Лилия Кадет - The Island of Golden Zandolie 2

Julia looked at her son, who finally closed his terrible eyes and fell asleep. She was swaying him slightly, secretly wishing, that he would not wake up for a long time. She could not bear the terrible power of that gaze. Horror finally fettered her entire small body, already exhausted by a sudden and rapid, such a strange pregnancy.

Scott was seeing his son only asleep so far and was rejoicing with might and main. Such a large and such a long-awaited son! He would teach him everything! Together they would go out to sea, fly in the sky, hunt, jet-ski, fish…

Julia was the first to tell Scott that their son had a rare cat eye syndrome, as soon as she returned home with her son. Scott at first did not attach much importance to her words - he was just glad, that everything ended well, that his wife and son were both healthy and finally at home!

They named their son Ray - as planned, in honor of Scott's father.

But when Ray woke up and looked at Scott for the first time, Scott immediately recognized those vertical pupil eyes – the cold, squinting gaze, the Golden Zandolie gaze.

No, these were just old fears. So many years have passed! And the spirit of the evil alien just stuck deep in their psyche. Perhaps this rare syndrome happened to be in their son. So what?!

Scott's and Julia's frightened looks met. Tears streamed down her cheeks… Scott hugged them both, Julia and Ray. Damn you, Golden Zandolie!

…Julia disappeared with her child on one day, when Scott finally decided to go out to the sea for the first time in a long trip. Julia seemed to come to her senses, began taking care for her son again, feeding him with a bottle, even resumed her work on novels, when the child was asleep. She did her best to demonstrate to her husband, that everything was in order. Still Julia was avoiding looking in her son's eyes…

And then Scott had returned from a wonderful fishing trip to an empty house… The car, that Scott specially bought for his wife, was not there either…

No, Olga and Vladimir did not vanish forever on a beautiful tropical island due to the evil whim of an alien freak, loaded with gold.

The Golden Zandolie did not succumb to the temptation of murder as a simple and reliable solution to the problem of information leakage. It was too risky to kill so many people. He simply erased any memories of himself from their memory and instilled a panic about returning to the Island.

Vladimir and Olga left the Island in a hurry and no longer thought of coming back to any point of the western hemisphere of the Earth.

While all their friends on the Island wondered about their fate and were afraid to think of the worst, Vladimir and Olga safely reached London, as planned before. However, their journey to London took several years.

The spirit of anxiety and persecution drove them around the world. They had visited various exotic countries - all of the eastern hemisphere of the Earth. Vladimir could easily manage his business affairs from anywhere in the world. He suddenly longed for something new and wanted to show Olga, that happiness could be bought and you could live smart and fun in many pretty corners of the world.

But in the end, Vladimir was drawn home. He proposed to Olga and decided to celebrate the wedding in London, his hometown. There they settled in the house of Vladimir's late parents, which he inherited with his older sister Lyudmila.

This story is primarily about the Russians in the Caribbean. But the whole life picture of our adventure lovers could not be complete, if London and Paris would not be mentioned in the story. After all, a couple of centuries ago, the British and French were desperately dividing the world into spheres of influence - and were fighting rather vigorously in the Caribbean!

In our time, all the British Caribbean islands have become independent states. And at the same time, they all retained their membership in the British Commonwealth – an alliance of former colonies of the once mighty British Empire.

The French islands remained as a part of France.

This was how the connection between the Caribbean, London and Paris was still existed, and a multi-level one…

No matter how our heroes could seek their happiness in a tropical paradise, the roads would invariably lead them to one of the capitals - on business, in transit or for love!

And it happened like that with Olga, who went to "discover her America" in the Island, a former British colony.

So little time passed, and Olga found herself in London, as the secretary and mistress of a successful businessman of Russian roots. And after a couple of years, Vladimir decided to marry Olga, just like in the case of his first wife Marina, so it has become more convenient for him at the moment in his life as a businessman.

Vladimir was a very successful business man, however he was never travelling just like that, idle, for himself - there were no reason to and nobody to go with. He used to travel the world only on business routes, combining his business with pleasure. Or he simply did not know how to rest…

Now there was a young woman by his side - Olga, with her wonderful childish blue eyes on an angelic face! And everything was so fresh and enthusiastic! She was making so many plans to see this, to visit that! Olga was so much more well-read and versatile, than Vladimir, and saw the world much brighter!

Vladimir has seen a lot during his active life as a major businessman, but his life was black and white, limited by the framework of the business world. Olga brought the whole palette of colors to Vladimir's life. It began to seem to him, that he had never lived before meeting her!…

It has long been known, that London was a city of the rich of all stripes, and Russian oligarchs were at home here. The British capital was true home to several hundred thousand Russians, and about a hundred of them were the Russian billionaires. And they all owned properties in the most prestigious areas of London. Therefore, these areas received the unspoken name of "Londograd"!

One of the most fashionable areas could be considered the Eaton Square in the Belgravia region. That's where Vladimir and his older sister Lyudmila resided. That was where Vladimir brought Olga.

So, it was Belgravia, not Belvedere, as the bear-woman Zina, Olga's former colleague from the Island, once joked. Olga ended up in Belgravia, the most elite district of London!

In the possession of Vladimir and his sister Lyudmila, there was only a half of the house – an apartment on two levels, two upper floors of a four-story building. A beautiful garden, quiet streets with luxurious cars in black and dark blue on the side of the road – everything here is thought out and stipulated in an unspoken code, even the colors of the cars! There was a discreet beauty of very big money everywhere. In fact, it was more of a private park than a square. What an amazing place it was - a garden in a city and a city in a garden. Residents of local houses and apartments even had their own keys to the gates of the garden!

The entire square was surrounded by white houses of four to five floors. All around breathed with history - famous actors, politicians and businessmen lived here at all times… Here was the house bought by Abramovich as well. And the number of this house was kept in the strictest confidence!

…When Vladimir and Olga finally returned from their long journey, it was autumn time. The trees looked in the best traditions of the Pushkin autumn - "crimson and gold"! How peaceful it was here in Belgravia, in the very heart of London! Olga was just stricken with delight! Vladimir was also, to his surprise, happy - now he saw London through Olga's eyes, and he loved it in new way!