Chapter 9“Well, everything is Khan,” flashed through my head. Victor had never been beaten by grown men with pood fists before. With anguish and some caustic haze in his throat, he hopelessly looked deep into the car. The pensioner was still sitting in his pharaonic pose, the teenagers behind the glass door were poking their fingers at his bald head and laughing loudly. Dudes, help, I wanted to shout to Victor.– Heavy pi…ts bitch bl…! Victor heard a very low and at the same time quite clear voice. - Pi ... ts, a gang of native grandfather and mother took away the apartment.Victor looked at Squealer in surprise.- What?- Threatened to kill! I once already paid a million for my disposal to bandits and other werewolves from the FSB. Here we saw a recording of a mother saying I need to be killed urgently.With each word, Squealer's speech accelerated, he himself got excited, hysterical notes appeared in his meaningless stream of words, and a semi-familiar word "schizophasia" surfaced
- Moron! - Victor shouted after him, believing that the incident would be over, but the back of the "short man", well covered in a black bomber jacket, suddenly froze in front of the doors themselves. Something in Victor's chest broke off and fell down, and meanwhile the teenager was walking back, squinting in a smile on his puffy face.- What did you say? - Victor has heard this phrase hundreds of times in cheap TV shows, YouTube videos, jokes, and so on, but for the first time in his life he heard it addressed to him and immediately felt the unbearable burden of responsibility, which implies an answer to it.The outburst of anger had long since faded, and Victor did not want to repeat what he had said. He avoided looking "shorty" in the face. For some reason, his eyes didn't rise above his shoulders.- Get out from here! Victor said ruefully.- What did you say?! - "Shorty" began to fiddle with the slightly dented remains of the "Underkat" on Victor's head again.– What are you, a m
- Nazaritch, get it!- Yes, you go! - "Horse" laughed somewhere very close, - Look, he's different right now."Then I'm on my own." Hold on!Again horse rzhach.Right in front of him, Victor saw worn gray jeans. Is he really going to do it now? He will unzip his fly while they hold him by the hands and .... Feeling the pungent smell of stale sweat, Victor sniffed and saw how a thin black snake was rushing down the short man's crotch, and after it, even before he realized what kind of "snake" it was, a deafening wild scream.Startled, Victor looked up and saw the face of the "short man" with a simple ballpoint pen sticking out of his left eye.- Aaaaaa! - The guy squealed, shaking his shoulders, as if he wanted to shake off this hellish pain.- Five thousand! Five thousand! Five thousand! - It hissed somewhere nearby.Victor's hands fell, he immediately wiped his face with his sleeve and saw that from the bloodied eye of the "short man" a bloody stream snaked through the whole body in
Unsuccessfully trying to open a pack of "Vogue Aroma" with frozen fingers, Katya could not restrain herself:- Dima, I'll be in time if you don't call every minute! Crap! I could have called a taxi.The iPhone flew into her purse, and Katya finally fished out a thin cigarette. About the taxi, of course, she said rashly. Lately, taxis have become dangerous, and she can do without them, calmly taking the subway in fifteen minutes. Unlike Dima, Katya has lived all her life a stone's throw from the metro, and right up to the second she knew at what time she had to go through the glass doors in order to catch the last train leaving Novokosino without running around on the escalators.Now she has about five minutes left, which she will spend on a smoke break. She just needs a good dose of nicotine. Firstly, she must come to her senses after a heavy quarrel with her mother, and secondly, Katya wanted to take a last look at the place where twenty years of her life had passed.Now a new, much
Well, let's say for now she will continue to go to work, but Dima's parents will return on Friday. He has his own room, of course, and he, for example, will be able to convince his parents to stay. In the end, they were fine with her, but it's one thing to visit, another to live permanently. Katya remembered the lustful looks of Dima's father and the sidelong glances of her mother. No, this is definitely not the "new life" that she imagined in her dreams.Katya frowned again and looked at the Toyota.She noticed that all her windows were "tightly" tinted. She didn't like tinted windows, not only because they hid someone who could see you perfectly, but also because it was illegal to tint windows on the driver's side. And this meant that the person behind the wheel either could afford to break the law or had a liquid crystal tint. Considering that LCD tinting cost almost the same as a new Toyota Camry, the first option was in the car.Katya knew she looked stunning, especially in tight
Dasha is a thin, petite twenty-three-year-old girl with a charming face that radiates cold beauty and eyes the color of ice. These are not lenses, as many people think. Her eyes are really so light that they seem like a pair of ice floes. The same color can be seen under the feet of the frozen Lake Peipsi. Dasha never smiles. All Dasha's acquaintances know about this, but few people know that this is not true. As an adult, Dasha smiled three times, and three different people happened to witness it. Two of them were young men of seventeen and twenty-nine. Both at the same moment fell in love with Dasha. The third witness of her smile was the forty-two-year-old photographer Bernard Bertin, who at that moment lowered the camera, tilted his head to one side and silently watched until his assistant called him twice.It is not known why this girl smiled so rarely, but when she did, the cold beauty seemed to begin to melt, transforming into something so divine that the tongue did not dare to
Kharitonov was hot. And tight. With a mighty hand, he scratched his chest under the shirt with buttons torn off after the fight and yawned loudly. Small bearish eyes on a huge head stared blindly into the dirty glass, behind which the whitened Kalinin Square shone. In the light of the lanterns, a drifting snow rushed along the empty paths and benches.It was uncomfortable for him to sit - like a real bear, he constantly tossed and turned on a round chair, made a lot of sounds - rustled clothes, moved neighboring trays with his elbows, yawned at the top of his voice. Kharitonov was drunk.From behind appeared a strong mustachioed man.– Vano, it was only light.In his hands the man held a tray with two glasses of beer, a sandwich and a bucket of Basket-25 for company.Kharitonov frowned at the tray, pursed his lips, pressing them to his nose like an elephant. Exhaled. Then he took a glass, sipped about a third.“Grey, why the hell did you drag me here?So everything is closed right now
- I'm his girlfriend, what can not be seen if we are at the same table ?!Kharitonov again hit the guy on the table. Not so crushing this time.“If you intervene again, I’ll hammer until everything instead of sauce is splashed with brains.” - Kharitonov turned a menacing face to the guy. - Well, who is she to you?- One thing ... a group, - the guy said, releasing bloody saliva.- She says a friend, and you are a classmate ... Not a girl, then?The guy shook his head.“I see, now tell me why she,” Kharitonov pointed at the ugly girl with his finger, “is standing up for you.”The guy was silent. Everyone was silent.Kharitonov pulled out a plastic fork from a plate of lettuce splattered with blood and broke it off with his big, sausage-sized finger. The remaining pointed handle was clenched in a powerful fist, the fist was placed on the bloody stain on the table.Did you get the hint?The guy nodded.Why is she standing up for you?The guy looked at the ugly girl.“She… she likes me.T