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LAWS OF THE WOLF 50
I stood under a hot shower for a long time, washing away the smell of the wolf and the feeling that I had been dumped in the mud.I really considered the option with sex seriously. The old, proven method could (and would have turned out!) to be very effective with such a self-confident character as Mikhail, but apparently my inner chameleon went on vacation or hibernated, and I did not feel the slightest physical response to the caress of an attractive man.His every kiss, every touch disgusted me, and even the name of his son could not start the desired mode in me. I once considered myself a fallen woman, and I was for the most part, but, apparently, in my short redemption, I managed to rise a little, and at the last moment I backed up, using a trump card that, in fact, I wanted to save .Hearing about my father and that I was ready to meet him, the young lawyer quickly realized that he underestimated me and removed his ugly little hands, but even under water it still seemed to me th
LAWS OF THE WOLF 51
In my life I have seen quite a few horrors: I saw how my brother was shot in cold blood; I saw how the doctor's throat was torn open with claws; I saw severed heads rolling on the floor with grimaces of pain, but what lay in the box could not be compared with them.- It's a doll! Astakhov reassured me. - Just a doll, Kira!I clung to him, shuddering from crying. A doll... A little boy's doll was lying in the ground, judging by the smell taken from the cemetery, and from that it smelled of death.When Astakhov was pulling me away, I caught the box and it fell to the floor. The earth crumbled, and the doll began to cry so loudly that I could not hold back the second painful scream.What kind of sick bastard did you have to be to do that?- What have become, bl * d! - lifting me in his arms, Astakhov shouted to his scumbags. - Bring the courier back! Fast!He carried me to my room and sat me on the bed. I was trembling. I still smelled the nauseating smell of the earth. A child's cry rum
LAWS OF THE WOLF 52
The sun had long since turned away from the windows and balcony of my room, and I blinked sleepily, not orienting myself in time.There was a taste of rotten eggs in my mouth, and I was very thirsty. I reached out to a bottle of water that had come from somewhere on the bedside table and, sitting up, took a few sips.I felt rested, but my head was porridge. The pillowcase on the pillow was dirty with make-up that I hadn't washed off before going to bed, and the only clothes I had on were panties. This discovery was the turning point for my sleepy memory, and I tightened my grip on the bottle, preparing to throw it at whoever opened the door, but it was only Martha.- Good morning! How did you sleep? she asked cautiously, looking warily at the bottle in my hand.- Where is this monster? I squeezed out.- Grigory Georgievich washes a motorcycle, - Marta immediately answered, holding back a smile.There were too many rough words on my tongue, and I, taking pity on the girl's ears, kept s
LAWS OF THE WOLF 53
Summer twilight was gathering over the residence, and cigarette smoke ghostly spread in the scattered patches of light from the lanterns. In the vault, I found some documents, among which was my passport with the name Angelova.It was a strange logic to hide the documents along with the weapons, but I didn't find fault when I looked at the DNA test results sheet. Of course, there were no names on it, but it was not necessary to guess for a long time who the samples belonged to.Why did Boris drive his brother away? I thought the blood mattered to him. Or was the rejection of the brother due to the fact that he was a half-breed? To Boris, half-breeds were trash. Only I, my beloved wife, was an exception, and, probably, Grisha. And that was only because he was a very useful servant.I wonder if Boris's parents were still alive? Or did he also kill them, like my father, so that they would not get in the way while he was building his empire?How is my queen doing? - Grisha quietly slipped
LAWS OF THE WOLF Epilogue
Casino "Queen of Spades" was one of the first in the city, which worked legally, and was rightfully considered its pearl.It was located in an old building in the center and, along with the gaming halls, included hotel rooms on the upper floors and a restaurant on the ground floor, at the entrance to which my father, the then owner of the city, was shot.Boris once invested a lot of money in updating the casino, while retaining the charm of that era and leaving even the name, probably thus perpetuating the moment of his coming to power.It is strange that Boris was from a rich and influential family, but he strove for power so much, and Grisha, who was probably found in cabbage with a clip instead of a rattle, did not strive for power even when it was brought to him on a silver platter.It was a bit of a revelation to me that Rosa visited the casino, but on the other hand it was her own business, thanks to which I had a powerful lead. However, Grisha probably also thought about someth
LAWS OF THE WOLF 1
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 no
LAWS OF THE WOLF 2
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
LAWS OF THE WOLF 3
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
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