Bone setter, you are full of surprises today! I thought you were going to balk.

- Galya, yesterday I saw with my own eyes the transformation of a man into a wolf. Although I still haven’t been able to fully digest what I’ve seen and understand how to continue to live with it ... In the end, we don’t lose anything, but we dragged ourselves here so much. So do not Tomy, which door?

We were opened almost immediately. Zinaida Gavrilovna turned out to be quite a trivial pensioner. Moderately plump, agile dandelion of God with lively, not at all senile eyes.

- Ah, it's you ... - The beginning of the fortuneteller, ahead of our greetings. - And I've been waiting for you.

God, how predictable. I felt slightly disappointed.

- But you're too late, I'm afraid I can't help you.

- Ah, it's you ... - The beginning of the fortuneteller, ahead of our greetings. - And I've been waiting for you.

God, how predictable. I felt slightly disappointed.

- But you're too late, I'm afraid I can't help you.

But this is already unexpected!

“How could we be late if we didn’t even have an appointment!?” - Galya was indignant and clearly did not intend to retreat without a fight.

- And like this: everyone has turning points in their fate, at which a person's life can change dramatically and irrevocably. You have already passed your nearest ones. Here you have,” she pointed her finger at me, “there were several of them, and the last one literally just happened, less than an hour ago.

My inner "I" was amazed, amazed and squished on the ass in amazement, How did she know!? But just like that, my shock was not given by my innate and trained for years harmfulness. So I objected at least something:

- If you are talking about my agreement to work, then this is not irrevocable at all, I can still replay everything.

- You can’t, because the decision was final and now your cart has already changed course. If you give back now, everything will go to hell and result in something completely unpredictable - injuries, accidents, or even worse.

The grandmother made a meaningful pause so that we could understand and impress, and then waved her hand towards the door to the room:

- All right, girls, come in, since you've come.

The room was also ordinary, small but comfortable. And most importantly - without all this feigned mystery and mysticism. We sat down on a shabby sofa and prepared to contemplate a miracle.

Zinaida Gavrilovna joined us a minute later, carrying a tray with fragrant tea and ... bagels.

- Here, eat healthy. - And she winked at me conspiratorially, slipping a plate closer to me.

And who didn't believe in fortune-tellers? I? There was no such thing. From that moment on, I was ready to believe her every word. No, well, not just for everyone, but she clearly raised the trust limit.

While Uvarova and I were crunching a modest treat, the fortune-teller also did not waste time in vain and was busy preparing with might and main. From the depths of the closet, a box was removed, from the box - a box, and from the box - a needle with the death of Koshchei at the end. Ahem, I'm joking, it's from the nerves, I guess. The old woman took out some cards from the box, I don’t understand them.

Then, not at all embarrassed, she opened the microwave that was on the windowsill, carefully covered with a napkin (“Granddaughters gave it to me, but I got used to it in the old fashioned way”), and took out a transparent ball for predictions. Here Galina and I could not stand it and sighed together, either from surprise, or from tenderness at such immediacy. No, the ball was just as expected, but its storage location was a bit extravagant.

- So my cat, Vasily, constantly strives to play. And it does not gather dust, and the place is not empty. - Zinaida Gavrilovna explained.

Logically.

- As I said, - finally the fortune-teller began, looking at us as at her beloved granddaughters, - you are a little late. Yes, here, - she vaguely pointed to the cards that she had already spread on the table, - you have already experienced a divorce. Let go of your ex and mourn the end of your relationship.

Well at least not "understand and forgive."

- Your fateful meeting, Nastenka, has already happened. - The fortuneteller pursed her lips and it seemed to me that she didn’t say something. - But what it will bring you - joy or sorrow - is not yet predetermined. Too many variables.

For some reason I was sure that this fortune teller was talking about that brunette. Or not so: for some reason I wanted the fortune-teller to speak about that brunette.

The old woman frowned at the cards, a shadow passed over her face and she pursed her lips again. Well, he's definitely hiding something.

- Your future is still not predetermined. Very foggy. I see only distant roads, new meetings and danger.

I sighed in disappointment. To be honest, I kind of wished someone would tell me exactly what to do.

- The cards are intractable today.

Zinaida Gavrilovna turned to the ball. She made a couple of passes with her hands, muttered something under her breath - whether it was some kind of spell, or a catchy curse - you can’t make out. And looked at me

- Your soul, my dear, is torn in two. Reunite with your soul mate - you will live happily, no - you will be lost.

And so it was said that I was cold.

- What does it mean? Are you talking about my divorce?

- Divorce? No, daughter. The wounds are old, but still bleeding. Such people do not heal... Talk to your father. He knows better.

Of course, I would love to. He just died eight years ago. I didn’t point out the fortuneteller’s mistake, no point. Better to listen further.

- Some kind of animal is spinning around you. Wolves, foxes, snakes... Be careful with them. But take care of your pet - he will save your life. More, alas, I can not say. Too many options for the future.

And here again: “I can’t say” - is she not seeing anything anymore, or is she trying to hide something? I didn’t see any reason to attack the granny with unfounded suspicions, so we got up and headed for the exit.

I caught myself and asked how much I owed for the services.

- It depends on how important the information was for you, - said Zinaida Gavrilovna, and in her own eyes the imps dance.

Wow, I hate these answers. I had no idea how much such services cost. Therefore, she took out the entire contents of the purse and handed it to the old woman.