Part 1. Chapter 3

Why is the Dog so devoted,

And is he boundless in his love?

But in the eyes there is always a question,

Does his master love him?

Because someone is a sec,

Because in the past there is a cage!

Because a person

Betrayed him often.

I walk the streets,

I look at people's faces,

I'm watching everything now.,

So as not to make a mistake.

Valentin Gaft

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The Chief Manager of the Heavenly Casino, who received a wound near his stomach from Dostoevsky, was lying on the floor. «It hurts so much.- Sigma thought, trying to cover the wound, and immediately winced. - Interestingly, how is Dazai? Did that subordinate of Fyodor kill him? I need to get out of here as soon as possible »

He bandaged the wound and lay down to gain strength, and then decided to look around; what can he take as a support? Oh, I found it. There's a stick over there.

- Fitting? Seriously?.. - Sigma sighed. - Okay, it's better than nothing.

This «stick» was lying 7 meters away from him and the guy, leaning on the tables of workers whose bodies were lying on the floor, began to walk towards it. Walking slowly towards the fitting, Sigma felt pain around the wound. Of course, it was the knife that Dostoevsky stuck in completely, leaving only the handle sticking out.

After some time, Sigma reached the stick and took it in his hands and tried to walk with it. It was unusual, but it was still better than nothing.

- We must hurry to Dazai... - Sigma said, trying to walk faster, but the intense pain prevented him. He remembered Dostoevsky's words.

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Dostoevsky was sitting on the floor with his hand on his wounded shoulder. Sigma was standing in front of him with a gun:

- It's impressive.- Fyodor began. - Sigma.. I thought you'd run away right away.

- I'll touch you and find out all your plans. This is my promise to Dazai. - Sigma interrupted him, not lowering the outstretched hand with the pistol.

- And why do you think you have to keep your word? - Fyodor smiled.

Sigma didn't know the answer. At this time, the young man was replaying in his head all the events that had happened while he and Osamu were trying to escape from prison and win the Gogol game.

- Well, after all.. - Sigma hesitated. He remembered the moment when Dazai pushed Sigma out of the falling elevator.

- I see. - Dostoevsky grinned. - After all, Dazai is something. In a matter of ten minutes... He's got you so under his control.

- what? - Sigma was shocked by Dostoevsky's conclusion. «How could Dazai subdue me? He himself said that if he hadn't chosen me, Gogol or Dostoevsky would have thrown me out anyway. »

- This is Dazai's favorite mind control technique in action. - Fyodor continued. - you're so reckless. You wanted to have a house where no one would take advantage of you. - Sigma didn't understand anything. What is Dazai's control technique? When did he get there? He understood that when Fyodor and Dazai happily injected poison into their body, and at that time Gogol was in anticipation, the young man was the only normal one... - but during the time spent in Dazai, something broke in you... And you understood... Just being at home away from the world is not enough for you. You are not looking for a place, but for trust. A relationship built on mutual trust, without benefits and deals. That's why... You wanted to join the ranks of an Armed Detective Agency. Isn't it?

Dostoevsky continued to smile, rejoicing at how easily he read Dazai's plan and Sigma himself like an open book. That victory over Dazai is already close. Dazai was a good opponent, but he was no match for God.

- I...- Sigma wanted to say.

- And it wasn't your own spontaneous decision... It's a mind trap planted by Dazai. If you understand, then maybe you'll omit it... - Sigma recalled a conversation with Dazai. Before they entered the elevator and before Osamu threw him out of the elevator.

Sigma began to think about this decision of Dazai.

- Maybe it's a trap... but... - Sigma put a gun to Dostoevsky's head. - Dazai paid a very expensive price for her! And matching the guest's bet is the principle of the casino! -The smile disappeared from Dostoevsky's face and discontent appeared. Dostoevsky tried to redirect Sigma to his side, undermining confidence in Osamu, but apparently it did not work out.- and it's very clear to me... That you're trying to control me. You inflame distrust of Dazai and talk my teeth into putting the gun down. - Sigma chuckled. - I guess in this mind game, Dazai wins.

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Here he is already at the place where the wounded Dazai was, but he was not there. «Has Osamu's body been taken away? Or maybe he managed to escape? But how? He had a broken leg... - Sigma began to think in a slight panic. - if so, then we need to hurry to the exit.»

The guy rushed to the prison exit like a scalded man. There was a rumble somewhere, and then a slight earthquake.

- Is it outside? - Sigma accelerated.

The whole guy ran out of prison out of breath. The distance there is quite large, and Sigma came running very quickly. There was no one there; only the crashed helicopter.

- Was it because of the helicopter that there was an earthquake? - Sigma asked and dropped the fitting and fell to the ground exhausted.

- The general manager! - A voice was heard very close to the young man. Sigma looked around. An employee from the casino was running towards him. - we were afraid that you were dead. How did you end up here? - The man who ran up began to tremble in panic.

-It doesn't matter how I got here. - with folded arms on his chest (an employee helped him to get up) and saying this dryly and with a slightly raised tone, Sigma said. - since you're here, help me.

- Ah.. yes! - the worker hesitated and immediately became a support for the chief steward. He put his finger to his ear and said. - Hey guys, I found the general manager. Come here quickly. - After finishing the sentence, this man turned to Sigma and said - A helicopter will arrive here soon, but in the meantime you can rest.

- OK.

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And so Sigma returned to the casino; repaired it and it started working again as before. The general manager increased security and came up with new ways to defeat enemies so that the situation would not repeat itself, as with the Bloodhounds. They make Sigma have bad memories. «But still... How is Dazai? Did he really survive? -Sigma mused, sitting on the cross in his office with his hand on his chin. - I should find him.»

- Hey, hey, hey, Sigma! - A painfully cheerful and familiar voice rang out. Sigma began to look around and look for the source of the sound. Gogol immediately appeared out of thin air. - My friend! I'm glad you're okay. - He said, grabbing the general manager by the hands. - I thought Dostoevsky killed you. It would be such a grief for me! -« He's back with his catchphrases.- Sigma thought.»

- I know you're here for a reason. - Sigma said dryly, turning away from Nikolai and folding his arms in displeasure. - What do you want?

- Well, if you're so interested, then I'll tell you. So be it. - Gogol smiled. - I want to revive Fyodor.

«what? to... Revive? - Sigma turned to Gogol with a scared face. He continued to smile; without a card in his eye. »

- How are you going to do that? Moreover, time is already short.- The general manager spoke worriedly.

- I know that time is short. But no matter how I look for at least some way, there is nothing useful. - Nikolai held out his hand. - that's why I need your help.

- Why would you resurrect him?

- I don't know. - Gogol spread his hands to the side, and then held them out again. - Well, how is it?

«How does he want to be able to revive it in such a short time? There is already, in theory, not enough time for anything.

Does Nikolai really want to use me again and then throw me away, as Dazai said? (in the manga, Dazai says that Dostoevsky or Gogol would shut him up, but in the anime only Fyodor is mentioned.)Then I won't dismiss it with one punch to the stomach... - Sigma put his hand to his chin. - No, I can't leave my house to die at someone's request.»

The young man gathered his thoughts and sighed and said:

- I'm not going to play your games again, Gogol. If you want, revive Dostoevsky yourself. I don't care how.

It seems that even Nikolai did not expect this answer.

- Come on! How can you do this to me? If it wasn't for you, the game between Fyodor and Dazai wouldn't have taken place! - Gogol grabbed as Sigma's hands.

- Then why the hell do you want to resurrect him if you originally wanted to kill him?! - Sigma shouted, struggling out of Nikolai's arms.

- I told you so. Don't you remember? - Gogol made an innocent face, tilting his head slightly to the side.

- But you have already killed him, which means you have proved freedom.- Sigma put his hands on his belt and spoke with a displeased expression on his face.

- yes. But Dostoevsky promised to kill me. I will die and become even freer.

- Really?..

- Yes, why? - Gogol looked at the young man with a grin, and he, in turn, was thinking what to do. «Should I expel Nikolai or help him? - this is the question that was currently tormenting Sigma. - if Dazai is alive... This is a chance of more than 75%, then it won't be a big deal if I join Gogol, but if Dazai is dead... It turns out that his efforts to save manya are completely useless. And it doesn't matter if he would have chosen me in that game of Merco, where Gogol's game took place and, of course, where Dazai and Fyodor were sitting..»

The young man shook his head.

- Okay, so be it. What's your plan? - Sigma spoke with a serious expression on his face. Gogol smiled even wider.

- I need you to use your ability to touch the patriarchs in the churches and search for information about the resurrection. Naturally, it must be done before the time expires.

- Do you think they might know a way?-Sigma said, startled.

- of course. They're in charge of the church, which means they should know at least something.

- OK... You persuaded me.

- Hurry up there, dear Sigma! - Gogol began waving at the young man as Sigma headed towards the exit.

Sigma doesn't do anything.