Path book 1 Igor

Her name is Ratnait T'rann. Uncle Dahya's wife's name is Kasia, and she is a housewife. So, when they all came to us for the first time, my younger brother turned exactly one year old. We sat and chatted. Cassia told the legends about the history of the Turians and their spirits. Tael was sipping vodka through a straw, playing preference with Dad and Dahi. Well, we were playing monopoly in a tight group.

We ate the cake and drank the compote. There's a really awesome pool here in the garden, and I love swimming. In general, the Azari love the pool the most, they feel like fish in it, you can't drive them out. Then there are people, it depends on individual preferences. Batarians are indifferent. Turians rather do not like, although they swim with pleasure on the shoals. But our Drell doesn't wear it. They built a dry room for him in the pantry, where the humidity is about five percent, and there are some salts in the air that are useful for drells. This is probably the prevention of Kapral's syndrome. And his name is Feron!

Two months later. The Whisper Ranch

It's time for the holidays, so I'm sitting on the porch of our house right now, with an album on my lap, and pretending to draw. In fact, I shamelessly warm my ears listening to the conversation between my father and his assistant, the Batarian Anker Natol, sitting on wicker chairs in the middle of the lawn. Avanti is sitting next to her, with a similar album on her lap, and, sticking out her tongue from diligence, she is drawing something with colored pencils. Actually, she has a real gift for drawing. What I do with effort and effort, she does somehow by herself. After introducing her to the album and showing her the basics, I was just amazed at how fast she was progressing. She should be an artist! Even now, when I looked at her album, I saw our cat lying on the grass with a lazy expression on his face, and all this in small strokes, and so accurately conveys the mood.... Alas, I can never do that.

"Listen, Anker," my father says, "What's wrong with you, you haven't been yourself for the second week, what happened?"

"I haven't heard from my brother for a long time. Neither from himself, nor from his family. Saer is worried!"

"I thought you said his contract was ending. I got him engaged to us, agreed with the Agehik, he punched the management. Everyone agrees to accept him and his family."

"That seems to be the problem. Someone must have betrayed my brother for lathering up to us, and in the border systems of the Hegemony they look askance at this."

"This way, normal conditions would be created for the reasonable, and they would not have to catch their own population trying to run away wherever they look, just to get away from their native state."

"This is what you have here at RM, just like in the legends. At first, we all couldn't believe that this was happening. I kept waiting for a trick, when they would start to squeeze. It was only a year later that I believed that everything that was written in the contract was being fulfilled."

"The main resource of any state or corporation, even a family, is people. These are not factories, steamships, ships and junk. These are the ones who create, produce, mine, build, transport, and raise the next generation. Invest in the sensible ones, and you'll get a hundredfold return. RM has been pursuing such a policy for two hundred years, so the corporation is in third place in the list of the strongest companies in the Alliance of Systems, and it is included in the hundred of Citadel Space. What about the Hegemony?"

"I'm not arguing, Michael. I'm not arguing... I'm just worried about my brother."

"Shall we have a drink? Would you like some cognac?"

"What? The real one? Terran?"

"Yeah! Moldovan! Maybe not the best, but still. A friend gave it to me, my friends on Earth bought it, and they sent the box to me. Ah... pour it. I'll try again.

The father went into the house, and Anker stared at the sky with a kind of detached look. His emotions were filled with longing and fear, but there was a hint of hope somewhere. That's right, Uncle Anker is a normal man. Kind, hardworking, good-looking, straight arms. Dad is very pleased with him. And Hegemony is just such a dump with slavery from the lower castes, with bonded contracts... wolfish capitalism in all its glory. I once asked him, "Uncle Anker, why do your people put up with all this, and not take up arms and restore order in the country?" He replied that only overseers, police, army and family members of corporate heads can have weapons in the Hegemony. The rest, if caught with a gun, immediately die. Well, except for the pirate squads, those are actually supported and under the roof of the same corporations. In general, hopelessness. That leaves the Batarians to run anywhere, mostly to the Omega.

"Da-ad! Da-ad! Look how I drew a Barsik!" Gina came skipping up to him.

"Well, let me see," Coel took the album and stared at the drawing with admiration.

"Do you like it?" Avanti asked, looking lovingly at her father.

"Very!" Anaker replied and hugged his daughter tightly to him.

He loved his daughter. I loved her so much that I could feel it from afar. My father loves me very much too, but here it was just painful. Gina feels it and twists the ropes out of her father just like that. Even now, he's clutching her so tightly, as if he's afraid she'll disappear.

"Dad! You'll strangle me!" Gina wheezed.

Then my father came out of the house, holding a bottle and two glasses in his left hand, and a saucer with sliced lemon in his right. He put everything on the table, sat down in an armchair, opened a bottle that made a "pou" sound, and poured the golden liquid into glasses.

"For luck, Anchor! Your brother will need it!"

" Good luck, Michael!"

They clinked glasses.

Avanti is already back next to me on the porch, and again she is drawing something on a new sheet, periodically glancing at me. Her emotions are filled with fun and some kind of... adoration. Why she treats me like this, I just don't understand. Can she feel me? When I was the Messiah before, children and teenagers always stuck to me.

* * *

I myself am red-haired and green-eyed, and my hair is such a bright color that I stand out among the kindergarten kids like a fly agaric on moss. Seen from afar. And my eye color is malachite green, bright and saturated. The doctors were perplexed at first, they said that people do not have such an eye color. Dad also kept wondering who I was like, there had never been any redheads in the family, either on my father's side or on my mother's. The father himself is light-haired and blue-eyed, a true Northerner. Mom has dark blond hair, with almost steel-gray eyes. And all the brothers, who are more like their father, who are like their mother, I'm the only one with red hair. Although I'm not offended. I'm always red-haired when I come as the messiah. But it's the first time I've had such greenish eyes. Damn, they almost glow in the dark.

Anyway, we decided to check it out. They took my blood, went to a hospital in the city, did an analysis with the construction of a model for deciphering the genetic code, and got a blue-eyed blond man. We were very surprised, rechecked, and the result remained unchanged.

Then Uncle Dahi and Aunt Ratnet got caught up in professional curiosity: How can this be? We picked up the mother's medical record, checked all the events during pregnancy and found out that, at the sixth month, an accident occurred at the enrichment complex: a pipeline with some kind of terrible chemical reagent for extracting element zero from the rock broke! A lot of intelligent people were poisoned, it's a good thing they didn't die. Well, then my mother worked in a factory emergency room and, helping the victims, she also got poisoned. That's how this reagent worked on me. How many arguments did we have in the kitchen about this?... Exposure to the "zero element" seemed to be a plus, but so far no effects have been noticeable. Anyway, it's not bad for me to be a redhead. I've already gotten used to my fiery hair. And my red wings look beautiful on her background.

"Hey, hey! Igor! Ava-anti! Let's go for a walk!" there was a loud shout from the gate. Nasar was swinging on it like on a swing.

"And where will we go?" Jean asked.

It doesn't matter. Let's go to Uncle Aegikh, let him tell us a story about the Fleet.

"Come on!" I say and throw the album on the porch. Avanti puts hers carefully, before closing and putting the pencils in the box. Keep an eye on them! I hear my father's voice and, turning around, I see a Barsik trotting after us.

Chapter 3. It seems to be an ordinary life.

Igor (Mendoir, October-November 2358)

Picnic

The city of Leonov, October 10, 2358

I'm sitting high, I'm looking far away! Even above one and a half meters. Between my legs is the back of my head with blond curly hair, and under my ass are skinny boyish shoulders. I hold my brother's forehead with my hands and prevent him from turning his head, which he periodically resents.

"Little snake! Take your hands off, I can't see anything under my feet! Come on! There are roots all around!"

"Igor! Let's crash now!" And you squint your eyes! That's how it will be seen!

"Am I a mud crab? My eyes are not on stalks!"

"Then I'll hold on to you hair. They're long and soft, just for my hands!"

"No, not by the hair! Little snake, you're going to rip them all out for me! And I won't rip anything out! You've got them firmly in place! Binna is walking next to us, bursting with fun, listening to our bickering. For my brothers, Binka, and for me, for some time, Binochka. That's what I called it in the summer, when I asked my brothers to go fishing, but they didn't want to take it. They say I'm still small. So I plugged it in. I cried in her lap, she felt sorry for me and put pressure on my brothers, but they can't refuse Binna. They took me with them. I've been calling her Binochka ever since.

"Snake, what are you going to do there?"

"I'm going to give you a head massage, Deniska!" I say and start gently massaging my brother's head with my fingers. He's got a little headache, but at least I'll heal up a little.

"Then I'm definitely going to fall!"

"I'll fall for you! Okay, you drop me, so you can still spill two buckets of barbecue, and not only will I not forgive you, no one will forgive you! I'll fall for you! Okay, you drop me, so you can still spill two buckets of barbecue, and not only will I not forgive you, no one will forgive you!"

"Ha ha ha! That's for sure, we won't forgive!" — Binna laughs loudly.

"Oh, right? Are you ganging up on poor me? Uh-oh! The conspirators! I won't carry you back in the evening, you'll know, you red-haired arrogant!"

"Well, Dishya!" I hug my brother's head and speak softly in his ear.

"I'm sorry, asshole, I won't do this anymore! I'll give you a "I won't"! Do the massage next, and I'll keep a better eye on my feet. Hehe!

I gently let the energy flow through my fingers, massaging my brother's head. Well, he's had a headache this morning.

"Ah-ha-ha-ha! Comedians! No circus is needed!" Binna is pouring in.

I look at her with a smile, gently massaging my brother's head. He grunts with pleasure and slowly turns his head, putting different places under my fingers. Well, at least my brother felt better. Otherwise, we're going on a holiday, it's not a good idea to go to rest with a sore head.

We're all going on a picnic together. All of them are my family, the Tanir family as a whole, Aegih'rigar, Aunt Ratnet with her daughter Binna and Avanti with her mother Saer, plus, Polkasha and Bars. Today is October 10, colony Day, on this truly historic day for Mendoir, 13 years ago, the first colonist set foot on its surface, and it doesn't really matter that there were sixty thousand of them. Avanti's father is the senior shift engineer on duty today, and his brother Balhaar is his assistant. Yes, his brother was found, he flew in at the end of June.

At that time, my father was urgently taken to Gagarin Port along with Anker, right from Deniska's birthday. When they returned a couple of hours later, a tall, thin Batarian, who looked exactly like Anker, only ten years younger, and a young, thin Batarian, his brother's wife, got out of our flyer with them. And they don't have any children yet. At that time, my father was urgently taken to Gagarin Port along with Anker, right from Deniska's birthday. When they returned a couple of hours later, a tall, thin Batarian, who looked exactly like Anker, only ten years younger, and a young, thin Batarian, his brother's wife, got out of our flyer with them.

And they don't have any children yet. A regiment of gray shaggy torpedoes rushes through the park, pestering other groups of walkers, but no one is afraid of him. On the contrary, everyone is clutching and trying to shove delicious things, which this shameless gobbler uses, especially since he knows most of the residents of the town, because he often walks with his older brothers in the park. Polkan is a unique dog: the only one in the entire Mendoire from the "Guardian" program. These dogs were jointly developed by Terran and Salarian geneticists, according to a common program for the protection of hazardous industries and special facilities. And my maternal uncle brought it to the folder as a gift from the command, in connection with his retirement. It's inconceivable how he got it, these dogs are still microscopically few. Well, yes, there is probably a lot available to the Rear Admiral, Deputy Commander of the Fifth Fleet of the Alliance of Systems. My mother's name was Hackett when she was a girl. Can you guess who my uncle is? It's not surprising that he pushed all the hemorrhoids of the Alliance onto the hero in the game, it's so family-friendly!

Barsik was pacing sedately behind Deniska and me, while not taking his attentive green eyes off me. He is also not a simple cat at all, but, as it turned out, from the CADIZ Alliance program (1). These are specially bred genetically modified cats with improved skeletons, intelligence, lifespan and a general list of improvements on three A4 sheets. Moreover, there are two models: civilian and military, differing only in color. Military cats and cats are gray, while civilians are red. It would be quite easy to get such a cat, if there was money: they cost from 300 thousand credits, like a branded flyer from Illium manufacturers, and they are wildly popular with the Asari. He was given to his parents as a wedding present, in a fold, by dad's carriage and mom's colleagues from the hospital. I have a backpack full of disposable paper dishes on my back. There is also an album made not of paper, but of paper paper. It's a kind of sheet plastic, very flexible and durable, used everywhere instead of paper, and repeatedly. All offices on the planet are required to maintain document management on it and dispose of the used one for disposal, for violation they are punished. Disposable items are made from easily degradable materials such as paper or rapidly oxidizing metals. It is enough to throw an empty tin can into a campfire, and there is no can. Although bonfires are not allowed in the city park, everyone uses electric fireplaces. Deniska, besides me, carries two buckets of pickled meat. Binna is walking next to us, still giggling periodically, followed by Azat with Nasar on his shoulders and carrying two folding chairs. Ivan sits proudly on Leshka, twirls, fidgets and periodically screams: