ADVENTURE
To say that I almost got killed. Twice. And three times I nearly killed myself.
That is nothing to say.
On the way to Zurich...
And this is without taking into account my briefing before the trip, which was conducted by a Japanese ninja, how to dodge bullets and break free from the grip. And then another attention consultant, a girl of such beauty that I hardly heard anything. But as it turned out later, I remembered everything and understood it. Attention for some reason moved to a new level. I began to notice much more than before, and my body reacted almost without my participation to any threats.
How little we know about this world. And about your body...
And I could, in the spirit of modern detective bestsellers, start telling you about how we were pursued by mercenaries unknown to me and about how cleverly we left them. But twice they still fell into a trap and I saw how her skin overgrown at the site of the lumbago when she was hit, although they shot at me, for some reason ...
As she explained to me, it was a strategy. That if I were wounded, I would have slowed her down a lot and then they would have had a chance.
And she still overgrown after a couple of minutes ...
And then on that mountain pass.
And in this pretty little village.
But it's full of it everywhere. Trite and boring to read about it. Yes, yes, I wrote, almost 20 pages. I don't think you'll be interested, and she didn't recommend it either. Like taking a selfie with the three bandits she knocked out...
I'd rather tell you about why she dragged me to Zurich.
The fact is that in Zurich there was a vault, well, like a safe deposit box, in which documents related to the period of her life, for which the church is now persecuting her, are hidden. And it (this cell) is sealed with a DNA code that belonged to my ancestor.
But my DNA may well unlock it. Because a DNA match of more than 20% will be quite sufficient to recognize my relationship, and this is precisely the condition by which these documents can be revealed to the world.
Her consultants calculated that my DNA should match by 23%, because we were only 4 generations separated from the one who sealed these documents.
But my son already has only 19%. And my sister has even less - 15%. The grandson has even less. So I was the last hope))
And she's very lucky that I'm still alive. Although, for sure, a sample of my blood would also be enough. Or a piece of skin...
But it's better this way. Less questions in storage, less attention, and more fun. Together. With adventure.
She explained this to me while we were lying in the trunk of a healthy jeep that was transporting us through the Pragelpass in Switzerland.
And Muotathal had an awesome sauna and beer and hot chocolate...
It was very nice. And even "fun". And the truth...
And I won't tell you what kind of sex we had, I'm a gentleman. Although, there is something to talk about, trust me. With such experience and passion, she learned...
Yes, we are not talking about where and what to stick in, how to move, what to touch and what not ...
We are talking about heat, about a stretched string, about sensations on the verge of the possible, when you begin to feel how the wreath on her wrist pulsates without touching it ...
Anyway. Let's not fire your imagination. I'm sure none of you will ever have to experience this. Not on either side. Because all of you are not her...
So here are the documents.
We have successfully reached the vault. The device that read my DNA agreed to open the lock for her.
She took the documents, smiled mysteriously and, beckoning me with her finger, went to the exit from this institution.
And here...
Yes, like in that movie. All at once. 15 people in total. I'm numb, but my heightened focus, whether it's from attention counseling or my last sex...
My attention gave me the solution. And looking at her, I realized that she saw it too.
A cash-in-transit car and two huge guys in protective armor who carried several black bags, thereby creating a huge traffic jam, ready to block the passage to the street, to the cash-in-transit vehicle.
Of course, we managed to sneak in there, and then ...
She laughed, probably from the excitement of the danger, or maybe from the let go of fear. And dragged me by the hand towards our car...
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