Lately, I've been noticing more and more often how my stupid offspring is showing interest in a secret door in the corridor.

Sometimes, walking by with morning coffee, checking the situation at the base, I noticed his attempts to find out the secret of the room. His attempts to look absolutely nothing to do with it looked so funny when I passed by.

Every time we had a dialogue, like:

—Is everything all right, Alfred?

- Yes, Father.

The kid didn't realize yet that he wouldn't be able to open the door for him… Inspired by Trevor's work, I created a small puzzle and... the missing element was sent to a mansion in Europe, hidden there in a safe, and the safe is in such a well... I mean, securely hidden. But even so, I, Alexander Ashford, took care of everything that is inside.

I can get in without that. Only here you have to be careful. So that no one finds out about the second method…

Ha! In any case, the spinogryzs will suck tuna in an attempt to learn the unprecedented!

However… That's not all.

Again, recently, when we gather at the same table for breakfast, in fact, the only time when we can all get together as a "friendly" family, I began to notice oddities for the second child.

Alexia, my precious sprout of the future greatness of the family, the brilliant heir of the great Veronica, whose genes I used to breed children in the laboratory, my darling daughter ... she looks pensive, every now and then she looks at me somehow wrong.

Perhaps I should arrange for additional locks to be put on my bedroom, but in the meantime I will block the door and sleep with a gun under my pillow.

I don't like her look… He looks like old Spencer. After this, my father went to his forefathers, and I have no plans to visit my respected ancestors yet. Who knows, maybe there is an afterlife and Veronica will be extremely unhappy with the fact that her body lies in the basement just a little defiled by attempts to find the genius gene?

A scientist is not supposed to think that way, but there are areas where science has not yet set foot. Perhaps this area is what we call the afterlife.

And the kids should be whipped at the first opportunity. I have a belt.

So I smiled at them with a warm parental smile, sipping my Earl Grey, showing with just a glance that I could see through them, the creatures. They're digging under me, little bitches, they're digging.

And not to send them anywhere, we are already in the extreme south, and leaving them alone here is even more dangerous.

The door to the bedroom needs to be additionally protected. Yes.

That's why, until the workers install additional protection, I slept with a gun.

It's very nice to realize that I was right…

It was the day before, when the workers had to start installing armored doors in my bedroom. Besides, I was probably a little late, because Alexia had made some progress in virology by that time… I would send her to Marcus, but I'm afraid they'll start digging against everyone.

My fears were confirmed.

Two small figures invaded my room and very smartly headed for the bed, but…

- They've bitten you, you backbiters! — I turned on the light, pointing a gun at them. I knew they were up to something.

Caught them off guard.

Alfred is confused. Alexia is annoyed.

Hey, is she holding a syringe? Oh, you little bitch!

— How did you guess? - the initiator of all this, Alexia, looks at me with a cold look of icy eyes.

- No one dares to spoil my Earl Grey!

- Sleeping pills should not leave a smell or taste, — he admits.

- Yes, I understand… But I suspected you initially, — I grin, continuing to poke the gun. - That's why I noticed how you little bastards did something to my tea. And now throw the muck away, and all the piercing and cutting objects too, go to the wall and bend down.

— I should have thought over the plan more carefully, — the daughter muttered, obediently throwing the syringe and stepping aside.

- You're not worthy to be called a father, - Alfred interjected. - After what we found out… You're the worst.

- Have you found out? Oh, yes... I left a note there in case someone could get in. Well, how is it?

- There have always been suspicions about your moral decline, — Alexia said again. - The note in your handwriting clarified a lot.

Big deal... wrote only one phrase: "You're adopted, bitch". I didn't think they'd really be able to get in there. Even surprised.

He reached for his belt, unbuckling the belt buckle.

- What are you going to do, Father? - already a mockery of me.

- To punish naughty children, - I pulled the belt, I wanted to flog them, so the time has come.

Folded folded in half and began to punish. I gave birth to them, I'll beat love for my neighbor through their ass, I gave them too much freedom, you know.

Here, I think, it's not quite fair to be a gentleman, letting women and children go ahead.

The first blow landed on Alfred's ass. There was a cry of pain.

The second blow landed on Alexia's ass. There was a cry of ple… So, wait, what the fuck? Even the surprised Alfred paid attention to this.

Alexia clamped her hands over her mouth in a very childish way.

I knew that Grandma Veronica, in addition to a brilliant mind, practiced other methods of domination, but... it seems that I passed on the wrong genes to the kids.