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discovered that she could enter the Twilight and Cheap mbt shoes accidentally looked at herself in a mirror while she was there. Win her confidence, talk some sense into her, support her… an assignment for a beginner. And then there was the gerontophilic succubus who was the laughing stock of half of Biruliovo. This wasn’t even work. It was just a mbt shoes discount couple <a href="http://www.mbtshoesma.com/mbt-kisumu-c-487.html"><strong>mbt kisumu sale</strong></a> of trifling problems. Minor domestic turbulence. Just as he was walking into the airport terminal, Edgar got a call from another magician high up in the Day Watch—the magician that his colleagues knew as Yury, although he could obviously have used a Twilight name quite openly. Shagron had one for his special services to the Watch, and Yury was significantly more powerful and much older than Shagron. “Hi, Edgar. On your way to Prague?” “What of it?” Edgar asked, Odessa-style. “Listen, and don’t interrupt. I know a thing or two about the chief’s plans. And why you’re being sent there. It’s not all as simple and clear-cut as it seems at first glance. There are several Light Ones leaving for Prague today and tomorrow, and I wouldn’t be surprised if Gesar himself goes there in a few days. There are a few little signs that indicate the Light Ones are setting up a large- scale operation. Of course, Zabulon is planning an appropriate response. So you just be careful. Especially while y mbt shoes australia ou’re traveling.” mbt lami Yury stopped, as if he were expecting a reply from Edgar, but Edgar didn’t say anything—he remembered he’d been told not to interrupt. He just reached into the Twilight, attempting to locate Zabulon—but he couldn’t find the slightest trace of the chief. He couldn’t tell where he was, what secret crannies he was lurking in, or what deep levels of the Twilight he was roaming through. The most powerful magicians had their own paths and their own motives, incomprehensible to those around them. “You remember the chief sent Alisa Donnikova on cheap mbt shoes vacation?” Yury went on. “Remember what happened to her. Of course, you want to know why I’m telling you all this. I’ll tell you right now. Because I’m a Dark One. And also because I’ve worked with you for quite a while already. Take it any way you like, but I’d prefer to see you as a live, healthy Other, and not just another shadow in the Twilight. See you, Edgar.” Edgar stood there for a while, thoughtfully squeezing the cell phone in his hand. Then he put it back on his belt, picked up his briefcase, and set off for the ticket desks. Darkness! the magician thought to himself. What was that? A warning of some kind? And obviously behind Zabulon’s back. And he brought up that business with Alisa… Zabulon had simply sacrificed the witch Alisa. Coldly and without any unnecessary pity. Like a pawn in a game of chess. In the games played between the Watches it was absurd to develop any feelings for the faceless figures on the mbt sale board… but Others know how to feel and love as well. Edgar felt genuinely sorry for Alisa, but he wouldn’t have lifted a finger to save her, not even if he had known everything in advance. Every game has its own inflexible rules, set once and for all. And nobody who has joined in a game can ever withdraw from it, or go against the rules. The witch mbt Alisa had made her exit, and the witch Alita had made her entry. The law of conservation in action. In fact, Alita promised to be more likeable… Working on autopilot, Edgar brainwashed the girl at the desk, still absorbed in his own thoughts. She gave him a little blue booklet with his ticket and canceled the ticket of some other unfortunate passenger. Unfortunately, he would just have to take a later flight, because in the world of people and Others, it was the latter who set the rules. Why did Yury feel the need to warn me? Edgar wondered as he stood at a bar counter with a glass of beer that was very expensive, but not very good. Surely not out of altruism? Nobody breaks the rules of the game that way. He recalled in passing that when Zabulon left Moscow, he hadn’t left Yury or Nikolai as his deputy in charge, although they were the Day Watch’s most powerful Dark magicians after the chief. He had appointed Edgar, who was substantially less powerful than either of them. Yury had already been acknowledged as a magician beyond classification in the nineteenth century, and Nikolai just recently, after the war. Edgar still hadn’t even reached first level, and if he was honest, he hadn’t even mastered the second level completely. Sure, Edgar was a powerful magician. Sure, he was more powerful than most of the Others in Moscow, Dark or Light. But he still couldn’t match Yury and Nikolai. Just why had Zabulon done that? Was Yury trying to take a bit of petty revenge? Out of simple envy? Trying to scare him or even (you could never tell!) simply having a joke at his upstart colleague’s expense? The way Edgar had been brought in from Estonia had been hasty and illogical too. There he was, living a quiet life up in the small Baltic country, running its small, drowsy Day Watch, and then suddenly—slam bang! The urgent summons to Moscow, the mad scramble to get his successor in Tallinn up to scratch—who was a classical “hot-headed Estonian boy,” <a href="http://www.mbtshoesma.com/"><strong>mbt shoe</strong></a> barely even fourth level… Edgar ought to give him a call, by the way. And then what had happened in Moscow? Edgar had been thrown straight into the crucible of a hectic two-week operation, and then, not long after that, he’d taken part in a wild cavalry raid to rescue from the Light Ones a witch who’d been practicing without a license. And that was all. After that, there’d been more than three months of routine work until the middle of November, when he’d suddenly been appointed acting chief of the Day Watch while Zabulon was away, and then there’d been the Mirror’s visit and the Tribunal at Moscow University. If he thought about it, it was quite possible that the old Day Watch magicians could try to teach <a href="http://www.mbtshoesma.com/"><strong>mbt shoes outlet</strong></a> this newcomer from the Baltic a lesson because he was making a career for himself too fast, but they could hardly believe he was actually conspiring to take over from the chief. Zabulon didn’t leave Moscow very often. And when Zabulon was there, Edgar was no more than just another operational agent. A powerful one, of course, an elite operative, but he only had the same rights as the others. By the time his glass was empty, Edgar had decided to stop guessing at the reaso mbt kisumu ns behind it all. 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Oh yes, about the Light Ones… Just at that moment there were three of them in Sheremetievo. First, there was his old friend from previous operations, Anton Gorodetsky, who the lower-level Dark Ones had nicknamed “Zabulon’s favorite.” In that business with the Mirror he’d done just what Zabulon wanted for some reason, and helped the Dark Ones… Or had he just made everyone think he helped the Dark Ones? Probably that was it—otherwise how could he have stayed on in the Night Watch? Second, there was a middle-aged female healer who had no connection with the Night Watch, thoughtfully sniffing perfumes in the duty-free shop. She probably just happened to be traveling that day by coincidence. Third, there was a militiaman who was an Other on duty at the check-in, as there was supposed to be in any air mbt clearance port. Apart from Edgar himself, there were four Dark Ones in the international terminal of Sheremetievo-. 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