Time is reversed

The end of October 1983. A serious struggle took place in the basement of school No. 81 in the city of Kuibyshev. The thousand-year-old dark Stratolate has been terrorizing the residents of Samara for two months like a wolf in sheep's clothing. Father Gleb was known as a healer, through whose prayers people were cured of serious illnesses, but in fact it was the same thousand-year-old vampire that Valera, Igor, Rita, Valentin Sergeevich and Leva were looking for. "You don't know what you're capable of, Valera. You have royal blood in you. I want to help you find out all your power. — said Gleb "You don't want to help, but to get power," Valera replied — That's right, Lagunov. And for that, I need your blood. The millennial growled and dug his claws into Val's chest. The teenager hung on to the dark one's right arm, bleeding. Gleb, triumphantly, threw the guy onto the altar, where the assembled slab was located. "Let them go," a voice ordered from behind. The vampire turned around and saw Pavel's father. — Wait for your turn. I will need you in my new system. Gleb replied — You've been living for a thousand years, but you still didn't understand that it's not the system that saves people, but faith, — Father Pavel said calmly, walking to the stratelate and holding a wooden cross in his hands. — That's right, Father Pavel. I've been living for a thousand years and neither the cross, nor holy water, nor silver take me," Gleb replied complacently and confidently, moving towards the priest, but before reaching him a couple of steps, he retreated, as if running into an invisible wall — Self-confidence is your weakness, Gleb. You're too cocky. Father Pavel calmly remarked. The vampire, angry, picked up a large boulder from the floor and threw it at the priest. Father Pavel dodged a boulder flying at him, but tripped over the edge of his cassock and fell — The game is over, Gleb — a menacing voice was heard from behind the dark stratil. Turning around, the millennial saw a serious Valery, whose wounds had healed. Talking to Father Pavel, Gleb did not notice what happened to his prisoner. Rita Sharova, Valera's classmate and friend, crawled up to the dying Lagunov with her last strength and forced the young stratelate to drink her blood, arguing that both she and he did not have much left to live. The teenager, agreeing with the last of his strength, stuck out his vampire tongue and clinging to the girl's raised hand drank her blood. After pulling away from the unconscious classmate after a couple of sips, Valery started the regeneration of wounds. A minute later, abruptly jumping up from the stove and lowering his hands on it, Lagunov forced his spilled blood to soak back into his body, and then turned his attention to the dark one with the words: — The game is over, Gleb Recovering from the shock, the millennial rushed at the teenager, but the young stratelate of royal blood turned aside in time and the vampire crashed into the wall — To get royal power and strength, you need to spill the blood of my ancestors on the stove and take it for yourself. You spilled my blood, and I got it back for myself. You've lost, Gleb, I'm a Stratil king. Val said proudly. The dark one, furious, rushed at the teenager, but Lagunov did not lose his head and abruptly grabbed the enemy by the throat, lifting him off the ground, lifting him over his head, and then abruptly pressed him against the stove. The vampire screamed from the pain that gripped him, and Valery continued: — This is for your mom and dad, for Anastasia, for Lev. For Igor, for Veronica, for Rita, for Valentin Sergeevich. I wish I could turn back time and save Lev and Nastya from you scum, but it's not possible. Burn with a blue flame! And removing his hand from the neck of the dark stratil, writhing in pain, Valerka moved away from him, and Gleb, engulfed in fire, screaming and growling, burned down. And at this time, a bright glow engulfed Lagunov, forcing him to close his eyes. Opening his eyes, after a couple of seconds, Valery saw a painfully familiar landscape that had been appearing in his dreams since the summer of 1980, and turning around, he saw the familiar infamous river tram "Virgil", which was taking them to the camp "Burevestnik"