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«You never know where to find and where to lose» gagged Boris grimly. They were waiting for an exclusive, refreshment of the local press, but sensation was born. For the whole country:

…

Shock!

TV business has suffered the loss.

26 of June, in the Verhny Hutorok, near Semigorsk, Ilya Zvezditsky, a woman’s crumpet and V star, has passed away. He was in the prime of life and glory. What led him to a suicide? An unexpected illness? The loss of his beloved wife, Inessa? However, «A Blaze -2» is not to be released.

Boris Batkin,Specially for the «Russian Gazette».

The owner of Sunrise got some of Ilya\'s Fame as well.

At first it was a blow. But then …

Tour operators simply clutched their heads in consternation: all rooms were booked in one hotel: Sunrise. Prices gave a slight increase to keep suites from overload. He raised capital only on reservations of that very room for the year ahead.

«Who is talking about crisis?» said owners of nearby spa-hotels rubbing their hands. This summer Verhny Hutorok sent back Courchevel to blur.

But before all that, leading mass media reporters swooped around. And dug, dug, dug… The facts were mixed with rumors. The rumors with versions. Well, love conquers all! Ilya couldn\'t handle parting with his better half and left for good… in good faith. 

In resonance!

July 3, 2009

«It was a murder,» said Marmarov. Arseny rose from his chair in amazement. «Or someone led him to suicide. Carefully planned and well executed. Which gives us the

murder!»

«Nonsense,» Arseny collapsed into his chair. «And where traces of struggle?» He cocked up his thumb in counting. «Where fingerprints?» he pinned out his forefinger. «There were no trace of any psychotropic drugs or poison in his blood,» Arseny \'s middle and forth fingers popped up. «Ilya so gently descended into a water that there were not a drop left on the floor.» A little finger finally formed an open palm.

«Is that all?» astrologer bowed his eyebrow.

«He was alone and died from loss of blood. The wound which Ilya self-inflicted was nothing but a deep scratch. If I with Boris would arrive earlier, we could save him.» A pencil in hand of Arseny knocked against the table; an open palm laid on the table; fingers tagged on the conversation in tempo presto.

«Is that all?!»

«He himself decided to end his life. Without anyone\'s help. Was out of his sense of course…»

«And the fact that he invited you with Boris to give an interview, after what he rushed to a rendezvous with God … Doesn\'t look suspicious to you?!»

«Not at all. His meeting with the press was a guarantee that his body will be found at the same moment.»

«And the fact that a shock and horror distorted his face and features?!» raised voice Marmarov. «You are witness to it!»

«He woke up, apparently, in the last moment. But … It was too late. No one\'s fault, unless …»

Arseny paused catching Marmarov\'s attentive look and comically spread his hands:

«Unless … Stars, parade of planets. Is the sky restless today?»

Marmarov turned pale. Not omitting the sight he pulled a voluminous folder closer. Opened it and tossed on the table.

Its bloody glossy pages curved like a broken wing.

«Page 112.» said Marmarov. «Take a look.»

«So what? Corridors of Time, February issue. Old stuff!» Arseny flipped a page. «Here is page 110. Let me see,» one more page is turned up.

If thunder would rumble into Arseny\'s ear, it wouldn\'t terrify him that much. His mouth fell open: Ilya was looking at him from an open magazine page… in the disguise of Marat, insidiously stabbed in his own hot tub. And the face … the shock and the horror of death: one to one! Arseny and Boris were witnesses to it.

He glanced at the date.

«Where did it came from?!» muffled Arseny in stupor.

Rhetorical question hang like a hauled down sails — like a dull, grey cloth.

«Where did it came from?!» repeated he louder, tossing aside the journal as it was a slippery snake.

The magazine brilliance laughed gloatingly to his face.

«Well, now.» calmly asked Marmarov. «Got it?!»

«Yes. Well, no. Hmm,» he shook in head. «I understand in my heart but can\'t explain in words… I remember a movie where a murder was somewhat written. Later it was projected into realily. Is that it?!»

«Something like that.»

«But that was a plot of the movie. A Myth! A fairy tale …»

«Energy field of real historical events is not a myth. Zvezditsky knew about it: separated himself from any bathrooms, left Moscow out into wilderness. He was sentenced to death and was afraid.»

«By whom?!»