Gustav kunst asks for a favor

At the end of the nineteenth century, two young Germans with the same names Gustav Kunst and Gustav Albers came to a common decision - to go to Vladivostok. In a young Russian city in the center of Asia, there was where to turn around and earn money. There were almost no competitors, but there was a huge shortage of food, things, building materials - everything that a fast-growing city needs.
Things were going well, but sometimes the boat of business had to be rocked to keep it moving forward, and it was at that moment that Gustav Kunst succumbed to temptation and turned to the occult. Kunst had no family; his workers, his business, were his home and family. Together with a partner, he created excellent conditions for his employees - a library, free treatment, free meals and housing, even a kindergarten - all this was provided to those who worked for our couple of merchants. In return, only one thing was required, devotion, knowledge of languages ;;(Russian, English, French, well, if possible, then Chinese) and efficiency. With whom Mr. Kunst entered into an otherworldly agreement, we will not specify, but this is what happened, having retired and handed over the business to a partner, Adolf Dattan, Kunst lived out his days in paradise, in Hawaii. Russian winters forever discouraged him from living where it snows. The time came and Gustav Kunst died peacefully, but at some point the spirit of the owner of the department store realized this, for some reason he was again standing under the arches of the house that he had built. Now the spirit of Gustav Kunst was attached to this place. Several workers, those who helped him in occult rituals, also could not go to the kingdom of heaven. Decades changed, life went on, and Gustav Kunst waited. He knew deliverance would come. And now the kitchen slave was standing in front of Kunst. Nine years ago, during a meeting with the boy, Mr. Kunst did not dare to state his request to the kitchen slave, he thought that he would have more time for this, but he was too late. The boy lost his abilities overnight, and therefore now, when the memory returned to the former slave of the kitchen, Mr. Gustav Kunst realized that it was impossible to delay.
“Greetings, young man,” the owner of the house got up from his chair, “you have changed, matured!” You remember me?
“Yes,” Victor stammered, “I remember something, but not completely yet!”
The memory will return! You just need to try!
- Yes i am trying! But sometimes…
- Yes it is hard! But for any work there is a reward!
- What are you speaking about? Victor looked up, "what job?"
- All in good time! First let's talk about the reward, and then about the work! Do you agree?
- Well maybe.
— What did the crystal pyramid show you?
“Oh… There was a girl, she was in trouble!” I think I even recognized this girl! Maybe, of course, I'm wrong ...
- No, there is no mistake, - the owner of the living room raised his cane and lightly tapped on the floor. - The pyramid shows those with whom we are connected.
- Maybe you're right.
Catching a note of doubt in V's voice, Mr. Kunst affectionately patted the young man on the head.
- Yes, I'm right. Mr. Victor, would you like to know where this girl is now? Is this your desire?
“Yes,” V grabbed Kunst by the hand, “I want it, I want it with all my heart!”
“Very well,” Kunst laughed approvingly, “I will help you fulfill your wish.” You will find this girl. Her name is Si I think?
No, her name is Anastasia.
- It is now she bears this name, but in the past ... However, let's not be distracted! - Kunst was silent
- What, what do you want to say? - Victor felt that he was shaking - I will never be able to meet her?
“No,” Kunst raised his hand in a soothing gesture, “this girl is your destiny, and you will definitely meet her!” But, each fate has many options, paths. Help is needed to get on the right track. Help that I want to offer you!
- Yes, - Victor could no longer control himself and therefore shouted, - I agree, I agree to everything!
— Calm down! Kunst's face suddenly aged before our eyes. You don't even know what I want to ask. Any agreement... Once upon a time, I thoughtlessly, just like you now, concluded an agreement, and for more than a century I have been paying with my immortal soul!
- I believe you! Victor said firmly. “You saved me from the Wongwi and therefore you cannot harm me.
- Well, if so, then listen!
My empire collapsed when otherworldly forces intervened. Of course, I am also to blame for something, but still ... At that moment I had already retired and did not manage the trading empire, all affairs were transferred to Adolf Dattan and Albers' son Alfred, but the family always remains a family. Even if you live far away, you think and take care of your family. Once I sold my immortal soul so that my business, my family, could develop and be happy. During the period of unrest, as I call the times when wars and revolutions shook this land, my rival Churin slandered Dattan and his son Albers! A devastating article was written in which the boys - Adolf and Alfred were called German spies. However, this would not be enough to destroy my empire. Then Churin resorted to the same force that I had once turned to. And from that moment began for