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Armies of demons, led by Lucifer himself, are trying to invade our world. Since the Fall. Satan seeks to enslave our planet. Unfortunately, the devil knows how to deceive naive people well. Using human fears, vices, dreams and desires, he tries to escape from his imprisonment in Hell. Unfortunately, many people believe the false promises of the tempter and begin to help him. Only the knights of the holy order can hold back the demonic hordes from invading our real world.

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Christina always listened to her "inner voice". However, that evening, she decided that her feelings of impending problems were just echoes of recent stresses. Therefore, when a friend offered to have a good rest in an excellent nightclub, the main character immediately accepted this offer. Christina did not even suspect what trouble she got into by agreeing to have a good evening. Now she has to unravel the ancient secrets, avoid many dangers and save not only herself, but the whole world.

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Ancient secrets, deadly mercenaries, ancient spells and infernal entities, valiant paladins, all this is collected in one wonderful work. You can download the book "Knights of the Faith" fb2 without registration from our website. The main character will have a real battle with a creature that has been striving to destroy humanity for thousands of years. Only an order of brave knights can protect the people from Baphomet and his armies of demons. Is it possible that there is a traitor among the knights? Christina, the main character of the book, will have to understand the ancient secrets, saving the earth.

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Christina felt that she should not follow her friend's lead, but nevertheless gave in and agreed to go to the club with her, not suspecting what tragic events this would lead to. Now you have to deal with ancient secrets, an unexpected inheritance and save your life. A rather difficult task when the Executioner goes hunting and it is not known who will be punished by the smashing hand of justice.

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I liked the book as a whole. The author clearly knows how to interest the reader, and throughout the whole work there is a feeling of mystery, and the further the main character makes her way in her own investigation, the more interesting it is to find out how her search will end. After all, the girl had to fight with a real ancient horror.

The characters are thought out quite competently, each has its own story and a set of certain individual characteristics. How strange, but the characters act in a variety of ways, not in a stereotyped way, making decisions in a given situation, based on the experience they have experienced and gained. The combination of these factors allows us to say that the book may interest the reader.

Klarissa

The intersection of several realities and the description of the psychology of demons is a rather interesting and non-standard solution for the author of the book. I didn’t like a little that women are presented in the work as the main accomplices of universal evil. However, for some reason, the author so wanted it, and this is his decision. I don't like this kind of situation. As for the plot, it is quite decent a bit of mystery, a bit of mysticism and, most importantly, an abundance of bloody scenes and real meat from demons. The main character is quite sweet, but constantly tries to prove that she is independent and independent. This is the source of all her problems. In some episodes, Christina wears a bitch mask, which she does not succeed at all.

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Prologue

“Your Grace, mail from France!” The servant entered the office. - Just delivered.

The owner of the office, a stately elderly man, looked up from the paper, which he had carefully studied a moment ago, and impatiently held out his hand.

Having opened one of the two letters, he immersed himself in reading, and then, in annoyance, threw the sheets away, fixed a thoughtful glance out the window. It was raining lightly outside. Drip-drip-drip…

The beat of drops on the glass coincided with the beat of strong, knotty fingers on the cloth of the table top. The news was disappointing. Too late, they discovered the infection, and once again an overwhelming burden fell on the shoulders of the Order to exterminate it and protect the inhabitants.

It only remained to regret that the fires of the Inquisition remained in the distant past. In those days, they were closer than ever to victory, but the women ... these cunning creatures of Satan managed to hide, and the brothers did not manage to completely destroy the filth. Women again cloud the heads of the stronger sex of humanity, dreaming of ruling the world through men.

A hotbed of infection appeared in France. With great difficulty, the bloodhounds managed to trace the location, but they did not have time, and now they will have to reap the consequences. Madame Damal, nee Boufome, closed her atelier about six years ago and disappeared without a trace. She can't be found now.

Only the eyes of a consecrated person saw the truth. "Bufome" is a corruption of "Baphomet". One of the names of Satan. Women, like their progenitor Eve, who tempted Adam and caused the expulsion from Paradise, continue to sow the seeds of chaos. They're perverting God's plan!

The word "Baphomet", read from right to left "Temohpab", is notarikon - an acronym for the first letters of the following wording: "Templi omnium hominum pacis abbas". Translated from Latin means: "The Rector of the Temple of the Peace of All People." Only men can rule the world! Women, like their progenitor, stop at nothing in their insidious desire to change the order of things and subjugate men to themselves. Dare to claim their rights! Where is the world heading?!

A heavy burden lay on the shoulders of the responsibility for the cause to which he devoted his whole life, like all his ancestors before him. I was glad that the Order was able to keep its existence in secret, at the same time only expanding with each century and acquiring brothers faithful to their mission on this earth.

Having driven away fatigue, the owner of the office returned to business. It was necessary to send as many bloodhounds as possible to France. Women are careless and often give themselves away. Let the townsfolk be blind, but, fortunately, there are people who know what to look for and what to pay attention to.

There was one more letter left. Already without any impatience, he opened it, roughly imagining what would be discussed. A sly, satisfied smile appeared on his face. The news was encouraging. He would like to see the face of prisoner Margareta Gertrude Zelle, better known in society under the pseudonym Mata Hari, when things are delivered to her before her execution. No wonder their man became her lawyer! He managed to win trust, just masterfully playing admiration and falling in love. At the trial, he even knelt down, asking for indulgence for her!

The bird did not even suspect that this time it was not she who was hunting, but her. It was he who, playing on an exorbitantly inflated conceit, subtly led the dancer of exotic dances to the idea that she could charm the soldiers who were supposed to shoot her, and then they would stand up for her by taking her out of prison. The lawyer himself promised to organize a further escape and escape with the prisoner from the country.

She jumped at the chance for salvation, already imagining the hype in the newspapers about how men did not raise their hands to carry out an unjust sentence. Accustomed to the power of her charm, the woman did not see the catch. Margaret reported the location of the cache where she kept the bodice and gloves. The lawyer was supposed to give her these things, along with a suit that was sewn specifically for the execution. But Mata Hari is waiting for NEW gloves and a blouse instead of a bodice, as her things are already on their way to the Order, where they will be destroyed.

Stupid woman! Feeling the power and strength of charm, she completely lost her head and decided to try herself in the field of espionage, feeling complete impunity. How wrong she was! Since ancient times, there have been forces in this world that keep order and punish people like her.

Chapter 1

I opened my eyes and took a deep breath. The appetizing vanilla smell of pancakes, insidiously sneaking into the room, was able to raise the dead, and not just me, who was dreaming of sleeping off on my legal day off. Mom cooks delicious, and for the sake of this it is worth getting out of a warm bed.

Parent's pancakes are something! Thin, lacy and literally melt in your mouth. Inexplicably turning off the brain, forcing you to forget about calories and diet. We haven't been spoiled like this in a long time. Since spring, Mommy has put me and my father on a healthy diet, trying to get in shape for the summer. She is losing weight, and we suffer! This year, this impulse dragged on for the entire summer period, and we had to feed ourselves in other places. After all the useful things at home, I really wanted to eat something no less harmful. My dad and I felt almost like criminals, driving into McDonald's and munching on French fries and a hamburger.

Now the smell of pancakes has become a harbinger of the fact that the time of restrictions is over and we will be spoiled with casseroles, pies and other high-calorie goodies. Long live autumn! Finally, mom decided to relax and oh healthy eating won't remember until spring. Such a prospect pleased me, and with a cheerful gait I trotted off to wash my face.

- Good morning! - Fresh as a May rose, I appeared in the kitchen.

- Kind! - blissfully squinting, my father supported me, not taking his eyes off my wife, who was turning over another pancake in a frying pan.

And why does she torture herself with diets? Think you've shed those extra five kilos. But daddy devours her with happy eyes right now, when she is cooking. He has something recent times my eyes didn’t shine so much, now I just felt superfluous in my native kitchen. I understand everything, but at the moment they just licked my mother with a look. Oh, once again I am convinced that men love when they are fed deliciously!

- Awoke? - the parent turned to me with a smile, while deftly turning the pan over and adding a pancake to the pile on the plate.

Can you sleep with these smells? I smiled as I plopped down into a chair.

I decided to please you. Haven't cooked something delicious in a long time.

“For a long time…” A mournful sigh escaped by itself. I also decided to make you happy. Here, - I put tickets to the operetta theater.

I know she loves musicals. I confess, it was a bribe, but it was not needed. Usually, after going to the theater, my mother is in high spirits, she is drawn to cook something delicious. And then it so happened that my students returned after the summer to English lessons, and I had a lot of money from classes, and even a poster caught my eye.

It’s good that today my father is euphoric from the appetizing smells that settled in the kitchen and forgave me this step. It’s just that he just can’t stand musicals, but stoically accompanies his wife to all performances.

- What is it? - Putting the frying pan, my mother picked up the tickets. - Kristina?! - happily and at the same time reproachfully that I spent my money, she looked at me.

“Mommy, give me pancakes, and I’ll buy tickets for you every week!”

I, of course, got excited, because my father grunted a warning, and my mother threw him a mocking look. His dislike of art was a joke in our family. It was especially often remembered how he once fell asleep during a performance and to shouts from the stage: “He is dead! Killed!" answered awake: “What are you yelling at? Take me to the morgue!"

The hall collapsed with laughter. What to do, my father is a surgeon and was not getting enough sleep after the shift.

- Thanks! she kissed me quickly, hugging me, and returned to the stove. “Now, there’s a couple more tests left.”

I took a cup and poured myself freshly brewed blackcurrant, honey and mint tea. I love it!

- What are your plans for today? the father asked.

- Get some sleep. They asked us something there, I went to Sasha, I promised to help her, and in the evening the student.

- Take you? he dutifully clarified. Of course, this used to be a legitimate excuse to sneak out of the house and go to McDonald's with me, but now that my mother has awakened culinary enthusiasm, no amount of gingerbread will budge him.

- Near here. No need.

Then a plate of pancakes was placed in front of us, and the conversation faded by itself, as saliva flowed.

Feeling like a boa constrictor, she crawled into her room to fill up, leaving her parents in the kitchen. Mom just got on the Internet to look up information about the musical and twittered something to her father, who managed to make an interested face. At the same time, I was ready to bet that at the moment all her words passed by his consciousness, since he was still eating, savoring every pancake.

"How good!" - stretched out on the bed. There was still time, and I fell asleep in the most blissful mood, waking up only at noon. Through a dream, I heard how my parents were going to the hypermarket for groceries, and was not surprised that there was no one in the apartment.

"Aren't you sleeping?" - typed a message to a friend, knowing that she also likes to lie around on the weekends.

“I got up already. Come. The sooner we start, the sooner we finish. Have you thought of going to the club with us?”

"Not. Today without me.

Tickets to the theater turned out to be a pretty penny, and I didn’t want to stay completely at zero. My father could give me a lift, but I wasn't so burned to go somewhere. In addition, after classes with Mikhail, who refused to learn grammar for the second year, I felt squeezed like a lemon.

"Pig".

“Oink-oink! I have a student, you know."

"Lame excuse".

I grunted as I read the message, and then another one came: “Okay, come to me.”

“Maybe you are with me? Mine are gone."

"Not. Grandma is grumbling today. Come, she loves you."

I chuckled. Her grandmother was really strict and kept Sasha in a tight rein, not greeting her friends. We have been friends since childhood, and I was almost the only one who was admitted to their house. Adelaida Stefanovna is an outstanding woman. Frenchwoman, widow of a Russian diplomat. Her aristocratic manner and appearance broke the habitual image of our grandmothers. When you come to visit them, it seems that you get an appointment with the queen.

Strange, but I was not afraid of her. My own grandparents on my father's side have long been in heaven, and on my mother's side they live in Altai. We see each other infrequently, and I became attached to Adelaide Stefanovna, admiring her. Behind the external severity and impregnability, I saw a kind heart. If Sasha and I got it, then for the cause, and thanks to her upbringing, we felt comfortable in any society. With her, we visited exhibitions and museums, could keep up a conversation about painting and art, and did not hang out in restaurants, wondering what kind of fork to eat. In their house, for every holiday, the table is served in a way that is not in every restaurant.

I won’t say that our families are friends, rather they became acquainted thanks to us. They moved here when I was six. After the death of her husband, Adelaida Stefanovna did not want to live in the old apartment, and she liked our quiet area in Kuzminki. Her only son followed in the footsteps of his father and, together with his wife, disappears abroad in diplomatic missions. Since high school, she has been raising her granddaughter by herself.

We live in the same yard, went to the same school and even entered the same institute foreign languages. Just thanks to Sasha's grandmother, I fell in love with French since childhood and learned it, although we had English at school. When the opportunity arose to choose, I also took Spanish for myself, but Sasha limited herself to two languages. Personally, I like my studies and the chosen specialty, which cannot be said about my friend. She sleeps and sees when she can get crusts and go to her parents. Those, by the way, wanted to send her to study abroad, but Adelaida Stefanovna intervened, and the granddaughter stayed at home. The authority of a mother over her son is indisputable.

I think that's why he comes so rarely. I somehow accidentally heard his wife scolding, reproaching that an adult and successful man cannot say a word against his mother, agreeing with her in everything. Or maybe the whole point is that Adelaida Stefanovna cannot stand her daughter-in-law, and she reciprocates with her.

Going to visit, I spent a little more time than usual, paying attention to hair and clothes. You won’t come to your friend in any case. The fact is that when you see the always strictly dressed Adelaide Stefanovna, with a hair-to-hair hairdo, you inevitably want to match.

Having collected everything necessary in a bag, she closed the apartment and left. As I exited the elevator, I was greeted with:

- Hello, Lord!

The toy terrier sniffed me benevolently. This dog was unique - it knew all the tenants and never rushed at them, but as soon as a stranger appeared, its shrill barking was heard up to the landing of the ninth floor.

- Hello, Dim! Walked? I asked the teenager holding the leash. We lived on the same floor.

“Yes, the weather is good,” the guy was embarrassed, clutching a small rubber ball in his hands. He looks about thirteen or fourteen years old, and recently, when we met, he began to react strangely to me.

Smiling at him, I stepped aside to let them into the elevator.

And it was really good outside. The sun gently warmed, and in the eyes rippled from the bright autumn foliage. I love this time of year. I even regretted that it was not far to go - we live in the same yard - I would love to take a walk in the fresh air. It's a shame that in such weather you have to pore over graphs and charts.

When I called, the housekeeper opened the door.

Before going to Alex, I went into the living room to say hello to the mistress of the house.

How are you, Christina? She looked at me benevolently, putting down her book. Adelaida Stefanovna, as always, looked flawless. Gray hair is pulled back in an elegant hairstyle, light makeup, earrings with pearls in the ears. Home attire was a dark blue blouse with a collar and a beige skirt, in which you could go for a walk even now. A large ebony bracelet on her arm stood out a little from the image. I knew right away that she was having an asthma attack. She usually puts it on and strokes it. Says it's calming. Now I understand why Sasha complains. Her grandmother does not like to feel weak and is in a slightly grouchy mood after an attack.

- Thanks, everything is fine. Are we going to work with Alex?

- I'm glad you came. It's time for Alexandra to get down to business. Will you dine with us?

“With pleasure,” I agreed, estimating that we would sit down for a long time. She did not ask about her well-being, she did not like it.

Having paid tribute to courtesy, she slipped away to her friend. As soon as I went to her, it became clear why she did not meet me - headphones were in her ears, and she herself was lounging on the couch, buried in a glossy magazine.

- Enough nonsense to suffer! I took off my friend's headphones. Her long brown hair fell out to the floor, and I was careful not to step on it.

- Look at those boots! - Dreamily poked a finger in the photo, lovingly stroking.

This is what Alex is all about. Her weakness was shoes, and she could admire the model she liked endlessly, forgetting about everything.

- Stop meditating! We have jobs through the roof.

You know how to spoil all the fun.

- Sash, tomorrow you yourself will whine that nothing is ready and what you poor thing to do.

My friend winced slightly as she now preferred to be called Alex, but I couldn't help myself. Has got used since the childhood, and sometimes escaped.

“If you light it up well today, then tomorrow you definitely won’t be up to it,” she gave another argument.

Chris, come with us! She immediately grabbed my words. - Bekasova wants to join us. You know that if you do not take it, there will be resentment for a long time. She will drink Yulia and Olga later, and Adam said that with a vip-card you can take no more than one or two people with you, if without it.

- Sure? Maybe he just doesn't want you hanging out there without him in a big company?

I don't know, but I don't want to check. I'll hang myself if Adam has to call.

- Why? He'll be happy.

She just snorted at that, closing the magazine and standing up. Our classmate has long fallen for a friend, but she only twisted her nose, laughing sarcastically that she was not his Eve. By the way, it was his father who recently opened a new club, and it was thanks to a fellow student that Sasha and I became owners of the coveted pass.

- Echidna! As a person I ask, let's go.

“Not this time.” I shook my head. We squabbled a little more, but I was adamant, and still got down to business. They asked a lot, and it was not worth wasting time.

Vlad Savitsky felt a trickle of cold sweat slowly creeping down his spine. Under the gaze of the interlocutor, he wanted to fall through the ground.

“So, you mean you were in a hurry to invite me?” - said Bogdan Kovalsky.

Unusually light gray eyes, coldly looking at him, coupled with a quiet voice, evoked such horror that Vlad's knees trembled. Although it was impossible to read anything in the face of the guest, he felt with his skin that they were dissatisfied with him.

- Excuse me, your coffee. The secretary came into the office with a tray. Vlad had never been so happy to see her. The short skirt revealed her slender legs, and Kovalsky's gaze traveled to the visible lace of stockings, and then rose higher and dived into the hollow between the magnificent breasts, which was opened by the immodest neckline of a white blouse.

God knows, Savitsky blessed the heavens for the first time that he hired this beautiful doll, the main advantages of which were bright appearance and the ability to do a blowjob. Even if there was no interest in the gaze of the interlocutor, there was a lazy male interest. The secretary distracted Kovalsky's attention for a while, and Vlad was able to take a breath. And when she left the office, he gathered himself and said decisively:

“I would say that providence itself intervened!” The house burned down and the body was identified. The investigation revealed an accident. Here is the conclusion, - he took out a form from the folder and put it on the table. We're sorry that you were called in vain.

“I don't trust official authorities. Let our people work.

The guest did not even spare the document a glance and crossed his fingers. A ring flashed on his hand. Savitsky swallowed, averted his eyes, and hastily nodded:

- Of course. Already working.

- I'm waiting for the results, and provide all the materials on the observation of the object.

Jets of water washed away fatigue. Flight exhausted. The meeting with Savitsky did not add to the mood. It appeared that he had flown in vain and that the heavens had done the work for him. He did not like such "gifts". It's better to figure it all out yourself. At the same time, he looked into the local branch of the charitable foundation, making a stir with his unexpected visit. At first glance, things were going well there, and Bogdan had not yet decided whether he needed to stay and arrange an inspection. He did not like Russia, preferring Europe. In principle, his presence is not so necessary. If you don't like something, you can send people from your team here. For now, he just observes and makes up his mind.

Reaching out his hand, he increased the pressure of the water, and then turned on the cold one. Gritting his teeth, he held his time and changed to piping hot. The shower stall was filled with steam. Then cold again. Hot. Cold. Turning off the water, he shook his blond hair. Another thing. A contrast shower has always invigorated and clarified thoughts.

After rubbing his rosy skin with a towel, he threw on a bathrobe and stepped out of the bathroom into the luxuriously furnished hotel room.

Traveling frequently, he valued comfort, but if he stayed longer than a few days, he preferred to rent a house in the suburbs.

Phone vibrated. Bogdan approached the jacket, thrown on the armchair, took the phone out of his inner pocket and opened the message.

"You're alive, you can't wait. A project in Alberta, just flew in. And the weather here is just disgusting."

Finally! And he decided that the named brother was gone to the ends, since he did not answer for so long. Smiling, he wrote back: “Ha! You have no idea in what conditions I work. Throw off pictures that you can blackmail. Are you up to Christmas? Your father wanted to talk to you. He says that Skype will not replace live communication.

Soon a new message came from Khan: “I will finish before Christmas. And fuck you, not pictures! See you soon, my brother. And be careful."

Bogdan chuckled. Yes, it doesn't hurt to be careful in Russia. These savages are far from civilization, but, on the other hand, everything was an order of magnitude simpler. Russians loved money, everything here was easily bought and sold.

I would like to see Khan. Recently, cases have scattered them around the world.

Memory moved to twenty-one years ago. To Poland. Bogdan from the first day was eyeing the newcomer in their closed school for the elite. Orphan. Sometimes he himself secretly dreamed of being born an orphan. The strict hand of the parent often taught him intelligence, hammering in education, and the mother averted her eyes, carefully pretending that she was not there, and dutifully lowered her head when her husband said that it was her influence and genes. It was then that Bogdan learned not to rely on anyone, to be responsible for his actions and to rely only on himself.

He liked that the newcomer knew nothing about the Kowalski family. In their class, everyone tried to make friends with Bogdan, fawning, or being wary, and Khan was independent. They climbed up to him in the first days, bullying him, but he quickly corrected the noses of the rich sons, and after that they were afraid to attack him openly.

Once Bogdan could not resist and approached him on backyard schools. Carefully concealing his curiosity, he asked about the orphanage where he was brought up, and was surprised that they were not beaten there. Gradually figuring out the circumstances of the life of an orphan, he, without hesitation, would change places with him. Bedtime stories, evening cartoons, board games… All this became a window into a completely different life for him. Bogdan himself was never read fairy tales, and his father considered watching cartoons an empty pastime.

Classmates were perplexed when they saw Kovalsky and the orphan together. They would be even more surprised to hear what they are talking about. And Khan told Bogdan fairy tales and recalled funny stories from life in the orphanage. And so their friendship was born, which from year to year became only stronger.

The tablet came to life, calling on Skype. Sister. He was always happy with her.

- Are you hiding from me? she asked immediately, raising her eyebrows angrily. Looking at the stern expression on his face, so out of harmony with the angelic features, he grinned at the blond imp.

- I guessed. From you only in the bathroom and you can hide.

She thawed at the sight of his wet hair, but didn't show it.

- And I'll get it there!

- I know. It was you who, as a child, snuck into my shower in order to find out how girls differ from boys.

- Don't remind me! I still have not healed psychological trauma. And you owe me!

- Again?! – Bogdan pretended to be horrified. “I’m also traumatized for life! Do you remember how you pulled your hands to the saint and asked to touch?

They laughed and in a different tone Irene said:

Brother, save! My mother got me with her social life and charity committee meetings. I'm climbing the wall. Don't get killed! May I come to you?

"For you to kill me?" I'm currently inspecting the local charitable branch.

- Don't say that word! the girl groaned, theatrically covering her eyes with her hand.

- But I know that ... - Bogdan mysteriously lowered his voice and through his spread fingers looked at him with an interested blue eye, - in the province of Alberta, the weather is disgusting and it would not hurt to shake the handsome prince out of melancholy.

Is Han there? – the sister started up, leaning towards the screen, and her eyes lit up in anticipation.

“There, there,” he chuckled, already imagining Khan’s reaction when this restless natural disaster fell on his head. - I think that father will not mind your trip, because your engagement is not far off.

– And you there too?! He is like a brother to me!!! - from resentment, Irene was ready to incinerate him with an angry look.

It’s immediately obvious that they got her completely at home, since she reacts like that. No, she definitely needs to air out and change the situation.

“So tell your father about this, and then go to the next meeting of the charity committee,” Bogdan twisted his lips mockingly, and the sister immediately pulled herself together. He liked the sly gleam in her eyes.

“Khan is such a cutie…” the prankster fluttered her eyelashes, twisting a blond curl around her finger.

“Don’t overdo it,” he chuckled in response, “but you’re moving in the right direction.

“I’ll go and rehearse,” Irene said in a businesslike tone. - Love you!

And I - you, - Bogdan said to the already empty screen.

Knowing his sister, Khan soon expected a surprise in her face.

No sooner had I put my tablet down than my cell phone rang. Looking at the flashing number, he couldn't help but smile wryly. They saw Christophe for the last time in Vienna. Is he in Russia? A short conversation confirmed that yes, and they are even in the same city. We agreed to meet in the evening and discuss the news.

The conversation was interrupted by the trilling of the internal telephone of the hotel room. Quickly saying goodbye and chuckling at his popularity, he picked up the phone. It turns out that a courier from the fund came with documents that Bogdan asked to prepare and was going to look through in a calm atmosphere. He had had enough of the commotion that had formed in the company's office due to his unexpected arrival.

- Let it rise.

"Surprises!" – mentally held out a man, opening the door. He was just going to take the papers, but the long-legged beauty forced him to change plans and step aside, letting her into the room. The girl went inside, looking around curiously. Bogdan appreciated the rear view, and he liked it.

Stopping, the visitor turned to him. The inviting sparkle of the eyes of a woman confident in her attractiveness did not leave him indifferent. Bogdan noted the careful make-up, scarlet lips, tight-fitting dress. She took off her cloak beforehand and held it in the crook of her arms.

“Here are the documents you asked for,” she held out the folder, but he did not move. The voice of the stranger was pleasant, chesty. “If needed, I can stay and…help.”

Bogdan's gaze slowly traveled from top to bottom and back, appreciating the beauty of the figure.

“Help me,” he decided to accept the gift he had sent and pulled the ends of the soft belt of his robe.

The movement of the shoulders - the robe fell to the feet. In the shower e amused by the greedy look of the girl with which she studied his body. Women often admired Bogdan's athletic build, abs and sculpted muscles.

The guest threw away her raincoat and a folder with documents, from which sheets were waking up on the floor.

Inwardly, Bogdan grimaced, but did not make a remark, looking into the face of a stranger. Nothing, then she will collect everything. He will teach her respectful attitude to papers.

- My name is Zhanna, - said the guest, coming close.

What's the difference! He touched her face, ran his fingers along her chin, pulled away slightly, not allowing himself to be kissed. Only traces of bright lipstick on their lips were not enough! He pressed the girl on the shoulder, forced her to kneel.

Jeanne turned out to be a professional and no additional invitation to get down to business was required.