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
The way back to the complex flew by unnoticed. Gray rode the motorcycle easily and expertly, but he was driving. Grisha, on the other hand, knew how to fly, and, clinging to another man, I recalled how my man and I flew from the southern cottage to the city, and how scared I was then that we would crash along the way. Now I would give a lot for this fear in exchange for others.Because of the bastard Koppel, there was no peace for anyone, and despite the late hour, Rosa, Marta and Evelina wandered sleepily around the penthouse. I did not pay much attention to them and, having checked my son, went to my room. The day was busy and was about to end, but ahead of me was not sleep and rest, but work. A lot of work.I hoped that I managed to slip through and Koppel's mercenaries again did not see anything suspicious in the motorcyclists leaving the complex. They could have followed us to the manor, but my guys all, as one, claimed that there were no tails.I just had to believe them, but on
I put on makeup quickly and even managed to style my naughty dry hair in record time, but with the outfit I was frankly stupid and with a detached look sorted out the trempels again and again.Silly, perhaps, but I missed my old wardrobe: exquisite blouses of noble colors, strict classic skirts of perfect length just below the knee, a collection of shoes with elegant thin straps that Angelov gave me in abundance along with sets of sexy underwear for our pleasures .Evelina, in general, didn’t pick everything up badly and I was more or less used to the frankness of the dresses, but after my mistake at the estate, I wanted to, sorry for the teenage slang, cover myself and in no case follow Alyosha’s advice about shaking some parts of the body .No, the female body, and the male body too, has been a bargaining chip for centuries, and if necessary, I could not only shake my boobs, but it was hardly the case with the head of security. In our first meeting, he was reserved and cold, and, de
If you could only land one hit, where would you hit?Right. At the most painful.For the criminal side of the city, drugs were such a place. Their turnover even exceeded the sale of weapons, for which demand never fell at all.They were everywhere: in beauty salons, insurance and law firms, shopping and entertainment centers, restaurants and bars, newspaper and cigarette kiosks, gas stations, even flower and pet stores, not to mention universities and schools.This variation was explained by the fact that drug addicts were the largest group among the population, and their orderly ranks included not only junkies from the slums who did not see anything better than the dreams that drugs gave them, but also ladies and gentlemen from much more prosperous areas. and families.What reasons the latter had for escaping reality, decide for yourself, but with a probability of 99%, a drug addict of varying degrees of dependence and depravity could be found anywhere in the city, and their eyes and
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,
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 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
- 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
I brushed my teeth and washed off the polish from my nails, and under a hot shower I thoroughly washed off everything that was left from the night. While the towel was absorbing water from my hair, I applied fresh makeup, focusing on the eyes in the form of arrows, and simply summed up the lips with a brown pencil. They themselves were dark for me, and the brown outline stood out moderately against the background of bright eyes.After brushing and blow-drying my hair, I painted my fingernails and toenails and, while they were drying, carefully walked along the clothes rack so as not to catch them.How many bright colors... How many different prints... How many unforgettable images you can create, as if becoming someone else...Without thinking twice, I opted for the same wild orange dress that I was going to wear last night. Ribbed and sleeveless, slip style, it surprisingly turned out to be of adequate length and with a high neckline under the collarbones.The catch was that it was s
- And who is so small here and does not sleep so late? BUT?I picked up the disheveled Nikita from the arms of my beautiful Rosa, who met us at the elevator, who now, like Evelina, and even Martha, lived exclusively in the mode of the main man of my life, to whom even the night was not an obstacle to fun, especially when he had a toy pistol in his hands .Purely out of interest: where did the nannies dig him up? Alyosha hid it badly!- How did everything go? - asked the old she-wolf, suspiciously apprehending my regular unusual outfit and surprisingly good mood.- Everything went perfectly! - circling Nikita, pleased with my attention, I answered. Gray and Alyosha slowly dragged sacks of money out of the elevator. - Now we can buy something pretty and tasty! I added. - And also useful! - I stopped and thoughtfully looked at Gray. - Serezha... And what is the coolest weapon?- Not cool, but icy, - Gray corrected me with a chuckle.- ShAK-12 (automatic assault complex - author's note),
If you could only land one hit, where would you hit?Right. At the most painful.For the criminal side of the city, drugs were such a place. Their turnover even exceeded the sale of weapons, for which demand never fell at all.They were everywhere: in beauty salons, insurance and law firms, shopping and entertainment centers, restaurants and bars, newspaper and cigarette kiosks, gas stations, even flower and pet stores, not to mention universities and schools.This variation was explained by the fact that drug addicts were the largest group among the population, and their orderly ranks included not only junkies from the slums who did not see anything better than the dreams that drugs gave them, but also ladies and gentlemen from much more prosperous areas. and families.What reasons the latter had for escaping reality, decide for yourself, but with a probability of 99%, a drug addict of varying degrees of dependence and depravity could be found anywhere in the city, and their eyes and
I put on makeup quickly and even managed to style my naughty dry hair in record time, but with the outfit I was frankly stupid and with a detached look sorted out the trempels again and again.Silly, perhaps, but I missed my old wardrobe: exquisite blouses of noble colors, strict classic skirts of perfect length just below the knee, a collection of shoes with elegant thin straps that Angelov gave me in abundance along with sets of sexy underwear for our pleasures .Evelina, in general, didn’t pick everything up badly and I was more or less used to the frankness of the dresses, but after my mistake at the estate, I wanted to, sorry for the teenage slang, cover myself and in no case follow Alyosha’s advice about shaking some parts of the body .No, the female body, and the male body too, has been a bargaining chip for centuries, and if necessary, I could not only shake my boobs, but it was hardly the case with the head of security. In our first meeting, he was reserved and cold, and, de
The way back to the complex flew by unnoticed. Gray rode the motorcycle easily and expertly, but he was driving. Grisha, on the other hand, knew how to fly, and, clinging to another man, I recalled how my man and I flew from the southern cottage to the city, and how scared I was then that we would crash along the way. Now I would give a lot for this fear in exchange for others.Because of the bastard Koppel, there was no peace for anyone, and despite the late hour, Rosa, Marta and Evelina wandered sleepily around the penthouse. I did not pay much attention to them and, having checked my son, went to my room. The day was busy and was about to end, but ahead of me was not sleep and rest, but work. A lot of work.I hoped that I managed to slip through and Koppel's mercenaries again did not see anything suspicious in the motorcyclists leaving the complex. They could have followed us to the manor, but my guys all, as one, claimed that there were no tails.I just had to believe them, but on