CASE #1. Mystical detective story. Iskander Muratov

you to be my guardian only for a night. As late as tomorrow my husband will return, -she said.

      – And you think that I would believe in everything that you’ve told me? What ghosts in our time? – I said with slight irony in voice.

      – This instant my words seem to you as rave. Believe, at night you will change your mind. Though, may be, the danger would be over and everything will be calm, -said the chief.

      Her words interested me very much. I have never believed in such mystics, but to see the ghost was very interesting to me.

      – Well, let’s see what ghost you have. By the way you have excellent perfume, – I said trying to relive the situation somehow,.

      – Thank you! Galochka presented it to me. She has reserve that she brought from abroad. In general, you know, she is a good person. And her husband is a good man too. He goes to foreign trips. God help to develop my Petenka’s business. Otherwise there’s only just one joy- his mobile phone, and that’s it, – Valeriya Sergeevna answered.

      – Why? What’s wrong? —I asked.

      – Well, he had a business. Everything started super. But he bankrupted. He is nervous, troubles, and creditors press him. Pray God would make everything well and he would make progress, – she answered.

      Time flied at talks fast and we were standing at the porch of high house on Tverskaya Street.

      – You have a good district. So, you live not far from your office, Valeriya Sergeevna, -I said, looking at the house where my chief lived.

      She answered nothing, only silently smiled.

      We were going to enter the porch as some man came to us.

      – Good evening, Lerochka. Will you allow me to enter the apartment with you? For me it is extremely important. Your spouse said that he would think and allow me. I ask you very much! – a newcomer begged.

      – Go upstairs. Only for a short time! – She said with irritation in voice.

      – Thank you! And who is this young man? -a man interested, looking at me.

      – Does it make any difference, Illarion Anatolevich? Go upstairs, -Valeriya Sergeevna shortly answered and indicated to the porch door.

      Letting the chief and stranger go to the porch first, we all keeping silence went up to the fourth floor. She took keys and opened the door to her apartment.

      We entered and Illarion Anatolevich carefully with some puzzle in his voice asked:

      – Didn’t she appear at night?

      He was as white as sheet, his eyes rounded and hands were shaking.

      Looking at medium I somewhere deep in my soul regretted the agreement to help my chief.

      – She did not come. I sprinkled all corners with holy water, -she answered.

      My heart was beating fast from what I had heard.

      Looking at me, Valeriya Sergeevna said:

      – He is a medium. We’ve called him recently. He has not rested us from that day. Don’t pay attention. He will leave soon.

      To be honest, I feared much not because of possible existence of ghost in the apartment but felt uncomfortable from all the turmoil that made this medium.

      Illarion Anatolevich hurriedly passed by rooms mumbling something under his nose. His behavior irritated me.

      I cannot say much but babble of some unclear words killed my imagination about normal medium. I went to the hall and sat on the sofa. I took one magazine in my hands and started to view the pictures. Medium looked askance at me through his big glasses in pink rim and rashly headed to my side. I felt uncomfortable from his actions.

      – Get up at once! Go away from this place! -he cried.

      I swiftly got up from the sofa. Medium continued to look there where I was sitting not so long ago. He held cross in his hands and muttered pointing to the wall. Cold chills ran over my skin.