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still be fatal for Svetlana. She could go away. Out into the taiga or the tundra, to the North Pole. And then it would
happen there-the volcano would erupt, the asteroid would hit, or the cruise missile with the nuclear warheads
would strike. The Inferno would erupt, but Svetlana would be the only one to suffer.
It's a good thing that solutions like that are as impossible for us as the murder suggested by the Dark Magician.
"What are you thinking, Anton?"
"Sveta, what's happened to you?"
"Too abrupt, Anton! Steer the conversation away from that, Anton!"
"Is it really that obvious?"
"Yes."
Svetlana lowered her eyes. Any moment I was expecting Olga to shout that the black vortex had begun its final,
catastrophic spurt of growth, that I'd ruined everything, and now I'd have thousands of human lives on my
conscience forever... but Olga didn't say a word.
"I betrayed..."
"What?"
"I betrayed my mother."
She looked at me seriously, not a trace of the disgusting posturing of someone who's pulled some really
low-down trick and is boasting about it.
"I don't understand, Sveta..."
"My mother's ill, Anton. Her kidneys. She needs regular dialysis... but that's only a half-measure. Well, anyway,
they suggested a transplant to me."
"Why suggest that to you?" I still didn't understand.
"They suggested I should give my mother one kidney. It would almost certainly be accepted; I even had all the
tests done... and then I refused. I'm... I'm afraid."
I didn't say anything. Everything was clear now. Something about me must have clicked; something about me
had made Svetlana feel she could be totally open with me. So it was her mother.
Her mother!
" Well done, Anton. The guys are already on their way." Olga's voice sounded triumphant. And so it should-we'd
found the Black Magician! "Would you believe it, at first contact nobody felt a thing, they thought there was
nothing to her... Well done. Calm her down, Anton, talk to her, comfort her..."
You can't stop your ears in the Twilight. You have to listen when you're spoken to.
"Svetlana, you know no one has the right to demand..."
"Yes, of course. I told my mother, and she told me to forget about it. She said she'd kill herself if I decided to go
ahead with it. She said, what difference did it make to her, when she was going to die anyway? And it wasn't
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worth crippling myself for her. I shouldn't have told her anything. I should have just donated the kidney. She could
have found out later, after the operation. You can even give birth with one kidney... there have been cases."
Kidneys. What nonsense. What a petty problem. One hour's work for a genuine White Magician. But we weren't
allowed to heal people; every genuine cure gave a Dark Magician a permit to cast a curse or put the evil eye on
someone. And it was her mother... her own mother, who had cursed her, in a split-second emotional outburst,
without realizing what she was doing, while she was telling her daughter not even to think about having the
operation.
And that had set the monstrous black vortex growing.
"I don't know what I ought to do now, Anton. I keep doing stupid things. Today I almost jumped into bed with a
stranger." For Svetlana to tell me that must have been almost as difficult as telling me about her mother.
"Sveta, we can work this out," I began. "The important thing is not just to give up, not punish yourself
unnecessarily..."
"I told her on purpose, Anton! I knew what she'd say! I wanted to be told not to do it! She ought to have cursed
me, the damned old fool!"
Svetlana had no idea how right she was... No one knows what mechanisms are involved here, what goes on in
the Twilight, and how being cursed by a stranger is different from being cursed by someone you love, by your son
or by your mother. Except that a mother's curse is the most terrible of all.
"Anton, take it easy."
The sound of Olga's voice sobered me up instantly.
"That's too simple, Anton. Have you ever dealt with a mother's curse?"
"No," I said. I said it out loud, answering Svetlana and Olga at the same time.
"I'm to blame," said Svetlana, with a shake of her head. "Thanks, Anton, I'm to blame and no one else."
"I have," the voice said through the Twilight. "Anton, my friend, this looks all wrong! A mother's curse is a blinding
black explosion and a large vortex. But it always dissipates in an instant. Almost always."
Maybe so. I didn't argue with her. Olga was a specialist in curses, and she'd seen all sorts of things. Of course,
nobody would wish their own child ill... at least, not for long. But there were exceptions.
"Exceptions are possible," Olga agreed. "They'll check her mother out thoroughly now. But... I wouldn't count on
this being over soon."
"Svetlana," I asked. "Isn't there any other solution? Some other way to help your mother? Apart from a
transplant?"
"No. I'm a doctor, I know. Medicine's not all-powerful."
"What if it wasn't medicine?"
She was puzzled:
"What do you mean, Anton?"
"Alternative medicine," I said. "Folk medicine."
"Anton..."
"I understand, Svetlana; it's hard to believe," I added hastily. "There are so many charlatans, con men, and
psychos out there. But is all of it really lies?"
"Anton, can you show me one person who has cured a really serious illness?" said Svetlana, looking at me
ironically. "Not just tell me about him, but show him to me. And his patients too, preferably before and after
treatment. Then I'll believe. I'll believe in anything, in psychics, and healers, in White Magicians and Black
Magicians..."
I couldn't help squirming on my chair. She had the most absolute proof possible of the existence of "black" magic
hanging right there over her head, a textbook case.
"I can show you one," I said. I remembered how they'd brought Danila into the office one time. It was after an
ordinary fight-not absolutely standard, but not too heavy either. He'd just been unlucky. They were detaining a
family of werewolves for some petty violation of the Treaty. The werewolves could have given themselves up and
nothing more would have come of it than a brief joint investigation by the two Watches.
But the werewolves decided to resist. They probably had an entire trail of bloody crimes behind them that the
Night Watch knew nothing about-and now they never would. Danila went in first and got badly mauled. His left
lung, his heart, a deep trauma to the liver, one kidney torn right out.
The boss fixed Danila up, with a helping hand from almost everyone in the Watch who had any strength right
then. I was standing in the third circle; our job was not so much to provide the boss with energy as to cut out
external influences. But sometimes I took a look at Danila. He kept sinking into the Twilight, either on his own or
with the boss. Every time he surfaced into reality his wounds were smaller. It was impressive, but not really all
that difficult; after all, the wounds were still fresh and they weren't predestined. But I had no doubt that the boss
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could cure Svetlana's mother. Even if the line of her destiny broke off in the near future, even if she was definitely
going to die. She could be cured. Death would simply be due to other causes...
"Anton, aren't you afraid to talk like that?"
I shrugged. Svetlana sighed.
"If you give someone hope, you become responsible, Anton. I don't believe in miracles. But right now I just might.
Doesn't that scare you?"
I looked into her eyes.
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