Just in case, the motorcyclists dispersed at the nearest intersection, and directly to the "Arcade" the off-road vehicle was accompanied by only one motorcycle - Gray.In the elevator, a strange feeling came over me, as if I was splitting in two, and until that me, who was going deeper and deeper into the darkness, did not detach from me to calmly wait for me to call her again, I decided on the last thing that I still could today.- Serezha... - I held Gray at the elevator. - Let...The guys are already on their way. - Gray squeezed out the semblance of a sincere smile, which he was only capable of. - Check if they can.“Let them start with…” I began.“Casino,” Gray finished for me. - They know. He took out my pistol from under his jacket and handed it to me. - You rest, - added Gray. - I'll let you know if there's anything.- Good. Thank you,” I choked out, looking down at the smooth barrel, which exuded a delicate aroma of silver, gunpowder and death.I didn’t believe that the guys
Night is the most terrible time of the day, revealing to us the most hidden fears. They come out of our inner darkness and always attack suddenly, tormenting and poisoning every cell.I wanted to move Nikita's bed to Grisha's and my bedroom so that I could be there all the time at night, but Alyosha said that I would only rummage from corner to corner and disturb the child's sleep, and I had to agree with this. If during the day I still somehow wanted to sleep, then at night it was as if matches had been inserted into my eyes, and they simply refused to close.After washing, I put on Grisha's T-shirt. Fuck that she was white, that is, not lucky, as Alyosha said, color. Luck turned away from me a long time ago anyway, and everything that I had in my life was as labored out as one could imagine.Falling into a kind of melancholy, I spun around the bed, feeling the carvings on the canopy posts. Grisha removed the roof, leaving only the beams, on which cream curtains hung, which did not i
We rushed somewhere into the unknown for a long time, until the streets ceased to be at least remotely recognizable and generally plunged into impenetrable darkness, announcing that the time had passed one in the morning.There was no time to bring beauty, and I had to borrow a jacket from Grisha's wardrobe, which hung terribly on me, and borrow jeans and sneakers from Marta, gently and guiltily awakened by Alyosha.But these were all trifles compared to the fact that I had to ride with Sery on a motorcycle, because of which I also took Grishin a spare helmet, and I had to leave Alyosha at home, since none of the motorcyclists wanted to take him as the second number, moreover, by mutual agreement, expressed in a rather aggressive form, and the presence of the car at the meetings would cut the latter down in the bud.What was the logic here, I did not understand. Probably something from the field of eternal confrontation between two wheels and four, but in principle I didn’t care. I wa
I froze with a cup of coffee and carefully looked at my brother. During the night, he hadn't been badly out of frankness, but now in his eyes and in the way his jaws marched hard, it was clearly read that what he wanted to talk about was not at all from the area of \u200b\u200bcute family chirps.- Good. - I put the cup on the table and exchanged glances with the wary Gray. Marta fell silent, and Rosa threw a warning glance at Alyosha, which he completely ignored.- Kirochka! - Evelina serenely returned to the kitchen. - I put everything in the office, as you asked!- Thanks! I answered automatically, still looking at my brother. A premonition of bad news began to scratch in his chest.- Nikki-Nikki! - Evelina reached out to her grandson. - Do you want to eat more or will you be bainki?“You yourself will eat,” I intervened, getting up from the table. - And get some rest. I'll put Nikita to bed myself. Evelina rolled her eyes in confusion, but did not argue. "Thank you for breakfast
Alyosha took only two guys with him, so as not to draw too much attention to an expensive car, and even motorcycles. After all, it was morning, and Yegor still had to be found in the city's gateways, including those in which his site was located.I was worried about my brother, because anything could be expected from a cornered rat, but the certainty that Alyosha knew what he was doing, as well as the tangible and warming hope that the matter would be crowned with success, practically blocked everything else.It was stupid, perhaps, and naive, but after my dark triumph in the jewelry store, I was ready to grasp at any straw that did not promise me a return to darkness, which, if I'm so honest, scared me.I talked about morality and that it had two faces, and in principle I knew for myself that sometimes life taught harsh lessons, during which you had to make the same harsh decisions, but the same life also taught me not to rush to make decision, no matter how temptingly correct it may
- You did not understand! my brother interrupted me. There was some noise and voices in the background. It looks like he was outside. - It's not us! We didn't have time...- Go home! I cut him off. Still, hope was complete bullshit, and the slightest foreboding always came true. - Go home! I repeated. - Fast! I shouted.I don’t know how much time passed and how many dozens of steps I took in the hallway before my brother stepped into it, and I was able to breathe a sigh of relief.- What is it? Alyosha frowned. He did not let me hug him and looked suspiciously at my crumpled hair and the almost lingering claw marks on my arm, framed by dried blood.I did not quite understand whether my brother knew Yana, but Gray, who noticed her sandals and recognized her smell, took off his helmet and looked at me inquiringly.“They found only a burned-out car,” I explained briefly. To say for the found piece of skin with a tattoo, I just couldn’t turn my tongue. And what's the point?! “Yana thinks
I hung up the call and waved the phone, aiming at the window, but Alyosha, having anticipated my impulse, caught my hand in time with the phone clutched in it.- Scum! - having lost control of myself, I spat out, not resisting the hugs of my brother.I was trembling violently and a lump convulsively approached my throat, which was not destined to break out. His eyes stinged, but they were faithfully incomprehensible to what or to whom they remained dry, which is why they also began to cut.- Why is he alive? I screamed into Alyosha's chest in a strangled voice. - Why?Naturally, no one answered me, but the smell of Grisha's guys, their eyes downcast, was more eloquent than any words.What's the point? What was the point of their smells and of them in general?Bloodhounds! Wolfhounds! The best mercenaries in the city!Why didn't they kill Koppel then?Why couldn't they take the trail now and return my Grisha to me?Why? Why the fuck?Pain and rage raged in me uncontrollably and deeply,
Cigarette smoke floated mystically along the shabby walls of the once luxurious room. The faded green paint everywhere, blotched with bullet holes framed by a web of cracks, seemed liquid and voluminous, and the elongated shadows on the high ceiling seemed about to fall on the only source of light - a dim lamp that stood in the middle of an oblong table with the same amount of time as a lamp, and everything else in an abandoned estate, living out its life alone behind a forest belt.Throwing my cigarette butt on the floor, I stamped it down and moved away from the large window, the window sill of which was littered with glass fragments with traces of both fresh and not very wolf blood.Taking on a homestead guarded by purebred wolves turned out to be easier than I thought. Their boss showed some kind of trust to Alyosha, who called him with an answer to a seemingly long-lost offer, which he personally had never been voiced. The old wolf even believed that Alyosha was doing it behind m