Ninork. 12

12.

Great! What a mess! Ninork could not believe, how fast his life changed from smooth, rational and a bit boring with it normal every day routine, to a fast lane chase on some crazy highway, that someone from above threw him on to! He couldn’t agree more with words in Feathers letter, about all the troubles, that she brought into his life, yet… Yet! He would be lying, if he say, that he did not enjoyed it a bit.
He was rational man, thinking five moves ahead of, of all the possibilities and outcomes. It made him a good chess player, and it made him a very good venture capitalist. He never engaged into anything, if it smelled fishy, or, at least, unstable, no mater of what kind of profit or margin someone promised to him. He would think, sleep on it, and then think again, before makes next move. It was always the case, and only way he knew, how to be. While with Feather.. For the first time in his life he allowed to himself to get under the spell of emotions, feelings, intuition. He was drone to this unpredictable women, she moved him, he knew, he was attracted to her, and not only physically, which was wonderful itself, but also he was attracted to her for no particular reason. He was just filling good, being around her. It all felt right. And he could tell, that she was feeling comfortable being with him. She told this herself.
He knew, she was not faking it. She was genuinely and simply honest about how she feel. She did not play games, like some women do, in order to intrigue man and to capture their attention.. She didn’t need it, she was walking intrigue herself, and not once she puzzled him, making him think of the layers of her soul, her heart, her being, that he yet to discover . And he could feel, that she want to share it all. With him.
That is why, even though he was disappointed about her disappearance, he understood clearly, that she was doing it for his own good.
Phone.. He was so deeply in his though, that only now he heard unfamiliar buzz.
- Guess what! – Said Dominick. – If you read this Languedoc backwards, you get..
- Code ug nal.. What that’s supposed to mean?
- Well, code, we know what it’s mean.. Ug – in Russian is South, but that” nal” make no sense. I been wrecking my brain over this for the last couple of hours. Why she was repeating it, like she was afraid to forget it. But if she is a professional spy, she would be trained to do opposite, and never repeat or pronounce it out loud!
- Where did you get this, why she has to be a spy& And Russian, after all! Dominick, this is not a mystery story, it’s a real life!
- Life IS a real mystery, would you agree? And hers is especially. Everything you told me about her not making any sense! If she was a scientist, and very valuable one, then why she was so careless, and went to a circus, where some people could recognize her any time& What she was doing in that remote cabin, who she was hiding from? Who redirected avalanche, who killed her husband, if he was a real husband, and not someone else! Why all the important info was coded in her DNA, who is after that info and what in it is so bad, that those people do not care, how many lives have to be destroyed, in order to get it. Do you have any reasonable answers on my questions?
- May be that word is a key to a code of her DNA? My be she was repeating it, because of her condition? I don’t know. All I want is to find her, make sure, that she is okay, not sick, not running fever, that she is in my arms and safe. Keep thinking.

He hang up the phone.
What else could he say? His friend was right, he had no answers to any of those questions. He even did not know, where to begin to unfold that mixed yarn of events and occurrences.

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Women definitely was wearing a coat, made of a bear fur. Long, thick, with a hood, it covered her from top of her head to the bottom. It was not possible to see her body shape, was she slim, chubby or normal weight. He hardly could tell, what her face look like! It all was a blur, and he could not see her hair color either. She was moving silently, bending over and picking up something from the floor.
“How did she get here? Who opened the door for her?” - He wanted to scream, but something stopped him from doing so. He followed her shady clumsy figure with his eyes only. After a while, she sat by the door and crossed her arms on her chest, as if she was there to guard the entrance.
Sure enough, minutes later he heard steps outside. Quiet steps, but in the middle of the night his hearing abilities were increasingly sharp. Figure by the door did not moved at all. Sure, she could hear same steps as well as he did.
Then, someone touched the handle. Doore was locked, he made sure of it, before he went to bed. He still could not comprehend, how SHE got in?
He heard metal sound, his mind started to jump inside of his skull, thinking:” I will be shot!”, yet he could not move a limb, as if he was paralyzed. Oh yes, indeed, he was paralyzed with fear!
No one was shooting him, and figure still there, sitting!
He did, however heard some sound, like whoosh, and smell, not any specific, sharp, just slightly sweet, and was climbing into his open eyes, nostrils, mouth! Figure in the bear coat got up and made step forward. Another one. One more. Last he could remember, that she covered his body with hers, sweaty, smelling, like a just skinned bear. She was unexpectedly heavy, and she was blending with his body, moving into it, making herself home! She covered him completely, not allowing him not only to scrim, even breath, and he could feel how fur, sweet on taste, was filling out his mouth, nose, poking his eyes, turning him into a bear. And he heard himself roaring!