With this, there's three more cases with disguises. And 4 more with normal settings. I will freeze the pool for a while, but there's 2 Katsudon-Pirozhki chapters coming later!
I don't have a beta, and English is not my first language, so, of course there will be some misspelled words or grammatical errors. Please, if you spot it, leave a review/comment and I will do my best to fix it. Thank you.
I also have now twitter. Just check einnosekai.
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"Ladies and gentlemen, I am Commander Kreuz welcoming you the 737-600 flight, which will be departing from St Petersburg, Russia, to Fukuoka, in Japan." The pilot says om the speaker to the passengers, who begin to pay attention to the stewards, who demonstrates the safety procedures dictated by him.
One of the commissioners draws attention as a handsome Asian boy with black hair slid back and blue-rimmed glasses on his face. His steward's uniform is glued to his body and he's wearing lipstick to make his lips shiny, something that leaves many drooling over him.
"Girl, you really are beautiful." Another commissioner says, making her smile.
"Thank you! My husband insists on saying the same thing every day." He says, raising his left hand where it is possible to see an alliance.
"Are you a man or a woman?" One of the passengers asks, and the boy looks at him with a smile on his face.
"I'm a female transgender. Is there a problem?" He asks, tilting his face.
"No, not one." The man says sharply.
The plane takes off and the stewards begin to position themselves to meet the passengers. For now nothing abnormal was happening there, but the women did everything to hide the nervousness. The Asian steward does not judge them, after all no one should suffer at the hands of despicable people.
"How are you doing, Vitya?" He says, to the cordless earpiece in his right ear.
" I'm using Yurio's programs to pick up the other names, and as soon as I'm finished, I want to pull their identities and check with the flight attendants to identify the culprits. alive. " He listens and smiles. " Good luck, Dorogoy. "
This makes the boy to be surprised.
"Vityaaaaa!" He complains, listening to laughter on the phone.
" What can I do? At least no one suspects anything yet. "
"True." The boy says, stepping away from the isolated area he was about to approach the stewardesses.
"Don't worry." He says, drawing their attention. "We're going to put a stop to that, but we need your help too. If anything happens, call me, okay?"
"Thanks, Nikiforov." He listens and walks away when he hears the first request for assistance. "You can start, Vitya."
During the flight, nothing unusual was happening. Most passengers begin to cover themselves with the company blanket and start sleeping. The asian steward then begins to walk down the hall, looking from one passenger to the other when suddenly, something hits his right heel, causing him to stumble and fall on the passenger on the right, touching him inadvertently.
"Oh, please forgive me, sir." He asks, getting ready. "Are you okay?"
"Be more careful next time, Freak." He says the last part in Russian, making the boy look at him in surprise.
"Forgive me, but I did not understand the last part." The steward lies, feigning confusion.
"Leave me alone." The passenger says, and the steward just smiles.
"Yes sir." He says, walking away and walking again.
...
"I want a glass of water." Another passenger asks, and the asian steward smiles.
"Immediately." He says, moving away to get what he had been asked.
Soon he returns with a plastic cup, a bottle of water and an ice bucket in his arm, approaching the passenger and serving him.
"Thank you very much." The passenger says, and Yuri smiles.
"We are at your service." He responds, and walks away.
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"Ladies and Gentlemen, we apologize for interrupting your sleep, but our stewards will be coming to you soon to distribute sandwiches, salads, cakes and drinks. We wish everyone a good appetite. "
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"Bitch."
"Is there a problem, sir?"
"None, just leave me alone."
"Yes sir."
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" Yuri, I'm ready. "
"Okay, it's show time."
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"Whore."
"Sir, I'm sorry, but I do not speak Russian, why do not you speak in English and out loud for everyone to hear how ridiculous you are? I can be whatever I want and that does not give you the right to judge me as well understood. "
That leaves the passengers with surprise. The passenger in question is red with anger and gets up from his seat.
"You want English, Whore? So take it. Freaks like you should never exist, why not sell yourself on the street, bitch, at least you can be with people who pretend to love you?" He says, to the shock of the surrounding.
"My goodness, someone here needs to wash their dirty mouth." The steward comments, laughing. "I already have a job that I really enjoy, Mr. Polzin, and I do not intend to walk away from it because of despicable people like you who only know how to de-stress using racism, bullying and sexual harassment wherever you go."
"How ... How do you know my name?" The passenger asks, startled.
"And then what, you bastard? It may seem like fun to be above others, touching the body parts of hard-working women to help support the family." The steward begins to walk toward him, terrifying him. "For someone who travels constantly because of work, it must be tricky to control stress, but that does not justify abusing others freely."
"How do you know that? Who are you?" The passenger recoils, until he hits someone.
That someone is wearing a pilot's uniform, and he's staring at the scene in surprise.
"Help me!" The passenger asks, startled.
"What's going on here, Dorogoy?" The pilot asks in Russian, looking at the steward.
"He was cursing me, Darling. He called me Aberration, Bitch and Bitch. The steward answers in Russian, surprising everyone.
"It is true!"
"It was horrible."
"Poor steward."
"Hmm." The pilot says, looking at the passenger who is on his knees, looking at him with surprise.
"Are you married to that freak? What a terrible taste you have." He says, getting up.
"And you are what? Some kind of superior being who can impose your will on us, mere mortals?" The pilot asks, staring coldly at him. "Because to me you're nothing but human junk, with your stupid prehistoric mentality."
"Darling, baby, do not waste your time on this crap." The steward says, winking at him.
"True, everything that's been going on here is being passed on YouTube so that it will serve as a lesson not only for you, Yosef Polzin, but also for everyone who finds it fun to do this kind of thing." The pilot says, smiling. "I think at that point, the list of names with all the people who perform this kind of thing on domestic flights is already happening on the screen of the video."
"Who ... Who are you?" The passenger asks, shocked.
"Glad you asked." The steward says, showing the badge.
The pilot also raises his, to the surprise of all.
"St. Petersburg police." The pilot says, tilting his face.
"In normal cases, my partner and I would arrest him for harassment and racism. But as we are in heaven, and going to another country, we can't really do that." The steward says, keeping his credential. "So we decided to stream this online, so that the shame accompanies you 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. And we took the opportunity to leave messages to the world, after all nothing should be a reason for disgusting actions like this."
"After all we are in a society where everyone can be the victim of rape, domestic and work abuse, racism, bullying, and various other small and large crimes." The pilot speaks coldly. "That, dear ones, should never happen." Never.
"Oh, yes, I'm not trans.I'm a man and that was all acting to get you, Mr. Polzin." The steward/police officer says, smiling. "And he's not my husband, but my partner."
The passenger, Yosef Polzin, looks at him in surprise. And then he bows his head in embarrassment.
"I'm sorry.." He says, beginning to sob. "I don't know what I was thinking about acting like that."
"No, you did. You got carried away by your mentality, since you do not accept that society is changing, and you also refuse to see that women also have rights to be here, doing their best." The pilot/officer says seriously. "And that's a problem not only yours, but many others as well."
"I accept your apologies, because I already knew that I would hear your shitty words, but understand that what you did to me is a crime, yes." The steward/police officer says, looking around. "And may this serve as a lesson to be present on this plane and accompanying our transmission."
He then picks up the cell phone from the front pocket of his vest, revealing a hole in the place of the button and ends the recording. Soon, the plane is filled with applause.
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Flashback - Hours ago.
"Is everything alright with you, Miss?" Yuuri asks, noting the pale flight attendant.
"Yes, I'm fine." She responds, looking at him in surprise.
"Yuri?" Viktor asks, next to him.
"Are you sure? Your face is very pale." The Japanese says, touching her arm.
"Oh, I must be tired then ..." She stops talking when she sees him with the police badge.
"We can help you take care of this, Miss Volkova. No one needs to know about that." He says, surprising Viktor. "Take us to a special room and call the person in charge of the company."
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"You want to what?"
"In fact, we can not allow this to continue like this, with stewardesses victims of racism, bullying and sexual harassment." Viktor says, with his arms folded. "Me and my partner are willing to help resolve this situation if we are allowed."
"What do you have in mind?" The general manager of the company asks, folding his arms.
"I can see the memories of everything I touch, Mr. Braxton." Yuuri says, scaring him. "That's how I discovered not only what happens on the flights but also her name."
"My partner and I will infiltrate the crew of the plane that goes to Japan, where one of the aggressors has already been identified by Miss Volkova, my partner will become his target, and we will corner him. As we can not make an arrest on the plane because we are going to another country and it would be a pain in the ass with all the bureaucracy, we will record the whole flight, edit the video to just the necessary parts and publish on Youtube along with other names that I I would get it with the help of you and the stewardesses." Viktor responds. "I would pretend to be a reserve pilot, and it would only appear at the end, but my main job would be to get the passenger identities and ask the victims to see if they are aggressors or not."
"I don't know. This can go wrong."
"Sir, we are asking to help, so we will take responsibility if our plan fails." Yuuri says, staring at the man seriously. "But believe us when we say we'll do our best to stop it."
"Very well, and what do you expect to gain from it?"
"Well ... Can we have the uniforms?" Yuuri asks, timidly. "I like to collect the clothes I wear in the disguises that I wear, I've been a nurse, a teacher, a model, everything to help solve cases that would be difficult to complete by normal means, and I promise not to use them to cause problems. of conversation. "
"Only that?"
"Yes." Both say at the same time, the astonishing.
"Very well, I'll be on the flight too, to scrutinize and assist you as you need to.
"Of course!" Victor responds, smiling.
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"Good evening." The receptionist says in English, looking in surprise at the pilot and employee of an airline.
"Good evening, the pilot says, smiling." Reserve on Nikiforov, please. "
"Right." He says, checking his computer and holding a key. "17th floor, room 1708."
"Thank you very much!"
And the clerk watches them go toward the elevators, surprised. After all, the hotel he works for is not usually used by airlines to host their crews. And the room in question is a suite!
"The things I see around here." He comments, returning to meet the next guest.