Girl stalker 11

When they moved quite far from the place where the tragedy occurred, Katya decided to distract her friend and asked her to tell her something.
-Olya, how did you end up here in Mogilnik for the first time? Did someone persuade you to come here? Was it our friend Nadezhda?
-No, it was I who persuaded her to try herself as a stalker. She, just like you, did not want to go. I desperately needed money then, and I decided to take this unknown step not out of whim or whim, I simply had no choice! I had five loans hanging on me, and my friends closed their doors or turned off their phones when I asked to borrow money. I owed a huge number of people, but stubbornly hoped to find a job to pay off the debts. Finally, realizing that there was no help to come from, I went to the moneylender.
However, I was refused there too; it turns out that moneylenders, before giving money, scour the Internet on the websites of debtors who owe money to banks. That is, a clean credit history was also important to moneylenders. Having received a refusal, I realized that I simply could not go. My legs were paralyzed. The moneylender rattled his keys, hinting that he wanted to close his rotten office, but I could not get up. If I stood up, I would just fall. The moneylender understood everything differently; he decided that I was being stubborn.
The man didn’t want a scandal and decided to put himself in my position.
“How’s that?” Katya clarified. “Did he give you money?”
“No,” Olga smiled, “he didn’t give me any money, he gave me a suit for going to the Burial Ground and the necessary equipment, and also made me promise that I would bring all the finds from the Burial Ground only to him.”
-What if you deceived him?
-He didn't leave me a chance. Having demanded my passport and phone number, he drew up an agreement and forced me to sign it. By the way, the contract stated that he would rent the suit and everything that came with it to me. If anything happens, I will also have to give him money for damage to property. Completely stupefied, I took everything he gave and went to the exit. However, she was stopped by words
- My friend is coming for a suit tomorrow.
When I asked why I should send a friend to him, he replied that people don’t go to the Cemetery alone.

I didn’t solve my problem, but I acquired a new one. Now I urgently needed to persuade one of my friends to go with me there, I don’t know where.

As I thought, none of my friends agreed. Those friends who still maintained relationships with me and were kind to me, upon hearing my request, simply refused. And those friends to whom I owed money simply did not want to answer my phone and the doors from the apartments were closed in front of me. Nadezhda was not my close friend; to be precise, we were not friends at all. Nadezhda was a friend of my cousin. We crossed paths a couple of times at joint events, and for some reason we warmed to each other, but that was all. Surprisingly, Nadezhda herself contacted me when she heard a story about my plight from my cousin. It turns out that Nadezhda had long wanted to visit the Cemetery, but could not make up her mind. And now, when such a chance presented itself, she called me and made an appointment. I dropped everything I was doing and showed up for the meeting two hours before the scheduled time. I was very afraid of being late. That's why I arrived earlier. Despair probably left its mark on me, because when Nadezhda saw me, she recoiled. Following her gaze, I realized that my sister’s friend was looking for a way to escape. At that moment I realized that I had to calm down and pull myself together, otherwise I would lose this last chance. It seemed to me that I was convincing when I told Nadezhda where I wanted to go and why I needed her in this place, but my sister’s friend suddenly backed down. She told me that her decision was a mistake. It took me a lot of strength to keep myself from crying. I talked and talked, Nadezhda tried to wedge herself into my monologue, but I didn’t give her such an opportunity. I don’t know which of my arguments made her agree with my idea, but in the end she went to the pawnbroker’s office to buy a suit. True, this did not happen immediately, but only after a week, but still, I felt that the ice had broken. The moneylender took care of the rest. By the way, it’s time for you to tell him his name - his name is Andrey. Since Nadezhda and I knew nothing about the Cemetery, Andrei even sent us to a kind of safety course. These courses were designed for a day, we spent the night right there, and thanks to what I learned in these courses, I am still alive. I took a thick squared notebook and a pen with me to the course, and diligently wrote everything down. Nadezhda was just sitting there, she didn’t have a pen or notebook. However, she remembered much more than I did. The questions she asked the instructors were to the point; moreover, it turned out that Nadezhda was strong not only in theory, she also showed herself to be excellent in practical classes! Subsequently, much of what the instructor talked about and showed us came in handy here in Mogilnik. After getting to know Nadezhda better, I found out that she works at thein a small private museum, before that she taught at the university and was a professor of philology, but then the director of the private museum offered her such conditions that she left the university without hesitation. It turns out that the private museum specialized in what it showed to very wealthy clients... It showed, guess what?
“What?” Katenka asked, “well, speak up!”
- I thought you guessed it! - Olga drawled disappointed, - okay, I’ll tell you. The private museum where Nadezhda worked exhibited finds from the Cemetery. My sister’s friend had a lot of information about the place where the Burial Ground is located, and where you and I are now. Her excursions for private clients, in which she amazingly connected the past and the present, were in great demand.
“Wow,” Katya whistled, “I didn’t know that our Nadyukha was such... Such an important person!” When you introduced me to her, she didn’t look like any professor at all!
“Yes,” Olga laughed, “Nadya, she’s like that!” No pathos.