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Olga Kuno

BLACK AND WHITE PALETTE

“I won’t hide it: I’m extremely disappointed,” said a tall, fair-haired man with cold blue eyes sternly. Blue, but a shade close to gray. And he repeated: “I am extremely disappointed in the quality of your work, gentlemen.”

Gentlemen, this is us: Sergeant Ryan Lakeoff, Lance Sergeant Dick Norbaugh and myself, Sergeant Tiana Reis. And all together - the department of the second district of the Telrean guard to combat the abuse of dark magic. The disappointed fair-haired one is the new head of this very department. After our previous boss received a promotion, and with it a transfer to a new place of work, this one, Captain Algernon Wilfort, arrived from the capital. Why he moved here is unknown, but it’s definitely on our heads. And, of course, the bosses should not hide their own disappointment: their status does not allow them to do so. I wish I knew why exactly he was so disappointed.

When I received this appointment a week ago, I was assured that there were excellent professionals working in the second district of Tel Rei, including in the department for combating the abuse of dark magic,” Captain Wilfort continued to broadcast, knitting his eyebrows. - I come here, watch your work, study the reports - and what do I see?

We were silent, standing at attention and giving the authorities the opportunity to tell us what they saw so strange. The management met our expectations.

Complete lack of discipline, carelessness and low performance! - the captain said menacingly.

I noticed Dick's eyes widen. The junior sergeant, a smart nineteen-year-old guy with a huge head of curly dark brown hair, was the youngest of us and therefore did not always know how to restrain his own emotions. The boss's words jarred all three of us, but Ryan and I remained apparently calm—for now.

Whose table is this?

Silence.

I ask, whose table is this? - Captain Wilfort barked, pointing to one of the three work tables.

The reason for such interest in the piece of furniture was, alas, obvious. The table in question was randomly littered with all sorts of papers, folders, scrolls, quills, and objects not directly related to detective work, such as a spoon, a couple of buttons, and a bitten pie.

My lord captain! - Dick found the strength to admit.

The authorities looked at him with a hard look.

A person who is not able to keep his own workplace in order is not able to do his job well,” Wilfort said.

I winced painfully, taking advantage of the fact that the captain was currently focused on the poor fellow junior sergeant. I fundamentally disagreed with the last words. Yes, Dick is a bit disorganized and careless, which is a natural consequence of his age and temperament and is reflected on the desktop. However, there is no way to call the guy a bad employee. He has an extraordinary mind, is physically agile and is truly dedicated to our cause. And such a combination of qualities is worth a lot.

Wilfort did not concentrate his attention on the junior sergeant for long. He looked at all three again and in an icy tone (it’s immediately clear that he’s an aristocrat, unlike us mere mortals) continued:

I have studied all your reports for the last six months.

At these words, both Ryan and I’s eyes widened. The reports drawn up at the end of each investigation were never read by anyone. These opuses were written and stored in the archive with a single, abstract and mysterious purpose: “What if someday it will be useful to someone?” Well, occasionally it happened that old cases actually had to be brought up. For example, because a repeat offender was suspected of a new crime. But to just sit down and read a hundred reports written over the course of six months in just one miserable week?! My gaze involuntarily softened; Now I looked at the authorities somewhere even with sympathy.

“I regret that I have to explain such obvious things,” the captain said coldly, “but the report should be written in such a way that it can be read!” A person who was not involved in the investigation should glean from such a report all the information that you have, provided that it has real significance for the case! Learn without breaking your eyes while parsing your scribbles, and without breaking your head interpreting abbreviations!

We were silent, not to say repentantly. Rather, they simply realized the futility of arguing with their superiors. Needless to say, the tedious preparation of reports on already closed cases takes time away from investigating new and as yet unsolved cases. And we often sacrifice the first for the second. A

“I won’t hide it: I’m extremely disappointed,” said a tall, fair-haired man with cold blue eyes sternly. Blue, but a shade close to gray. And he repeated: “I am extremely disappointed in the quality of your work, gentlemen.”

Gentlemen, that's us: Sergeant Ryan Lakeoff, Lance Sergeant Dick Norbaugh, and myself, Sergeant Tiana Reis. And all together - the department of the second district of the Tel-Rei guard to combat the abuse of dark magic. The disappointed fair-haired one is the new head of this very department. After our previous boss received a promotion, and with it a transfer to a new place of work, this one, Captain Algernon Wilfort, arrived from the capital. Why he moved here is unknown, but it’s definitely on our heads. And, of course, the bosses should not hide their own disappointment: their status does not allow them to do so. I wish I knew why exactly he was so disappointed.

“When I received this appointment a week ago, I was assured that there were excellent professionals working in the second district of Tel Rei, including in the department for combating the abuse of dark magic,” Captain Wilfort continued to broadcast, knitting his eyebrows. – I come here, observe your work, study the reports - and what do I see?

We were silent, standing at attention and giving the authorities the opportunity to tell us what they saw so strange. The management met our expectations.

– Complete lack of discipline, carelessness and low performance! – the captain said menacingly.

I noticed Dick's eyes widen. The junior sergeant, a bright nineteen-year-old with a huge head of curly dark brown hair, was the youngest of us and therefore did not always know how to restrain his own emotions. The boss’s words jarred all three of us, but Ryan and I remained apparently calm—for now.

- Whose table is this?

Silence.

– I ask, whose table is this? - Captain Wilfort barked, pointing to one of the three work tables.

The reason for such interest in the piece of furniture was, alas, obvious. The table in question was randomly littered with all sorts of papers, folders, scrolls, quills, and objects not directly related to detective work, such as a spoon, a couple of buttons, and a bitten pie.

- Mine, Mr. Captain! – Dick found the strength to admit.

The authorities looked at him with a hard look.

“A person who is not able to keep his own workplace in order is not able to do his job well,” Wilfort rapped.

I winced painfully, taking advantage of the fact that the captain was currently focused on the poor fellow junior sergeant. I fundamentally disagreed with the last words. Yes, Dick is a bit disorganized and careless, which is a natural consequence of his age and temperament and is reflected on the desktop. However, there is no way to call the guy a bad employee. He has an extraordinary mind, is physically agile and is truly dedicated to our cause. And such a combination of qualities is worth a lot.

Wilfort did not concentrate his attention on the junior sergeant for long. He looked at all three again and in an icy tone (it’s immediately clear that he’s an aristocrat, unlike us mere mortals) continued:

– I have studied all your reports for the last six months.

At these words, both Ryan and I’s eyes widened. The reports drawn up at the end of each investigation were never read by anyone. These opuses were written and stored in the archive with a single, abstract and mysterious purpose: “What if someday it will be useful to someone?” Well, occasionally it happened that old cases actually had to be brought up. For example, because a repeat offender was suspected of a new crime. But to just sit down and read a hundred reports written over the course of six months in just one miserable week?! My gaze involuntarily softened; Now I looked at the authorities somewhere even with sympathy.

“I regret that I have to explain such obvious things,” the captain said coldly, “but the report should be written in such a way that it can be read!” A person who was not involved in the investigation should glean from such a report all the information that you have, provided that it has real significance for the case! Learn without breaking your eyes while parsing your scribbles, and without breaking your head interpreting abbreviations!

We were silent, not to say repentantly. Rather, they simply realized the futility of arguing with their superiors. Needless to say, the tedious preparation of reports on already closed cases takes time away from investigating new and as yet unsolved cases. And we often sacrifice the first for the second. And we use quite standard abbreviations, everyone here is abbreviated like that... And in general, perhaps reports are really not our strongest point, but we didn’t think that anyone would read them!

– Why is there no report on the “Case of an Excellent Student”? - the captain barked.

“So the case was closed, and the guards took the criminal from the secret office,” Ryan explained. “They always have a place for such talents.” So he now works in the service of the state. According to the official version, there seemed to be no crime.

“I’m not interested in official versions,” Wilfort snapped. – Since the case was investigated, it means that the corresponding report should be kept in the archive. So, this means: in a week, reports on all such “non-existent” cases for the last six months should be on my desk.

I couldn’t help but let out a sad sigh. We are definitely not going to die from idleness in the next week. And to be more precise, not so much for us as for me. You can’t trust Dick’s reports: he will make them look approximately the same as his desktop. Ryan’s parents, sisters and relatives just came to stay, he needs to come home at least sometime. But I don’t have any relatives in Tel Rei, I live alone, so I’ll have to hang around in the police station until late at night.

“Next,” the new management didn’t even think about ending it. – The detection rate in your department over the past year was only seventy percent. This means that every third case remains unsolved. How can you explain such low performance?

Ryan gritted his teeth. I understood him well. No one has ever called such detection rate low. On the contrary, our department was in good standing. But, most likely, the captain does not understand the specifics of our work well.

“We are dealing with a non-standard type of crime,” I tried to explain. – Dark magic leaves almost no traces, evidence is found extremely rarely. In addition, victims themselves often do not suspect that they have become objects of magical influence. Or they guess, but don’t dare admit it. Therefore, in our case, even identifying the very fact of committing a crime is an achievement.

- I don’t argue. “It was obvious that the captain remained indifferent to my explanations. – I’m willing to believe that cases of abuse of dark magic are especially difficult to detect. But the statistics I mentioned do not include undetected crimes. We are talking exclusively about those cases that were opened at the station and which were never solved. I would like to note that in the department for combating the abuse of light magic, the effectiveness is an order of magnitude higher. Their detection rate is eighty percent. What follows from this?

– That every fourth case remains unsolved? – Dick said, blinking innocently.

“I’m happy that the department’s employees are familiar with the basics of mathematics,” Wilfort’s voice was capable of covering the entire lake with a thick crust of ice. – But the conclusion suggests itself is completely different. Employees in the light department do their jobs better.

At this point all three could not stand it.

– It’s much easier for the Light Ones to solve a crime! Their magic leaves traces! Almost always there is a lot of evidence that allows you to identify the criminal! – we shouted vying with each other.

Black and white palette
Olga Kuno

Chapter 1

“I won’t hide it: I’m extremely disappointed,” said a tall, fair-haired man with cold blue eyes sternly. Blue, but in a shade approaching gray. And he repeated: “I am extremely disappointed in the quality of your work, gentlemen.”
The gentlemen are us: Sergeant Ryan Lakeoff, Lance Sergeant Dick Norbaugh and yours truly, Sergeant Tiana Reis. And all together - the department of the second district of the Tel-Rei guard to combat the abuse of dark magic. The disappointed fair-haired one is the new head of this very department. After our previous boss received a promotion, and with it a transfer to a new place of work, this one, Captain Algernon Wilfort, arrived from the capital. Why he moved here is unknown, but it’s definitely on our heads. And, of course, the bosses should not hide their own disappointment: their status does not allow them to do so. I wish I knew why exactly he was so disappointed.
“When I received this appointment a week ago, I was assured that there were excellent professionals working in the second district of Tel Rey, including in the department for combating the abuse of dark magic,” Captain Wilfort continued to broadcast, knitting his eyebrows. – I come here, observe your work, study the reports - and what do I see?
We were silent, standing at attention and giving the authorities the opportunity to independently report what they saw so strange. The management met our expectations.
- Complete lack of discipline, carelessness and low performance! – the captain said menacingly.
I noticed Dick's eyes widen. The junior sergeant, a smart nineteen-year-old guy with a huge head of curly dark brown hair, was the youngest of us and therefore did not always know how to restrain his own emotions. The boss’s words jarred all three of us, but Ryan and I remained apparently calm—for now.
- Whose table is this? I ask, whose table is this? – Captain Wilfort barked, pointing to one of the three work tables.
The reason for such interest in the piece of furniture was, alas, obvious. The table in question was randomly littered with all sorts of papers, folders, scrolls, quills, and objects not directly related to detective work, such as a spoon, a couple of buttons, and a bitten pie.
- My, Mr. Captain! – Dick found the strength to admit.
The authorities looked at him with a hard look.
“A person who is unable to keep his own workplace in order is incapable of doing his job well,” Wilfort said.
I winced painfully, taking advantage of the fact that the captain was currently focused on the poor fellow junior sergeant. I fundamentally disagreed with the last words. Yes, Dick is a bit disorganized and careless, which is a natural consequence of his age and temperament and is reflected on the desktop. However, there is no way to call the guy a bad employee. He has an extraordinary mind, is physically agile and is truly dedicated to our cause. And such a combination of qualities is worth a lot.
Wilfort did not concentrate his attention on the junior sergeant for long. He looked at all three again and in an icy tone (it’s immediately clear that he’s an aristocrat, unlike us mere mortals) continued:
- I have studied all your reports for the last six months.
At these words, both Ryan and I’s eyes widened. The reports drawn up at the end of each investigation were never read by anyone. These opuses were written and stored in the archive with a single, abstract and mysterious purpose: “What if someday it will be useful to someone?” Well, occasionally it happened that old cases actually had to be brought up. For example, because a repeat offender was suspected of a new crime. But to just sit down and read all the reports written over the course of six months in just one miserable week?! My gaze involuntarily softened; Now I looked at the authorities somewhere even with sympathy.
“I’m sorry that I have to say such trivial things,” the captain said coldly, “but the report should be written in such a way that it can be read!” A person who was not involved in the investigation should glean from such a report all the information that you have, provided that it has real significance for the case! Learn without breaking your eyes while deciphering your scribbles and without breaking your head interpreting abbreviations!
We were silent, not to say repentantly. Rather, they simply realized the futility of arguing with their superiors. Needless to say, the tedious preparation of reports on already closed cases takes time away from investigating new and as yet unsolved cases. And we often sacrifice the first for the second. And we use quite standard abbreviations, everyone here is abbreviated like that... And in general, perhaps reports are really not our strongest point, but we didn’t think that anyone would read them!
- Why is there no report on the “Case of an Excellent Student”? - the captain barked.
“So the case was closed, and the guards took the criminal from the secret office,” Ryan explained. “They always have a place for such talents.” So he now works in the service of the state. According to the official version, there seemed to be no crime.
“I’m not interested in official versions,” Wilfort snapped. – Since the case was investigated, it means that the corresponding report should be kept in the archive. So, this means: in a week, reports on all such “non-existent” cases for the last six months should land on my desk.
I couldn’t help but let out a sad sigh. We are definitely not going to die from idleness in the next week. And to be more precise, not so much for us as for me. You can’t trust Dick with reports: he will make them look approximately the same as his desktop. Ryan's parents, sisters, and relatives just came to stay, he needs to come home at least sometime. But I don’t have any relatives in Tel Rey, I live alone, so I’ll have to hang around in the police station until late at night.
- Next. “The new management didn’t even think about calling it a day.” – The detection rate in your department over the past year was only 70 percent. This means that every third case remains unsolved. How can you explain such low performance?
Ryan gritted his teeth. I understood him well. No one has ever called such detection rate low. On the contrary, our department was in good standing. But, most likely, the captain does not understand the specifics of our work well.
“We are dealing with a non-standard type of crime,” I tried to explain. – Dark magic leaves almost no traces, evidence is found extremely rarely. In addition, victims themselves often do not suspect that they have become objects of magical influence. Or they guess, but don’t dare admit it. Therefore, in our case, even identifying the very fact of committing a crime is an achievement.
- I don’t argue. “It was obvious that the captain remained indifferent to my explanations. – I’m ready to believe that cases of abuse of dark magic are especially difficult to detect. But the statistics I mentioned do not include undetected crimes. We are talking exclusively about those cases that were opened at the station and which were never solved. I would like to note that in the department for combating the abuse of light magic, the effectiveness is an order of magnitude higher. Their detection rate is 80 percent. What follows from this?
- That every fourth case remains unsolved? – Dick said, blinking innocently.
- I am happy that the department’s employees are familiar with the basics of mathematics. – Wilfort’s voice was capable of covering an entire lake with a thick crust of ice. – But the conclusion suggests itself is completely different. Employees in the light department do their jobs better.
At this point all three could not stand it.
- It is much easier for the Light Ones to solve a crime! Their magic leaves traces! There is almost always plenty of evidence to identify the culprit! – we shouted vying with each other.
We could not tolerate such an injustice as a comparison made in favor of a competing department.
“The magic of the light ones is more straightforward and less subtle,” I blurted out, and only then bit my lip, looking at the blond hair of the new boss.
The captain arched his eyebrow mockingly, as if inviting me to continue, but I fell silent. As a rule, crimes committed with the use of dark magic were investigated by the dark ones, and abuses of the light ones were investigated by the light ones. For the simple reason that the magic of one’s own suit is easier to understand and distinguish than that of someone else’s. However, there are no laws prohibiting the investigation of crimes of a different nature. And so the light authorities were sent to the department specializing in the abuse of dark magic. It seems that for the first time in the entire history of the site’s existence. Why on earth? Who would have known...
“So you want to say,” the captain said with undisguised irony, “that your colleagues have an easier job?”
He openly implied that we were behaving like elementary school students. “He got an A, and I got an A, because his task was easier.” Taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly, I answered, trying my best to maintain external calm:
- No. Their job is no easier. But it is different and associated with other difficulties. For example, in their case, the risk of being harmed during detention is much higher. Light magic often makes its owners dangerous opponents in battle. But as far as the evidence and the reticence of the victims are concerned, yes, our job is more difficult. Therefore, the disclosure rate is lower.
I didn't cheat my heart. The magic of dark-haired and fair-haired people (and the nature of the magic directly depends on the suit) has a completely different nature. Light influences the physical, material side of the world. Everyone has their own skills. It's like with any talent. One writes poetry, another draws pictures, the third easily solves logic problems, and the fourth grows the most fastidious plants where even asparagus withers for others. So with magical abilities, everyone has their own situation. There are wonderful healers among the light ones, and there are people who influence the weather. Some people can move objects at a distance, others can create portals that allow them to move through layers of space.
Dark ones are a completely different matter. We do not affect the outside world, and our magic cannot be used in battle. And we cannot force even the lightest fluff to move to the right or left without touching it. And yet, there was a time when they feared us so much that they even burned us at the stake, because the mere thought of dark magic filled the light ones with horror. Because we influence the most intimate. On the brain.
It is we who are able to influence a person’s thoughts, his emotions, desires and even physical sensations. We can make you see or hear something that doesn’t really exist, feel pain without any objective reason, experience feelings that were previously prohibited. Does it sound scary? Of course. However, there are two extremely important “buts” here. Firstly, the dark ones, like the light ones, have their own “specialization”. Everyone can influence only a certain part of the brain, and the nature of the effect depends on what functions this often tiny area is responsible for. Secondly, nature itself took care to protect people from the abuse of dark magic. The brain successfully resists influence if it is regarded as harmful to a person. Therefore, no matter how skilled the dark magician is, not a single person will follow such an order as “Feel the pain!” or “Jump off the tower!” - unless, for some reason, such an order does not correspond to the wishes of the person himself. But the brain easily succumbs to magic that blocks pain, and among the dark ones there are many excellent anesthesiologists.
In a word, it is not suit that makes a person dangerous, but completely different properties. And the crime rate among light and dark people is approximately the same. Statistically, they are the same, considering that significantly fewer dark ones are born than light ones. Moreover, the crime rate in our country is not much different from those countries whose residents are deprived of magical abilities. Magic does not affect the number of crimes, but solely their nature.
“In similar departments in other districts, the detection rate is no higher than ours,” I concluded.
The cold eyes, which now seemed more gray than blue, narrowed slightly.
“I’m not at all interested in how things are going for others,” Wilfort said inconsistently. This means that he can compare with the light section, but with the dark sections of other sections - no, no! – I am only interested in your performance, and I consider it unsatisfactory. Therefore, we will proceed as follows. “He thought for a moment. – The detection rate should increase next month. In six months, the disclosure rate should reach eighty percent. Although no, ninety is the result of the light department... That means eighty-two.
We stood with our eyes bulging, and, judging by the behavior of the new authorities, we had every chance of maintaining this resemblance to toads for a long time. And how, pray tell, do you want to jump to such and such heights? Yes, no dark department in the country has ever had such a result! But there was no point in saying it out loud.
- Is everything clear to you? – the captain finally inquired.
Much was unclear to us, but again we did not consider it necessary to advertise this fact.
- That's right! – we rapped and not without pleasure looked at the authorities who nodded as a sign of farewell.
And they remained standing, digesting what they heard. Hmmm, this is the beginning of cooperation. Wouldn’t it be nice to gather us all together like human beings, ask about everything, talk. Uncork a bottle of light wine, after all!
“This needs to be washed down,” I noted in a sepulchral voice.
“Exactly,” Ryan agreed immediately. “We need to somehow celebrate the assumption of office by the new management.”
And he shook his head, throwing aside his overgrown bangs, which were beginning to get into his eyes. A bang that drove dozens of women, young and not so young, crazy. Each time the sergeant came to restaurants with a new companion, and the girls turned out to be more beautiful than the other. And in the interests of the investigation, Ryan repeatedly used his personal charm. If nothing prevented this, it was he who interrogated the female witnesses, since the ladies were ready to say significantly more to the burning brunette with a soulful gaze than to such mediocre investigators as Dick and me.
“I could bring it,” the latter suggested hesitantly, “but what if this one notices?”
He uttered the word “this” in a whisper, clearly glancing sideways at the door through which Captain Wilfort left our office.
“Do it like you did then, for Bess’s birthday,” Ryan grinned.
Dick's lips also stretched into a mischievous smile.
- Yeah!
Nodding energetically (brown curls scattered across his head), he ran out the door.
Bess was a pretty blonde girl who worked as a secretary at our station. We celebrated her birthday quite wildly right at the place of work. The real celebration, of course, involved alcoholic drinks, but bringing them into the work building was strictly prohibited. However, our guards were resourceful and savvy, and therefore they found ways to circumvent this prohibition.

Olga Kuno

BLACK AND WHITE PALETTE

“I won’t hide it: I’m extremely disappointed,” said a tall, fair-haired man with cold blue eyes sternly. Blue, but a shade close to gray. And he repeated: “I am extremely disappointed in the quality of your work, gentlemen.”

Gentlemen, this is us: Sergeant Ryan Lakeoff, Lance Sergeant Dick Norbaugh and myself, Sergeant Tiana Reis. And all together - the department of the second district of the Tel-Rei guard to combat the abuse of dark magic. The disappointed fair-haired one is the new head of this very department. After our previous boss received a promotion, and with it a transfer to a new place of work, this one, Captain Algernon Wilfort, arrived from the capital. Why he moved here is unknown, but it’s definitely on our heads. And, of course, the bosses should not hide their own disappointment: their status does not allow them to do so. I wish I knew why exactly he was so disappointed.

When I received this appointment a week ago, I was assured that there were excellent professionals working in the second district of Tel Rei, including in the department for combating the abuse of dark magic,” Captain Wilfort continued to broadcast, knitting his eyebrows. - I come here, watch your work, study the reports - and what do I see?

We were silent, standing at attention and giving the authorities the opportunity to tell us what they saw so strange. The management met our expectations.

Complete lack of discipline, carelessness and low performance! - the captain said menacingly.

I noticed Dick's eyes widen. The junior sergeant, a bright nineteen-year-old with a huge head of curly dark brown hair, was the youngest of us and therefore did not always know how to restrain his own emotions. The boss's words jarred all three of us, but Ryan and I remained apparently calm—for now.

Whose table is this?

Silence.

I ask, whose table is this? - Captain Wilfort barked, pointing to one of the three work tables.

The reason for such interest in the piece of furniture was, alas, obvious. The table in question was randomly littered with all sorts of papers, folders, scrolls, quills, and objects not directly related to detective work, such as a spoon, a couple of buttons, and a bitten pie.

My lord captain! - Dick found the strength to admit.

The authorities looked at him with a hard look.

A person who is not able to keep his own workplace in order is not able to do his job well,” Wilfort said.

I winced painfully, taking advantage of the fact that the captain was currently focused on the poor fellow junior sergeant. I fundamentally disagreed with the last words. Yes, Dick is a bit disorganized and careless, which is a natural consequence of his age and temperament and is reflected on the desktop. However, there is no way to call the guy a bad employee. He has an extraordinary mind, is physically agile and is truly dedicated to our cause. And such a combination of qualities is worth a lot.

Wilfort did not concentrate his attention on the junior sergeant for long. He looked at all three again and in an icy tone (it’s immediately clear that he’s an aristocrat, unlike us mere mortals) continued:

I have studied all your reports for the last six months.

At these words, both Ryan and I’s eyes widened. The reports drawn up at the end of each investigation were never read by anyone. These opuses were written and stored in the archive with a single, abstract and mysterious purpose: “What if someday it will be useful to someone?” Well, occasionally it happened that old cases actually had to be brought up. For example, because a repeat offender was suspected of a new crime. But to just sit down and read a hundred reports written over the course of six months in just one miserable week?! My gaze involuntarily softened; Now I looked at the authorities somewhere even with sympathy.

“I regret that I have to explain such obvious things,” the captain said coldly, “but the report should be written in such a way that it can be read!” A person who was not involved in the investigation should glean from such a report all the information that you have, provided that it has real significance for the case! Learn without breaking your eyes while parsing your scribbles, and without breaking your head interpreting abbreviations!

We were silent, not to say repentantly. Rather, they simply realized the futility of arguing with their superiors. Needless to say, the tedious preparation of reports on already closed cases takes time away from investigating new and as yet unsolved cases. And we often sacrifice the first for the second. And we use quite standard abbreviations, everyone here is abbreviated like that... And in general, perhaps reports are really not our strongest point, but we didn’t think that anyone would read them!

Why is there no report on the “Case of the Excellent Student”? - the captain barked.

So the case was closed, and the guards took the criminal from the secret office,” Ryan explained. “They always have a place for such talents.” So he now works in the service of the state. According to the official version, there seemed to be no crime.

“I’m not interested in official versions,” Wilfort snapped. - Since the case was investigated, it means that the corresponding report should be kept in the archive. So, this means: in a week, reports on all such “non-existent” cases for the last six months should be on my desk.

I couldn’t help but let out a sad sigh. We are definitely not going to die from idleness in the next week. And to be more precise, not so much for us as for me. You can’t trust Dick’s reports: he will make them look approximately the same as his desktop. Ryan's parents, sisters and relatives just came to stay, he needs to come home at least sometime. But I don’t have any relatives in Tel Rei, I live alone, so I’ll have to hang around in the police station until late at night.

Further, the new management did not even think about calling it a day. - The detection rate in your department over the past year was only seventy percent. This means that every third case remains unsolved. How can you explain such low performance?

Ryan gritted his teeth. I understood him well. No one has ever called such detection rate low. On the contrary, our department was in good standing. But, most likely, the captain does not understand the specifics of our work well.

“We are dealing with a non-standard type of crime,” I tried to explain. - Dark magic leaves almost no traces, evidence is found extremely rarely. In addition, victims themselves often do not suspect that they have become objects of magical influence. Or they guess, but don’t dare admit it. Therefore, in our case, even identifying the very fact of committing a crime is an achievement.

I don't argue. “It was obvious that the captain remained indifferent to my explanations. - I'm ready to believe that cases of abuse of dark magic are especially difficult to detect. But the statistics I mentioned do not include undetected crimes. We are talking exclusively about those cases that were opened at the station and which were never solved. I would like to note that in the department for combating the abuse of light magic, the effectiveness is an order of magnitude higher. Their detection rate is eighty percent. What follows from this?

That every fourth case remains unsolved? - Dick said, blinking innocently.

I’m happy that the department’s employees are familiar with the basics of mathematics,” Wilfort’s voice was capable of covering the entire lake with a thick crust of ice. - But the conclusion suggests itself is completely different. Employees in the light department do their jobs better.

At this point all three could not stand it.

It is much easier for the Light Ones to solve a crime! Their magic leaves traces! Almost always there is a lot of evidence that allows you to identify the criminal! - we shouted vying with each other.

We could not tolerate such injustice as comparison in favor of a competing department.

Light magic is more straightforward and less subtle,” I blurted out. And only then she bit her lip, looking at the blond hair of the new boss.

The captain arched his eyebrow mockingly, as if inviting me to continue, but I fell silent. As a rule, crimes committed with the use of dark magic were investigated by the dark ones, and abuses of the light ones were investigated by the light ones. For the simple reason that the magic of one’s own suit is easier to understand and distinguish than that of someone else’s. However, there are no laws prohibiting the investigation of crimes of a different nature. And so the light authorities were sent to the department specializing in the abuse of dark magic. It seems that for the first time in the entire history of the site’s existence. Why on earth? Who would have known...

So you want to say,” the captain said with undisguised sarcasm, “that your colleagues have an easier job?”

Tiana Reis has been an independent and purposeful girl since childhood. She didn’t like fairy tales about princes - she wanted to achieve everything herself. And this is not so easy to do in a world where not so long ago there was a genocide of dark magicians, and she is precisely their representative. But, be that as it may, thanks to her efforts, the girl was able to get a good job in the police, where things are going pretty well. But the appointment of a new boss doesn’t make Tiana happy at all - not only is he a gentleman, he’s also an aristocrat! And somehow the sergeant’s relationship with the boss didn’t work out right away...

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“Black and White Palette” by Olga Kuno is not just a story of love in a magical world. The writer created a mind-blowing mixture of fantasy and detective fiction, paying enough attention to both components of her work. Her main character is full of her strengths and weaknesses, which is why she seems so real, because many readers will be able to recognize themselves in her image. And the magical world itself deserves a separate description.

Olga Kuno destroys all standard ideas about dark and light magic. They are not the usual embodiments of evil and good. Dark magic refers to mental spells, and light magic is responsible for physical ones. And the entire population of the country is clearly divided into two groups, which are easily recognized by hair color. In addition, dark-haired wizards most often turn out to be ordinary workers or employees, while the entire aristocracy is found among those with light hair. Such an unusual approach qualitatively sets this book apart from the rest, because in the world captured on the pages of the “Black and White Palette” you can find not only states where everything is fueled with the help of magic, but also countries completely devoid of it. So here magic and technology coexist, which, however, are used in isolation from each other.

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It is in such a world that Tiana lives. Even her site is divided into two departments, where light magicians are investigating crimes committed by light ones, and dark ones are trying to deal with their own. And imagine the girl’s surprise when the blond and aristocrat Algernon Wilfort was appointed her boss. However, the man himself is not too happy about such work, since even the position of a boss will not make him forget about exile to the provinces.

No matter how unpleasant it may be for Tiana to work with the bright one, whom she, moreover, unwittingly, offended on his first day of work, the crimes will not be revealed by themselves. Moreover, in a country that was recently shaken by the genocide of dark magicians, not everything is so simple and smooth, so we need to get to work. But is it that easy to do? And will it turn out that the girl was mistaken in her judgment about Algernon? After all, he may not turn out to be such a proud conceit as she thought, but his coldness and prudence, on the contrary, attract her. You can buy the book “Black and White Palette” or download it for ipad, iphone, kindle and android on the website without registration and SMS

“Black and White Palette” once again proves the benefit of Olga Kuno’s irrepressible imagination. This book will not make you bored, because here the reader can find magic, love, investigations and, of course, a lot of high-quality humor, which is so replete with Russian fantasy. Therefore, if you want to spend an easy evening with exciting reading, this novel is for you!

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