# Path book 1 Igor V2. Chapter 1-3

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Breakfast and arrival of Leshka with a broken arm. Call the doctors at home.

April 11, 2355

As usual, I was sitting at my chair by the kitchen window and looking out at how our cat and our doggie were playing with some kind of crap that looked more like scraps of a stuffed toy. You've turned one year old, Igorek!

Suddenly, with a loud hum, a red and green bike flew into the yard. It's really a bike like the Japanese had, with only two seats with a raised backrest. And with a mass effect generator under the body. Instead of wheels, flaps. Both of my brothers sat on it in tandem, with Denis's face looking worried and guilty, and Leshka, who was sitting behind, looking tearful and scratched, while he strangely held his left hand. I made a sound:

"Ieer" She pointed out the window. Daddy went to the window, looked, his face took on a worried expression, anxiety was clearly playing in his emotions.

"Dayan," he said, "the guys are in trouble!"

"What's wrong, Mish?"

"Call an ambulance, Dayana."

Mom went into the living room and chirped at the terminal, and after a short chirping, a clear female voice came from there:

"Dayan, my dear! Is that you, what happened?"

"Retnate, I'm really glad to see you too, but I need you! My guys seem to have had a very good bike ride!"

"I'm on my way, honey, just don't worry, it's not good for you!" and slowly fading away. "Dakhi, Da-akhi! Get ready soon, let's fly to the Shepards...." It is not known what the mysterious Dahi replied, the connection was disconnected.

The front door buzzed, and my brothers appeared for all to see.

"Well?" My father asked.

"Pa-ap. We rode a bike here...." Denis looked at the floor and said, "Well, anyway, Leshka flew off and, it seems, broke his arm."

At that time, Leshka was hesitating next to him with trembling lips and eyes full of tears.

"So..." said the father. "And how could this happen, driving without a limiter again?"

"Well, pa-up!" Both of them howled. "Only small ones ride with a limiter."

"Yeah, so you're big?" Mom exclaimed.

"Well, mo-om!" They both howled again.

At the same time, the brothers looked the most dejected, and their emotions showed pity for each other and, for some reason, fear.

"Well, Aunt Retnait is about to arrive, and it will become completely clear what to do with you," said the father.

The brothers hunched their heads and looked at their mother with a strange hope.

"What are you watching? Hoping to get off easy?"

The brothers shuddered and looked at their father expectantly.

"What did I tell you?" My father asked.

"That we should be careful," Denis spoke up.

"That you should drive without a limiter carefully" Leshka whimpered.

"And what about you?"

The brothers began to sob, both of them.

"Well Daddy... We didn't do it on purpose.... It's kind of like that! We didn't run into Azat on purpose! Don't take the bike away from us."

The sobs turned into tears.

"So you also ran into Azat? And how is he doing? Where is he, by the way?"

"Dad, Azat flew home, Ali took him away!" Deniska spoke through tears.

"So he also got beaten up! Well, he'll give him nuts! It's science for you, to drive like crazy," Mom said, putting her hands on her hips.

There was a squeak from the informant at the door. I completely missed how the doctors arrived. There was some kind of long-shaped futuristic-looking thing behind the fence, but with the familiar outlines of a blue chandelier that twinkled fervently. Mom waddled over to the door and pressed on the flickering green hologram on the right jamb. The door opened and I walked into the room... my mouth dropped open! All so slender in a fitted snow-white suit with a bright red cross on her left forearm... a blue-skinned SUCCUBA without wings and tail! She's just like Azari in the "Mass Effect": tentacles on her head, and pigmented spots on her face - and she's so beautiful! And most importantly, there is almost no smell of pheromones.

"Michael!" she exclaimed. "Where are they?"

"Admire it!" My father replied. "There's Leshka, he ejected from the bike!"

"Come here, Alexey, let's see what's wrong with you." I feel a flash of concern from Doc.

Leshka came up to her and held out his shaking left hand. An orange hologram flashed around the Asari's left wrist. This is the first time I've seen a succubus in a high-tech medical kit. She ran it along Leshka's arm, looked at the hologram, pressed her finger on the strange round pimple on the right side of her head and said:

"Dahi! Bring a small treatment table and a suitcase with clips!"

I turned to the window and saw a towering DEMON sidling through the gate! Although I remember my impressions of the second part of the mass effect game. If I saw Garrus in the dark and without armor with a visor, I would shoot this demon. He was wearing a snow-white suit like the doctor's, with a briefcase in his right hand and a long trunk placed vertically in his left. Moreover, our dog, twirling his tail like a fan, gets in the way under his feet, showing no signs of aggression, rather a stormy joy, as from meeting a good friend. That's right! What about the human colony?! Where the Turian and the Asari serve in the ambulance... nothing is clear. Well, okay, let's see ... the Turian entered the house, went to the middle of the living room, put a suitcase on the floor, took hold of the trunk with both hands, and I still didn't understand how, but this trunk suddenly turned into a long table, immediately put on the floor.

"Bring three chairs, Mish," Dr. Ratnait said. Daddy, under Doc's guidance, quickly arranged chairs around this table, and Leshka was seated on one chair. The succubus cast an anesthetic spell and began to set the bone with Dahi. Then she glowed with blue light and cast a regeneration spell on Leshka's arm.

"By the way, Dahi!" said the father. "Your eldest is hurt too, he's sitting at home!"

When it was over, Leshkin's hand was wrapped in a cool white scarf.

"Okay, Michael," the doctor said, "you'll come to the hospital in two days, we'll remove the retainers there, and it's better not to strain your arm for a week."

"Do you understand everything, young man?" She turned to Leshka.

"Got it," my brother squeaked.

"And no bike racing! I'm going to rip off my piston and put it in today," Dr. Dahi said.

"Mish, sit down, we'll arrange it, it's an accident anyway!" Azari called her father.

"Let's go," said the doc, "the name of the victim?"

"Alexey Mikhailovich Shepard."

"Age?"

"7 years old."

"Date of birth?"

"July 22, 2348."

"Place of birth?"

"Leonov City, Mendoir colony."

"Parents, Father?"

"Mikhail Alexandrovich Shepard."

"Age?"

"65 years old." - Damn, you can't give a daddy more than thirty.

"Mother?"

"Hannah Diana Shepard."

"Age?"

"63 years old." And the mother, too.

"Home address?"

"Leonov City, Strawberry Street 2, Whisper Ranch."

"Okay," the blue doctor said, "I'll fill out the rest myself."

Then Dahi the Turian came up to me. I looked at him with undisguised curiosity, wide-eyed, and there was a lot to see. First of all, he looked like a game Turian and didn't look like one at the same time. But the demons from the third Doom, well, those who throw fireballs, very much.

The mandibles covered the cheeks, closer to the chin, with curved, pointed ends below, under which fangs were hidden, looking down, four centimeters long. That's what I understand, teeth... the figure was dense, proportionally built, beautiful even to a human eye, or else the squalor is a product of Biovar designers. The hands are five-fingered. All the fingers on the hands ended in powerful, slightly curved claws. The Turian's skin was golden brown, his face had a colorful tattoo of white and blue lines woven into a complex pattern, his eyes were deep-set, with dark gray whites and an incredible, simply glowing bright blue iris around a round pupil. Curiosity radiated from him like a wave. I stretched out my hands and clenched my fingers into fists several times.

"That's right!" My father said with a smile. "Not a drop of fear, just begs to be picked up."

"Yes, we can easily do that." Dahi replied. "Come here, little one."

And he pulls me out of the chair. I didn't see anything repulsive up close, on the contrary. He ran his hand over the Turian's cheek: the skin was smooth, velvety to the touch and hot, about forty degrees, he already squeezed his eyes shut with pleasure and made a strange, purring sound, which was immediately picked up by our cat standing in the hallway.

"Are you going to Aunt Retnait's?" I heard it from the left. Turning, he met the gaze of the Asari. She was smiling, which made her face even more attractive. Although, somewhere else! I reached out to her and was immediately taken away from Dahi. The Turian laughed.

"That's right, Retnate, everyone sticks to you, even the kids!"

I looked at the Asari with interest. Blue skin, soft and silky to the touch, appendages that slightly bounced under the fingers, a pattern of pigment spots, in the form of a complex pattern, around the amazing color of lilac eyes. By the way, the Asari had eyelashes, although there were no other types of vegetation on the skin. Strange.

"And what is your name, young sir?" Retnait cooed.

"Igor," I replied. Wow, it turned out to be clean to say!

I see my father's joyfully surprised face, and my mother's already big eyes are wide open. Oh, to be naughty, so naughty! Poking my finger under Asari's chin, I said:

"Retnate."

Then Azari's eyes got big, like two animeshki with her mom. Turning to Dahi, he pointed at him with his hand:

"Dahi."

The Turian's jaw dropped, and I was overwhelmed by a wave of amazement.

The adults were stunned into silence.

"Well, what's my name?" My father asked as he approached.

I smiled at him with all my twelve teeth and said:

"Papa Misha".

"Just look who's talking!" My father said, laughing. "And now you two. Go without a bike for a couple of months."

The boys groaned.

"I'm going to my room!" Dr. Dahi hurried over. "I need to examine my senior. Retweet, let's go."

"Bye, guys!" Azari said, and the medics gathered their things and left.