— Hello, can I help you? — A pretty blonde girl with a friendly expression smiled openly, her gray-blue eyes sparkling.
Anyone who saw this cute girl would think that she was hired for this job just because of her looks. In fact, it turned out to be something else. The very first thing I noticed when I approached the reception desk was a mighty construction of magical webs coiled in two points underneath the desk — obviously something that had been activated and now lay dormant, waiting for orders.
Then I turned my attention to the girl herself, quite beautiful, both face and figure, which was not a problem to see, as she was dressed in a pantsuit, and her workplace was arranged in such a way that it was possible to get a better look at the mistress.
Any normal man would appreciate the effort, and I did, I will not deny it. But it was not the appearance of the girl with the "Victoria" insignia on her voluminous and high chest, as if defying gravity, that caught my attention.
It was the artifacts on the girl. Martial artifacts. And also an artifact belt hidden under her clothes, designed to conceal the magical power of the wearer, to turn him into a squib, in the sense of qualitatively masking it.
An amazing invention! If I didn't see the world through the spiritual world, I wouldn't have guessed it, but this way the light of the soul can't be obscured, and I saw quite strong magic clearly and distinctly. And if you add to all this "cool" emotions of concentration and focus of the girl, then I am generally conquered by the professionalism of this particular expert of his hard work.
— Please, speak Russian. — I smiled broadly at the sincere pleasure of meeting such a person, but I spoke slowly because I had not practiced and therefore had an unpleasant accent.
— Oh! — Victoria's eyes widened in delight, but I didn't feel any of the emotion she was showing. — What a pleasant surprise to meet a man in London, and such an attractive one at that, who spoke Russian. — The "shot" of a smile that followed the words would have turned many Hogwarts boys into drooling idiots, but I continued to smile and enjoy myself. — Oh! Forgive my intemperance! You must be here on business, and I'm wasting your time! May I know your name and the purpose of your visit? — and with my eyes, "Clap, clap, clap." Amazing professionalism!
— My name is Sora Hoshino, and I'm here for a meeting. I have an appointment. — From my words, the girl made a "serious" face, exaggeratedly important nodded, but in her emotions she had a slight wave, because of which "up" surfaced and interest, but did not disturb the concentration and focus.
— I will announce your arrival immediately, Mr. Hoshino. Please take a seat wherever you feel comfortable. — The girl extended her hand to the very attractive sofas.
— Thank you, I'll stand. — Am I a fool to sit on sofas with unknown magical figures underneath, even in a foreign country?
— As you wish. — The girl once again lit up this gray world with her dazzling smile and then laid her thin, graceful palm on a rectangular slab carved from a single piece of amber. And where did they find such a large one? For a few seconds the girl "looked at the ceiling" and actually gave a full detailed report. When I first met the Russian "intelligence" I was interested in their artifacts of remote communication, so now I studied the amber plate through the spiritual world with great attention and interest.
Because of the change in my power level and the awakening of Hoshino's ancestral powers, which was reflected in my eyes, teeth, and hair color (the gray gradually turned to silver with a soft blue tint, and after what Luna did, albeit in a dream, the blue tint appeared stronger), I have to use deep orange glasses and dye my hair with special glamour charms. However, I know for a fact that there are special artifacts at the entrance to the Embassy of the Russian Federation, and all magicians see the guest in his true form, through illusions and so on.
Victoria was not even surprised when I smiled at her with a snow-white smile with noticeably enlarged fangs and pointed incisors. — Now you will be escorted. — The girl's eyes widened, and in her emotions the interest seemed even stronger, reaching the level of "working mood". Was she told something?
I replied with a smile and remained silent as I continued to study the artifact. The girl definitely noticed the slight glow in her eyes, but she remained silent, still looking at me with a "rapturous" gaze. That blonde is good for everything, but she's an expert in her field, and I wouldn't get involved with such a person, because it would be extremely unfortunate to find out that she 'fell in love' with you at the behest of her superiors. Or something like that from the spy theme.
But yes, the girl was top class, and as a wizard she was extremely strong, somewhere on the level of Bellatrix and Sirius Black. One of the "inconspicuous" doors opened, i.e. with the charm to avoid Muggle eyes, and a tall, slim young man of athletic build, who tried to hide himself with a business suit, came out.
He circled the hall with a keen eye and moved towards us with a soft, springy stride. Well, I'm not surprised, but I'm glad that at least in this world Russia has really smart specialists in the civil service and not "daddy's boys" and "daddy's girls".
— Mr. Hoshino? — A young man asked me, and I nodded, studying the battle mage's aura. -Come on, they're waiting for you.
We walked silently through the same door the young man had come out of. There was a set of runes on the door frame and around it. I didn't have time to study them, but it was probably just another security measure, some kind of analyzer scanner or something, because the power of the writing wasn't enough for combat or restraining spells.
A short corridor in light gray tones, two doors on the left, a solid wall on the right with no windows or vents, our destination straight ahead. Behind a heavy oak door with some strange magical stuffing inside, we found a pleasant and "warm" room that looked like an ordinary living room with large windows, a fireplace, sofas and armchairs, and a simple square table and four chairs. In the chairs were two men. One was a Slav, of middle age, height and appearance, slightly overweight.
The second looked to be about seventy years old, thin, gray hair, cut short in the same style, with a well-groomed short beard and mustache. Clear blue eyes on a slightly elongated face with regular features contrasted sharply with the "pedigree" of his colleague sitting next to him. After seeing me off, the fighter stayed outside the door and the men in the room rose to their feet. I wondered how difficult the interview would be.