Post by Anton Karkarov on Jan 14, 2019 16:50:17 GMT -5
Coincidences did exist. But which coincidence was the case here was what baffled him right now more than he had ever been baffled in his life. Twenty-seven years of his life he had spent trying to figure out puzzles, both those of strangers who wanted their problems solved without spending but money and his own. The stories tended to repeat themselves. Someone had stolen a lot of money from their partner (in crime normally, for otherwise there’d be far more legal methods than sending out someone like him); some crime had remained unavenged because the lack of evidence rendered a court powerless. Sometimes it had all been about justice, but more often there had been nothing deeper behind the missions than some pretty ugly conflict. He had seen and witnessed enough to not have the best opinion on human kind. And most certainly he had learnt that nothing but long and tedious research had to come first before he could even think about results.
So, it couldn’t be that he was standing before the result while so little of what he had done until now added up to the sum he was now presented. It was not logical, or at least too improbable. He did believe in luck, but there was a limit to every believe, and this was such a case though both alternatives he was facing were equally incredible. Either he was faced with a woman with a unique backstory that oddly fitted to Elizaveta’s hypothetical one or she was indeed Carolina’s Lizenka.
All he could tell by now was that the young woman was nervous, maybe even shaken — and full of disbelief if he interpreted her doubtful expression correctly. And he usually interpreted faces correctly — though maybe he should be more careful this time because… he knew the face, he knew the expressions. But he knew them from a completely different woman, one he had last seen as a teenager. He couldn’t be certain whether in this unsettled state he was in, he wasn’t just making things up. He couldn’t trust his senses anymore, not when everything seemed to point out that they were playing him tricks. He watched her as she suddenly turned to the books instead of directly reacting to his story. It appeared uncalled for, rude… whatever she was doing. “Что не — what can’t you read, моя дорогая [my dear]?” he asked, looking at the spine of the book she was holding and that meant nothing to him. He was missing some important point that he felt he should be able to deduct, but right now he was completely unable to. Not when he was fighting the impression that he was looking into his long dead sister’s eyes.
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So, it couldn’t be that he was standing before the result while so little of what he had done until now added up to the sum he was now presented. It was not logical, or at least too improbable. He did believe in luck, but there was a limit to every believe, and this was such a case though both alternatives he was facing were equally incredible. Either he was faced with a woman with a unique backstory that oddly fitted to Elizaveta’s hypothetical one or she was indeed Carolina’s Lizenka.
All he could tell by now was that the young woman was nervous, maybe even shaken — and full of disbelief if he interpreted her doubtful expression correctly. And he usually interpreted faces correctly — though maybe he should be more careful this time because… he knew the face, he knew the expressions. But he knew them from a completely different woman, one he had last seen as a teenager. He couldn’t be certain whether in this unsettled state he was in, he wasn’t just making things up. He couldn’t trust his senses anymore, not when everything seemed to point out that they were playing him tricks. He watched her as she suddenly turned to the books instead of directly reacting to his story. It appeared uncalled for, rude… whatever she was doing. “Что не — what can’t you read, моя дорогая [my dear]?” he asked, looking at the spine of the book she was holding and that meant nothing to him. He was missing some important point that he felt he should be able to deduct, but right now he was completely unable to. Not when he was fighting the impression that he was looking into his long dead sister’s eyes.
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