Hollow part 45
- I DON’T KNOW ENGLISH VERY WELL. I JUST WANT TO IMPROVE IT.
- I’M NOT A WRITER.
- IF YOU SAW A MISTAKE, LET ME KNOW.
Are you really think that you are a master of your fate? What would you say, if I told you that you were wrong.
Akim, no longer young, but still good looking, rich man bought a new technology (machine that can cut many trees). He didn’t know that this simple decision not only will have an impact on his own life, but also change life of many others. There is also a girl. The girl, who want to discover who she really is and what is her role in this mess.
He followed gathered people with his eyes, until finally his glance rested on a woman who stood on the opposite side of the hall and was speaking with two men. Akim didn’t have to hear them to know that both of them were probably making advances to her. The woman was tall. Her blond hair was up. She had nice, straight nose. She wasn’t beauty, but there was something in her looks. He wanted to follow gaze away, when he noticed something that changed his mind. The woman raised the glass to her mouth and then, Akim saw it… sneer. Akim stiffened. Suddenly the unknown woman turned her eyes and looked straight at him. Her green eyes slipped through his body and then she smiled, but this wasn’t a flirty smile. It was more like: “You look good, but you are too young and poor for me.”
“Pretty woman, but be careful Mister. She is a maneater. She had two husbands and both she took to the cleaner.”
Akim twitched and turned. Behind him stood a young man with small moustache dressed in gray.
“Kucov.” said the man, pulling his hand towards Akim.
“Maybe you would like to drink with me cognac?”
The man found waiter with his eyes and pointed towards him.
“Here you are.” Said Kucov, taking from tray two glasses full of rust-coloured liquid and gave one to Akim.
“Therefore Mr Engelhardt, to the beginning of this acquaintance!“ He said, raising his glass higher. Then he put it to his mouth, slightly tilted back and in one gulp drunk the content. Then he straightened, clicked his tongue, made a face and looked at glass that he held in his hand.
“I get the impression that with every new exhibition they put more water… Mr Engelhard, what are you doing?” He said, taking his eyes from the glass.
“I’m working for Ludwig Matthus.”
Kucov nodded with the recognition.
“Famous name… Are you an architect Mr Engelhardt?”
“I’m an assistant. Unfortunately, I couldn’t finish my study…”
“They expelled you?”
His directness surprised Akim. He looked at him carefully.
“Yes.” He said after awhile.
“For what?” Kucov pursued this issue.
“I punched a teacher.”
Kucov raised his eyebrows. He pouted his lips, hid his hand in the trousers and flexed his body.
“Well, well… I freely admit you have taken me by surprise. That could be really a very interesting acquaintance. Then what? Another one?”
“Why not? “ Answered Akim and turned, looking for waiter. When he did this, out of the corner of his eyes he noticed a man who was loaned over the table and hid a silver fork under his jacket. Feeling someone’s glance on himself he raised his head very slowly and with eyes so wide like teller he looked at still as mask Akim’s face.
What the hell. In the first moment Akim didn’t know how to react, but when amazement left and got back rationality, he reached his hand towards man and grabbed his jacket.
“Give it back you thief!” He growled.
“I-I don’t know what…” Started the man with trembling voice.
“Don’t lie!” Akim shook him. The man yanked and cutlery fell out from his clothes. Heavy sounds of them hitting floor, turned attention of gathered people.
“Get out from here you thief or I will call the police!” Said Akim still holding the man.
“Oh God…” He heard Kucov voice behind his back. “What a news! Minister is a thief!”
Minister. Akim told to himself. He let go the man, moved away and raised his head, following gathered people with his eyes. Suddenly his eyes rested on a man that was whispering to two some other men.