The Guardians. The Black Venetian. The script

Chapter 1. The Labyrinths of Fate

Diffused light breaks through the closed eyelids. Candles? His body feels like lead. Opening his eyes with difficulty, the young man writhed in pain — the entire skin of his face itched and stung. He tried to get up, but the man sitting by the bed put his hand on his shoulder, forcing him to sink back onto the pillows.

The monk: - Quiet, quiet... You've lost a lot of blood and strength.
A man: - Where am I, in hell or heaven?
The monk: - Is our world a hell or a paradise? Everyone decides for himself.

The monk, apparently a doctor (at least that's how the man described him for himself) gave him a glass of water.

The monk: - But your spirit is strong, for you have returned. So your mission is not over.
A man: - I don't remember anything. Who am I? What am I? Why am I here?

The man ran his hand over his face and a groan came from his lips. 

The monk: - Don't grieve for your losses, my son. Who knows, maybe it really is the Will of Heaven?
A man: - ... I only remember fire, a sea of fire. I must be going crazy...

The monk (now that his eyes had adjusted to the semi-darkness in the cell, he realized that he was in a monastery) shook his head.

The monk: - No more than the rest of us. You've been given a second chance at a new life. You can stay here. There is nothing threatening you in our monastery... As for the name, you can choose another one, whatever you want.

The man leaned back indifferently on the pillows. It was still hard to think, his thoughts were confused.

A man: - Who am I to resist what is destined? And the name, what does the name mean... A rose will smell like a rose, even if you call it a rose, even if you don't... Who said that? I do not remember... But I love roses. They are beautiful, almost perfect... They vaguely resemble something to me... very important. But what?...

The monk nodded: - The Rose is a Divine symbol, a symbol of Love and Honor. For who is God but Love? If you remember them, then you are not alien to this feeling. And it's very good, my son, your soul has returned to the light. Don't lose it... When you gain strength and are ready for a new life, you will take a new name from me and our brotherhood, becoming part of our Order... It seems so pleasing to fate that she sent you to us...


THE SCENE IS CHANGING.

... Spain, 1359. Venice Square is full of people, people in fancy dress and masks dance and laugh, fragrant roses bloom, swans glide, barely touching the water with their feathers, peacocks, importantly spreading their tails, flirt with lovebirds. There is a relaxed atmosphere of flirting, fun and passion around. Having made their way through the crowd, two young girls run out onto the bridge spanning the canal, which offers a beautiful view of the square.

The maid: - Oh, madam, no matter how bad it is, - she tries to keep up with the lady, who, leaning on the railing, watches the gondolas passing under the bridge. - If your parents find out that you were here...

Anabel: - They won't know unless you give me away. And if you do, I will definitely tell you who is on duty at your back door every night.

The maid: - No, mistress, please, - the maid grabs the girl's sleeve, she laughs merrily, waving her fan. - You can't...

Anabel: - Of course I can. Tell me, is your Pedro a good kisser? - the girl looks at her maid with interest, she just lowers her head. - Yes, I saw you... But why did you close your eyes like that?...

The girl pretends to roll her eyes and leans back a little. Noticing the maid's disapproving look, she sighs.

Anabel: - Oh, Circina, how I envy you... You know, my father said he would find me a fiance soon. But I'll outwit him. I'll run away...

The maid: - Madam, well, really...

Anabel: - Circina, I don't want to, like my sister, I don't want to forcibly. I saw her after the wedding. She was as pale as a sheet... And her husband, he's so scary... Beard almost up to his feet. She cried so much. I don't want to cry, I don't want to be sold like some kind of animal in the bazaar! I'll run away to the traveling artists. I can sing, I can dance...

The maid-May God be with you, mistress -is seriously frightened, the maid looks at the girl. She just runs off the bridge with a smile. - Mrs. Costello, wait...
 
However, before the girl has time to take a couple more steps, a fat man in a pirate costume intercepts her by the elbow.

Pirate: - Are you in a hurry somewhere, madam?

The men standing next to him laugh at the helplessness of the girl who looks around in an unsuccessful search for her maid. Frightened in earnest, the girl tries to escape, but the Pirate's hand turns out to be like granite.

Anabel: - Please let me go...

Pirate: "Oh, there's no need to hurry, senora, especially since we seem to be on our way.

The girl in horror feels that she is about to lose consciousness, as a tall figure of a man in a black cloak and mask grows behind the Pirate. His hand falls on the Pirate's shoulder. Turning sharply, he looks at the Black Venetian in furious amazement.

Pirate: - Who are you, what do you want?

Black Venetian: - Not very polite. But I'm afraid you'll have to let the lady go.

Pirate: - Yes? And why would that be? - The pirate smiles cheekily. He does not notice how the Venetian's hand slips into the folds of a long cloak. - Is she your kralja? Well, then...

The Black Venetian: - Truly, human flesh is his worst enemy... So I cover my naked meanness with rags of sacred old texts and, devil in my heart, I look like a saint. But the observance of truth and justice is more pleasing to the Lord than sacrifice.

The Pirate does not have time to draw his sword, as the blade sparkles in the palm of the Venetian. The Pirate mask falls off the man. Clutching his mouth, which is filled with blood, he falls to his knees. Two of his partners want to rush at the Venetian, but soon they also fall to the ground, defeated. Fastidiously wiping the blade with a dark handkerchief, the man turns to the girl. To his amazement, there is no fear in her eyes, but only bewilderment mixed with delight.

The Black Venetian: - Don't be afraid, dear child... They will not dare to harm you anymore.

Anabel: - I'm not afraid, - the girl still looks at the man with interest. - But where are you... have you learned how to wield a blade like that?

The Black Venetian: - Years of practice, senora. But this is not such a pleasant conversation for a young girl. Are you hurt?

Anabel: - Not at all. Thanks to you... I think it's pointless to ask you a question about your name, isn't it?

Maid: - Mistress!!!


Maidservant: - Lord Almighty, mistress, what does all this mean?

A man, slightly touches a wide-brimmed hat.

The Black Venetian: - I'll walk you out, it's not safe on the streets...

Approaching the gate of the Costello house, the masked man bows in a respectful bow.

The black Venetian: - Voila, here you are at home, senora.

The girl awkwardly curtsies in return.

Anabel: - Thank you again...

Maid: - Mistress, it's almost midnight! We have to go back...

Circina excitedly looks from the girl to the man, whose white mask was completely impenetrable.

Throwing on the hood, the girl whispers softly: - I shouldn't have met you...

The Black Venetian: - The ways of the Lord are inscrutable, my child...

Looking around, the girl quickly plucks a white rose growing on a bush nearby and hands it to the man.

Annabelle: - Here, as a pledge of my gratitude...

Black Venetian: - Believe me, this is more... more than enough. But before we part, may I know your name, senora...

Anabel: - Anabel.
Black Venetian: - Ana... Belle... I'll remember that name... And I'm sure this won't be our last meeting...


THE SCENE IS CHANGING.


It's not the most pleasant feeling, to faint suddenly, for no reason at all. Seeing the sympathetic face of her friend bent over her, the girl tried to sit down, but the globe under her clearly made a couple of turns, and she had to grab the hand of the latter in order not to fall into the sucking darkness again.

Her friend: - Belle, are you okay? Well, she scared me... Here, drink some water.
Anabelle: - Thank you, Abigail, I... honestly don't know what's wrong with me. It was as if someone had hit me on the head with all his might.

A friend of her helped her to get up and collect the scattered folders. It was already dark outside the archive windows.

Abigail: - I understand that you are not used to working late, but there is a limit to everything, isn't there? Get ready now and go home.

Realizing that it was useless to argue with her friend (and, concurrently, the head of the department), the girl nodded. Once again convincing the agitated Abigail that she was fine and allowing her to call a taxi, the girl threw on her coat and went downstairs. Paid the taxi driver, she decided to take a little walk. The charm of old Europe is felt in the old city of Bucharest. Cobbled streets, lovely churches, places of rest. Anyone who has been to Romania once knows that with the onset of dusk, the city is transformed, as if becoming the scenery for a film about Count Dracula or... The girl looked at the towering statue of the Capitoline Wolf in the center of the boulevard. It's amazing how strongly the history of Bucharest and Rome is connected... But if you think about it, Romania, whose name is directly related to Rome, was partly part of the Roman Empire and naturally, the cultural influence of Western civilizations of the past is so noticeable here. It is said that the first princes of the blood of the Romanian Principality were Lugaru... The girl grinned-strange thoughts are coming into her head now... Why would I? She looked up at the sky, covered with a veil of heavy clouds. God is in the rain... Where did she hear that? It looks like it's in some kind of movie. Or in a dream... She had long since stopped sleeping properly, waking up every time from a strange nightmare in which she saw a fire and heard a scream... And a voice. He haunted her even in reality, like an obsession. And now it's a vision, a swoon... The ringing of the phone brought the girl back to reality.

Anabelle: - Abigail? What? But... Well, since there is no one else... Got it, send the car.

The girl sighed. Entering the apartment, she slammed the door and, throwing her coat and dress on a chair — she would still wear it tomorrow - went into the bathroom. A copper-haired, terribly tired woman, about thirty years old, looked at her from the mirror, dark circles lay under her eyes... Standing under a hot shower, she ran her hand over her eyes. Thousands of sparks burned my skin... Like a flame. She finally felt uneasy. Wrapped in a towel, she went to the window without turning on the light — night had finally descended on the city. Her city, familiar from childhood, every street... But just as empty, not needing it, as an apartment similar to... cell? The girl shrugged her shoulders. Yes, a business trip is just what she needs, at least for now...


THE SCENE IS CHANGING


Cathedral hall. A man in a black half mask, black blouse and matching trousers got up from his knees. The monk put his arm around his shoulders.

The Head of the Order: - Greetings, my son Armando-Custodio. I give you this name with faith and hope. Armando is the name of a Warrior, Custodio is the title of a Guardian...

The young man bowed his head.

Armando: - Guardian of Justice... I don't think I'm worthy. I don't even know who I am, my past is shrouded in darkness. Someone killed me. And I have to find out who and why...

The Head of the Order smiled: - You doubt, then you are worthy. Armando, you're part of our brotherhood. We'll teach you... But first you have to understand - evil surpasses evil. Stepping on the path of revenge, you will become like your enemies, is this what you want for yourself in your new life?

The man nodded.

Armando: - I am grateful to you, but without knowing that, I will not have peace all my life. Besides, I'm not alone in this world, I feel it. There is still... something... I feel. But I forgot...

The Head of the Order looked at his disciple sympathetically, but sternly.

The Head of the Order: - You... will find out everything, in due time. But you're still weak right now. Diligently learn to control yourself, your body and mind... Then you won't be afraid of a sword or a bullet...
Armando: - I promise, Father.

Cells of the monastery of the Order. The man who entered threw his raincoat and hat on the bed. He sat down at a table with a candle and a mirror on it, looked into it for a moment, and then smashed the mirror against the wall with all his might.

Armando: - A new birth... A second chance without the right to memories. Who am I?! What am I?! Some unanswered questions... A mask instead of a face, as if the fire burned my memory with acid... Honor instead of feelings, duty instead of faith... If only I could remember something... Something...

Resting his head on his hands, the man closed his eyes. Vague shadows, voices... Seville Square. There are three prisoners on the stage, sentenced to execution, surrounded by guards. A gong is heard and a Man appears on the balcony, accompanied by his wife. The man nods to the crowd below:

The Prince: - We are glad to see you today. The day that connected the Costello and Martinez houses together is truly a great day! According to an old custom, the Marquis has the right to pardon one convict, granting him freedom and a bag of gold... Marquise, will you help me?

His wife who came up nods to him.

The Princess: - Absolutely.

Taking the bag from her husband's hands, she takes out a scroll from it.

The Princess: - Don Claudio ...

A murmur passes through the crowd, like a rising hurricane wind. But the sound of a shot silences everyone. The Marquis smiles contentedly.

The Prince: - By the will of Fate, Claudio will be granted...

A cry of despair is heard in the crowd. A gray-haired woman who ran out rushes to the stage, but the guards roughly push her away.

A woman: - Pedro... please, my husband, my son... They are not guilty... I'M BEGGING YOU...

The guards point their guns at the woman. But at this moment, both guards fall dead, pierced by blades that flew out of nowhere. A man in a black cloak and mask appears on the stage. He throws the remaining guards off the stage and frees the prisoners.

The Prince: - Guards! Damn... Grab this one... Yes, who are you at last?!

A man in a black cloak, politely bows before the Prince.

The Man in Mask: - I will be happy to identify myself, but don't you think it's strange to ask such a question to a man in a mask? I am light, I am darkness. In me you see the Mirror of your souls...
The Prince: - Crazy!...

However, his words do not make any impression on the man standing below. He nods.

The Man in Mask: - It's quite possible, I won't argue. But no more than you or anyone else, because there are no normal people. If that were the case, then I would not have the honor to talk to you...

The guards running out makes the Masked Man silent. He nods and, drawing his sword, leaves a "BVS" sign on the plank floor with one sharp movement. The guards rush at him, but the stage is empty - the mysterious V disappears as silently and imperceptibly as he appeared. Don Martinez raises his hands in rage.

The Prince: - You idiots! You should have finished him off! What are you up for? Find this... Avenger!!!


THE SCENE IS CHANGING


You won't get much sleep on the plane... The girl took out her laptop. Strange, not a single letter... He hadn't written to her in over a month. The girl angrily slammed the laptop lid, put on headphones, turned on the music... But he had told her that he was living... No, it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter anymore. And just last night she wanted to... No, forget, don't think. How tired she was of everything... From deception, lies, human hypocrisy... The girl closed her eyes...
... An old mansion. A young girl wanders around a luxuriously furnished room in confusion. The sound of a key turning in the lock is heard, and her maid runs into the room.
 
Zerlina: - Madam, I got the key, we need to run while there is time...
Anabelle: - To what, Zerlina? It's over, Andrea... I know about the engagement. He made his choice... So what's the point of running away now? ...

Anabelle longingly approached the lancet window. When she saw the carriage, she took a step back. Impulsively embracing the maid and her friend, she pushes her away.

Anabelle: - Run, de Villanova will be here soon. If the Baron finds you here... Run!
Zerlina: - And you, Mistress? Are you really going to let them...
Anabelle: - I'll catch up with you. I need to leave a letter... You know who...
Zerlina: - Hurry, Mistress! The padre is waiting for you at the monastery...

Anabelle nodded. In the candlelight, she quickly sealed the envelope. But footsteps are already heard outside the door. The girl threw on a raincoat... And at that moment the Baron appeared in the doorway. A grin played on the lips of the gray-haired old man.

Baron Martinez: - Oh, I see you've already gathered, my dear! So much the better...

The girl retreated to the wall, holding at the ready the blade given to her by the Count. Funny, she didn't think she'd have to use it so soon...

Anabelle: - No, no way...
Baron Martinez: - Perhaps you don't understand, my darling. You belong to me, completely and completely...

Anabelle barely restrained a fit of nausea - the whole lascivious figure of the Master caused her a feeling of disgust. Seeing that she was not going to give up, Baron Martinez grinned.

Baron Martinez: - You're a little hot, my dear bride... But it's for the best. We have nowhere to hurry, an unforgettable night awaits us ahead!
Anabelle: - I'd rather die.

Hoofbeats sounded from the street. The Baron looked out of the window.

Baron Martinez: - Oh, has Count Alvaro himself come to our court?.. But the narcissistic insolent was too late! You are my...

The girl looked at her tormentor with anger, and then retreated to the open window.

Anabelle: - I'm not a thing to belong to anyone. Is that clear? And I will never be her...

He made an attempt to grab her, but Anabel plunged a dagger into herself with a smile. At the same moment, the Count burst into the bedchamber. Drawing his sword, he pointed it at the Baron. Then his gaze fell on the girl lying on the floor.
 
The Count Alvaro: - You... the murderer!
Baron Martinez: - Oh, no, my friend. That girl fooled us both... But I'm even glad that it happened, now we're even! Would you like some wine? Or is a duel more to your taste? Like the one in which your father so cowardly ended his life?

The Count looked at the Baron with hatred.

The Count Alvaro: - All your words are vile lies! My father was never a coward! And he proved it by fighting you.
Baron Martinez: - Really? It would be interesting to see evidence of your words...

Taking a handkerchief from his jacket pocket, the Count threw it to Baron Martinez. Catching him, he was horrified to see a bloodstain and his monogram...

The Count Alvaro: - This handkerchief is the best proof. The truth serum given to your servant has loosened his tongue. This piece of cloth has my father's blood on it. And you will be responsible for everything ...

Drawing his sword, the Count pointed it at the Magister.
 
Baron Martinez: - I wonder who? You? Very funny, young man...
The Count Alvaro: - Not only to me, but to all the people of Venice. Defend yourself!

De Villanova with a grin began to retreat to the door. But at that moment a shot rang out. With an absurd wave of his hands, the Baron fell to the floor like a sack. Lowering the pistol, Leporello looked at the Count.

Leporello: - Excuse me, senor... I couldn't help myself...

The young man, having sheathed his sword, knelt by the prostrate girl on the floor.

The Count Alvaro: - Not now, Leporello. You did what you had to do, but now leave me...
Leporello: - But, sir, the servants are coming here! If the guards catch you...

Silently, the Count lowered his head.

The Count Alvaro: - It doesn't matter now...

SCENE CHANGED.

...Fire, sea of fire... He tries to call for help, but the door is locked.

The Man: - Alexandro... Brother! Somebody, help!...

Breaking through the raging flames, he looked out into the courtyard. Without looking at him, the woman got into the car. No, she can't...

The Man: - Elvira! Wait, stop!

Without thinking, he jumps onto the windowsill, a deafening explosion is heard behind him... And everything is plunged into darkness.





Scene 2. Angel or Demon

Awakened by a knock on the door, Don Armando blindly reached for the mask. After making sure that it is on his face, he turned around.

Don Armando: - Come in!
The Monk: - My son, I woke you up...

The monk who entered quickly looked around the cell, noticing the broken mirror, shook his head.

The Monk: - You... know everything, don't you?
Don Armando: - But does that mean that I...

Padre Santore nodded.

The Monk: - Yes, my son. You're a Warrior, it's always been that way. It's not your fault that you forgot about it.
Don Armando: - But who am I - Zorro or Don Juan?
The Monk: - The choice is yours. But it is absolutely clear - your sword is for protection, not for attack ...

Armando dropped his head on his hands.

Don Armando: - I saw... everything. But what should I do now? What is my mission here?

Padre Santore approached his student, putting his hand on his shoulder.
 
The Monk: - You see, there are forces in the world that are capable of destroying everything that gets in their way. They penetrate into our souls from birth (I hope you have already understood that we are all born equally bright and pure spiritually), parasitizing us, subjecting us to their Dark Will. That's what happened to you, to all of us. We always blame the government and the world around us for our failures, instead of looking into the Mirror of our soul and starting with ourselves... 
Don Armando: - So I've lost everything. Is it possible to start from the beginning?
The Monk: - I have not lost it, my son, but I have finally found what I have to. We all face a choice of path one day. I was the same at your age, tired of everything, almost losing faith. But the Lord never leaves us, moreover, he gives us the right to choose. Someone chooses the path of service to others, someone plunges into science, someone becomes a plowman or a farmer. You chose the path of Fearlessness, paying a high price for it... And you didn't lose, did you? You have a lot of challenges ahead, but I believe you will cope and one day, just like me, you will become a Teacher for those who are still looking for their way... The ways of the Lord are incomprehensible. But the sky often sends us Signs, Coincidences, Insights... Learn to look back, view your life from the past to the present and you will see them. It's not an accident, my son.
Don Armando: - So I've been given another chance... But my brother...

He lowered his head. Padre Santore nodded. 

The Monk: - Yes, but remember - one grain of rice tips the scales. Just one act can be the key to both happiness and well-being for one, and for the whole world as a whole. 
Don Armando: - I know that, Father...


THE SCENE IS CHANGING


Night. Curfew. A masked man leaves the house. A young girl also comes out of the opposite house, goes to the bridge. In the very middle of it, she suddenly stopped, thinking for a second, and then climbed over the railing, holding on with one hand, looking at the water. 

Don Armando: - I wouldn't do that if I were you.
But the girl, without turning around, just said through her teeth: - I don't need a lecture, thank you. I'm fed up with them... And you are not in my place, fortunately for you.

Armando shrugged, crossing his arms over his chest.

Don Armando: - That's not what I mean. The water is too cold at this time of year. 

The girl looked around. When she saw the man in the black hood and mask, she gripped the railing even tighter.

Trying not to betray her fright, she whispered: - How cold?
Don Armando: - It's like thousands of needles piercing the body. If you were falling through the ice...

He took a step towards her. The girl immediately stretched out her hand.

A girl: - Not a step. I'm not kidding. I don't care what kind of water," there were tears in her voice. "I'm so tired of you all... I do not want... that's all. anymore...
Don Armando: - You're just a coward. 

The girl looked at the man dumbfounded. It was impossible to see his expression from the dark mask, which further inflamed her anger.

A girl: - What makes you think that?

Armando shrugged his shoulders.

Don Armando: - Only cowards decide to quit the game ahead of time. What are you so scared of?
A girl: - I wasn't afraid of anything. And who are you to judge me? You don't know anything about me... But you're not the first. It's always been like this for as long as I can remember. You men are funny creatures... Everyone is playing like a cat with a mouse, only pretending that we mean something to you... How many of us are on your track records?... A thousand, two? But that's just enough for me!

She made an awkward movement, her foot slipped... Armando ran up to her, grabbing her hand, not letting her fall. Tearing off his leather cloak, he wrapped the girl up. He expected tears, hysteria, but she only looked at him with an absent look. She was shaking violently. 

Don Armando: - You're safe. What's your name?

The girl looked up at him with a heavy look.

A girl: - I don't think it matters... But I think it's also not entirely appropriate to ask you this question...

Armando bowed his head. It's strange, but both of them had a feeling that this had already happened, that's just the scenery... changed.

A girl: - But you shouldn't have saved me. I'm not worth it, believe me. And there is no place for me in this world...

The girl, shivering, wrapped herself in a cloak. She was immediately enveloped by the intoxicating scent of men's perfume... Thin and at the same time so painfully familiar. It was weird.

Don Armando: - Do you really think so, or have you been taught to think so? The
girl nodded thoughtfully.

A girl: - Both. But rather from experience. I don't have a teacher...
Don Armando: - Our whole life is our teacher. Believe me... But it's up to us to decide whether to give up or continue the fight.

The girl smiled bitterly.

A girl: - There would be something to fight for... My fight has been lost for a long time and I don't trust anyone. Do you know what emptiness is? Unlikely... Sometimes I wish I was born a man. Then I could be stronger, bolder ...
Don Armando: - Do you really want to start all over again?

The girl nodded. She noticed that the man was thinking, and then held out his hand to help her up.
 
Don Armando: - If you decide, then wait for me here, at this place tomorrow at midnight. And, I repeat, do not hide behind your fear. He is the worst helper in this life ...

And before the girl could come to her senses, the masked man disappeared in darkness...


THE SCENE IS CHANGING


A tall man, whose face was hidden by a veil of darkness, was walking around the room, glancing at the phone every now and then. The Skype call made him turn around anxiously. He walked over to the desk and pressed a couple of buttons.

The man: - Did you find her? 
The voice on the phone: - Not yet. But I heard that Donna wants to hire a Performer. We don't know exactly what she's up to yet, but... She will stop at nothing to protect her name and honor.

The man: - Too late for her...

The man nodded, picked up a photo from the table, held it up to the moonlight pouring out of the window.

The voice on the phone: - As the Vatican police chief, I give my word of honor, we will find her before the Perpetrator...
 
The man hid the photo in his vest pocket. Opening the window, I looked at the sleeping city.

The Man: - Marcus, you're my best friend... Can I trust you? More in this situation, I have no one to turn to, remember, no one should know ...
The voice on the phone: - Of course.


THE SCENE IS CHANGING


Night. The soft sounds of the piano made the eyelids of the sleeping girl flutter. Opening her eyes, she looked around in bewilderment. Instead of the familiar room in the hotel, the cell of the monastery appeared to her eyes. Finally waking up, she got out of bed and, shivering, wrapped her arms around herself, followed the sound. Opening the wooden door, the girl found herself in the next room, slightly larger than the one where she had been before. 

Anabelle: - You?

The music stopped. Rising from the piano, the man in the black mask nodded in greeting.

Don Armando: - Did I wake you up? I'm sorry, I couldn't resist...
Anabelle: - What... How did I end up here?
Don Armando: - I'm sorry, but I didn't have a choice... I'm afraid you crossed the road at the wrong time and in the wrong place...
Anabelle (shocked): - I... don't understand.

Armando shook his head.

Don Armando: - Did you really not surprise your dismissal so soon? And what about the order to leave Venice?

The girl looked at the man in disbelief.

Anabelle: - So it means... But, who? Why?
Don Armando: - You will understand everything in due time. Do you like music?
Anabelle: - I can't imagine life without her. Although I don't know how to play...

The girl came up to Armando and ran her hand over the keyboard of the instrument.
Anabelle: - A beautiful piano.
Don armando: - Do you know? Really?
Anabelle: - Bechstein. Many companies that create the best pianos were founded in Germany. But such instruments were preferred by Claude Debussy and Richard Wagner.
Don Armando: - Debussy?
Anabelle: - One of my favorite composers. His "Moonlight" and "Faun's Midday Rest" are beautiful, - the girl smiled. - I took music lessons a couple of times. But that was a long time ago...
Don Armando: - And what about singing?
 
The girl shook her head and walked away from the piano in confusion.

Anabelle: - No, no...
Don Armando: - No, I can't or not, have I never tried?
Anabelle: - I tried. But I was given a verdict - the squeak of a vole mouse. And my neighbors would not approve of such exercises. 
Don Armando: - In that case, I could help you, if you allow me, of course, to give you a couple of lessons ...

Anabelle threw, but then again looked at the man.

Anabelle: - However... me... I'm sorry, I still don't know your name.
Don Armando (sadly smiling to himself): - What does the name mean... - Armando lowered the keyboard cover. - It...
Anabelle: - ... Will die like a sad noise, waves splashing into the distant shore, like the sound of the night in the silence of the deaf ...
Don Armando: - Pushkin... Amazing. I didn't thought you...

Anabelle shrugged her shoulders.

Anabelle: - I am a linguist-philologist, I have to create a kind of library fund in my memory. Do you like to read?
Don Armando: - Depends on what exactly... If you're talking about mind reading or human souls...
Anabelle: - Hypnosis?  The girl looked at the man suspiciously. He laughed under the mask.
Don Armando: - The woman's mind is truly incomprehensible... You amaze me, madam. 
Anabelle: - Mademoiselle. I wasn't married. 
Don Armando: - Not once, how sad...

Came close to the window, where there was a rose bush in a large vase, the girl threw over her shoulder as indifferently as possible:

Anabelle: - If I were a man, I would never get married.

Coming so close to her that she could feel his breath behind her back, the man nodded.

Don Armando: - Perhaps you are right. Family is a huge responsibility. To create it, you need to be absolutely sure of the correctness of your decision to link your life with a person equal to you in beliefs, values and inclinations. But it sometimes takes a lifetime...
Anabelle: - And you... were you married? - Anabel immediately stopped. - I'm sorry, you yourself started this conversation first...

Armando bowed his head.

Don Armando: - ... You still haven't answered - do you like roses? This is a rather rare variety...
Anabelle: - Osiria... Yes, unusual. And very beautiful.

Armando looked at the girl incredulously (as far as the masked man could tell).

Don Armando: - You knew?

Anna gently touched the petals with her fingertips.

Anabelle: - At home, as a child, roses always grew... I remember I tried to grow them later at home... But they died of the disease. And I never found the house where I could plant them. And where they would be safe...
Don Armando: - You're safe here... 

Armando gently took her hand in his. The girl looked at his palms, from the inside they were covered with a thin mesh of scars, similar to burn marks. She involuntarily recalled her old dream. Strangely, since meeting this incomprehensible man, it began to appear to her less often. Trying not to betray herself, the girl smiled.

Anabelle: - Here... Are you sure, senor...?

Armando stopped, as if remembering something.
 
Don Armando: - How rude of me... That's what I called myself.  I beg you to forgive my absent-mindedness-Armando de Custodio is at your service, senora...

The girl suddenly chuckled. Armando tilted his head, looking at her in bewilderment. 

Don Armando: - Did I make you laugh?
Anabelle: - No, no... It's just, it's all so unreal. You... This cell is in an ancient monastery whose name I can't even guess. It was like I was in one of my favorite dreams... You may remember the movie VENDETTA... And the mask, and the roses... You took his image, am I right?

Armando, staring at her through the slits of his mask, shook his head.

Don Armando: - Alas, I don't even know who you're talking about... I assure you, my symbol does not repeat anyone's comics, all coincidences are random. Although they say that there are no accidents. Everything is much deeper. But let's not talk about it. You recognized me, but who do I have the honor to talk to?
Anabelle: - Anabelle...
Don Armando: - Belle? You could also become the heroine of a novel... 

The girl shook her head. Like a flash, a long-forgotten vision flashed before her eyes-autumn, evening, a man in a wide-brimmed hat, rain... No, there are no such coincidences! The girl decided to change the conversation by asking a question that did not go out of her head in any way.

Anabelle: - Still, Armando... How did I get here? I don't remember anything...
Don Armando: - I already said... I had to resort to kidnapping. Warning your indignation (quite reasonable, I understand you), I must say that I had no choice. They wanted to kill you.

Anabelle pressed her palm to her lips in shock.

Anabelle: - No, it's a mistake... 
Don Armando: - You know perfectly well that there is no mistake. I shouldn't have messed with the Martinez clan. They are powerful and will not tolerate any interference in their affairs and lives. Especially when the main ground for revenge is jealousy... 
Anabelle: - Martinez? - the girl looked at the man in amazement and fear. - But... This is... the name of the chairman of the board of directors of the company with whom we had an appointment. But I didn't do anything... I swear!
Don Armando: - In a sense, yes, but you have attracted attention... For those who are used to subjecting everything to total control... You need to choose dating more carefully, don't you?... Or do you think that the fact that you were invited to the meeting is just a coincidence?
Anabelle: - Do you know that too? From where?

Armando looked away, folding his arms over his chest, turning to the window.
 
Don Armando: - As I said, mind reading is just a toy for me. But you are in great danger.
Anabelle: - But I don't understand...

Armando sighed.

Don Armando: - Martinez... Not many people know their clan, although its history has been going on since the Inquisition... I shouldn't have drawn their attention to myself. But since it happened, accept that you will not be able to return to the life that you had before.

The girl nodded resignedly.

Anabelle: - I've already figured that out. Even then, on the plane, I had a premonition.

Anabel went up to the man and put her hand on his shoulder (although she had to stand on tiptoe for this, since he was much taller than her). Armando studied her.

Anabelle: - Forgive me...
Don Armando: - For what? It seems that you are nothing...
Anabelle: - On the contrary... I haven't thanked you yet. And you just saved my life. And maybe not just life... And about the rest... Let the past remain in the past.
Don Armando: - Are you sure? - the man looked at a girl intently. - I warn you, there will be no turning back.
Anabelle: - Yes.

The girl walked up to Armando and, taking his hand in hers, squeezed it tightly.

Anabelle: - I'm ready...




Scene 3. The right to choose.

Elvira: - The devil... she will regret that she was born... Are you on the trail?

The Executor shook his head negatively. The woman who entered the office sank into a chair, covering her face with her hand, the man accompanying her sympathetically poured water from a faceted decanter, and handed it to her.

The Executor: - No, alas... She disappeared. As if she had fallen through the ground.
  
Elvira sat down in a chair and stared at the Executor.

Elvira: - Remember, Don Martinez must not find out about anything. My father is an extremely hot-tempered man, he will never forgive me... For him, the honor of the family is sacred. This girl... She shouldn't have gotten in my way. If she finds out... My husband got what he deserved. The main thing is that he left me his name and title. And my son, the true Alvaro, will continue our work. Oh, Madonna! God forgive me, I didn't want this to happen, I tried everything, even went to Isabella Fernantes.

The Executor: - A famous seer? And what did she say?

The Executor looked with interest at the young dark-haired woman. She shrugged her shoulders.

Elvira: - She did her best. She said he wouldn't go anywhere unless he found out... And I did everything so that this would never happen. But Don Alvaro's attraction to this scoundrel was too strong, there was something like kinship of souls...

Elvira pursed her lips impatiently.

Elvira: - Find her... You know what needs to be done. But without too much noise. No one should know about this. Is that clear to you?
The Executor: - We will do everything in our power, madam, you can be sure.



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Morning. The courtyard of the monastery. Anabel and Armando, dressed in the same special training suits, practice combat techniques. Finally, the girl threw Armando to the ground.

Don Armando: - Touch... You're making progress.

Anabelle smiled and gave him her hand.

Anabelle: - I have a great teacher. But it will be more difficult to apply this technique in battle...

Armando got to his feet, brushing off his ever-black doublet.

Don Armando: - I never would have thought that a woman would become my student. The Ways of the Lord are truly inscrutable... The last test remains - to rid you of fear.

Anabelle looked at Armando defiantly.

Anabelle: - I'm not a coward!
Don Armando: - We'll see... You wanted to help me. And so...


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The former estate of Don Bocelli. Don Martinez, sitting in an armchair, clutched a scarlet rose in his hand, ignoring the blood dripping from his fingers. In his eyes, black as night, the reflections of the dying sunset danced.

The head of security: - Sir, here's a girl. It looks like she decided to play a gambit.

Don Martinez, throwing away the broken rose, turned around. Seeing the girl, the man grinned and, approaching her, removed the blindfold from her eyes.

Don Martinez: - Oh, so you came by yourself after all! I didn't expect it, but apparently, so be it.

The girl made an attempt to pull away, but Don Alvaro, laughing, drew her to him.

Don Martinez: - Did you think you could avoid retribution? Alas, the boomerang is not asleep. I didn't love my daughter's husband, but she gave him all of herself. If it wasn't for her connections, then even a title wouldn't have helped Alvaro achieve the influence he dreamed of... - he chuckled, but then frowned. - But I love my daughter. And what you did...
Anabelle: - You're wrong, Don Martinez, and I have proof that to you.

Taking out a flash drive from her pocket, she handed it to the man. He grunted and turned it over in his hands.

Don Martinez: - And what is this?

Inserting it into the computer, the man opened the file... His eyes widened.

Don Martinez: - What... What's that? HOW?!
Elvira: - So you decided to play a gambit? Classic...

Appearing unnoticed in the doorway, Elvira pulled out a gun, pointing it at the girl. Then her eyes narrowed and she turned her gaze to the astonished man.

Elvira: - Now you know...
Don Martinez: - Elvira...
Elvira: - Shut up. I didn't want to involve you... But I have no choice... Sorry, Father...

Without hesitation, Anabelle rushed to intercept her, pushing the man away. A shot rang out... And everything was plunged into darkness.


Scene 4. The New Way

Waking up, the girl ran her hand over her eyes. What's it? Single camera? Jumping to her feet, she looked around in horror. Yes, it looks like it... But, why? For what? The girl came to the door. Locked. Realizing that she was in custody, Anabel did not rush around the cell, on the contrary, sitting on the floor, tried to collect her thoughts. The last thing she remembered was meeting Elvira. And - a shot. The girl examined herself, but, to her amazement, she did not see a trace of a bullet. So someone had saved her. But who? Night replaced day, but everyone seemed to have forgotten about the girl. The bewilderment was replaced by a strange stupor. Well, she has long been indifferent to her fate... Through a small latticed window, a rectangle of the starry sky was visible from above. It's funny, but she just, as it seemed to her, began to live. Apparently, Armando is right and what he said about revenge out of jealousy is true. Armando... He was so unlike any man she had ever known, so brave, elegant and care... No one cared about her as much as he did. Although did she know? She remembered Eduardo, a mysterious Stranger who turned out to be a member of an influential clan... It's a pity that she never had time to know him, but who cares?... Well, the past will always remain in the past, we can't change it... The girl looked around for a jacket. Flash drive! She dropped her head into her hands. All the evidence, photos... Everything is gone...

Finally, towards the evening of the second day, she heard the sound of footsteps. The door opened, and several people appeared on the threshold, wrapped from head to toe in black. Roughly lifting the girl to her feet, they led her down the corridor to the great hall. Accustomed to the semi-darkness of the camera, she was momentarily blinded by a bright light. Looking around, Anabelle saw only the same impassive masks and black robes. One of the people came forward.

The man in cloak: - Senora Anabelle, do you know why YOU are here?

The girl grinned, despite all the seriousness, the situation began to amuse her. Is everything that happens to her a reality?

Anabelle: - I have no idea...
The man in cloak: - Do you know a man named Armando de Custodio?

Ah, that's it... Apparently, she fell into the hands of a hostile Order. She wonder who they are?

The masked man bowed his head.

The man in cloak: - Think about it... your life depends on your answer, no more and no less...

Anabelle just shook her head firmly.

Anabelle: - No. But even if I did, I wouldn't tell you.

The masked man snapped his fingers.

The man in cloak: - Fine... Take her to the Confession Room.

The girl chuckled, lowering her head. Well, that seems to be it... The same two people, wringing their hands, took her to a small dim hall. To the amazement of the girl, it turned out to be completely empty. Throwing it on the floor, the men left. The girl sat down, clasping her knees with her hands. A metallic voice came from somewhere above:

The Voice: - Senora Anabel, you have a minute before we turn on the gas. Where is Armando de Custodio? What do you know about him?

The girl shrugged indifferently.

Anabelle: - I WON'T TELL YOU... 
The Voice: - As you wish.

The room began to fill with acrid smoke. The girl, without flinching, with a smile, got to her feet, took a deep breath and ... fainted.



THE SCENE IS CHANGING



The familiar cell of the monastery emerged from the fog of nothingness. Squinting her eyes, the girl noticed a man in a cloak and mask nearby, who gently held her hand. Slowly recovering, she looked around. Realizing that this was not a dream, she pulled her palm out of the man's hands. 

Anabelle: - YOU! 

Armando bowed his head.

Don Armando: - Yes, it's me. 

The girl sobbed. My God, how tired she is of these games...

Anabelle: - Armando, why? I...
Don Armando: - You said that I look like a movie hero. This gave me an idea...

Anabel looked at the man with confusion.

Anabelle: - You're definitely crazy... Crazy!
Don Armando: - No more than you or anyone else. But you had a chance to give me away to them. You didn't do that... Why?
Anabelle: - I think you know the answer. 

Sitting up on the bed, with one movement, the girl tore off the man's mask. In shock, he pulled away. Leaning against the wall, he covered his face with his hands. But then he noticed how the girl, overcoming weakness, got out of bed and took a step towards him. But her legs wouldn't obey her, and Armando barely managed to support the swaying girl. 

Anabelle: - Don't hide your face, Armando de Alvaro... It is just bones covered with muscles and skin. The main thing is not that, but that in your chest beats the most sincere and honest heart of those that I have seen in my life... Now I know... I realized still there, in that cell...
Don Armando: - Anabelle... Believe me, I'm not standing ...
Anabelle: - Standing like no one else ...

Without letting him finish the sentence, the girl covered his face with her hands, and they merged in a kiss. 

Don Armando: - Truly, there is no more fear in you...
Anabelle: - As there is in you. I've been looking for you for so long... We are somewhat similar, don't you think?...



THE FINAL

The office of the security adviser. The head of the Council and his several supporters turned around, looking at the door through which a masked man appeared, accompanied by a girl in black. The girl smiled.

Anabelle: - I hope we're not too late."

The head of the Council shook his head.

The head of the Council: - Not at all, and we wouldn't have started without you. Armando, Senora Anabelle... I am very pleased to introduce you to the Italian Security Council. We are honoured that you have become part of our team by choosing such an honorable role - our Secret Agents. We have been watching you for a long time. And now everything depends on you...

Anabelle looked at Armando, and then timidly asked: - May I ask... That woman, Elvira... she...

The head of the Council nodded.

The head of the Council: - I know the story... I hasten to reassure you - Elvira Alvaro has now been transferred to the position of your assistant. She has a job waiting for her at our headquarters... Of course, after she passes all seven trials of the Order.
Anabelle and Armando: - WHAT?!!!

The head of the Council: - Would you agree that sometimes a person should be given a second chance? - The head of the Council chuckled. - However, the trials of the Templar Order are not the easiest way. Unlike others like him. An iron will is needed here, for they are incorruptible and inflexible. Who better than you to know this... 

Anabel exchanged glances with Armando. Despite the immobility of the mask, she felt how much he was amazed and... calm. It was as if a mountain had been lifted from her shoulders. So it's all in the past... And no matter what happens next, the main thing is that here and now.

The head of the Council held out his hand to Armando.

The head of the Council: - Well, I think we can rely on you in the future?

Armando shook the extended hand of the Head of the Council with feeling.

Don Armando: - Absolutely.
The head of the Council: - Then it's a deal! Good luck, Guardians of Justice! May luck always be with you. 


to be continued...