– In order to play like this, you have to be open, and when I'm open, I'm vulnerable. We will talk not here, – the guy-virtuoso answered. He nodded to a nearby van and left the tool and went with the waiting man. The van pulled up in front of the parting crowd, and two people began to quickly put the equipment in the car. The crowd began to disperse, and the parked cars continued on their way.
***
"Why did you come?" the drummer asked, sitting in the passenger compartment of a luxury car.
The man behind the wheel took off his sunglasses, put them on the dashboard, and turned off the ignition. There was a hazy emptiness around the car. This place was called the Bay. Random people rarely appeared here, since the area was quite remote from the city, and the vowel was only "for their own".
"I've got a new horse," the driver said, patting the steering wheel.
The drummer was silent, waiting for an answer, his eyes fixed on the window.
– Tikhon, I need your help.
"You personally or the order?" the guy asked, not taking his eyes off the window.
– The task is set by the order, but my interest in this is also there.
The drummer grunted significantly and got out of the car. The driver also left the cabin and went after the guy.
"You know, Vahe, I don't help occult communities, none of them," the guy said calmly, not turning around, knowing that the driver was following him.
"I know, but I also know that there is no way out of the order. Those who are not with us are against us.
"Are you here to remind me of this?" Bartholomew decided that I would comply with his request, fearing retribution, as you call it.
– Tikhon… you're not a stupid person. I found you, and they will find you. Maybe you shouldn't fight with those who gave you everything.
The drummer turned and stared into his opponent's eyes. This look carried great power and no less danger.
"I'm just passing it on," Vahe said, raising his hands peaceably.
– You have a worthy opponent, and you decided to push the heads of those who are dangerous to the order. I recognize Bartholomew's methods. What do… you passed it on, I heard it.
"Will you pass something back?" asked in the back of the departing drummer Vahe.
The drummer turned again.
– In response… Look, " he pointed at the car, running his index finger down it, then closing his index finger with his thumb and separating them.