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2022-10-06 19:34:39How 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.
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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
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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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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
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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
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“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
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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
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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 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 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 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 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 49
Rosa served me lunch in the dining room, honoring a vase of strawberries with the most honorable place on the table. I placed my laptop out of sight and jabbed blindly at my plate with my fork, trying to focus on the news that was all about starting a recycling plant and opening jobs. Somewhere I even came across an interview with the deputy mayor, but I did not read through it. Everything was clear there anyway: it was worth taking something important from people, and from wolves, and half-breeds too, and then returning it, and they, consider, were in your pocket, overflowing with gratitude.It warmed me strangely that I now had power in my hands, and that with its help I had done a good deed by providing jobs, but I also could not help but notice that with such a gesture I exposed myself even more. Gratitude is gratitude, but even the simple inhabitants of the city's slums couldn't help but wonder who was now at the helm, not to mention the mayor and all his many hangers-on."What i
LAWS OF THE WOLF 48
Astakhov left, leaving behind acrid smoke and a taste of bitterness in his mouth. Night fell imperceptibly, and the rain fell, ruthlessly filling the dimly lit room with the thoughts I had promised her when I returned here. And all of them, of course, were about Nikita.At some point, they became unbearable, like the smell of cigarettes left by the wolfhound, and I opened the balcony wide open, turned off the light in the hope of falling asleep, but it only got worse: the dream did not go at all, and every rustle from the street seemed to revive not only my thoughts about my son, but memories of those days that I spent at the residence with Boris, and indeed memories of my whole life.I saw faces, heard voices, smelled and touched, heard shots and moans, sweaty palms, and in them I alternately felt the weight of a gun.Closer to dawn, this torture began to come to an end, but there was another on the way, and the brighter it became, the more clearly I saw Boris. He stood by my bed and
LAWS OF THE WOLF 47
To say that Rosa's words left me with an unpleasant aftertaste was an understatement. It was one thing to admit that I had made a mistake by returning to the city, and quite another to hear confirmation of this. I would have bitten my elbow, but it was already too late to bite even two.I had no reason not to believe her, but on the other hand, I just wanted to shout out "What the hell?!"As children, my brother and I often heard in our slums fairy tales about the great Valery Stanislavsky, which mother tearfully fed, telling in the evenings about how gentle father was, and how he would love us, and how he would take care of us, and other shit , unfamiliar with loneliness, fear and longing.Now, many years later, I was sitting in his house, but already in the chair of a wolf who organized his murder and took the place of the owner of the city, who ordered me to be beaten, raped and killed, and then fucked me in the same house, sang praises, gave jewelry , who made me his wife, and who
LAWS OF THE WOLF 46
I closed the door behind him and, returning to the table, drank the bourbon in one gulp.It was difficult to put aside thoughts about my son, but I managed to focus on a conversation with a lawyer. Whether he realized that I was cut off from Boris's affairs or not was unimportant, as well as what he thought of me. Maybe it was even better that he took me for a fool, because something serious was usually not expected from fools.The main thing now was that he confirmed one of my worst guesses: six months ago, someone made sure that my signature miraculously appeared in the inheritance documents, and this same someone left some orders on my behalf to keep the business afloat.Question: who and for what purpose?Was it the one who sent a guest to my house? Maybe it was made to smoke me out? Forced to return to the city?It is unlikely that this was Boris's brother. If he looked at least a little like him, my signature would not be anywhere, but he clearly claimed something, since he inte
