How much do you think a human life is worth?
To Java I will say: not at all.
Don't believe? Okay, I'll ask differently.
How much is the life of a homeless person worth, whom you turn your back on, preferring to pretend that he does not exist?
Well... She doesn't cost anything either. As is yours. As did my brother. As is mine. And I tell you this with complete certainty.
But life is not the most valuable thing a person has. Our memories are much more valuable.
They are what make us who we are. They are the fuel, the engine, and the wheels for the future, because the present is built on them. And I tell you this with full confidence.
His heels buckled and wobbled dangerously with every step. I was tempted to take them off and go barefoot, at least just so as not to hear how disgustingly they knock on the asphalt, as if notifying about something, but when you plan a late visit to an ex-boyfriend, torn stockings and dirty feet are not what you want appear.
The code at the entrance has not changed. The porch itself has not changed, with the persistent smell of valerian, pulling from under the door of an old woman who lived on the first floor and peeped at my drunken staggering, first from the window, and now through the peephole.
"Yes, yes! It's me again! Please love and favor!" I waved my hand in front of her door. Now she will have something to rub with the yard beau monde in the morning.
Hobbled to the fourth floor, I leaned my hand against the dusty wall and, not without irritation, listened to the nasty trill of the bell, straightening my hair with the other hand.
Footsteps were heard, a heavy sigh that I felt rather than heard, a careful touch of the lock, reflection, and finally a click.
- Hi! I purred, putting on the most charming smile on my face and trying to stand straight.
It didn't turn out very well. I drank too much.
- What is it this time? - Egor asked in a voice dry as a desert, standing in the doorway in his boxers.
The face looked tired, and in the eyes that looked at me with disappointment there was not even a hint that I wanted to see what I so desperately needed at the end of another shitty day that replenished the piggy bank of a shitty life.
The corners of his lips pulled down, twisting his smile. Bitterness appeared in my mouth and the same disappointment and fatigue that I saw in Yegor crept under the skin.
Two years of relationship and half a year of drunken staggers, passionate sex and pauses, one shit long and a trip to a pub before a new call of a storm-beaten ship to the familiar dock for repairs. And so in a circle. So what did I expect?
Staggering, she lowered her eyes and turned back to the stairs. I knew he still loved me as much as I loved him, but what had stood between us before hadn't moved. And this was my fault.
Because of an old promise made in grief, I allowed our relationship to collapse, and for six months I behaved like a dog in the manger: I wasn’t with him, but I didn’t let go to others either.
- Stop! Stop, I say! - Yegor ran out to the site and, grabbing me by the waist, dragged me into the apartment. - Sit down! - He put me on a padded stool in the hallway and locked the door. - Night on the street, and you're drunk hanging around! The wolves just picked up another stupid girl yesterday. Do you want to join her? Yegor gave me a stern look, and I seemed to come to life.
Here! Here's what I wanted to see! A stern but fiery look, from which the blood began to boil and rush through the veins, exciting.
Yegor was a cop, and as soon as I saw him at the police station where I rushed to pick up my brother, I immediately decided that this barrel would be mine.
Eyes greedily ran over his disturbing fantasy body. He smelled of shower gel, and silky skin, washed to a shine, beckoned to touch it.
I ran my hands over his strong hips, hooked my fingers on the hem of his boxers and pulled them down. Egor tensed, looking down at me, but did nothing, and I freely took his cock into my mouth.
Thick but soft, he quickly began to gain volume and elasticity. I knew how much he liked it, and I took it deeper, listening with satisfaction to his ragged breathing, until he came.
I stood up and shared the taste of salted caramel with him in a kiss, taking off my coat and unbuttoning my blouse in parallel. The clasp on the bra was in front and easily succumbed to naughty, intoxicated fingers.
Yegor always liked my breasts. She was of medium size, and at first, when we started dating, he tried on sports epithets for her, but in the end he settled on fruits, firmly securing the nickname peach for her. Where there was logic, I did not understand. In my opinion, the peach was more suitable for another place, but he probably knew better.
Having shifted his clothes, Egor crumpled his chest, exhaling excitedly in my face. His cock stood again, anxiously resting on my hips. I wanted to feel it in myself and, pulling the skirt with one hand, with the other I grabbed the cock with my hand.
Suddenly, Yegor pulled away and rather rudely removed my hand.
- When will this stop, Kira? he asked, looking gloomily into my eyes.
His breath was ragged, but just a second ago, his eyes, which had been blazing with excitement, flashed with anger.
- You left me. Didn't accept my terms. I chose him... - His voice cracked hoarsely. - Him, not me.
I looked away and bit my lip. Desire caved in at his words, resurrecting our breakup and all those quarrels that preceded it, cutting me alive with a dull blade even now.
“He is my brother, Yegor,” I answered very quietly, looking at the wall.
A phrase so simple cut the air like a whip, and Egor twitched.
"I can't leave him," I added, still staring at the wall. - I promised...
- The dead make no claims! he retorted harshly, turning my face towards him with his hand and glaring again. - Your brother is ballast! He drags you down! - Yegor sniffed the strong smell of alcohol coming from me, and expressively curved his lips. - Already dragged! And you still will not accept the fact that neither you nor anyone else can save him! He is his own enemy! Get over it and live your life!
"He's my brother," I repeated, covering his hand with mine and pressing it tighter against his hot cheek.
A little over two years ago, my brother was detained on suspicion of selling stolen goods, however, they could not prove anything, but in three years after coming of age, this was the fourth time, not counting the two that were before adulthood.
I wish I could say it was a mistake that my brother was just making innocent friendships with guys of dubious reputation, but alas, that wasn't the case.
The genes made themselves felt, and the blood of our father, once a respected, strong and authoritative wolf, shot with silver bullets at one of the elite restaurants in the city center when I was five and my brother was three, turned Sasha's head, pushing him into the abyss.
Before her death, the mother told us about the affair with him and how the stern-looking werewolf tremulously and tenderly protected her, and hid her from his entourage, as he promised to retire and take care of her and his children, but the life that he led, or rather, which led him, did not allow the promises to be fulfilled.
After his death, my mother hid in the sewers with us, fearing that they might find out about us and come to find out from her about some secrets of my father or something else.Fear sank into her so deeply that there was no trace of the once well-groomed and beautiful woman, and neither she nor we could get out of the sewers.In the meantime, the world has changed more and more. The times when werewolves avoided people, preferring to live in the distance, in the forests and howl at the moon at night, are in the past.Why eat a rabbit raw and shit under a bush, if it was possible to live differently, using all the benefits that they, due to their wolf nature, could easily and simply take.With the help of force and fear, werewolves crushed people more and more, seized power, bought entire cities as if they were toy houses with tiny figures, and ruled them as they wanted, because they could, because they were stronger.Unable to resist, people accepted it, and so half-breeds like me and
The corridor was dark. From the only room my brother and I shared, along with the dim light of the day coming through the window, cigarette smoke and a wolfish smell streamed.Like my brother, I was a half-breed, but the wolf genes in me were passive. In fact, I was an ordinary person. However, I could distinguish the smell of a werewolf unmistakably, and the one that tickled my nostrils did not belong only to my brother.- Sasha, I'm home! I yelled as I took off my shoes.It was pointless to behave quietly, as well as, in fact, to announce your arrival. Sharp, wolfish hearing could still catch me when I was just getting out of Egor's car.In response, vulgar laughter and the clink of bottles rang out from the room.- Crap! I cursed, deliberately dumping the contents of the bag onto the floor.Leaning down to gather my belongings, I reached into a niche under the old hallway with one hand and drew my gun. With a full magazine of nine-millimeter, silver bullets, it weighed more than a
The morning of the last March day was cool. The wind, pushing a crumpled newspaper sheet along the asphalt, strove to lick under her skirt and fluff her hair in her own way.I ran a hand through my dark hair, keeping it from the special effects, and darted towards the store. Christina, my partner, had already turned off the alarm and was pressing the key in the lock, looking around warily.- Give it to me! - having measured the guard Vanya with a reproachful look, who with a serene look was watching only Christina's ass, I pushed her away from the door.The lock was new, as was the door, and practically everything in the shop. The son of the owner, who took over the reins of government, immediately redid everything to his taste, significantly strengthening the security system.His father was an old wolf, long fed up with all the pluses of a wolf nature, not loose-handed and, moreover, a respected businessman. He preferred to conduct business quietly and calmly, while not particularly
After lunch, the wind increased, causing alarm. Having shot a cigarette at the guard, I smoked around the corner of the store, putting my feelings and thoughts in order.Sex with Arthur hard and without anesthesia with a scalpel revealed everything that I managed to muffle with the help of Yegor. I wanted to drink again.In the toilet, I wiped my body and crotch with tap water and, along with the remnants of my breakfast, vomited wolf semen out of my stomach, filling the void with Christina's friendly coffee.I was barren and, meeting with Yegor, I thought a lot about whether I had a chance to recover, but after Arthur changed his father and became the boss, for the first time I was glad that life could not arise in my body.Throwing away the rest of the cigarette, I caught my reflection in the window. Like the mirror in the bathroom, it showed me a slender, beautiful, young girl with shoulder-length dark hair, fresh skin and large, thoughtful hazel-colored eyes, in which, despite the
“Calm down,” a voice whispered insinuatingly from under the plastic mask on his face. - No need for unnecessary movements and everything will be okay.“Or not,” added his companion, pointing his machine gun at Christina, who was reaching, as she thought, imperceptibly, towards the alarm button.Cristina whimpered and, raising her hands, backed against the wall behind the counter.- That's smart! - approved the second. - You, - he turned to the guard, - come to her. Just drop your toy.The guard very slowly pulled out a pistol and, throwing it on the floor, walked over to Christina and also raised his hands.- Well, and you, beauty, - the muzzle rested on my chest, - why are you frozen? - After the guard, I stood closest to the shooters, as if covering the courier with me. - Stomp to the wall.His stomach twisted into knots, blood throbbing wildly in his temples, his nose tickled by the smell of young werewolf gunslingers venturing into the store.With solid legs, I took a step to the
The patrol car seemed to crawl like a snail on purpose to give me the maximum enjoyment of the grill that separated the front and rear seats.As Egor said, me and Kristina with Vanya were asked to drive up to the prosecutor's office by ten in the morning on a voluntary-compulsory basis.None of us were officially charged with anything, but I knew it was only a matter of time. Diamonds were picked up only by a runaway courier, but on the bag that the woman delivered along with the flowers, in addition to Arthur's prints, there were also mine.My brother also played against me, whose last name was in the Cop database. And we couldn't count on Christina and Vanya if we all failed to escape. We were mated, but by and large, each was for himself, and if they found out about my brother’s arrests, then without remorse they would have blamed everything on me and Arthur, they say, they had an affair and so on.Egor's promise... Hmm... He did not respond to my offer to leave, and the phrase "I'
A deafening roar of a shot. A silver, nine-millimeter bullet gently poked into the temple and rather flew out the other side.The scream stuck in my throat. Without breathing, I looked into the lifeless eyes of my brother, falling to the floor.- Sasha ... - I barely audibly sobbed.His chest was torn from pain, compared to which everything else was nothing.One bullet, one life, one death. Why?He was only guilty of being stupid and naive, that he wanted to get out of the slums and live better. He did not do what he was accused of. Sasha was innocent.- Look at me.I did not react in any way, and Angelov grabbed my face, hanging over me with a mountain of muscles of a deadly predator.- Look at me! he repeated. I glanced up at him. - Where are my diamonds?- I'll kill ... - I exhaled raggedly.The ice-cold eyes were covered with a crust of surprise, but mockery touched the cube.- Your brother was a coward and a weakling who was not ashamed to substitute his own sister for the sake o
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.A repetitive sound insistently and disgustingly broke through the dream. I had heard it before, but every time I wanted to chase it away, it sped up and I strangely fell asleep again.It seems that I was dreaming something, but the picture was fuzzy, and the voices ... They mixed with those that sounded above me, and I could not make them out either.I was very thirsty, but my dry lips stuck together, and I could not open them. There were insects crawling under my skin, and I wanted to scratch, but I didn’t know how to do it. I barely had enough strength to open my eyes, but either a bright light blinded me, and I was in a hurry to close them, or I was surrounded by hopeless darkness, into which, in principle, I did not want to look.Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.That sound again. I wiggled my fingers listlessly, as if the off button was nearby and all I had to do was tap it to turn off that annoying sound.I swallowed the viscous saliva and tried to unstick my lips.