But it was too late. The water that had been in our glasses instead of vodka suddenly turned back into vodka. Or maybe even pure alcohol.
Right there in our stomachs.
I felt as if a little bomb had gone off in my belly. I groaned and started picking up the almost cold potatoes on my fork.
'Anton, at least say something,' exclaimed Svetlana.
'Nadya, if you were a boy you'd get my belt across your bottom!' I said.
'Lucky for me I'm not a boy' Nadya replied, not in the slightest bit frightened. 'What's wrong, Daddy? You wanted to drink some vodka. And now you have. It's already inside you. You said vodka doesn't taste nice, so why drink it with your mouth?'
Svetlana and I looked at each other.
'There's no answer to that,' Svetlana summed up. 'I'll go and pack your suitcase. Shall I call a taxi?
'No need. Semyon will take me.'
Even that late in the evening the ring road was packed, but Semyon didn't even seem to notice it. And I didn't even know if he had checked the probability lines or was simply driving with the instincts of a driver who has a hundred years' experience.
'You're getting snobbish, Anton,' he muttered, without taking his eyes off the road. 'You might at least have told Geser: I won't go anywhere on my own, I need a partner, send Semyon with me...'
'How was I supposed to know that you like Scotland so much?'
'How? Didn't I tell you how we fought the Scottish at the battle of Sebastopol?'
'Not the Germans?' I suggested uncertainly.
'No, the Germans came later,' Semyon said dismissively 'Ah, (here were real men in those days... bullets whistling overhead, shells flying through the air, hand-to-hand fighting by the Sixth Bastion... and there we are, flinging magic at each other like fools. Two Light Others, only he'd come with the English army... He got me in the shoulder with the Spear of Suffering... But I got him with the Freeze - frosted him all the way up from his heels to his neck!'
He grunted happily.
'And who won?' I asked.
'Don't you know any history?' Semyon asked indignantly. 'We did, of course. And I took Kevin prisoner. I went to see him later. It was already the twentieth century then... nineteen oh seven... or was it eight?'
He swung the steering wheel sharply as he overtook a Jaguar sports car and shouted through the open window:
'Use your brakes, you stupid ass! And he wants to swear at me!'
'He's embarrassed in front of his girlfriend,' I explained, glancing at the Jaguar as it disappeared behind us. 'Letting some old Volga cut him up like that.'
'A car's not the right place for showing off to a girl - the bed's the place for that. The consequences of a mistake there are more upsetting, but less tragic... Ah, I tell you what, if things get tight, call Geser and ask him to send me to help. We'll call in to see Kevin, drink some whisky. From his own distillery, by the way!'
'All right,' I promised. 'The moment the pressure comes on, I'll ask for you to come.'
After the ring road the traffic was calmer. Semyon stepped on the gas (I'll never believe that he has the standard ZMZ-406 engine under the hood of his hurtling Volga) and fifteen minutes later we were approaching Domodedovo airport.
'Ah, what a wonderful dream I had last night!' Semyon exclaimed as he drove into the parking lot. 'I'm driving round Moscow in this battered old van, with one of our people sitting beside me... Then suddenly I see Zabulon standing in the middle of the road, dressed like a hobo for some reason. I step on the gas and try to knock him down! But he just waves his hand and puts up a barrier. We go flying up into the air, and somersault right over Zabulon. And we drive on.'
'So why didn't you turn back?' I needled him.
'We were in a hurry to get somewhere.' Semyon sighed.
'You should drink less, then you wouldn't be bothered by dreams like that.'
'They don't bother me at all,' said Semyon, offended. 'On the contrary, I enjoyed it. Like a scene out of some parallel reality... Oh, hell!'
He braked sharply.
'More like its lord and master...' I said, looking at the head of the Day Watch. Zabulon was standing in the parking bay that Semyon was just about to drive into. He gestured for us to come closer. I said, 'Maybe that