The ghost of Mr. Gustav Kunst, who wanders at nigh

The brand new diploma was in hand. Congratulatory speeches died down and Victor was left alone with his thoughts about the future. It's time to look for a job. Everything was wrong, everything didn't work out. He sent out bundles of resumes, but there were few responses, and those that came did not really satisfy him. So a week passed, then another, it was necessary to decide something and decide on something. Returning from the next interview, Victor decided to take a walk. I didn't want to go home. Passing by the central square, Victor suddenly heard his name. The young man looked back. Yes, that was his real name. A strange figure in the clothes of the last century bounced on the spot, waving in greeting and saying his name. Victor stopped, he decided that if someone really needs it, then this person now has the opportunity to approach him and explain himself. However, the man in strange clothes continued to shout his name, but for some reason did not move. Rather, this strange type did not stand still, he danced and spun around his axis, but did not even make an attempt to get out of the shadow of the building. Finally, Victor realized that the man would not calm down and would call him until he, Victor, himself came up to him. Victor sighed, and then remembered that no one was waiting for him at home, and he had a whole day ahead of him, which he had to fill with something. Victor lived with his brother, this apartment was left to him by his great-aunt. Mom and dad lived at the same address, on Fokina Street. However, today my brother and parents were not in the city. My brother flew with his girlfriend to Thailand, and mom and dad went to a sanatorium. After a little hesitation, Victor turned around and slowly walked in the direction where the strange man was standing. Most likely, Victor, since he was careful enough, would not have responded to the call of a strange person, but he was bribed by the fact that a man in strange clothes called him by the name V. This name was like greetings from that life that Victor did not remember. Or rather, not even like that, this name was like greetings from that life that Victor did not remember. And again the wrong wording, this name was like greetings from that life that Victor could not remember. Now that's correct. Memories began to return after he helped the white-haired Japanese woman and her devoted servant, the umbrella, finish their business and finally go to where their souls would find peace. Leaving at dawn, a white-haired Japanese woman made a gift to Victor, she returned his memories. The memories came back slowly, they were fragmentary and not coherent, but they were his memories! As Victor approached the strange man, he backed away into the shadows of the building and beckoned Victor to follow him.
“The owner is calling,” the man took off a strange headdress from his head, rubbed it lovingly, and then put it back on his head, “let's go!” I will be praised! Who is good? I'm done! Wee heard and came to the call! Don't stop, let's go!
- Where? - Victor turned his head - there is no door here!
“You are good,” the man laughed, “but you remember slowly! There is a door, you must remember! Hurry, I'm hot, the sun is rising and the shadows are getting smaller!
The young man looked once more at the building in front of him. There was no door. There was no door! The building in front of him was quite old. As old as the building that stood across the street. And these buildings were built at about the same time. Only the one across the road was a trading house, and this building was residential. Victor was angry. The memories were close, just at the tip of his finger, but he could not grasp them. The day flared up. The man in the hat looked pleadingly at the young man. And then, even though it was forbidden, he gave a hint.
"Ungaike's magic mirror," he whispered, "Wongwi." Christmas! Tunnel!
My master saved you! You went through the tunnel! No, I won't anymore! The hat on the man began to unravel, soon the lining became visible.
- No. My hat! - the little man howled, - Don't! You nasty man, remember now! Oh my hat! Excuse me, don't take my hat! I will no more! The sun is almost up, I'll burn without my hat! It hurts, it hurts! Let me back, I want to go back to the building! I'm on fire! Mr. V, we must remember! Mirror, Wongwi...
The top of the little man began to smoke. The hat was completely gone by then.
"Damned kitchen slave!" What are you doing to me!?
“Slave of the kitchen” - for some reason these words hurt the young man, and, of course, he was not pleased that he was being scolded for no reason. "Slave, slave, slave" beat like a bell in Victor's head. And suddenly... He remembered!
- Stop! I remember! The passage was here!
As soon as Victor pointed his finger at the place where, in his opinion, there was a passage, a ray of the morning sun cut him in the eyes. The man screamed and began to rub his eyes. When the discomfort partially passed, he saw the door. That strange man was lying near the door, his hands were burned and covered with blisters. Victor rushed to the man, took him in his arms and opened the door. As soon as Victor did this, the sun rose completely. The place whereand now Victor came in, it was once, as I said, a residential building. It was a long time ago, almost two centuries ago. The owner of the trading empire built this house for his family. And also in the house there were several apartments in which his workers lived. I repeat, it was a very long time ago, almost when the city of Vladivostok arose. Moving in an unknown direction, Vitya was perplexed. He didn't understand why this was happening to him right now. By this, Vitya meant precisely such situations that often happened to him recently. Unfamiliar people approached Victor, asked for something, hinted at something, claimed that they knew each other. That is, the situation was approximately the same as today. Moving along the underground passage with a burnt man in his arms, Victor became more and more immersed in past events that happened to him nine years ago. Of course, he didn’t remember everything, but the annoying word “slave” with each jolt of blood opened up more and more memories for him.
Yes, indeed, on that fateful day, Ungaike's mirror was broken. Victor remembered that it was very cold, he was walking down the street, a girl who he really liked approached him. The girl's name was Anastasia. However, when she saw Victor, the girl behaved strangely. I will not tell that story, I will only say that Victor realized in time that the wrong girl was standing in front of him. Rather, the face and figure standing in front of him looked like Nastya, but the magic mirror calendar managed to warn the owner. In front of Victor stood Vongvi - a malevolent creature that took the form of a girl Anastasia. Throwing a glance to the left and to the right, Victor saw with horror that a ring was shrinking around him. An army of malevolent creatures with the face of Anastasia enclosed Victor in a circle, and this circle was inexorably shrinking. Fortunately, Victor remembered that there was a magic coal in his pocket.
Having caught the moment, Vitya drew a door with magic coal with lightning speed and escaped through this door from the army of the malicious Wongwi. The painted door led him then just to where Victor was now. It was a house that was built for their employees by the owners of the trading empire - Gustav Kust and Gustav Albers. However, in history this building remained as the house of Dattan, that was the name of another companion of Kunst and Albers.
If you look at this house, you can see that it was built on a slope.
And you know ... Okay, I'll make a small digression! I think that the events that I am now talking about happened because there was movement around the building. The city authorities decided that the residential building, which once belonged to the trading company Kunst and Albers (then there were many more organizations, the latest organization that is currently inside is a polyclinic) will now place the treasures of the Hermitage inside. This is certainly a worthy use for such an old building, but we are not just talking about the glorious past of this building, we are talking about why the ghosts that lived for many years inside this building became more active. So, Victor took on the scorched ghost, passed through the secret door, which opened before him only at the moment when he remembered, and quickly moved forward. However, Victor did not have to drag the ghost for long, he walked no more than ten steps when he felt that someone was tugging at his sleeve.
“Master,” he heard a weak voice, “you can already lower me to the floor.
Victor did just that. By the way, about the floor, if you think that after passing through the door, Victor went on ordinary land, then you are mistaken. Victor, or as the ghost called him, V, walked across the beautiful mosaic floor. The floor tiles reflected Victor as in a mirror, by the way, the ghost was also reflected in these tiles. Well, of course, there is nothing special about this, after all, a ghost is not a vampire. Ghosts are a different kind of otherworldly.
The ghost quickly came to his senses, here was his house, in which, after his death, he lived for an uncountable number of years.