The Shah twin diamond. Detective

© V. Speys, 2021

ISBN 978-5-0055-3473-6

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The Shah twin diamond. Detective

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Two friends have become co-owners of a huge legacy of precious relics, around which unpredictable and dangerous events unfold, leading to dizzying adventures and changes in their personal lives…

Part 1
The Shah twin diamond

The narrative does not pretend to be accurate in narrating the historical facts encountered, the characters are represented in the text, their surnames and names are made up, coincidence coincidentally, coincidence.

Note by the author.

Introduction

This story began at the very moment when, after graduation, as a young specialist, I cam to an aircraft factory and entered the position of a process engineer. I was told from the parent that I will transfer to my bread and now that I will earn, I will have for my existence in the future. In the factory floor, as a process engineer, the salary is several times lower than the working machinist. And often, when I went to the workers with my papers to the workshop, I was embarrassed to communicate with the working class, because there was a difference in their status as a worker and my current situation. In a word, both the salary is scanty and the contempt of workers who consider me a parasite on their neck.

Some experienced machinists on occasion told me that we don’t need your technology and sketches, and we can even make a detail according to the drawing. And even I heard conversations in the smoking-room that it would be better to disperse this workshop of those bureaus, and for the workers to add the salary and work would be done on time, and the plans would be over fulfilled, and the bonus would be needed every month. In short, the gloom and disappointment of my current situation hung with the Damocles sword above my head, like a sentence, like a heavenly punishment, perhaps for my sins in a past life or for something else. But I was young and I was interested in the opposite sex. The time has come to start a family, live a full-blooded life, have children and be happy. And every time I woke up in my room to go to the factory, I felt like an insignificant low-income creature. My suit was worn out, the shirt was washed and did not sparkle with whiteness for a long time, as brilliantly as when I defended my diploma at the final exam at the institute, what can I say with my tie and worn shoes. General full paragraph. Because of this state of things, I did not want to go to work, sit out my young life there and make hemorrhoids, as a gratitude for a seated kind of activity. And then one day after waiting for a lunch break, I fluttered a dove out of the factory entrance, hoping that I would return by the end of the working day, as our shop manager often did, disappearing during work hours to her mistress. Friendship Cinema was located after several metro stops. I decide to get out of the metro there and already at the windows of the cinema I saw colorful advertisements for the festival of Indian cinema masterpieces. Today, just at that time, the demonstration of the two-part film The Tramp starring Raj Kapoor began. I figured that having looked at the session, I would just be back at the factory by sixteen hours, and then there would be an hour and a half and the end of the shift. I liked the film in the workshop of acting by Raj Kapoor in the role of a Tramp, which in his position reminded me of my poor and insignificant life. But I absorbed the charge of cheerful cheerfulness like a sponge, and suddenly I realized that nothing is so simple, nothing is brought to us on a silver platter. And, most importantly, we must fight for everything, overcoming difficulties and hardships. Returning to the factory, I was full of life and hopes for the best, as if at that very time Raj Kapoor was walking next to me, henceforth becoming my Guiding Star…

Chapter 1

So, I went to the factory entrance exactly at 16—00. The flow of workers leaving the aisles at the booths at that time was growing, and it was not difficult for me to mingle in this crowd of working people and to quietly slip through the turnstile to the territory of the enterprise. It was a warm autumn day, though there were no fallen leaves on the alleys lined with chestnuts. Since the cleanliness of the territory has always been ideal and cleaned thoroughly, as required at the so-famous aviation enterprise producing civilian liners. The trees along the alleys were already without foliage, their lonely yellow spots still clinging to the branches of the tops, trying to extend their fate of falling onto an asphalt path. Here on this path I went to my workshop with a sinking heart, but what will be for me to leave without permission? And I was not mistaken. Victor Ivanovich was already waiting for me at the bureau. He had just returned from the workshop technology archive and, holding a thick album of filed technology, rushed in my direction.

– I was looking for you all over the workshop, I even called the tooling workshop of the rigging, you weren’t anywhere.

Where have you been? he asked impatiently, in a tone unbecoming. I, guilty, dropping my eyes to the floor, examined his sneakers, which he always changed into shoes when he came to work. Thoughts about my shoes and that metal shavings stuck in the soles of my shoes from the soles of my shoes spoiled the parquet in our apartment, leaving deep scratches. I did not know what to answer my supervisor when he repeated his question. Raising his eyes, like a driven animal to a ruthless hunter said the first thing that came to mind, he told the truth.

– I watched a movie.

The technologists who were at the bureau at that time giggled, angering Viktor Ivanovich, but to my surprise he relented, answered.

– When you go to the design department, or to factory technologists, or to programmers, but you never know where in the factory, always tell me so that I can know where you are. There are different cases in our work, that’s how it is now. The emergency situation on our product release twenty years ago. It is necessary to produce several parts for its repair. I sat in the archive for more than two hours and now keep the process technology.

He handed me a file. I took a thick album with copies of technology.

«And what should I do about it?» he asked busily.

– It should be attributed to the programmers to write a processing program on a milling machine with software milling. You will be in touch with them, if you have questions, you will adjust the program. Is the task clear?! – He emphasized the last word in tone to me. I flipped through the album, then busily asked: – I do not see the brand and equipment parameters here?

– Everything is there at the end. Do it! – Victor Ivanovich again emphasized the last word.

– Got it! I answered, and I heard staff laughing. But I no longer caught the words mocking me, slamming the door of the bureau, went out into the fresh air with a thick album under my arm…

Four months passed of my work in the technological bureau of the mechanical workshop of the plant.

During this time, I gradually became involved in the production rhythm and no longer aroused the smiles of employees when I went to various departments of technological processes for our mechanical economy on technological matters. And no longer ran for the checkpoint at lunchtime, remembering the golden rule that once you didn’t get caught, the second time you’re sure to get involved in the most do not indulge in trouble.

Once the shop manager came to our bureau with a young man and said:

– Viktor Ivanovich, accept a new employee for tooling and machine tool universal devices. His name is Igor Yuryevich, this year he graduated from the Polytechnic Institute, specializing in the operation and repair of locks of safes and lock equipment for them, with the qualification of a process engineer. He is being transferred to us. He is being transferred to us from the design department of the chief technologist to work on rationalization and invention. In short, it will deal with the main work of the technologist, as if in a load, also with this.

«Of course, I will accept him, but Vladimir Nikolayevich, where will I put the new employee?» asked Viktor Ivanovich perplexedly.

– I already ordered it, go to the controller’s department there, take a desk, it takes only a place from them. Head of department keep up to date now.

Having said this, Vladimir Nikolayevich went to his office.

«Valentine,» Viktor Ivanovich turned to me, «they went to the table for Igor.» Igor, and you sit down in the place of Valentine, until we bring you a table.

The control department was opposite the office of the head of the workshop along the corridor. We entered a spacious room. I immediately recognized the table that was intended for a new employee. With a hefty layer of dust and spots on the surface of a derma tine brownish countertop. It seemed that on this table they ate and had a snack, drank tea and coffee, unwrapped and wrapped herring and other food. Without blinking an eye, the chief inspector of the workshop, Kovtun Alexander Mikhailovich, pointed a finger at the table in the corner of the room, he said.

«Deliver me from this junk.» Both the place and the space in general spoil the look of my interior design.

– Thank you, Alexander, we are saving you here with Valentine.

We took the table and carried it out into the corridor. Then Viktor Ivanovich ran to the side of his bureau and told Igor to stand at the door, holding it while we bring in the table. We safely installed a table near the back wall of the room of our technology office.

«Go to the workshop,» Viktor Ivanovich began to say to Igor, «there, from the milling machines you will take a rag and a bucket of water.» Set up your place.

Igor, shaking his curly head, went out and after a while appeared with a bucket of water and rags. He began to tidy up his desk. After a week of his work in the department on Wednesday, he came up to me and said.

– Valentine, let’s go, have a smoke, or what?

– Yes, I do not reproach and never smoked.

– I also never smoked common and never smoke.

– Well, then come out, «smoke»? – Smiling, I asked him.

We went out onto the landing to the smoking area. The tin can is full of cigarette butts. Some of the cigarette butts were still smoking. I leaned my back and elbows on the railing and looked inquiringly at Igor.

– Almost every day the shopkeeper hammers me with rationalization proposals. Why there are no applications, why we should lag behind the competition of teams. What should I do?

– Igor, yes no problem. Well, if you want, I’ll sketch a few for you now.

«But you know that a reward has been put for implementation and also thanks on behalf of the workshop.»

– Well, thanks, I think, we won’t wait, but the reward will be, I already know, in the accounting department where I carried the papers, women talked about it. So let’s make out. I have already prepared a sketch.

– Is it in our workshop?

– Sure. You better tell me why you were thrown here in this workshop?

– You see, there I met a cool girl, Alla. Does she work as a designer and seems to have fallen in love with me?

– Sorry for the indiscreet question, but where did you get that girl took and fell in love like that?

– In short, I’m at the toilet, well, there on the fifth floor, where the combined female and male.

– So what? I asked impatiently.

– In short, we began to kiss. And here the chief technologist of the plant leaves the male part of the toilet and detects us. Here I am now, Alla is not talking to me, she hangs up and in the department where I went several times, quits work and runs away, wherever she looks, either to the library for reference books, or to bookkeeping, or somewhere else. They kicked me here. I made inquiries about Alla, it turned out that she was the daughter of the director of our factory, apparently dad spoke firmly with his daughter. – Igor sighed.

– Well, nothing drift. – The guy was clearly out of his mind, and in order to distract him, I changed the subject, saying: – And what kind of specialty is this interesting for you?

– What is this specialty? – asked Igor in surprise.

«Well, what about safe locks?» Is it true that you can open any castle?

– Well, not every castle lends itself, but in general I can. I had a case, you want, believe it, you want to, no, but a couple of times I opened the locks with one touch. – Here Igor was clearly cunning, since the castle in this way can be opened only with the help of master keys devices operating on an unconventional form of energy known to ancient and departed civilizations that lived on earth in the time immemorial of the previous flood. Of course, I knew that sooner or later we would have such a conversation about castles. And I got ready, bought a lock on the layout in the passage to the metro, and for a week already carried it in my pocket, waiting for the opportunity to talk with Igor on this topic. I took a lock from my pocket.

– Here try, open without a key.

Igor took the lock in his hand, put it on the open palm of his right hand. And froze, he began to carefully look at the shiny surface of the case. The lock, suddenly clicking, threw the closing bracket out of the case. My eyes did not believe in this event.

– How did you do this? – I asked in surprise.

– Each castle is a personality and character. I mentally asked him to help me open.

He fulfilled my request.

«No, it can’t be?»

Igor suddenly laughed, then said:

– Here touch my palm. He held out his right hand to me with the palm on which the castle had just been lying. I touched his palm and felt the hot heat emanating from an open brush. And Igor held out his left hand to me, offering to touch her too. I involuntarily took his left hand; it was as cold as ice. He continued to say:

– In the first, the castle is not completely closed. Secondly, from heating in the palm of his hand, his temple heats up faster and expands by hundredths of a millimeter, pushing himself out of the grip of the mechanism in the case. At the institute, we often showed this focus to girls and they thought that only magicians were studying here. This is a simple lock and focus works. Frankly speaking, only a safe and mastery of the technique of opening locks can open any safe.

– And you, what can you?

– You know; I’ve been a fan of castles since childhood. I have a whole collection of old castles and the newest all the walls are hung in my apartment. My grandfather and my great-grandfather were locksmiths. And my grandfather taught me something that I would follow our family tradition.

«And you really can open any safe?»

– The easiest way to open electronic locks is safe. These are the most primitive castles in the world. Password protection does not give anything and is cracked, like seeds without problems.

«Yes, you are a hereditary safe cracker, and still competent people have not become interested in you?»

– Nobody just knows me, all those who are interested in hacking truly by handwriting recognize only bear cubs. If I opened with a dozen safes, my handwriting would be fixed by those who follow the competition in their skill.

– And how are bear cubs different from each other?

– Some people open the safes by drilling the necessary holes on the lock cover and open the lock there with master keys. Others select passwords by electronic devices, and calmly typing the password, open the safe. But all this takes time. I open the safe, spending a minimum of time with sets of magnets and tools inherited from descendants from time immemorial. For example, – But Igor could not finish, Viktor Ivanovich suddenly entered the site.

– Ah, here you are? It’s good that we haven’t gone far. Go to the bureau immediately. There is an emergency situation with a milling machine, programmers got tired somewhere, we need to figure it out. And we went to the workshop to the milling machine to undo the clamp. The reason was not serious. The programmer mixed up the tolerances and, finding out what was the matter, we quickly fixed the program. The machine worked correctly, and the parts went one on one precisely according to technology…

At the end of the week Igor invited me to visit him on Saturday. It was Friday the end of the day. And I got tired and got into the subway car and left in my direction, Igor went to the opposite subway platform. I got home after 45 minutes and dinner, warming up in the microwave, cooked by my mother, who was already sleeping in her room, started eating with appetite. Having washed down with tea with milk he wandered into the bathroom. Of the last forces, I wanted to sleep so much, I took a shower, which encouraged me. The dream retreated somewhere, and I decided to «leaf through» the mail in my laptop. I was interested in earning there, and my requests to Google received a lot of offers that grew snowball every day and everything, like a carbon copy, were dummies, twisting and refining only to sell a profitable methodology. Having convinced myself of the frivolity of the proposals, I deleted all the letters from my mail, and decided that tomorrow I would meet Igor and that I had to get enough sleep, I went to bed…

Chapter 2

Even the snow had not fallen, but the frosty day tickled the cheeks with the wind. Igor’s house used to be on the outskirts of the city in an old mansion of a three-story building, but now it’s almost the city center. Igor told me how to find him, said that the whole mansion once belonged to his ancestors, but after the revolution they were moved to the second floor, and the third and first were transferred to the city authorities…

On the street named after the famous pilot Chkalov stood this house where Igor lived. Nearby was the university named after T.G. Shevchenko. The architecture of the house was striking in its distinctive appearance from the new buildings surrounding the mansion of houses. This three-story house was built of red and durable brick in the style of the castle in miniature. A steep brick staircase led to the second floor, and the first was located in the basement. Residents of the third floor passed through the second floor by a flight of stairs inside the building. I went up to the door and rang the bell. Igor revealed to me.

– Come in, here are the slippers and go straight to the kitchen. – He greeted me warmly.

– Thanks Igor.

I took off my shoes and walked into his kitchen in slippers. On the table was a bottle of Cabernet red wine from the Koblevo plant and two plates of fried eggs.

– Do you live alone? I asked.

– Yes, my grandfather and grandmother died long ago, leaving me this apartment. Mother lives separately with her unsuccessful marriages, I grew up with my grandfather and grandmother without a father who does not want to know me at all. So in childhood I always fiddled with locks, to the joy of my grandfather, and my grandmother told me such wonderful tales that I have never found in any library anywhere.

– Yes, you have an interesting life.

– Yes, I wanted to tell you and show you amazing master key devices that work on an unconventional property of energy. These devices are designed so that energy it concentrates on the ends of the pick teeth and the resulting attractive force pulls the lock mechanics to the open position.

– This is not likely! I exclaimed. «And it just can’t be like that, I can’t believe it.»

– Maybe. This energy accumulates the anti-gravity component, and the lock mechanism freezes as if in zero gravity. Then another skeleton key creates a magnetic component and the lock opens as if by itself, regardless of whether it is password protected or not, since when the antigravity function is working, the electronics are blocked and stop working.

With these words, he removed from the cabinet a set of metal skeleton keys with shiny polished balls at the ends of the holders.

– Manipulators are hidden in these balls, they are able to extract energy from the ether and turn it into what I told you.

– Incredible Igor?

– This went to my grandfather from his antediluvian great-grandfather. These master keys work wonders. There is no such ultra-modern castle that they could not open.

«Have you tried to patent these master keys?»

– That I was declared crazy and locked up in a psychiatric hospital?

– Yes, well, then. I handed out, not quite yet realizing what else would follow.

– Come on, Valentine, drink for an acquaintance and seal our friendship with this beautiful wine. – With these words, Igor uncorked the bottle, poured it into the glasses, sparkling like a ruby of wine, and we drank it, having a bite of fried eggs.

«I still have wonderful Arabica coffee beans.» Now I dare and brew a strong drink, and then I will show you my real apartments, which I inherited.

– Yes, these are some kind of fabulous visions and tales that I want to believe in.

– Believe me, this knowledge, and the embodiment of this knowledge carefully conceals the powers that be. For the fact that you can draw electricity from the ether just undermines for free their dominion over the world.

– Yes, who are you, Igor Yuryevich?

– My grandfather told me a lot of things about the super civilization that was destroyed by a global catastrophe, and how my ancestors managed to escape and then survive among the darkness that followed the flood. I will show you all this and you will see it with my own eyes.

Igor poured coffee into cups, the smell of a strong drink spread throughout the kitchen, and the drink was invigorated by its refined and sophisticated beauty, which creates a consciousness aggravated by vigor.

– Let’s go to my real apartment, I will tell you about what is inaccessible to others.

He led me to the wall, on which hung a portrait of his grandfather, then from a bunch of master keys, he selected one of them and touched the wall with a ball. A dark spot began to grow in the wall at the place where the ball was attached, forming in an ever-increasing hole. When the oval hole flickered with the colors of a runaway, as from the surface of a spilled engine oil in the sun, and became quite large in growth of Igor, he said.

«Now come after me.» – And the first to step into this shimmering web. I followed and found myself in a lighted flight of stairs leading somewhere down. Before moving behind Igor, I turned around, there was no entrance behind my back. There was a red brick wall, exactly the same as the house was laid out and the flight of stairs leading down.…

We walked steps lower and lower until we hit a dead end. A slab of black granite blocked the way further. Igor stopped and began to speak.

– In those days on the earth there remained two civilizations. The Hyperborean to which we belong, and we and Atlanta, who were of tremendous growth from three to three with half meters. These two civilizations lived without interfering in each other’s affairs. Traded, led a peaceful lifestyle. Maybe you know that behind the Sun there is a populated planet by the descendants of the mixed race of Atlantes and Hyperboreans. This planet is one and a half times larger than the Earth and the Moon maintains a stable balance between this planet and the earth, and therefore the rotation of the planets around the Sun is not disturbed, and there can be no collision.

«Why are you telling me all this?» I asked impatiently, anticipating that some secret was hidden behind this granite slab.

– So that you understand the whole tragedy that happened with our ancestors. Where we are going now, so that you orient yourself correctly and reasonably.

– Okay, Igor, I may be impatient, I won’t lose my presence, is it coming?

– It’s coming. But listen, please. So, these two over civilization lived together. They flew to a neighboring planet, conducted trade. On Mars, too, was the key to life. There was another planet Phaeton and Venus, where the descendants of the Hyperboreans and Atlantes settled. But suddenly the invaders appeared on the interstellar ship. Their ship was commensurate with our Earth. They needed the resources that they received from young planets, traveling in the universe from galaxy to galaxy. As these invaders were more experienced in their way of life, and the extraction of livelihoods from young planets, the expansion of the solar system began. As a result, the Phaeton was destroyed, which led to a chain reaction of a stably working Solar system. In addition, the three moons of the Earth from the disturbance of the disappeared gravitational forces of Phaeton, became unstable. And the moon of Fata was gradually approaching the Earth, threatening a global catastrophe. My ancestor found out what threatens the fall of Fata to Earth in the near future and saw that the elite circles of the Hyperboreans conduct intensive training, creating shelters for themselves. So deep underground entire cities were created for a limited number of people. For the delivery of building materials and everything necessary, a train tunnel was laid along which equipment and equipment were brought there. My ancestor was invited to lock the locks in the event of a flood. He equipped the shelter with sealant, blocking the entrance to the created underground city. He supervised the earthworks and the installation of ventilation chambers, which at any time could be reliably closed. He brought one such camera under his house and built a storage for his family. After the work was done with my ancestor, the contract was terminated and he returned here to this mansion he had created. And in one of the terrible days of the Apocalypse he brought his family here, which saved our family from the destruction of the galactic invaders in this war when Fata crashed into the Earth.

«So I didn’t quite understand that your ancestor built this house?» I asked with interest.

– Both the house and the refuge for the family are secretive from the elites of Hyperborea, who attracted him to the breakdown and construction of gateways and ventilation of the underground city. Which, incidentally, was destroyed by the invaders during the ensuing nuclear war. These two civilizations were completely destroyed by nuclear carpet bombing. Then, after the war, the invaders set about large-scale mining at flying processing plants. The dumps of processed ores are visible in the form of desert sands, they did not even spare the bottom of the world’s oceans, from there the ores were also scooped, turning into sand emissions, which lined with lush vegetation around the world and fertile soils with ruins of city walls melted by nuclear explosions, which archaeologists are now digging in different places. However, we have to go further…

Igor chose the next master key from the bundle that hung on his belt, then removed it and touched the central part of the granite slab with a polished ball of the holder. A spot began to form at the touch point and grow in front of the eyes, creating a strange and unpleasant sound. The sound, similar to the chirping of grasshoppers, increased with the spread of a spot on the stove, which turned from dark in the eyes to gray, spider-like bright…

I did not immediately understand that the chirping of grasshoppers was the sound of my alarm clock set at seven in the morning, which I forgot to turn off last night when I went to bed. The gray and bright spot, seen in a dream on a granite slab, is the early morning light that falls on my eyes from the window, creating a web-like vision from behind my eyelashes.

When I finally woke up, I began to return to reality, wondering at my dream, as it does, dreams come true, and with what imagination and mystery, it’s a pity that the alarm clock did not let me watch, and what’s behind the polished granite slab that closes the entrance to an unknown place? The dream plunged me into thought about the upcoming meeting with Igor, who now acquired a mysterious shade, inspired by my dreams in a dream…