Chương 3: Dara meets his Spring and says goodbye
"To the Archive? Are you sure? Isn't it better to go to the bazaar, buy in bulk, see prices, buy something? "Baraz asked tiredly.
"No, no, let's hit the Archive, and yes, call someone there, tell me I need access to section B, which is for official use," said Dara, nodding and speaking at the same time.
"Why, with what joy I should call them, I don't want to!" Baraz answered, pulling in his necks. "I have a lot to do, but I need to go to the gas station, but I still have not earned money, for this and for lunch!" Baraz leaned towards Dara and looked expectantly into his eyes.
Dara deliberately smiled and said: "Baraz, do you have free time for me"?
"Of course, I would say so right away!" Baraz answered broadly smiling. He achieved what he wanted.
"Payment will be hourly or per kilometer," Baraz said.
Having received the answer, Dara without hesitation threw: "Hourly, we will not think, call!"
Chuckling, Baraz took out a new 11th super-super note, with 512 megapixels and a cool 20,000-hour battery charge, which he demonstrated before Dara.
"Hello how are you? How are your grandchildren doing? Are they glad that they live in the USA? Well, I'm glad! Me myself Baraz lifted his chin and spoke quickly.
"This is what I urge you to do, now grandson of Firuz Mirza will come to your archive, you will help him, he wants to quickly look through the catalog in section B, but you can't? Well, I'll pass this on to the general. "Baraz said coldly.
The phone a muffled scream and a curse, Baraz turned off the phone.
The telephone rang again through the telephone, Baraz answered: "Yes, yes, that same one, the sage Firuz from the main fifth department! Yes, well, I agreed, the grandson has all the papers, you will quickly resolve this issue, but his name is Dara! "
Looking directly into Dara's eyes, old Baraz smirked: "Well, you are satisfied, prepared all the documents, if you come to the head of the special department, on the second floor you will give all the papers, they will give you a subscription to visit sector B for three moth. Do you have enough time? "" Ahahahahahaha, "Baraz asked arrogantly with a laugh.
The palms of Darov soured like buds, thousands of needles rummaging in his hands: "Yes, Baraz, you are a magician, do miracles!"
To which Baraz dismissed Dara with his hand and said "No, I'm not a magician, I'm just learning!" was such a meme in the distant 50s of the 20th century.
"So do not worry, Agabay, was at your grandfather in the department, a junior communications specialist, and now look already a whole colonel, he will show you everything. Yes, don't be embarrassed, there is no secret information, everything in the archive is already outdated, covered dust, but you need to comply with the proforma. So you yourself know, the papers should all be in order. Have you prepared them? " looking at Dara with interest, Baraz remarked.
"Of course," Dara's breathing was interrupted, he shone like a copper basin, on a bathing day. "I prepared a letter from the university, from the department, and the first department**, I just have a project on the study of local history of the city and taking into account potentially interesting places for tourists in the European part of the city!"
"Well, come on, go for it, while you can give me the money in advance, I'll go out to refuel, or maybe I'll have lunch, anyway, it will take you two or three hours to archive time," said the smiling and happy Baraz.
"Yes, of course, here are your 50 mann," * Dara said, feeling light throughout his body.
The happy Dara went to the archive, at the entrance showing a pass to the reading room of section "A", he went into the room. Rising to the second floor, he pressed the bell knock. Behind the iron door steps were heard.
The door opened, behind it stood a pretty girl in the form of a junior archivist.
Stylishly dressed, under a uniform jacket was a thin dark emerald cashmere cardigan. Her well-groomed skin, hair and nails rushed into his eyes. In the East, determine the health of a potential bride, according to the state of the nails.
Minimal makeup, good posture. She had a pleasant voice, a sweet smile, delicate facial features. With green eyes, unusual for the region, like emeralds, but Dara never saw them in real time, only in photographs and pictures, so the comparison was more poetic than real.
Eyebrows are thin and curved, like onions, probably such a comparison would be more suitable for nomads. If Dara was in America he would be accused of sexism for it. It's good that we are not in America, flashed in the head of Dara. Yes, she obviously could not work in the police, her image is too memorable.
Surprisingly, with such a small salary of 2,000 mann, how could she wear such expensive shoes?
His acquaintances from the police often said that you need to pay attention to the details and their inconsistencies. If the salary is small and the person does not dress in his own class? This suggests that the person is out of place. Perhaps he was punished for something? Could this be a test? Or maybe it's a mishandled man, just a spy?
So during the Second World War, police in the cities found saboteurs. They were dressed in military uniforms, but on their feet were new boots with steel nickel-plated nails. Whereas their soldiers had old boots with iron nails.
There are many options. A real cop, a detective must clearly weed out the unnecessary and come to the truth.?
Dara himself got dressed from the market, buying Beijing-Factory shoes, which cost 500 mann, and this girl had a fortune of 6,000 mann on her feet! The shoes were English.
From friends, Dara heard that only the cream of society, the elite, and the golden youth can afford such shoes. Genuine leather shoes, exquisite ?!
Damn, apparently, she's some kind of young lady from the big clan, but what has she lost here? This was also an interesting question.
She had a good figure. Is it amazing that such a girl forgot in a dark and dusty archive? He was fascinated by her.
The girl seemed a little older than him, perhaps because of her strict manner and formal clothes, a dark blue trouser suit.
Having gathered, Dara introduced himself, showed the folder with documents and the passport in expanded form: "I came to Agabiy Shiralezade, he is waiting for me!"
The girl raised her eyebrows in surprise, squinted, looked at him incredulously, said to wait, went to the phone that was hanging on the wall, dialing a number, began to call somewhere, to say something, to clarify.
At that moment, Dara remembered how grandfather talked about it. here's how to determine the social status of a man and woman.
A person can be dressed in simple work clothes, but he will have high-quality shoes and expensive watches. A woman wears expensive shoes.. Not to mention the fact that those who have a lot of money have healthy and well-groomed skin, hair and nails, this suggests that they care for them, eat well and rest. Not just sitting on a couch or in a park in the city, but going to the sea, eating seafood, not GMOs or preservatives.
Of course, the main difference between a true aristocrat is his or her manner of speech, culture and horizons of cognition of thought. They must be comprehensively developed. Know philosophy, history, ethics, economics, jurisprudence, languages, understand classical music, art, ballet.
"Yes, I'm obviously not an aristocrat, I don't like ballet, if there is a TV, what is the use of theater and ballet?" Dara thought, scratching the bridge of his nose. "Philosophy? History, I know, but classical music? Fine art? These are little telling facts for me, well, not counting Caravage, Bosch, Goa, Malevich."
These thoughts were interrupted in a pleasant voice: "You can go into room 27, he is waiting for you." Then, the girl gracefully retired to the end of the corridor. Dara did not follow her, since on the ground floor he saw surveillance cameras on the walls.
Dara met such an amazing girl for the first time, but as he noticed she was from high society. Yes, and apparently from some large family or even a clan. Dara felt like a frog in a well.
"Well, I'm not for dating, here in the archive but for searching, my treasure, the main thing is research and gold!" The eyes in the Dara were clouded for a moment in order to sparkle again with the fire of adventure, "Hello and Goodbye Spring, Hello Field and Big Money" !!! He said quietly to himself under the nose of Dara. With quick steps, he headed to the room with the inscription 27.
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(1 mann = 100 tenge, 1 tenge = 100 pools, 1 pool = 100 tinam coins, the rate of 10 mann = 1 US dollar).
** the first department - is responsible for information security in scientific organizations (the service of its own security, during the second empire - was associated with the state security agency)
Section "A" - the usual public reading department
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