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«Stop!» Marmarov snapped his fingers. «Did you asked where\'s the bathroom? or where can I wash my hands? »

Boris gazed in silly manner:

«What\'s a difference?»

«Answer the question!» Arseny gave a stern look.

«I\'ve asked about the bathroom. Where is a bathroom? I said. That were my exact words. So what?»

«In-te-res-ting.» stretched his word Marmarov.

Natalya smiled. Boris rolled his eyes. Only eyes of the newbie flashed with sparkles.

«What were you saying about Zvezditsky\'s shack ?» Marmarov sat himself by the table. «Or is it new fashioned slang for a palace ?»

Boris smiled:

«Zvezditsky has gone crazy: for a summer he rented a real shack in the village. He occupied it completely. Three families which huddled there, he sent to Anapa. Until September…»

«What kind of shack?» Arseny got a hiccup. «Excuse Me.»

«Creepy one, pre-revolutionary building of a hotel type. When I was… am… asked to leave, I could manage to talk to some people there.»

«With whom?»

«With locals.»

«And?!»

«People laughed at Zvezditsky, real loco your man, they say… Now brace yourselves! Next door to that shack stays a super-duper boarding house, named Sunrise. Cozy. Private. Jacuzzi, pool table, mini pool, in short high standard.» he cocked his thumb up. «The owner of those suites is so freaked out. Look! He offered to Zvezditsky a whole suit free of charge! Obviously, for promotional purposes.»

«Didn\'t pull off?» mumbled Arseny.

«Nope!» Boris smiled victoriously.

«Why didn\'t you tell me that before?!» resented Arseny. «Such a theme! a potential slant for the next article.»

«I had no chance to drop a word on the briefing. Only verdicts went through, sort of screwed up, failure …»

Arseny waved his hand.

«We\'ve got some issues.»

«Just one on a different frets: How dare you to fail the mission? What was the question, that was the answer. I learned it on my first year of the University.»

Boris scrambled his boss.

«I know! I got it!» Newbie suddenly jumped up, his eyes blazing. «For Sure … There\'s a treasure!»

«Where?» Boris and Natasha starred at Peter.

«There! In the shack, in the bathroom … That hovel is pre-revolutionary…»

«Calm down» dismissively waved Arseny, but came across a choppy gesture of Marmarov.

«What if…» The guest mysteriously remarked and lifted his bushy eyebrow.

It felt like fixed on each other eyes will ignite the spark.

«Let me check it out,» suddenly started Arseny and reached out for the laptop. His nostrils shivered like as of hound on its trail. And fingers were hovering above the keyboard already.

«Such a friend! With one glance got it all!» Boris scrabbled his two-day stubble.

Peter and Natalya listened attentively.

«March 15th, 1969,» a minute later started Arseny, glancing at his guest. «Here is the place of his birth and it is blurry: Zvezditsky was born in Transbaikalia.»

«Will do.» Marmarov nodded.

On the table suddenly materialized an open book in textile cover. Finger of Marmarov skated through its lines, his lips went to soft motion.

«The Book Of Fate!» stunned Arseny his amazed colleagues.

As usual, it was difficult to understand was he joking or not.

Boris peered over the shoulder of the guest. On yellowish pages appeared some strange characters and small digits. And on the left, in the corner of the book, emerged a sketch of a circle similar to a compass. Compass\' arrow pointed upward.

Finally, Marmarov turned away from the book and conspiratorially winked. Everybody were huddled over their curious visitor. The shadow of Sherlock Holmes has covered the entire group.

«At the time of Zvezditsky\'s birth Uranus got up high, into zenith: from rags to riches .»

«Entertaining.» chuckled Boris.

«This is only a prelude. I can say it in other way: Uranium in zenith is a hymn to a genius, a luck, and take off …»

«Are there many of those whose fate depends on lucky chance ?»

«In a changing world, yes.»

«For example?»

«Marie Antoinette, Karl Marx, Lazar Kaganovich, Saddam Hussein, Boris Yeltsin. Different times, countries, destinies … The trend is one: the rise occurs in overnight, suddenly … Possibility of Uranium at its zenith, akin to a magic wand.»

«Lucky men.» sighed Natalya.

«It\'s hard to say,» shrugged his shoulder Marmarov. «Uranus in zenith is unstable. Unlike stern Saturn, pleasant Jupiter, and the planet of dreams Neptune. They are the ones who rule long— life-ball, without sharp ups and downs. Ah. Here is a trap. Saturn is transit and shadowing Zvezditsky \'s Uranium. And here is the Cross of Fate: depression and spleen. In quadruple froze the Black Moon: someone\'s malicious eye, evil genius, temptation. In the asset — a secret enemy. Wicked …»

«What about treasure?» suddenly applied the voice of Peter.

«Alas. I see there no treasure or other hidden possessions. Its master of treasures is in a shadow. Leading dimension is partnership. Now he is in black zone. But his life is doomed to be supported by business people, wife …»

«Wife? She died …»

«Not a good sign. He had to pray for her, to take care, to cherish … That\'s a payback: his own fear kills him.»

«Zvezditsky and fear are things incompatible.» Nata looked with same prick.

«All the same! Bad luck in his fate is not a fiction. Zvezditsky was born in an eclipse which gives him fatality …»

«And what is for us ?» lodged in Boris.

«I think, Boris, you should try to remind him about an interview. He was led not by aplomb but fear. He is completely taken by it. Your appearance happen to be at wrong time. In the worst case scenario he forgot about you. Most likely, he regrets about having such a reception for you. Call him.» Marmarov threw his wrist out with a massive chronometer on in. «Now! While the Moon is not off its course. A meeting would be good to be scheduled for tomorrow.»