Proofreader Jeanne Richardson
Photograph Irina Bjørnø
© Irina Bjørnø, 2019
© Irina Bjørnø, photos, 2019
ISBN 978-5-4496-2130-6
Created with Ridero smart publishing system
It’s all in them – as Good as Evil, Love and Horror.
Both Life and Death – enlarged by a microscope.
And 26 are landing on the paper
To catch the fate of people’s Kaleidoscope.
All of my work (all of my stories) is a fantasy of the author. All matches of names and events are pure coincidence! My style is mystical realism.
Everyone is given a gift in his life. One person receives a small one, another – the great, some- for loan time, and some – forever. Each and everybody. The gift – to write books and to make new discoveries, the gift – to comfort people or the gift to entertain and to make the people forget their life’s problems for a moment, the gift – to organize the life in a better way or the gift to love one. Everyone gets his own, personal and unique gift.
Dimitry had got a strange gift from his fate, not many people in the world had such a gift: he was able to find fake banknotes and stock bonds and sort them out from the real one printed in the National Bank. He could tot only distinguish but feel fake signature on the bank check or bank bonds. He didn’t know how he managed to do it. He just “knew” it as a famous chef knows how much salt or spices should he add into the famous sauce. And Dimitry – he felt the money, he felt it with his whole body, brain, fingers, as a pianist feels the music, as a lover feels the women body – with all his cells, with the whole being. He had been working in the financial department of criminality in the Scandinavian National Bank for many years. There were only a few experts in the world like him, but he could work without ultraviolet light lamps or infrared devices, except his antique magnifying glass, which he had got from his grandfather and used daily.
Being an expert in false money banknotes he was involved in the investigations dealing with controversial cases of signature’s forgery on people wills and other securities papers, and he had never made a mistake. NEVER!!!
His work was paid fairly well, and it was enough to have a little house with a garden, a car and a small pension in private insurance company. He loved his job, as well as his cold Nordic country, purged by winds, with the most socialistic system in the world with a rich welfare with equally distribution of social benefits among the not so big and rather generous population.
People in his country were neither particularly the rich nor the noble, in spite of the oldest royal house in the world and fairytale of world famous H. C. Andersen about princes and princesses, where a simple driver monthly wages was the same as a bank clerk wages. Dimitry was used to it, even though he was differed from the other Scandinavians because of his name.
His name showed his belongingness to the history of Russia. He was called Dimitry Romanoff, was a prince by blood and a surviving relatives of the Tsar Romanoff’s deadly affected branch. He was the offspring of the family which managed to escape from Peter the Third’s repressions and was the survivor relative of Peter the Great.
He was born in Switzerland, but moved to Scandinavia many years ago, when he had remarried his second Scandinavian and totally not-noble wife.