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Chapter 4. Grand piano. Part second

- Level your breath... Yes, it is good … Mentally walk through what you did today in training with your partner... - he said. And when I began to scroll through all this mentally, I suddenly realized what an indescribably priceless gift I received at my disposal. After all, I have never done aikido in my life, I am just in the second training session, we can say, instructed and directed a more experienced partner! The movements of someone who has been here for more than one year and felt that this is not all that this gift can give me, and it feels like I got it from someone! Now I clearly realized it, it was handed to me. But it is not clear why. What will it cost me? After all, as you know, free cheese is only in a mousetrap. In general, loaded with such thoughts, he quickly changed clothes and refused to offer the guys to go somewhere together. Explaining that I already had cases scheduled for this evening. But I arranged to go with them next time. On the way home, I again decided to stop by some supermarket and buy food properly, otherwise I wanted to eat again, and I didn't want to eat something somewhere on the way to fast food, especially since there is now money. At my station just next to the metro there was a currency exchange point, and not long thinking went there to exchange a couple of green pieces of paper for the necessary expenses. After waiting for his turn, he went into the booth and pulled out $1000 for an exchange. As it turned out in the future, for nothing I did. The girl sitting at the reception immediately smiled at me, although before he pulled out the bills, boredom was written on her face, but then it immediately changed, becoming friendly.

- Exchange for rubles, be kind.

"Yes, yes, of course," she quickly answered me.

- Be kind, put your passport here - and the movement of my hand, as I saw from behind the bulletproof glass, pushed a small retractable tray in my direction.

- Yes, here, - and put there a passport and bills. Having recalculated the money laid out in the compartment, she took it and dragged it to her, after which, having calculated how much it would be at the current rate, she counted me the necessary amount. As I myself previously calculated, about 58,000 rubles came out with trifles. So that I saw everything through a transparent armored glass, she put them in the compartment with the passport and advanced them in my direction. I don't know what she was counting on, maybe what I'm not counting? Or that I don't pay attention. In general, arrived at the destination, that is, to me, less than went, even at first glance. Looking at this case and at the fool smiling at me, he slowly extended his hand into this window and felt the pieces stuck there. Then he pulled them out and counted them again in front of her, and, without saying goodbye, left the exchange office, seeing at the edge of her eye that she immediately took out the phone and was already talking to someone. It seemed suspicious to me, because, quickly going around the corner of the building, he strengthened his hearing, and took advantage of his vision. And I heard an interesting conversation inside the cabin, where this woman sat, touching me directly. This, I don't even know what to call it, leaked information about me to someone: such that he lives there, apparently, looked at the registration in the passport. And also my special signs, such as curly, high, and so on.

- Yes, yes! Just got out, exchanged $1,000, and it seems he still has a lot of them, somehow he carelessly threw them out the window...

"This is not important information," some vaguely familiar voice heard from the tube.

- Well then we will finish on this conversation, will receive premium at the end of the month.

- Well, B... - she said, but I didn't hear the end of the phrase, as I had to distract. Some man asked me to smoke. Having said that I did not smoke, I waited for him to leave, and returned to the interrupted occupation. But this scruffy worker has already finished the conversation and was leafing through some kind of magazine. After leaving the alley, he ran to the house. There were thoughts in my head what this conversation with whom could threaten me is incomprehensible, but halfway remembered that I wanted to go into the store. Since the call of the stomach did not think to pray and reminded of itself with a loud rumble. Going into the store and taking the largest cart, he began to pick up a mustard so that it would be enough for a long time. Pasta, cereals, canned food, bread... Chicken and so on. In total, he scored a mountain and a small cart and threw everything out of the box office. The cashier stared at me in surprise and asked:

- For a holiday, probably?

"No, I'm just hungry.

From such an answer, she fell into a stupor and silently began to punch through all my products. And on top I also threw all sorts of sweet goodies: "Snickers," "Bounty," and so on. I gained pretty much, as much as eleven thousand rubles! Barely a doper all this at home. Entering the entrance, I realized that the elevator was not working again, and cursing my greed, which made me buy so much, with the matyugs brought an uncomfortable carry to my floor, and I live on the ninth! He threw everything out in the kitchen and, having laid out all the purchases in the lockers and refrigerator, quickly smeared sandwiches and a couple of Snickers bars, drinking the whole thing with tea, finally drowning the first hunger, so to speak. After thinking about what to do, I decided to fall asleep, as I didn't want to do anything or go somewhere else.

I slept well, I thought, lying in a bed with my eyes closed. In the whole body, I felt unusual ease and energy in the past. Having made dashes, I decided to rise. Went on urgent business to the bathroom, on the way to turn on the complex. After all the cases, I caught myself thinking that I wanted to somehow splash out this energy raging in me. Leaving the center of the room, he tried to twist the equipment, but after the first he realized that it was normal not to do them at home, there was plenty of room. I remembered that there was a sports ground of a quite suitable size in the courtyard, quickly changed into sports clothes that did not hesitate to move, and jumped out into the courtyard. In the box, the people played football, but on the spot next to the turnpike, bars and so on there was no one. Reached him. And no, he did not immediately perform the technique, but at first he made a good warm-up, trying to perform it in the same way as we did it in the hall. After he blurred and warmed up all the necessary muscles, he stood in the middle of the court and tried to tune in to training. Feeling that he had entered a certain trance, he began to slowly repeat the techniques known to me, trying to make all the movements as slow and technical as possible, gradually accelerating the pace. He began with simple and gradually moved to more difficult techniques in performance, and those that he had not yet performed very confidently.

At first, it was difficult to tune in without a partner on the contrary, and all the movements turned out to be some kind of insecure, but then I remembered the method of training, which I often saw in the cinema about martial arts, namely, the fight with shadow. He tried to apply this approach to aikido, but nothing worked. Well, I couldn't tune in, and that's it. And rather from hopelessness that I myself could not practice, I closed my eyes and tried to present the movements of the enemy and my response to them. At first, just in the imagination that it was not very difficult for me, since I never complained about fantasy. He introduced Igor's sparring partner, since it was with him that he sparred the most. At first, it didn't come out very much anyway, but literally after ten to fifteen minutes, I went to yesterday's speed of performing receptions and even slightly exceeded it!

He scrolled through all the tricks that I remembered that took me forty minutes, and decided to stop there today. I opened my eyes, and a cloud of dust settled around me, which I apparently lifted with my quick movements around the court, and when it fell, I saw the clever eyes of guys who had previously played football enthusiastically. But gradually the surprise passed, and some combative guy of fifteen years slammed in his hands, and after a moment everyone else supported him. Honestly, it was... surprisingly nice. And to prolong this feeling, I, not realizing what else I wanted to do, just jumped forward and up, making a double somersault and landing in the rack, which caused a new series of applause and approval screams. And after a couple of moments, the boys surrounded me, asking what it was just, how much I studied to do it all, and whether they themselves could learn the same.

I poorly imagined that I would answer these questions, because I would not tell them that I was only in two aikido training sessions, because they would not believe it, but I did not want to lie for something. He barely rebuffed, saying that everything depends only on themselves, and with due diligence they themselves will be able to achieve this. When they caught fire, they demanded that I have the address of the hall where I go, and asked what they need in order to study there. Having answered this, he said goodbye and went home. More precisely, I tried, hearing someone call me, and in a rude form. For some reason, I was not even surprised at this and, turning my voice, prepared for disassembly. I saw that some swings were coming to me with highly hypertrophied, and not proportional to the body of the scissors and pectoral muscles, and some small legs against their background. With this thought, involuntarily smirked. That they immediately noticed those swings and, approaching me, almost without swinging, tried to push me in the chest. To my surprise, the same guy who first slammed in the palm of his hand blocked their path and gave out the following passage:

"If you were coming from here, hoarse, I'll tell you the wrong grandfather, he'll teach you a word!"

"What am I your grandfather?" Moreover, he is already retired! Pshel from here! Now we will teach this upstart and go further on our business.

At this moment, looking around, I realized why these swings attached to me. A little aside, the girls stood and strongly built my eyes, apparently, they did not like it. Hoarse, and his voice was really very hoarse for his age, without putting things in a long box, punched the guy with a blow in the stomach. He tried to defend himself, but where against this buggy. He, considering the case to be over, passed by the twisted guy, punching him in the face on the way, and went to me, intending to repeat the blow that had come out so successfully. I never loved hams, and at school I never let such people write off, purely from the principle, and for this they did not love me in response. And sometimes they scorned me after school and tried to do all kinds of nasty things, even beat me, the crowd is unwise. But beat competently, so that without traces. I defended myself, however, desperately, trying to inflict as much damage as possible, and then I took revenge on them, and took revenge brutally.

For example, he took slippery machine oil and squeezed their steps, knowing exactly when exactly one of these bastards, and not an accidental student, would pass through them. Everything ended for them most often with fractures and severe dislocations. He threw laxatives and vomits at their lunches, shaming these bastards for the whole school, framed everything in such a way that they were accused of theft, hooliganism, and so on. Not much that a savvy guy with free Internet access and strong motivation can come up with. Most often, this ended with the translation of mine, and not only my offenders, but after a while someone noticed that all kinds of oddities begin to happen to those who stick to me. I don't know who could notice this, but there is a fact, and rumors immediately spread around the school that it was better not to contact me, it really even satisfied me. And now for the first time I wanted to punish the bastard clearly and in front of everyone, so that there was no doubt that I did it. Turning his fist aside, he broke his brush along the way and punched from his leg in the groin, kneeling in the face. His "friends," seeing this case, shouted at me, but they also suffered the same fate - to whom he broke his leg, to whom his arm, and to whom he threw his ribs, and to one, without calculating his strength, he punched into the larynx. And he instantly fell to the ground, staring with glazed eyes into the sky. Realizing that he had done irreversible, he was terribly frightened and looked back at the shocked faces of others. To be honest, I did not expect that everything would turn out so tough, but rather even cruel! I realized that I got in, since someone was already filming all this on the phone, and others were calling, apparently, the police and the ambulance. Then suddenly before my eyes everything flashed. When I was clear before my eyes, I realized that I was again standing opposite Hoarse and his company. And they were all intact and unharmed, and Hoarse, apparently, still did not hit that guy.

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