All for Asia, or Damien's Punishment

At this time, Nar-Tai was sitting in the helicopter cockpit in the company of Tai Minamoto and Colonel Boner Ghouler.

The noise in the helicopter prevented all three of them from having a constructive conversation with each other, but they still understood each other just by looking at each other.

Nar-Tai, as always in such cases - and he was very attentive to the little things in life! - thought that he should have forgotten at the airfield that before boarding a helicopter he should put earplugs in his ears, which would help him not to go deaf from the roar of the engines.

But he did not regret it in vain - and it was clear that Colonel Ghouler would not sacrifice time for his absent-mindedness and return back just so that he could stop his ears.

Tai Minamoto was also completely calm: apparently he had already flown on a helicopter as a passenger or assistant pilot, or maybe he just thought about earplugs before Nar-Tai realized it.

But Nar-Tai still felt out of place. He was sure that Colonel Ghouler had deliberately rushed him before boarding the helicopter so that he would not have time to understand anything and climb into the cockpit without bothering to put on earplugs.

But what could he do? The helicopter was already in the air, and Nar-Tai didn't know what to do.

He couldn't even ask Colonel Ghouler for an explanation because it was too noisy in the helicopter and he wouldn't have heard anything anyway, and even if he had heard it, he would have ignored it because he already knew that Colonel Ghouler didn't like to talk about trifles.

In this he was no better than his late predecessor, Deadend Graver, who was once famous for his intolerance of soldiers' weaknesses.

And although Nar-Tai was obviously not a clone soldier, in the eyes of the colonel he was still a person of lower rank.

So Nar-Tai decided not to bother Boner Ghouler unnecessarily, and did not even ask when the time would finally come when he would be allowed near the guns and he would be able to take control of the deadly explosive shells, which were capable of tearing two or three people to pieces even with an indirect hit - and more was not needed, since the helicopter crew was ordered to destroy a target of two people, who, as Nar-Tai promised, would be grouped so that they would, if possible, form one convenient target.

And, as strange as it was to hear, Nar-Tai did not feel the slightest disgust for what he was about to do. On the contrary, he felt a real hatred for his future living targets, untainted by any feelings.

He knew that these were not just people, but scumbags who had no right to exist. He knew that they had no right to live after they had been responsible for the death of Private Anton Skovorodnikov, and so he was ready to kill them both, without thinking about how inhumane it was on his part.

And he had no doubt that his hatred would be just as strong and merciless - after all, this was revenge for the ruined fate of a clone soldier, and not just an act of retribution.

And, as strange as it might sound coming from the lips of a superhero - and Nar-Tai was sure that he was exactly that - all this mess around a whore and a slut from fucking Analda was for him just a reason to start doing his duties, and only then can he think about everything else - about his career, about love and other everyday problems.

Nar-Tai was pulled out of his thoughts by a gesture from Boner Ghouler. The colonel standing behind the pilot raised his hand in his direction and beckoned Nar-Tai over. He walked up to him and the colonel pointed his finger down.

Nar-Tai looked over and saw a black blob racing at quite a high speed across the thickly snow-covered mountain surface. As if reading his thoughts, Boner Ghouler handed Nar-Tai a pair of binoculars so he could get a better look at the object.

What he first took for a blot, on closer inspection turned out to be two people racing forward on skis, the second sitting on the back of the first.

After tweaking the adjustment lever on his binoculars a bit, Nar-Tai was able to get a better look at their faces - it was a forty-two year old woman with long raven-black hair, who was carrying on her shoulders an elderly man with the wrinkled face of an alcoholic and a short black haircut.

The pair were dressed in a strange black robe, which made it no surprise that from a fairly large distance they merged into one big black blot.

The woman, whose face was written with determination to rush towards death at full speed - Nar-Tai even saw how she clenched her teeth, trying with all her might not to scream - flew forward on skis, which was not so easy for her, considering the heavy burden on her shoulders.

The man sat on her shoulders with the completely calm look of a man who was used to everything and had already resigned himself to his fate. And the fact that the fate of this sweet couple did not promise to be an easy matter for these two became clear immediately after Boner Ghouler, exchanging glances with Tai Minamoto, silently moved away from the guns to allow the young man to take control of them.

Nar-Tai was even surprised by this turn of events - after all, at the airfield they had agreed that he would fire, and not Ando Minamoto's sonnie! Apparently, during the time they spent in the helicopter cabin, the plans changed literally on the fly, and now Nar-Tai had no choice but to take a place behind Tai and simply watch what was happening indifferently.

And there was something to see - when the sweet couple found themselves in the crosshairs of the rocket launchers with which the helicopter was equipped, something happened that everyone who was in the helicopter at that time (and below, too) expected.

The Joponese, without a moment's hesitation, with some kind of bloodthirsty fury, pressed the triggers of both guns, and a deafening roar hit his ears, which, mixed with the noise of the engines, turned into an all-consuming roar; it seemed incredible to endure it for long without earplugs, but everything worked out both for Nar-Tai and for everyone else in the helicopter cabin.

At that moment, right below them, a flame of explosion flared up with such force that it seemed as if not two small rockets had exploded there, but a huge bomb.

The helicopter shook from the explosion, and Nar-Tai felt like he was going to vomit. But he held back his body's urges because he didn't want to embarrass himself in front of his old friend's sonnie, who was Tai Minamoto.

But the young man didn't seem to be paying attention to the people behind him - he kept looking down, and there was such bliss written on his face that Nar-Tai felt like an accomplice to the murder - and in principle, that was true.

But he didn't say anything - no one would have heard his words anyway in the noise of the engines - and he only thought that in this world there were things worse than death, such as human meanness.

And the fact that Tai Minamoto had just blown two scoundrels to pieces was not murder, but a completely just punishment for their meanness. And that was good, because who knows how many more souls those two scoundrels would have destroyed if not for that shot from the young man.

And Nar-Tai felt himself getting better at this thought - after all, he was the one who came up with this whole spectacle with a helicopter and two idiots on skis, after all, he was the main one in this operation and he didn't want these enemies of the human race to be quietly executed in the electric chair - no, such bastards needed to be eliminated in style, on a grand scale, so that there would be a lesson for all those who had not yet understood what meanness is and how it should be punished.

When our heroes returned back to the airfield, they saw that below, among the clone soldiers gathered on the landing pad, there was a figure of a powerful old man who, unlike the others, was dressed in a white robe thrown over a formal suit - despite the fact that it was winter outside.

He looked like a professor of the military department, but Nar-Tai knew that this was no ordinary teacher, but the father of the glorious young man who was now next to him. Or rather, it was Ando Minamoto himself, who was impatiently waiting for the helicopter to land so that he could immediately bombard his sonnie with questions about how the flight had gone and how well the operation "All for Asia" had gone.

And indeed, as soon as the helicopter was already very close to the surface of the airfield, the old man immediately rushed to meet it, if he had not been stopped in time by one of the clone soldiers, who did not want Ando, who had lost his head from delight, to accidentally end up under the aluminum carcass of the helicopter.

The professor had to wait patiently until the pilot finally landed the helicopter and opened the cockpit door. When this happened, the clone soldier removed his heavy hand from Ando's shoulders and he stepped forward to meet his sonnie, who left the helicopter with Nar-Tai and Colonel Boner Ghouler.

The old man immediately embraced the young man with his powerful arms, and they stood silently for a long time in the middle of the airstrip in front of the crowd of silent clone soldiers and everyone else.

Then the professor let the young man go, after which he wanted to go to the airfield building, but he was stopped by the colonel's commanding shout:

"Mister Member of The Corporation Council! I ask you to stay a few minutes to say a few words to our brave defenders of the fatherland," and with these words Boner Ghouler pointed his hand towards the clone soldiers frozen at attention with their weapons at the ready.

Tai Minamoto, suddenly freezing in place, turned to face the colonel and stood at attention. A murmur of approval came from the crowd - apparently the soldiers were pleased to admire the close acquaintance of their immediate superior.

The young man bowed to the crowd and, trying not to pay attention to the fact that dozens of eyes were looking at him, spoke:

"Comrades!" he began in a solemn tone. "I am happy that I have been given the honor of becoming the first person from among those few people of our country who decided to embark on the path of struggle for the freedom of mankind from the oppression of capital! Today I want to address all of you with words of sincere gratitude for the fact that by your example you have shown me an example of selfless service to our ideals! And once again I apologize to those of you whom I made experience unpleasant minutes when I reprimanded or scolded for whatever offenses. But these were forced measures, may my comrades forgive me. Now I do not have time to tell in detail what a feat I accomplished today, but I want to tell you one thing: you are all true heroes! You not only set an example for me, but also inspired new achievements. And now allow me to take my leave," with these words Tai humbly lowered his head, as if apologizing to a crowd of clone soldiers.

Nar-Tai, who was standing by the helicopter listening to his young friend's speech, suddenly felt very old.

Watching the young man deliver his pathos-filled speech to a crowd of clone soldiers, he began to find the very phrase "heroism" strange in relation to the situation he was currently in.

But then Nar-Tai remembered that due to the fault of "Damien The Thorn" and Asia Scallop, one of those who had previously made up the ranks of the soldiers who were now listening to Tai Minamoto's words had died, and he felt ashamed for daring to even think about doubting that he, Tai and Boner Ghouler, not to mention the pilot, were truly Heroes of The Fight Against Meanness and Capital.

When Tai finished his speech and the clone soldiers began to disperse in deathly silence, Nar-Tai approached him and, slightly hesitating in some indecision - as if afraid to do something rash or say something inappropriate for the solemn moment - pulled out his Oppo phone from his jeans pocket and, opening the browser on it and typing in the search engine the name of a certain pirated site for watching movies online, followed the necessary link and, finding himself on the main page, found a movie called "Omen IV: The Awakening" and, pressing the play button, rewound it to the desired place, shoved the phone under Tai Minamoto's nose.

"Have you seen Asia Vieira?" Nar-Tai whispered right into the young man's ear.

The young Joponese man looked at him in confusion:

"Who? Me?"

"Right now. Look."

The young man looked down. On the screen, looking straight at the audience, was the face of a little girl with long black hair.

"She's a beautiful little girl," said Tai Minamoto. "That's why I watched The Fourth Omen, because she's so beautiful. I just wanted to look at her."

"Yes. Just wanted to take a look," Nar-Tai said ironically.

"Exceptional talents. Other actresses are not so sincere on screen. Asia Vieira is so simple and natural..."

They were still looking at the screen.

"She died," Nar-Tai said quietly.

"Yes, my dad wanted it that way himself," said Tai.

"You think?"

"I'm sure. He preferred her over you and your sister and mom. It was all he could do for you."

They were silent for a while. The screen flickered.

"How innocent," said Nar-Tai. "But... You know... According to the theory of probability, there are even more innocent ones," and with these words he winked at Ando Minamoto, who was standing nearby, who slightly raised an eyebrow, and his face was colored with a slight shade of bewilderment.

"Don't you believe in the possibility of absolute innocence?" asked the elder Minamoto with a slight grin.

Nar-Tai, sensing the tension, added:

"You saw for yourself that thirteen years later this little angel, forgive the expression, shone with her charms in "A Home at the End of the World". Nothing lasts forever, no one lasts forever. Fate was right to crush this reptile in the end, like a baby snake under a boot. And I advise you to just take and throw this bitch out of your head. In the end, she's dead anyway, and you, my dear, have a wife and two children. Therefore..."

Nar-Tai paused mid-sentence and froze in anticipation, as if trying to catch something important in the air around them.

There was hesitation in his eyes and he finally said:

"I just can't help but think that these little angels grow up to be..." he paused, choosing his words, "real whores."

ASIA VIEIRA NOW IT IS DEAD, WHICH MEANS HAPPY END!!!

Darry Madhouse

Ivanovo, Russian Federation

Year, day and month of the day when Asia Vieira will die

(but written and published in advance in November of 2024)