A parable. How unconscious people are managed … Part 3.

I felt uncomfortable with such an answer from I. I absolutely could not understand what caused such an inadequate, in my opinion, reaction, both to the story about a 125-year-old Indian, and to my note. Of course, I.’s phone for Vijay is completely unnecessary, all he wanted was to be left alone. What measures is he going to take? I told him that I did not tell anyone him number, and he himself called the Indian store and it looks like our communication ended forever.

On Saturday afternoon, while we were having lunch in the gazebo in the yard, Vijay called.

“Hello! Thomas came again this morning.

I’m starting to change my opinion for the better. He also apologized for the incident and offered his help in finding the missing guys.
When he arrived, my friend Vihaan was in my store, whose brother Atharv runs a fairly large business in cooperation with the Turks in Tiflis.

Vihaan said that he, too, could not stand aside, and we both gladly agreed to the offer of the owner of your house, to go to the port and look for traces of our disappeared friends there.
We drove around the entire territory of the port, but did not find any clue. Yes, I almost forgot, Thomas gave me a box of plums. But I don’t take food gifts, my friend took it.”

My son and I looked at each other, remembering how strange those plums looked on a plate in the morning.

“Yeah, it looks like Thomas has not only plums growing in the village, but also some kind of dope. And it is quite possible that he pumped by them plums.
Tell Vijay not to eat them” – I said. And the son conveyed it to him.

“Okay, I’ll try to get in touch with my friend now” – Vijay replied.

About 15-20 minutes after this conversation, we heard the gate open and saw the owner of our house.
“Did you eat the plums from my bowl that I left you in the morning?” – he asked us.

“Yes” – I replied.

By the evening, my son and I had a distinct feeling of some kind of turbidity enveloping us, views of our blog also dropped sharply, people seemed to have ceased to see it.

What’s happening? Need to do something. And we need to find out how Vijay is doing, lately we seem to be somehow connected with this Indian for an incomprehensible reason for us.

“Hello Vijay! How are you, what news?” – asked the son
“There is news.
When I returned to the store, I saw that under the door there was a note “This is a gift for you, b*tch!”

I looked at the cameras, Thomas put it down.
The postman came, he brought a fine for incorrect parking of the car of the owner of your house. He parked the car at a bus stop, which is right next to the store and apparently some bus driver did not like it, he took a picture of the car and sent a complaint.
Interestingly, the first time he vandalized the store, he was here for about forty minutes, and the second – he was here only five minutes.
So – the photo was taken on his second visit and in the photo he is kissing that woman in a short skirt.”

I didn’t mention, but it better be told, in the first part of the episode, that Vijay saw on the video camera that Thomas was not alone to apologize, with him was a woman of about 35 in a very short skirt, high heels, with brightly painted lips with whom he was kissing, getting out of the car.

“And some very unpleasant facts came to light.
Atharv called, brother of Vihaan, who took Thomas’s plums.
I tried to call him, but apparently it was too late, he did not pick up the phone.

So Atharv said that he was called from the police and said that they found Vihaan lying unconscious on the side of the road, next to him were several plums and that same half-empty box.

“This is awful” – we reacted.

“And one more thing” – Vijay said.

To be continued…

7 thoughts on “A parable. How unconscious people are managed … Part 3.

      1. Ohh great!! Then I would love to know the end. You know secrets, stories, emotions always excites. Great going💙💙.
        And my name is Kajal and it’s lovely to read your story. Do you mind introducing yourself?

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