New recruit

Morning. The sun's rays enveloped the academy and the dormitory. The Holy One slept in the natural science room or the secret headquarters.

Ange comes into the room with a tray on which a dish is covered with a lid. The saint woke up and showed curiosity.

— And that breakfast is included in the spy's salary?

Ange sighed and replied.

— Spies don't have salaries, but if they do, I'll make sure that this omelet is deducted from yours.

The saint just smiled and sat down at the table.

Ange, leaving the room, adds.

— After you eat, wash up, there's a meeting in half an hour.

The saint began to eat, looking at the view from the window. The ray of sunlight that reached the Holy briefcase glinted from behind the objects that poked out of it.

The saint stopped eating for a second.

Actions go into control a day earlier, at the moment of enlightenment of the Saint in espionage cases.

The meeting room.

"L" and his colleagues are sitting at the table, Ange and Svyat are standing in front, the boy is as close to the table as possible. The recruit is explained his rights and responsibilities.

"L" speaks more actively than anyone, but at the same time calmly.

— So, I hope you have understood your duties, and if not, then I repeat in short: to fully help the leader of the squad and its participants, fully obey their orders, in no case talk about where you work and forget your past life. If the rules are not followed, complete liquidation will follow.

The saint turned a little pale and drops of sweat flowed down his body.

"L" continues.

— About the rights: you have the opportunity to live in the headquarters, you have limited access to gadgets, your nutritional and hygiene needs will be met. The pistol will be given out at the warehouse, and you will ask the leader of the squad for ammunition.

The saint asks without restraint.

— Can I replace the gun?

— And what do you want to replace it with? — shows curiosity by lighting a cigarette.

— Do you have metal? — the Holy One is overburdened with enthusiasm.

"L" sighing.

— "7" escort Agent "S" to the workshop.

In the workshop, the Saint uses an alloy of an unknown bronze-colored metal, pours it onto molds. Having forged and cooled the tools, Svyat shows the result of Anj and "7".

— Not a bad job. — "7" is surprised.

"A hammer and sickle?" Ange is perplexed.

The saint speaks with interest.

— My father was a blacksmith, and my mother worked in the fields, so I thought it would be easier for me to handle them.

— Okay, let's go already. Ange pushes.

The actions are being returned to the present. Everyone is sitting at the table discussing the plan for today.

Dorothy is the most active speaker.

— So it turns out that in the evening we need to attend a social ball and then immediately leave to explore the place at the end of the city.

Ange adds.

— And at the same time organize the protection of the princess and the royal family at the ball.

Dorothy's gaze shifts to the Saint.

— Do you understand everything, Holy One? Dorothy asks sarcastically.

Meanwhile, Svyat is coolly examining a mug of tea.

Ange nudged the boy imperceptibly while sipping tea.

— Eh? What? The holy one became agitated.

Dorothy in a high-pitched voice.

— I'm telling you, is everything clear, Glory Lavigne?

— I still do not agree with this conspiracy, this surname does not make a Frenchman beautiful. — The Holy One answers.

— So you're not French. — Beatrice emphasizes.

— But still. — The Holy One is indignant.

— So everyone, let's get together, who has things to do, do them quickly.

Everyone except the Saint leaves the room. The kid starts packing for a cultural event. After a while, Ange comes into the club with a tuxedo and asks serenely.

— Were you going to go in the things you stole from the newspaperman?

— I don't have any better clothes, and why are they stolen right away? The Saint was perplexed.

— A guess, from what you told us, you couldn't have had such new clothes, and Stephen's size wouldn't have suited you. "And if you needed clothes, you could have asked me right away."

The saint saw the tuxedo and asked.

— I take it this tuxedo was sent from control?

— No, I took it from the planet of the black lizards. — Ange answered confidently. - I'm from there myself.

The kid thought about it and assumed.

"That would explain your unearthly beauty."

Ange had a confused expression on her face, but she began to help the Saint try on a suit.

Charlotte suddenly came into the room. She stood in front of Saint and Ange and started talking.

"Since you're both here, I'd like to say that I couldn't tell you last night.

The princess's words caught the Saint's attention.

— Does it have anything to do with the royal family? The kid asked.

Charlotte smiled amiably.

- yes. — after which she told the story about the substitution of Ange and Charlotte in places.

Svyat looked nervously at Ange, then back at Charlotte and began to mutter.

"Haha, it's funny, really, tell me it's a joke!" And if this is not a joke, then why is he telling me this!?

— For the sake of trust, because now you know very secret information and from now on we will not take our eyes off you, know this. Charlotte explained calmly and affably.

Svyat's breathing quickened and he muttered.

— What kind of ch...