Virusomahia

Tang wrote a comment: "And we had a strong wind. While everyone is asleep my head is overcoming with dirty thoughts".

"Go away from there, hide from people and take an example from the trees", Perun replied, put the notebook in the bundle and went into the depths of the forest.

One on one with nature

The wind was blowing stronger and ominous thoughts came: first Perun mentally repeated "I'm a tree, I don't care", but nasty thoughts as large hail knocked in his mind. "What kind of monastery is this where the monks have committed a strike? And what is God who allowed this to happen?" Turning with malice to the heavens, Perun remembered Them his mother's death, his childhood in the subway, and the rain lashed his cheeks, shoulders, and penetrated to the last thread. From the top of the hill he looked back at the skete, and saw how the downpour had cooled the hatred of the brethren, and, hiding from it, they went to their cells. Under a sprawling century-old oak, Perun threw off his clothes and squeezed out water, lit a fire with difficulty and began to dry everything that got wet. His hand touched the flame, and the pain cooled the rush of anger. He woke up as if from a dream, pulled his hand back, and began to blow on the burn. "Do not blow the fire of passion, but spit to extinguish it", he recalled the words he had read in the Hermitage. Then he drew a circle around himself, imagining that all the discontent, grumbling, and anger had accumulated here, inside the outlined space, and then he stepped out of it, and immediately he felt relief, as if the evil thoughts were actually held by a closed line. The rain had stopped falling, and from the top he could see that the monks had come out of their cells and began to repair all that they had destroyed… "Well, thank God", he automatically repeated aunt Vera's favorite phrase, and smiled to himself. "Not to blaspheme, but to glorify – that is what creates my soul. I should write in my diary". He opened the notebook and came across Tang's words. "Evil people set fire to our hermitage. I left on Per's advice, but the others died in the fire. May their souls rest in the abodes of the righteous, among their ancestors and forefathers". "What are you going to do now?" Asked her Perun. He described everything that had happened in the skete, and Savva's last words. "I will go to you", Tang replied. "We will continue the search together".

"Then I'm coming to meet you. I go, swim, and fly whatever, but in the end, we will definitely meet." And Perun turned to the South-East, went down the hill and walked along the country road, leaving it whenever a passer-by or a car appeared.

Overnight in an Inn

Crackers supported Perun for several days. But the more he went on, the more he wanted to eat properly, and even the soup that was served in the Skete did not seem so bad. "Everything is learned in comparison, and even the taste of food can be felt differently depending on the mood and degree of hunger…" he decided to write this down on his notebook, and saw Tang's message – she was already near the border with Mongolia. The news from the Internet were not good at all: yesterday's storm caused a malfunction in the work of vaccinated employees. Despite their tranquilizers and inoculations, the strong sweet-and-sour wind made them as irritable as the others. In anger they destroyed offices and left in different directions. The borders were unguarded, and anything could be expected from armed deserters. The authorities did not even try to restore order, as the anger affected everyone without exception. "How are aunt Vera and Lubava with her husband?" Perun thought, putting away the tablet, "it is worth speeding up my search". With a hungry growl in his stomach, he went into a roadside Inn.

"Hello, come in", the innkeeper greeted him affably, but at the same time sternly and carefully examined Perun from head to foot. "Make yourself comfortable, what will you order? "

Perun sat in the corner by the window.

"Don't be afraid. If anyone unhealthy come, I'll put them down with a stun gun", the owner said, pointing to a heavy gun hanging from his belt.

"And if you behave inadequately? " Objected with a smile Perun.

"My wife can cool me worse than a gun", the owner also answered with a smile. Perun sighed with relief, ordered potatoes and borscht, and began to study the news. The sun sank below the horizon, and with the twilight came the cold. Perun paid for the night's lodging and went up to a small room with one bed and a bedside table. Through the wooden wall he could hear the neighbors talking.

"We must drive day and night to reach Gorno-Altaisk in two days", said one.

"I'm ready to do whatever I can, but you will help if I feel sleepy", said another.

"Altai is very close to Mongolia. I must go with them". He slept for some time, then went outside and saw a big truck. The body was covered with a piece of material, Perun jumped inside. The car was full of plastic bottles. There was a hole in them, as if in a haystack, and Perun settled down there and fell asleep again.