Interrogation

Night. The moon was shining full on the street. The boy couldn't sleep and when he saw the bookshelf, he decided to look for something interesting. Flipping through the first book that came into the room, the princess came in.

The eyes of the princess and the boy crossed. There was a look of bewilderment on their faces, but Charlotte's was reinforced by an overhanging fear.

Meanwhile, Ange and Dorothy were in control and reported on what had happened the day before and on the assumptions related to the cipher. After listening to their report and talking with colleagues, he says.

— We will look at the cipher and try to master it as quickly as possible, but if you do it sooner, let us know immediately. So far, this is one of the few clues lately. And at the expense of the boy, try to find out as much as possible about him, at the moment he knows too much to just walk around the garbage cans, and if he resists or shows excessive activity, get rid of on the spot.

After that, Ange and Dorothy went to the place where he slept the night of the acquaintance, finding nothing suspicious, they went to the academy.

Driving into the garage, they were followed by the same car driven by a dark-haired guy about 22 years old, slightly taller than Dorothy. After getting out of the car, he spoke.

— Hi, if you're leaving, then leave the car keys, I need to look at it.

—Okay, just be careful with her,– Dorothy replied, handing over the keys.

Ange, remembering the boy's story, asked.

— Excuse me, do you know a boy about my height and with an inconspicuous accent?

While sorting things out of the car, the guy answered in surprise.

— You must be talking about a Svyat?

The girls looked at the mechanic in disbelief.

— Well, how can I explain to you, well, Holy, Saint, Svyatoslav, A homeless man from the gateway. — The mechanic continued.

The girls looked even more puzzled and slightly disapproving.

— Although I agree the Saint is superfluous. — the guy said and continued rummaging through things.

Realizing that they would not find out any information, the girls asked what the mechanic's name was.

Climbing under the car, the guy shouted.

— Stephen Mansfield, you can just call Steve.

After leaving the garage, on the way to the club, Dorothy and Ange reflected on what had happened this week and agreed to deal with the cipher next week, but in the meantime to settle the problem with the uninvited guest.

Approaching the club, the girls saw an open door and a pile of books scattered around the room. There was a note on the table. After reading it, Dorothy and Ange rushed after the car.

Dorothy screamed as she burst into the garage.

— Where is the princess?!

Steve, who appreciated the car, replied in confusion.

— I took her and two other girls to the control room.

— Well, why? — Dorothy also asked bluntly.

— Yes, who am I to argue with the princess, and one girl had a sword in her hands, so I didn't ask who or what they had in the bag. — Steve continued.

The girls looked at each other and Dorothy whispered in displeasure.

— The Russian imp!

— If you're going there, then take my car, I haven't finished with yours yet. — Steve said and handed over the keys.

The girls took Steve's car and drove to the control room.

Meanwhile, the control is trying to extract information from the Saint by sophisticated methods.

At first he was kept in a room

the temperature, which was rapidly rising and almost reached the boiling point of water, after which he was kept in a room with a reduced temperature and so on several times.

After that, the Svyat was taken to the interrogation room, but he said the same thing as the girls at the academy.

By this time, Ange and Dorothy arrived at the control room and were told that the Princess, Chise and Beatrice were being kept in the waiting room. After their reunion, Dorothy, as the head of their team, was informed about the situation with the Svyat.

Dorothy told this to the girls and offered to interrogate the boy themselves. The princess presented her candidacy saying that she had wanted to talk to him before. The girls considered the proposal, realizing that they had no alternatives, and agreed with him.

The Princess was taken to the interrogation room to see the Svyat.

It's been 20 minutes. The princess invited the others into the room, and "7" was with them (translator and analyst, systematizes and delivers information "L").

The saint looked tired and exhausted.

"Now tell them that briefly." — said the Princess, addressing the Saint.

— I'm a bad person. — Svyat croaked.

— Not so briefly, more context, please. — The princess demanded.

— It will be easier if I start over. I was born in mother Russia, lived in a small village, my parents were a brother and a sister. Everything I had was a home, a family, and my needs were met. But one day my father behaved strangely, asked me to bring a bag of dandelions from the field, said something like: "Don't come back empty." So I went and apparently forgot to lock the door, because when I returned I saw my mother lying on the floor and did not move, my father started shouting at me and I was so scared that I flew out of the house like a bullet and hid under a tree. As a result, a man with a look who was under 100 years old came up to me and he offered to go with him.

— And you left?. — Ange interrupted.

— Yeap. — Svyat one replied. — I behaved like a scared boy, even if I was. He took me abroad, only later did I find out that it was Aquitaine when he began to teach me the language.

— At first glance, it's not so bad, is it? — Beatrice asked.

Svyat grinned and continued.

— During the day, I was taught to steal food, things and a few household items, and at night they drilled languages into me. So I escaped from there, took a random steamer to Albion and got to the capital. At first I lived with the same orphans, but I was kicked out and started living on the street, and then you already know.

After listening to the monologue, "7" left. Then she came with a note. Ange took it and found out that it says to take a Saint as a recruit because of the information, but do not forget about the alternative