Ova for volume 1: " Ô Paris, ville ouverte..."

Disclaimer. Read after reading the first volume

Autumn. The weather was cloudy over Albion. A football stadium. There was a match between the club owned by Svyat and a team of men who just came to play football. There were people sitting in the stands among the few spectators Ange and Holy. The kid was more attracted to the game and gesticulated at every moment when the ball reached the feet of the players.

The last minutes of the match were playing. Ange looked around at the stands and even though there were few spectators on them, they supported their team. The saint, who saw the dangerous moment, began to scream.

— Come on, come on a-a-and...!? Where are you hitting!? — Svyat lowered his head.

— I see that you and the fans really like the team's game. — decided to support Ange.

Svyat grinned.

— In fact, the game is so-so, we missed so many chances and conceded two simple goals, and the guys are already walking around the field. But that's what the fans are for, that they support even in the worst moment.

A few moments later, the ball flew into the goal in a crazy trajectory. Ange, soaked in the charge from the fans, screamed, because she never screamed.

— Go-o-o-al!

The saint said in a frustrated voice.

— They scored for us...

Ange felt awkward. The match ended with a score of 3:3. The Saint said in a slightly upset voice.

— Well, let's at least say hello.

Ange and Svyat entered the field when the opposing team left. The Holy One gathered everyone in a semicircle with an inspiring voice.

— So guys, you did well, you did well the whole match, it's a pity you gave up a little bit in the end.

The man standing closest.

— Of course, thanks, but who are you?

Holy with a little laugh.

— Glory, Glory Lavigne, you can just glor.

The saint held out his hand and the man shook it.

— Well, hello, Glory.

— And by the way, it so happens that I am a co-owner of the club, so I will also be responsible for the sports part.

Everyone looked surprised.

— And this is Ange, her... The Saint was silent for a moment.

— Glory's girlfriend and I are very pleased with our cooperation. — Ange said slowly.

— Well, in general, I wish you success. You will come to the office tomorrow for your salary. — said kid by little leaving.

The players went to the locker room with happy faces.

On the way to the academy, the Saint started talking.

— And it was a great idea to share the management with the second owner.

Ange in a monotone voice.

— Efficient time allocation, if you spent more time doing the club, you would help us less.

A smile lit up on the boy's face. Ange sighed: "And the club under his management will go bankrupt."

The saint thought about it and asked.

"What would you do if you hadn't become a spy?"

Ange remained silent for a while and replied.

— I worked, traveled, would have found a loved one... Ange lowered her head.

The saint, noticing this, immediately said.

— What modest wishes the princess has. May I open an umbrella for you?

Ange chuckled a little.

— It doesn't seem like it's going to rain today.

The saint began to speak with a Western accent.

— Yes, but still it is not allowed for the 3rd princess of the 30th generation to walk along the road like a muddy one, with her royal feet.

Ange with a smile.

— Stop it, people are watching.

Holy continuing.

— Excuse me, boyar, allow me not to bow 5 times and not to kiss your great heels.

Ange rolled her eyes and walked forward. The saint followed him. Passing by the bakery stall, the kid noticed.

— It was a good idea to travel.

— Are you planning to use c-ball on a car again? — Ange asked.

— No, that was an experiment, but this is different.

The academy. Science class. The saint shouted with a piece of paper.

— We're going to Paris!

Dorothy reading the newspaper, surprised.

— What is it now?

Beatrice is happy.

— I've always dreamed of trying cakes there.

Charlotte is sitting on the sidelines.

— I think it will be fun.

Only the Number.

— And where is this?

He is also holy with inspiration.

— Pack your things and leave today or tomorrow, we'll see the weather, and since we live in Albion, it's not worth waiting for a good one!

Day. The sun was shining. Two cars stopped at the door of the hotel. Our tired heroes take turns coming out of them. Dorothy is taking out her luggage.

—Hey Glory, you said " we'd be here in the morning."

Holy is passing the luggage.

— Well, the sun seems to have risen recently.

Dorothy takes out her watch and points at it, poking the boy in the face.

— It's half past 5 pm!

Svyat looked at his watch.

— As it is, I don't know how to use a watch...

Dorothy stared at the boy in shock. Svyat and Steve took their things and went to the hotel. Chise and Beatrice followed them. Dorothy, Ange and Charlotte stayed outside. The Princess noticed.

— I can't stop being surprised by him.

Ange sighed.

— You have no idea how much.

The apartment of Saint and Steve. While sorting things out, the mechanic asked.

So why couldn't Lawrence come with us? He seems to have relatives here.

Holy is unbuttoning his shirt.

— He has a lot of work to do.

Steve took a cigarette.

— And the unofficial version?

— The booze is stronger here... I take care of him so that he doesn't get drunk here. — said the Saint, putting on a cardigan.

Steve lit a cigarette.

— Well, what's stopping him from getting drunk now while we're gone?

The saint froze, but then he spoke.

— «blette».

The room of Chise and Beatrice. Both are enthusiastically sorting things out. Beatrice is excited.

— I would like to taste the cakes here, and also climb the tower and ride on that wheel. What do you want, Chise?

Chise thought about it, but took out a katana and said.

— To fight the best warrior here.

The girls laughed.

It was getting late. After leaving the hotel, the team split up and agreed to meet at the tower. Steve, Dorothy, Chise and Beatrice went together, while Saint, Ange and Charlotte went separately.

First, both parts of the team went to have a snack. Dorothy's team went into a decent restaurant where they tried croissants and cakes. At this time, Ange's team stopped at a small eatery, where, according to the Saint, they served delicious Ratatouille.

After that, the Saint saw a shooting range in the distance and wanted to win a prize for Ange.

Taking a pistol and 10 rounds of ammunition, the Saint began to shoot. And out of 10 shots, the kid hit only once. He was handed a comforting keychain, which he handed to Ange with a sigh.

Ange also decided to try and took a gun, knocked out 10 out of 10 and was handed a music box, which she gave to the Saint with a smile. The boy took the box and proudly walked faster forward. But in my heart I feel insignificant

Dorothy's party walked through deserted streets lit by lanterns. She herself was looking at the shop windows, Steve was smoking a cigarette, looking at every lamppost and muttering.

— Yes, it doesn't look like it, or maybe it does, probably not...

Only Chise and Beatrice take turns.

— 6280.

— 6281 — Chise said.

—6282 — Beatrice continued.

— 6283... — replied Chise.

Dorothy, who was pretty tired of these numbers, asked.

— What are you doing?

Beatrice turned around.

— We are counting the steps from the hotel so as not to get lost.

— Is it necessary to speak out loud and alternately? — Dorothy continued to be interested.

— So as not to be interrupted. Oh... And what was the date?

— 6283 — Steve stubbed out his cigar.

At this time, the Saint led Ange and Charlotte to the catacombs. Ange asked.

— Where do these mines lead?

Holy with enthusiasm.

— These lines are laid all over the city and it's a lot of fun to hide there. There is no better entertainment to find!

They entered the caves, walking a little along a dark corridor, the company found walls and columns built of bones and skulls. Charlotte was horrified, Ange took a closer look at the walls, and Saint spoke with chagrin.

— Damm... I used to think it was a little more fun...

Charlotte offered to go back, Saint and Ange did not object. When they came back, they saw a fork. The saint asked.

— So, sir... I take it we're lost.

— Maybe you are, but spies from the black lizard planet are well-versed in underground tunnels. — Ange replied with a smile.

At this time, moving along the lighted road, Beatrice noticed a Ferris wheel and offered to take a ride. Everyone agreed. After buying the tickets, they sat down in the double cabins. Due to age restrictions, children were not allowed to sit down without adults, so Dorothy went with Beatrice, and Steve went with Chise.

When they reached the highest point, the heroes saw the moon. She exuded her light and decorated the leisurely river with a shimmer. After these entertainments, our heroes went towards the Eiffel Tower, discussing everything they could see on the way.

— I wonder if the water is cold? — Chise was curious.

— Of course it's cold, it's autumn! — Beatrice replied.

Steve, looking back.

— They say here that somewhere a bridge is being built in honor of the friendship of the Moscow Emperor and the local ruler.

Dorothy with a grin.

— If the Holy had heard, he would have started to get conceited right away.

They walked leisurely along the river. At the approach to the tower, our heroes saw Saint, Ange and Charlotte. The mechanic immediately decided to tease a friend.

— You don't look too happy, you wanted to come back here yourself.

Holy with shortness of breath.

— So why should I light up, because you are there. By the way, how many brothers did you count?

Steve just laughed. The whole team began to climb the tower.

Charlotte asked Beatrice about their trip. The girl began to tell about how they had a snack in a restaurant, walked along a shining road, rode on a Ferris wheel. Charlotte only said awkwardly with a smile.

— And we tasted village food, shot at a shooting range and almost got lost in the dark catacombs.

At that time, the Saint was discussing something with Chise.

— «blette».

— «blet»? — Chise tried to repeat.

— No, it's pronounced B-L-Y-A-T-, "blette". — The Holy One repeated.

— «blette». — Chise replied and immediately asked — how does it translate?

— Some kind of beetroot.

Climbing to the top, the heroes discovered the amazing nightlife of Paris. Everyone was admiring, only the Saint did not want to go to the railing. Dorothy asked.

— What happened? Are you scared?

The saint is wary.

— No, it's simple... I've never been so high!

Steve walked over to the kid, picked him up and pushed him forward. Holy grabbing the railing, opening his eyes, he saw the city shining with small lights. Everyone admired, Beatrice offered.

— We're going to the Louvre tomorrow, and then...

But the Svyat was no longer listening, and standing next to Ange, he took out the box and started it... It doesn't work. The boy was not upset and took the girl's hand and looked at the view.

— «blette». Svyat spoke sharply.

— Well, what is it this time? Ange asked with a sigh.

— I didn't give the men a salary...