- Well, - I answered, picking up the puree from Nikita's chin, which was uttering funny "mind, mind, mind" with pleasure. - Yana indicated the amount? - Gray made such a sour face that I understood without words that she indicated the amount and, in his opinion, clearly overestimated. - Take my travel bag in the dressing room and put the money in it. - Mina Gray became even more sour. - Don't be greedy, Seryozha! I scolded. - Debts must be repaid, and services paid. By the way, do you have everything? I asked. - Do not need anything? Well, there ... - I fell silent and smiled gratefully at Gray, Chechik and Pimple, who at the same time made their already offended mines. - My gold! - I cooed, remembering that the shy ones decently scooped up precious trinkets in Arthur's jewelry store. - Rosa, what do we have with the products? - I switched to other important issues,- It is necessary to bribe, Kirochka, - Rosa answered, examining the contents of a large refrigerator. - And not only pr
The city smoothly went into emergency mode and cracked under my onslaught for three days.Sparing no effort, I personally visited every hole and doorway, every company and bank, every boutique and restaurant, pressing to my fingernail every carrion that had come out in one way or another ... Yes, in fact, to anything, even completely unimportant, so that convey one single thought: now I was the hostess. Everyone. And everything.Here it should be clarified that after the bloody events in the city hall, there were no love melodramas or tragedies with Misha, sexual submissions or violent acts.The young wolf made his bet. And even though it was temporary, and I was just a way to achieve some of his goals, I squeezed it to the fullest, like Yana, who also decided to keep me company in my crusade.In this, too, one should not see something beyond: the city was on the verge of global changes, and many were looking for profit as a guarantee of the future, and it so happened that thanks to t
I looked at Chechik, who was holding a machine gun with an impenetrable look. I took only our guys with me, politely (or maybe not very) refusing both Ibragimov and Yana. Chechik barely perceptibly nodded to me, and I turned to Bogdan.- Lead.Bogdan led me and Alyosha past the barracks to the central building, which we went around and went down to the basement from the end.The ice in his chest throbbed evenly in time with his heart. I was ready for what was waiting for me, because today everything will end. Anyway.One more step and one more and one more...Large enough for a basement, the room, which had no sunlight, was dull and gray, soaked with dampness, rat stench, urine, and blood that had been painted on the floor. On a dirty table under a tiny window lay all sorts of tools whose purpose was not difficult to guess, and under it was a rusty bucket, over which flies were hovering.In the middle of the room, among a scattering of silver bullets and shell casings that had been sh
The smell of freshly cut greens haunted me all morning. Of course, he seemed to me, firstly, because he simply could not penetrate the penthouse, and secondly, it was the beginning of September, and the greenery was no longer so fresh.I yawned, trying in vain to put the earring in my ear. The aroma of pancakes unobtrusively penetrated into the bedroom, subtly mixing with non-existent greens. With such smells, and after an almost sleepless night, I could hardly move at all, and for the upcoming meeting I needed at least some vigor. I already dragged it out with her, preparing one thing or another, but the tummy would soon be visible, and I didn’t want to advertise it just like that.The water in the bathroom calmed down, and I, putting the rebellious earring on the chest of drawers to her pair, looked back at Grisha. Naked, wet and megasexual, he drove all the smells out of the bedroom except his own and knocked all thoughts out of my head.I inhaled the indelible smell of cigarettes,
The estate, located behind the forest belt at the other end of the city, had long been abandoned. The mayor's office repeatedly arranged an auction in order to shake it off the balance of the city, but a buyer, despite the relatively low cost, was never found because of its notoriety, which appeared thanks to some old children's horror story that all residents disappeared without a trace in that estate .Who would have thought that wolves were so superstitious!Grisha and Sery looked at satellite pictures of the estate for a long time, trying to figure out routes or something like that, but judging by their exchange of glances, the place for the meeting was chosen as much as possible in favor of Ibragimov.I only glanced at them, but immediately realized that even in the dark it was impossible to drive up to the estate unnoticed, and it would be very difficult to get out in case of an ambush.Rubbing my sweaty palms, I watched the motorcyclists checking their weapons. They dug out, pr
Like no one else, I knew perfectly well what memory is and how it works, and I knew very well how it happened when memories began to emerge from such depths that the body literally turned inside out, what was remembered was so unpleasant , and as always at the wrong time."You remember me," the old wolf in the wheelchair remarked satisfactorily. His son, putting on trousers and a jacket that hung on a chair, stood behind him.I was in no hurry to answer, sorting through long-forgotten moments from my childhood. Fuck! Well, what a cruel irony that Ibragimov Sr. was the same wolf who visited my mother from time to time when Sasha and I were little.This was already after the death of my father, and I remembered that Ibragimov, then not yet disabled, always brought all sorts of sweets and toys. Some of them, it seems, even I have preserved in the old apartment where we lived then.I also remembered that my mother was always nervous around him, but also looked at him somehow with hope, as
It was stuffy in the car, and I opened the windows to the full. Waves of nausea rolled over me, then rolled back, and I literally gnawed at the filter of a cigarette, holding the steering wheel with one hand.Today I killed. Again. And it wasn't at all like the first time.The murder of Boris quickly sank, because, firstly, he deserved to die, and secondly, by and large, it was not me who killed him, but a bullet. I just pulled the trigger. It was not so with today's wolf.Killing for nothing, I felt the blade go into it, even heard the sound as it pierced the skin, heard the sound of blood, the beating of the heart and his blood that fell on me, smelled of metal and death even now.I knew that I was ahead of Grisha by only a hundredth of a second, that the wolfhound would have killed the old man one way or another, but ... It was terrible.I stretched my hand, which still felt the cold of the knife, and returned it to the steering wheel. Grisha wanted to drive himself, but I didn't l
- Tell me about him.I bit my upper lip and thoughtfully ran the washcloth over Grisha's tattoo. What could I say about my son except that he was the best in the world and in general the whole world?Leaning against the shower stall, I squeezed the washcloth, dropping the foam down.- Nikita... He is very thoughtful and... capricious, - I answered after thinking. - Not capricious, but he just knows exactly what he wants and how to achieve it.I smiled, remembering how Nikita could sometimes expressively look at me with his cosmos. Just like an adult. Just like his father.“He looks a lot like you,” I added, looking into Grisha’s eyes.“I noticed that right away,” he chuckled, grabbing my chest. He grabbed you so well...I slapped him reproachfully on the arm. How could such a touching moment be so vulgarized?- He ate, Grisha! I dryly explained. - These are adult men grabbing, and children eat like that! Clear?“Understood,” Grisha answered immediately and, continuing to paw me, reach