looking at the empty glass in the guy's hand, said Kai. "Now I
will pour more. Put the glass on the table."
Kai poured, looked into the
glass, then looked at the guy.
"Well, I haven't told
you everything yet. Imagine, Arshad has a crush on me. Well ... well, don't
laugh, listen!" Kai again saw how the guy in the mirror nickered, bending
in half and splashing the whiskey from the glass. "Uh ... don't let it go
to waste, let's have a drink, and then I'll tell you further," Kai raised
his glass and, clinking glasses with the guy, drank. "So, he fancied me!
He has a whole harem there, there are probably girls with such boobs and
beautiful, well, and he wants to fuck me! Can you imagine? Well, stop laughing
already, listen to me! So what did he find in me? Look, how beautiful you are,
your eyes are so beautiful ... your hair is curly, and in general, I like you
... but I'm thin, bony, and what did he like when he had girls with boobs
there? In short, I don't understand anything ..."
Kai looked up at the guy
in the mirror.
"Uh, look here ... why
are you so sad? Come on, prepare a glass, we'll have another drink now. It's me
must be sad. Imagine what I'll tell Prokhor later, and the bros ... well, just
guess. I’ll come and say - I’m a fag***t! Damn it ..."
Kai poured another one and
drank in silence.
"Now I sadness came
over my spirit, but you know, Prokhor told me right away, even if you became a
fag***t, come anyway. Imagine what a great friend I have. He will not leave a
friend, even if his friend is a fag***t."
Kai looked at the guy in
the mirror again.
"Friend, you are
something completely limp there. Come on, don't worry. I've seen how people
become fag***ts. Prokhor showed me. Fuck, it probably hurts. That guy was
yelling like that. In short, we need to drink to it. Oh - the whiskey is
over."
Kai got up to see better
the table and the bottles on it.
"Eh, where did you
go?" he glanced at the guy in the mirror. "Well ... sit down ... look
what I've found. Now we will drink some brandy! Here's what," and he
stammered, "Albert de Montabert"," then added syllables, "
X and O - in short, cool. Don’t think, I’m fooling you. Do you know how much it
costs? It doesn't matter, Arshad pays for everything, I'm a kind of like his
beloved woman here," Kai giggled again, and then poured brandy into a
glass.
"Well, for me. I'm
almost a fag***t," Kai giggled again, then showed the bottle to the guy
opposite. "By the way, can you imagine, we drink the right way? We
increase the degree. This cognac is forty-five degrees. This is what you need
to drink for."
Having drunk one glass at a
time with the guy, Kai remembered the important thing and began to pour the
cognac into the glass again.
"Between the first and
the second there is a small gap," he quickly clinked glasses with the
reflection, drank some brandy, and immediately poured another one. "Well,
now we can also talk, -uh ... just don't fall asleep there, okay? In short,
I've chatted with you too much. He'll come to fuck me now, and I'm not in bed
yet."
Kai looked at the bed in
the middle of the room.
"Well, I'll go
there," he waved in the direction of the bed, "and I'll take some
booze with me for courage. Let's drink the last glass, as they say, for the
road!" he clinked glasses with the guy, waved his hand and tried to get
up.
He immediately realized
that it would not be possible. Then, getting on all fours, he confidently moved
towards the bed, not forgetting to hold the unfinished bottle of cognac in his
hand, having carefully twisted it with the lid.
He managed to walk part of
the way to bed like this, but then when he decided to stop and have a drink, as
he explained, "during the way", he was led to the side, and therefore
he crawled the rest of the way.
He was crawling along the
luxurious red carpet with a bottle in his hand, as if across a field to the
trenches of the Mujahideen with a grenade. When the bed was in front of him, on
the fourth attempt he managed, pulling off the coverlet for which he was
clinging, to climb onto the bed, having previously thrown a half-empty bottle
of cognac onto it.
On the bed, he crawled to
the bottle and sat down, unscrewed the cork, poured the rest of the cognac into
himself, and then just fell off on his back, spreading his arms and legs in
different directions.
It was in such a pose of a
starfish, thrown out on the coastal rocks, with an empty bottle in his hand,
Maksud found him.
Maksud looked at the cognac
the guy had drunk, then at Kai, and then his gaze fell on the empty bottles
lying at the table, and he realized that his legs were giving way from
weakness. But there were footsteps in the corridor. Maksud rushed to the door and
ran into Arshad, nearly knocking him down.
He fell at his feet and
began to cling to the hem of his master's robe.
"Arshad, oh Great
Arshad, oh Great Arshad," Maksud lamented.
"What's going
on?" Arshad tried to unhook Maksud from his robe and go into the room.
Finally, he succeeded.
He saw Kai's sprawled body
on the bed, rushed to him in horror.
"He is poisoned!"
Arshad's voice sounded pain and fear from the realization of what had happened.
"No, he got
drunk," the stern voice of Gifar sounded, who ran into this room,
attracted by the cries of Maksud. "Yes, look for yourself," Gifar
nodded towards the lying bottles.
Arshad walked to the empty
bottles, rolled them with the toe of a slipper embroidered with gold, then
returned to the bed, bent over Kai, and finally made sure that he was not just
drunk - he was drunk completely out, absolutely hammered ... out of his mind!
Arshad took a bottle of
cognac from his hands and turned it over. A pitiful drop of the drink came out
of the bottle. Arshad began to laugh. Probably, neither Maksud nor Gifar had
heard such a sincere laugh from their Sheikh for a long time. Arshad laughed,
curled up with spasms of laughter, sitting on the bed, and wiped the tears from
his eyes.
Gifar and Maksud also
smiled, realizing that the storm had passed them, and Arshad reacted to this
extraordinary event in his own way, as they had not expected.
Slightly suppressing his
laughter, the Sheikh got out of bed.
"Tomorrow, when he
wakes up, call me," he turned to Maksud. "First I will enjoy his
sight, and then you will begin to save him."
"I think tomorrow it
will be very bad for him," Gifar said pointedly.
Arshad and Gifar left the
chambers, Maksud remained standing beside Kai. Oddly enough, he did not even
take offense at him for this, although Arshad could have done anything to him
for such an offense. But this amused Arshad, which meant that everything was
going very well for everyone.
***
When Kai tried to open his
eyes, he realized that the "Morning of the Shooting Execution" had
already come for him. He felt sick, his head was splitting from a thousand
hammers pounding in it, his temples throbbed with terrible pain, and everything
floated before his eyes.
"My beautiful
rose," he opened his eyes again, it was Arshad. "How do you
feel?"
Arshad, indeed, now enjoyed
the sight of the pale green Kai, who tried to open his eyes and relieve his
headache, pressing his hands to his head.
"Maybe you shouldn't
have been drinking like that?"
"Sorry, Arshad, can I
talk to you later? .." Kai muttered through his teeth, trying to crawl out
of bed. "I'm going to vomit now."
The servants quickly
grabbed him from both sides and dragged him into the bath.
Arshad laughed again.
"Go and save
him," Arshad continued to smile. Maksud bowed and went to the bath for
Kai.
There, Kai was already
hugging his "white brother". Maksud literally forcibly poured one of
his tinctures into it. From its taste and smell, Kai began to spew again. So
Maksud mocked him several times. Then he was stripped and shoved into a bath
filled with fragrant herbs. And again Maksud made him drink the medicine
brought in a cup. Kai did not resist, even when they took him out of the
bathroom and smeared everything with a very smelly ointment, and when Maksud
again forced him to drink warm tincture, and then, finally, he was left alone,
laid on the bed and wrapped in blankets.
After sleep and all the
procedures, by the evening Kai felt better. At night, Maksud again soaked him
in a bath with herbs, rubbed him again with a strange ointment, and made him
eat. Then he again gave his medicinal elixir to drink and put the guy to bed.
***
The next morning, Kai was
like a reborn. He was awakened early by Maksud, saying that Arshad was waiting
for him for a horse ride. Kai liked this occupation. Here Arshad was a normal
guy, no problems. They rushed through the desert, overtaking each other and
forgetting about everything.
Today he was not invited to
dinner, Arshad had guests, obviously, these conversations were not intended for
Kai's ears. Therefore, having dined under the supervision of Maksud, he went to
the library, where he continued reading about Takeda Katsuori and his defeat in
the battle with Oda.
In general, after all, Kai
did not think about the future, he just lived. When in the evening he was again
dressed in the appropriate clothes, "it oppressed him". Dejectedly,
he walked after Maksud, who tried not to meet his gaze.
Entering the night
chambers, Maksud brought him to bed.
"Lie down,"
again, without looking into his eyes, said Maksud.
Kai sighed and lay down.
Immediately, four servants grabbed his arms and legs and, pressing him to the
bed, began to hold him. Kai jerked, but they held tight.
Maksud without looking at
him bowed and left.
Literally a minute later,
Arshad entered.
He smiled, walked over to
the bed, and sat down next to the sprawled Kai.
Then, without taking his
eyes off him, he began to bend over him.
"What are you doing?
.." Kai tried to pull his hands away.
"I want to kiss
you."
"You're out of your
mind, we're not alone!" Kai turned his gaze to the servants holding him.
"Oh, that. Never mind,
they don't look. I didn't think such little things bother you."
He began to lean towards
Kai's lips again.
Maybe Arshad was not
bothered by such trifles, but it unbalanced Kai. He put up with it when all
this happened between them alone. But when the servants were standing on four
sides, Kai was horrified at the realization of what was happening. He started
to twitch.
"Arshad, stop!
Handcuffs were enough and to spare."
"You were twitching
too much, handcuffs leave marks on your beautiful skin, and I don’t want that.
Therefore, they will hold you."
Arshad again began to catch
his face with his hands, showering his cheekbones, cheeks, chin, and neck with
kisses.
"Arshad! Not! Please!
Do you hear?!" Kai was beginning to have something in between panic and
hysteria.
Even Arshad froze and
pulled away, seeing how Kai was beating on the bed.
"Arshad. I will lie
still. Do you hear! Just let them go. Please, Arshad!"
"Will you let me kiss
you and not resist?"
"Yes. Just let them
go!"
Arshad looked at Kai, then
waved his hand, the servants immediately released him and, bowing silently,
left.
Kai exhaled. He lay there,
breathing heavily, like after a hundred-meter race.
"Can I have a
drink?"
"You can," Arshad
sat on the bed and watched as Kai rushed to the bottle of wine.
"Don't worry, I'm a
little. I won't get drunk."
Arshad vaguely shrugged his
shoulder, watching as Kai took a couple of sips of wine.
"I'll smoke."
Kai took the cigarettes
and a lighter lying here on the table.
Arshad continued to
silently watch the picture as Kai lit a cigarette, took a couple of nervous
puffs, then put out his cigarette, drank wine. The guy took a couple of steps
in his direction, then came back again, lit a cigarette again, inhaled,
nervously put out a cigarette, finished his glass, and, with the air of a man
walking on a scaffold, went to the bed. He resolutely flopped down on it,
lifted his chin, and grabbed the sheets with both hands.
"My rose ... of a
desert," having heard the voice of Arshad, Kai, who had previously screwed
up his eyes, opened one eye, "you are not in the dentist's office. Let go
of the sheet."
Kai forced himself to
unclench his fingers, which were convulsively gripping the scarlet silk sheets.
"Maksud will come for
you," Kai saw Arshad, getting out of bed, went to the exit from the
chambers.
Then Maksud came in. Kai
sat up on the bed.
"Arshad ordered to
take you to sleep," said Maksud calmly.
Kai realized that he was
being returned to his room.
Probably, if not for
Maksud's tincture, he would not fall asleep today. But Maksud, at his request,
brought him something stronger, and his sleep was calm and serene.
When Kai fell asleep,
Maksud with the same strong tincture went to Arshad and, upon hearing his request,
immediately gave him a miraculous drink for a restful sleep.
***
The next day there was no
horseback riding, only training with Gifar, then meals in solitude, if it was
possible to call the solitude when Maksud was standing next to him and five more
servants. Then Kai went to the library.
Maksud went to Arshad.
Gifar was already in his office. They heatedly discussed the vital issues of
the life of their people. But from the look of Arshad Maksud understood that he
was now worried about completely different problems. Finally, Arshad could not
resist and started talking about it himself.
"I don’t understand
him. I don’t understand him at all. What am I doing wrong? In general, what is
wrong? I'm not in a hurry, I'm ready to wait, but he is not ready at all for a
relationship with me. Maksud, why?" Arshad nervously walked around the
office. "When I kissed him, I saw - he felt good, he liked it, he was
mine, he responded to me ... and then again everything starts from scratch.
Even worse ... I understand why he got drunk. He doesn't want this. Do you
understand? He wants nothing. And yesterday, he lay there looking like this,
clutching the sheets like a man awaiting torture. But I'm gentle with him. I do
not understand him…"
"Maybe he is not ready
for such a relationship?" Maksud watched Arshad walking around the room
again.
"Don't tell me he's
afraid. He who landed the plane in the desert. The plane that cannot be landed.
Why, the plane, I know, there was a crew, and they all jumped off, but he
stayed. He sacrificed himself for the sake of others, knowing that the last
parachute was stitched with bullets," Gifar told Arshad this, having
examined the plane. "He's not afraid of anything at all. He was dying a
month in the desert, I arrived, and instead of throwing himself at my feet, he
pretended to be a tough nut, and he is like that. Then he trudged through the
desert on foot - if I had seen him then, I would never have allowed it,"
Arshad sighed.
"To understand a
person, you need to learn more about him," Maksud uttered, looking at the
Sheikh's torment.
Arshad perked up.
"Gifar, did you find
out anything about him?"
"No," seeing the
darkened face of Arshad, Gifar began to make excuses. "Usually you are not
very interested in the biographies of your boys."
"Do you say that about
him?"
"Sorry, Arshad. I'm
not talking about him, but about the fact that you have never been interested
in knowing the details of the lives of those who are in your bed."
"You're right, Gifar.
But here is another case. I want to know everything about him. You hear,
everything! And as quickly as possible," Arshad walked briskly around the
room. "By the way, what do you think is his nationality?"
"American, English,
German?" Gifar suggested.
"With such a brilliant
education and at the same time he is so lively, real ..." doubt slipped
through Maksud's voice.
"Spaniard, Italian,
French ... " Gifar suggested thinking about a more "lively"
nation.
"Not! There is
something about him ... I can't explain it yet ... but this is definitely not
Spanish, not Italian or French."
"Australian, Canadian,
Latino," - to all enumerations, Gifar received a convincing answer from
both - no.
"Stop guessing. I want
to know who he is!" Arshad stopped at the window, then looked at Maksud.
"Until I find out everything about him, I do not want to see him. Does he
get bored?"
"No, in the morning he
has a training session with Gifar, then he spends time in the library, in the
evening he plays the console."
"What does he
play?" Arshad's eyes widened.
"Didn't I say?" Maksud
smiled slyly, who liked to leave in stock different news for Arshad. "He
loves to play, you know, there in all sorts of adventure games, shooters. I'm
not very good at this. There are some freaks, he fights with them."
Arshad sat down exhaustedly
on the sofa.
"A person who
sacrifices himself to save his comrades plays a video game."
"He's still a
child!" Gifar blurted out.
"Well, in general, you
are right," Arshad thought. "Probably, too much has fallen on him.
And he doesn't even complain, he carries everything in himself. It must be hard
for him."
"He feels good when
you are riding horses, haven't you seen his happy eyes?" Maksud tried not
to let Arshad get bogged down in self-flagellation.
"Maksud, what do I not
know about him yet?"
"He is very fond of
chocolate and cocoa."
"And you have been
silent!"
"Arshad, do not be
offended, but Gifar is right, having told you that before you were not
interested in those with whom you sleep."
"With him everything
is different ... well, Gifar, go! You have a lot to do. You hear - I want to
know everything about him!"
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