Red Kvinta

Miranda was a secretive woman, everything that was hidden in her life, only she knows. Her eyes are gray-blue with brown, inherited from her father, interspersed with creating a certain angle of view. She is frail, slightly thin, but nimble and small in stature, which is usually not paid attention to. With particles of charisma, as if she stole this feature from some old actor. One evening she was walking around the city and saw inscriptions in simple Roman numerals in a scattered order on the asphalt. She smiled at this find, it seemed very funny to her. After walking a couple more meters, she suddenly felt numbness and red smoke formed in front of her, ashes seemed to begin to fall on her. Then a whirlwind whirled and she found herself in an incomprehensible place where it was cold. Seeing a door in front of her, she opened it and found herself in a city that was unfamiliar to her. And they spoke in another language, which is strange, when she asked: "Where am I?", they answered her, having understood who was in front of them, she found herself in Floringe. A man in a black monastic robe ran up to her and told her to follow him.

When they came to some monastery, she asked: "What the hell is going on here?" He explained to her that she needed to come here now. Miranda was confused, she did not understand anything, it all seemed like a bad dream to her.

"We need to remind you who you are," said a muffled voice. "This is very important. Our order requires your intervention."

Miranda began to tense up from these words, understanding began to come to her from his words. At the same second, her consciousness slowly, as if smoothly leaving, understanding what would happen next, changed dramatically. She already understood why she was here.

"Your drink!" said the monk.

There was a glass with a drink on the table. She looked at the contents of the drink, drank it and memories of forgotten times of life began to return to her. Every hundred years of life reminded her of themselves. And now the time has come to remind her of themselves again.

"Frank, you understand that you will have to explain yourself! - Miranda said in a stern tone, looking straight into his eyes, mentally constructing it through his consciousness.

- We have bad news. - Frank answered slightly worried. I think he was found, but there is a problem, he does not understand who he is. And Graymer is trying to destroy the order, he has the key.

- Okay, I will try to remind you, but the key must be returned, it must not find the door, otherwise the war is just around the corner. It is time for me to go back.

- Your bottle. - Frank said.

- I have not smelled my perfume for a long time. Thank you..

She sprayed the space around herself and found herself again in her city in the same place and at the same time, continuing to walk.

Having come home, she began to search for Graymer on the Internet. It turned out to be quite easy to find. Well, Graymer Trern, it's time for us to meet - she said looking at his story. Miranda changed her clothes and looked at the time, it was already past eight o'clock after dinner. He should just be home. Having sprayed perfume, she found herself at Graymer's house. When she pressed the doorbell, an older woman, about forty-seven years old, opened the door, looking at her with bewilderment, and just as she was about to ask something, Miranda spilled talc and the woman froze like a statue.

Miranda enters the house, silently looking around with her eyes. Greiter goes to the door, looking seriously into the eyes, asking sarcastically: “And how did you get there?”

- Moved slightly - Miranda answered sarcastically, continuing:

- Hello, Greiter, you stole one thing from me, I think you understand what a dangerous find you have in your hands. What an unforgettable aroma, you didn’t think that I would forget.

Walking a little across the room, taking off her gloves, she turned around, looking attentively, continuing - I thought you wouldn’t dare to steal from them, you understand that they now think that you have the key - Miranda said slightly quietly, leaning slightly, looking slightly irritated.

- So I accepted all the events that I will have to go through - with confidence and slightly timidity, Greiter answered. - And in general, why didn’t you take it from them yourself? - he asked.

- A hundred years ago, I had to trust this order to save myself and give the most valuable thing I had then, so that they would accept me. Soon I realized that I had found the wrong people, they were different from those that Dad spoke of before his death, but it was too late, there was little time left and I had to find you. - She said, slightly immersed in her memories.

- I'm glad you found me. Here is your key. - He said, realizing that Miranda was not hearing him now. She looked somewhere and suddenly remembered something and said thoughtfully:

- I will contact you and I advise you to open my gift as soon as possible. - Miranda disappeared immediately as if she had never been here.

Graymer approached his wife, touched her and she perked up when she saw the box, looked at it and gave it to her husband.

- Who sent you this? - She asked with interest, looking at the box with a wonderful pattern.

- An acquaintance, my dear! - answered Graymer with a smile, continuing to speak - I forgot to tell you about this, an acquaintance thanked you for your dessert and said that he would try your pancakes with pleasure. - She thought for a moment, pretending to remember who she was talking about, slightly raised her eyebrow to the side, waved her hand and said - He never understood my recipes - she grinned and went to powder herself, since it was already time to leave.

- I'll take it to the room, it's for work, my dear!

Arriving at the office, Graymer closed the door. He opened the box, seeing a box inside, thought about it, looked at it, read a note next to which was written a Russian proverb:

"debt is red with payment" looking at the wall he realized that it was time to make his move. Opening the box, looking, thought again looking at the object.

He took an engraved revolver from the box and a shot followed and Graymer disappeared right there.

Miranda returned home, looked out the window and thought about the eternity of existence. She looked at the key that shone with an unusual cross-section. Remembering one place, few people go there, hiding one of the keys in one of the walls. Once home, she read about the death of Graymer.

Smiling quietly, she began to write a letter to the order with a message about a secret ritual, in which she indicated how to conduct it and sent a bullet from a revolver along with the letter. A week later, Fred contacted her in the cell and gave her a handkerchief with the embroidered initials F. L. Francesco Litta. Now Miranda knew who to look for, it was more difficult to find, but perhaps she had to use a Spanish directory of the sixteenth century.

Miranda redirected to a half-abandoned town in Spain, few people, everyone knows each other, so the residents immediately paid attention to her. She found the Litta family quickly. When she entered the apartment he was alone, the bullet was lying on the table. Greimer pounced on her with indignation and emotionally speaking as if something had become clear in his mind.

- I will never get used to your tricks - Greymer said thoughtfully, looking straight into his eyes. Continuing to speak - I can't imagine how my wife is grieving now.

- But you knew that someday the time would come and you would have to leave everything. - Miranda said with slight detachment, looking away at the stucco, peering into the structure by the doors.

- I knew - Greymer said a little sharply, even slightly irritated, continuing to speak - but I can't get used to it. - Miranda turned her gaze to Greymer, understanding what they were talking about.

- This is the necessity of this path. You never know behind which doors the world is.

- From what future are these bullets? They are still incredible.

- You don't need to know that now. - Miranda answered, looking away attentively at the structure of the flooring.

- And what is my name in this city, did you find out? - Greymer asked without noticing it.

- Francesco Litta. - Miranda answered, her eyes flashing and squinting, walking over to the table and examining the statuette.

- Damn, - he cursed, - I remember him, he gave me a Bible with a scroll in the sixteenth century and he lived on the other side of me, where he was killed soon after he gave the scroll.

- What was in the scroll?

- I didn't have time to read it, the events unfolded at the pace of the so-called "vivache", I hid the scroll in the chest.

- Where is this chest?

- It's probably gone already. - Greymer sneered, waving his hand slightly to the side. Miranda looked into the space next to her, realizing it, she immediately understood everything. And both of them turned sharply to the mirror that was opposite them.

- You wouldn't be here then if it had been destroyed. - Miranda answered, looking slyly at Greymer. Turning his gaze to himself, examining his features from this angle.

"Maybe they have a library or a museum?" Miranda said enthusiastically, looking at Graymer through the mirror.

"Yes, let's go," Graymer answered, squinting at Miranda, turning her away from the mirror by the shoulders, irritably saying, "You need to look at everything," throwing her bag and coat on her, they went to the library.