Life and death - Today he himself seemed to experience the agony of crucifixion.

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     Сегодня он как бы сам испытал муки распятия. Удар был
невероятно силен. Это был такой удар, как если бы он проснулся
утром и увидел, что ему ампутировали обе ноги, и,probably
I wouldn't suffer any more. Suddenly the world became different and never
will not be the same. Peace is the integrity of not only the body, but
and spirit - ceased to exist. And instead - flour,
all-consuming and endless.
     Until that moment it had never even occurred to him that
some surprise may interfere with his plans. He should have
achieve the goal at any cost. He was smart and merciless. Similar
Einstein, he was an intuitive thinker, able to come
to conclusions that contradict conventional logic. He was close to his
goals, like a person traveling at the speed of light.
     And now before him is the crushing realization that this
not enough. He will never know the secret of "Tenji", will not collect
planned meeting and, therefore, there will be no coup. There won't be
the great Viktor Protorov. He will not ascend to the throne of history.
She won't even notice him.
     Protorov looked at Nikolaev Linnar with a murdered look.
An unfulfilled dream... He was so close to victory and now
she is far away. The thought of this was unbearable.
     Distraught, he pounced on the cold body, showering it with
blows, such furious moans flew out of his chest that Rusilov
I didn’t dare enter the basement.
But there was not enough physical outlet for anger and pain. The body is connected
completely in his power. Beating a prisoner - a man, because of
whom he had lost everything was humiliating and infuriating at the same time.
     Growling like a wild boar, he unbuckled the leather straps,holding Nikolaev on the wheel. First I freed my fingers
and arms, then thighs and ankles. The last belt fell and the body
fell on him, heavy as a bag of cement.
     Protorov threw the dead man away from him, simultaneously kicking
with his foot.
     Could he have thought in his fit of mad rage that
a person recognized by a neuropharmacology expert
dead man, will reach out and grab him by the throat...
┌────────────────────────────── ───────────────────────────────┐
│It is difficult for Western thinking to come to terms with the concept of death. Because│
│that it is unacceptable because it is incompatible with life. Exactly│
That’s why it’s sometimes so difficult to kill a person.                    │
│ The explanation is simple. Self-preservation instinct. Until the very │
│in the end a person clings to life, and this releases │
│the body has superhuman, if you like, inexplicable powers│
│and endurance. Finding himself in an extreme situation, a person │
│for example, while driving a car he can do unimaginable things │
│jumps on this car, unthinkable, because they turn on │
│inexplicable forces.                                           │
│ This is indeed so. A bullet fired into the head, maybe│
│knocked back by skull bones. And the knife blow was neutralized by the one who stood up│
│on the path edgewise.                                              │
│ In the East, however, where death in itself is nothing │
│doesn't mean everything is different.Death comes quickly │
│lightning, the spirit does not have time to respond.  │
└────────────────────────────── ───────────────────────────────┘
     Ancient teachings allow for the possibility of using the body
the enemy against himself. This is exactly the kind of death
was due to Viktor Protorov.
     This is how Nicolae essentially became a terrible cutting sword
K. Gordon Mink. Perhaps he knew what he was being used for.
However, this did not matter to him.
     Nikolaev had nothing in his head, his spirit was as pure as
mountain lake after rain. With his left thumb he pressed
Protorov on the collarbone, broke it and, using it as a knife, cut it
arteries rising from the heart like branches of a tree.
     It was easy. It was all over between the two
heartbeats. Long years of personal training and thousands of years
accumulated experience made this murder simple.
     Nicholas was in no hurry to get up after that. Process,
which delayed the flow of blood and stopped the pulse, was extremely
exhausting both physically and mentally.
     Gradually the blood flow was restored. Temperature
rose, as if the setting sun had risen again.
     He looked at the twisted body lying in front of him. Both of them
were splattered with blood.
     Nicholas felt no remorse. Kill the living
the being is heavy, but one’s own return to life, to fullness
existence was pushed intoside, obscured everything else.
Nicholas was alive, but Victor Protorov was dead. Nicolae flew by
on all the winds of the world, swam across all the seas, lakes and rivers. Snuck in
through the forests and passed through the plains. Crossed steppes and deserts. Not
there was a place on earth where he was not now. Having restored
connection with the cosmos, he was in a state of supreme euphoria.

 Erik van Lustbader "Miko".