Seryozhe was lucky. The girl of the right age was registered only in one apartment. And he decided to show up in person.
A vase on the site convinced him of the correct guess. It took some time to sit on the stairs, and he noticed the similarity of the girl on the vase with his stranger.
But who put this vase on? And who cares about the flowers in it?
And the driveway looked very... European. No cigarette butts or stumps. The floor was tiled with colored tiles. Painted in a gentle blue tone of walls without "rock painting." Whitewashed ceiling. New shiny mailboxes. Ashtrays on each site. And even pots of flowers on window sills. It's found in high-end homes. But in a regular nine-story apartment building?
It's unreal.
For that to happen, there must be someone in the driveway who is respected and feared by everyone. But it's not the same snot, is it?
Of course not! This just can't be happening!
What if she's somebody's friend or daughter? It wasn't hard to find the Leoverenskys in the city bases either. The Internet is a great power! The guy found there Konstantin Savelievich, judging by the year of birth, who knew Lenin, and Alina Leonidovna. His mother? Looks like it.
But her family is clearly not connected to the crime. And what's so terrible about trying to meet a pretty girl? Nothing!
Especially if she's not only cute, but also well-off. Otherwise, with her talents Serezha did not shine, and after the institute to go to the army or return to his native village of Agrafeno-Potapovo did not drag. It was necessary to gain a foothold in the city. Have a good marriage. Get a good family, which can help in some important matters.
Only before he almost never met such girls. And those who had been caught were busy. Does fate give you another chance?
Seryozha threw away all doubts and went to storm.
The first attempt was not very successful. He almost got ridiculed by that bitch Julie had. But he still got the phone.
And here's the second one...
Seryozha curled as if he had all his teeth hurt.
Well, what is it?!
You come to visit a beautiful girl, she invites you to the house, you understand that the visit of your parents is not expected, you resolutely go on the offensive, she seems to have no objections - and in one moment everything changes. She's starting to turn inside out for some reason.
And you stand there like a fool and you don't know what to do.
Then he got oriented somehow, but the evening was hopelessly ruined.
And Seryozha knew for sure that he wouldn't come back to that girl again. And she wouldn't mind. I'm sure she's uncomfortable too.
And what's the best distraction?
It's easy! And Seryozha went to one of the bars where the students gathered.
It was a matter of technique to meet a pretty girl from the dorm of a craft school. And although it was necessary to fuck in a room with cardboard walls and occasionally yelling to the neighbors, pointing the way, it was still better than nausea at the most inopportune moment.
It was only at the second o'clock in the morning that Sergei got out of the dorm. Of course, the superintendent had already closed the doors, but there were always guys from the fifteenth room who were moonlighting for an alternative exit. And the entrance, too.
For twenty rubles - the entrance, for ten - the exit. The entrance - a small folding staircase, the exit - and so jump out the window, tea, not barinas. And a meter to the ground is not a distance.
So Seryozha was going home, happy and happy.
Till two dark figures grew up ahead.
- Novikov Sergey Mikhailovich? - He specified one.
Seryozha slammed his eyelashes. He wasn't going to answer. The voice was a stranger to him, and he simply did not believe that Santa Claus could meet at night, or at least a good uncle policeman. Life in modern Russia is very good at getting rid of unnecessary gullibility. But the shadows were clearly not going to leave.
- Well?! - ...walked away with the same voice.
- You were wrong, - on the blue eye lied Seryozha.
Hardly anyone is looking for him at night to hand over a million. And in the rest - will do.
- Liar, - said the second.
On Seryozha's shoulder lay a heavy palm. And somehow he felt at once that it is useless to run, to resist and fight.
- Have you been to Julia Evgenievna Leoverenskaya?
And Seryozha realized that he had gotten. Even .
hit
. Only - where?
- Uh... he squeezed something out.
- That's him. We'll take it.
- If she's gonna fuck him, she's gotta come get him.
That was the last thing Seryozha heard.
Heavy blow to the back of the head - and the guy swam into the land of dreams.
Chapter 6
Whoever goes to visit... they break bones.
When I opened my eyes, it was already eleven. In an hour and a half, I'll be picked up by werewolves. And I was in the apartment: showers, breakfast, clothes...
I dialed Rokin's number from memory, and I wasn't wrong. Strangely, this time the owner answered.
- Rokin.
- Konstantin Sergeyevich, this is Yulia Leoverenskaya!
- Yulia? It's good to hear from you...
- Me, too. I'm calling about business. I want your files back. And if I may... tell me, do you have anything else on auras or clairvoyance?
- I'm gonna do some digging in the library.
- Is that okay?
- Not for you. I'll do the digging myself. Can you drive up to the Church of the Intercession at 7:00 tonight?
- Where's that?
- It's on Green Street.
- Oh, it's... I know. I will.
- I'll see you there.
- I'll see you later.
The churches in our town I knew everything. I just didn't care what it was called in my life. What's that for? I didn't even go there to pray, so put a candle in it, that's all.
And it's not that I wasn't a believer. There is a God. That's for sure. Except who told the fools that His name is Buddha, Yahweh or Allah? And especially since he had a son named Christ? Did he personally come out of heaven and announce? He didn't? So what's with the dope? My opinion was unambiguous. There is a God. You have to believe in him, you have to follow useful advice called the commandments.
any
of religion. So there's something useful about them. You don't have to be a bastard. And you have to love this life and this world. Other than that, it's stupid to argue over some book. For a long time all the church hierarchs would agree with each other, make up, agree that God is unknown, otherwise what kind of God is he? We just haven't gotten to the point of understanding him. And to argue who understands him better and who is worse is just idiotic. Everyone understands to the extent of his spiritual development, what is difficult here. Let's make a deal, because there are so many pops, and there's no use...
Is it good that a bunch of "smart guys" break their foreheads in bows day after day, bending their prayers and keeping their posts? No way! And chastity and celibacy... shit! At least they'd give us sperm, because the gene pool is gone! And what kind of gene pool! Drunk, non-smoker, not drugged! Is that what they're worth?! You don't even have to commit adultery for that! And they'll enjoy it, and they'll benefit from it. No, it's a sin... It's a sin to negotiate with foreigners, too, God wouldn't understand! And he understands war better, right?
But by uniting, they could do much good. At least forbid nuclear weapons. And nano research. If we have something, we have to figure out how to make something out of it for our neighbor. They opened the atoms, they got a nuclear bomb. What our political parasites will get when they learn nanotechnology, - it's terrible to imagine ... Come on, again, took me to the wrong place ... soon werewolves will come, we need to put the finishing touches on his face and shoes ...
And there's a problem with the clothes, too. I personally don't care about all cus
toms. You should only go to church with a handkerchief. You can't go to church in pants. Isn't that stupid?!
You'd think God would care about your pants and slippers. That's funny. Yeah, well, for that matter, all these traditions came from the fact that E. Christ was Jewish. And he lived in a warm climate.
That's where you can wear skirts all year round. And handkerchiefs are a necessity. If you don't want to get sunstroke, it's just an obligatory part of the clothes. Have you been to Israel in the summer? Well, go through the forums, check out the websites, there.
very
It's hot. That's where the clothes came in. And if Christ were in our climate, in winter and snow... He would have put on pants himself, with tulip and boots, and ritualized the apostles. He would also forbid women to dress too easily in winter. For the Bible says, "Fruit and breed..." - and how do you do that when everything below the waist is freezing to hell?
I grunted because I didn't want to date the IPF or... At all! I've had to break myself so many times in the last couple of days, at least I couldn't get away with it. It's supposed to be summer. And you can wear a dress. I mean, I've had a lot of amazing clothes like this! So what, you can't use them? This is a dark blue dress, for example. Very simple, short sleeves barely cover the shoulders, a square neckline shows the chest, but within normal limits. A wide belt fastens at the waist, accentuating it even more and making you keep your back straight. And on top of that, the skirt is flared from the waist. It's very modest. At first glance. On the second...
Just in the dress made cutouts in the form of either a snake or a lian - a kind of intertwined lines. They're no thicker than a centimeter. From the left shoulder to the waist, from the waist to the end of the skirt. And they're tightened with some sort of mesh fabric, through which everything shines. They do not open anything of value, but when walking you get a very provocative movement of the skirt, flickering legs from the waist and below, and because of the cut on the shoulder, let him bypass the left breast with a whimsical twist, the bra is not put on, because it will be visible and the whole line will be broken.
Well, that's okay. To hell with it, with the bra. I can't see the dress, I can't do without this sled.
Nowhere does it say you have to wear a bra to church, right?
The dress came with a big scarf made of the same lightweight fabric that tightened the cuts. Okay. If they scramble, I'll put it on my head.
My shoes came in yesterday, too. That's pretty. It's dark blue, with rhinestones. And the same purse. I bet that's Mecislav's work. The vampire thought of everything. But I can't scold him for it. He's right about something. The name of the Prince of the city
can't
to look like a poor relative. The queen doesn't wear flea market jeans. Some company president doesn't buy his underwear on the tray from the Chinese. Nobbles lick.
[5]
. So the position is licking... oh! It does!
I managed to get my face painted exactly five minutes before the doorbell. Valentine was on the doorstep.
- Hello, Yulenok!
- Nibbler! - I woke up, throwing a werewolf around my neck. - Hooray!
- You're strangling, you freak!
The shape-shifter cleverly intercepted me and twisted me in the air so that my legs were pointed at the ceiling for a few seconds.
- Are you ready to go?
- Ask!
[6]
- Affirmative. Shall we go?
- Let's go. Where is everyone?
- They're waiting in the cars," she said from below.
I slammed the door and jumped after the werewolf. There were two cars with a BMW badge at the entrance. It seemed like seven, though I don't know much about them. Valentine bowed gallantly to me, holding the door of one of the cars, and immediately got kicked in the neck. There's nothing to mock the oppressed. The shape-shifter giggled and dived into the backseat behind me.
- Didn't he beat his hand off?
- Next time, I'll kick him. Why wouldn't we fit two cars?
Valentin got serious right away.
- Yulia, this car, Konstantin and Gleb are at your disposal during Ramirez's visit.
- What for?!
- The chiefs have ordered it. And the bosses' orders what?
- They go down into the sewers, - I answered frowningly. Okay, you can't argue with Valentine, he's in the victims, you have to argue with a vampire tonight.
- That's what you'll tell Mieczysław," said the werewolf. - He is waiting for you tonight at nine o'clock in his club.
- Did he say anything else?
- No. Only about security.
- It wasn't sad yet! You guys, I'm sorry for imposing on you...
The first to respond was a larger and blonde - it seems Konstantin.
- Yulia, don't worry about us. Personally, I will protect you not for fear, but for conscience.
- What?
- I am the father of Nastia's children.
- How's she doing? - I asked her right away.
- She's at home. Chewing cabbage and saying she won't stick her nose out for another week.
- Tell her to come to me later. We need to see how my... what I did dissipates, okay?
- I'll bring her in myself.
- It's a deal.
- And I wasn't even with the former leader of life," said the brunette who was sitting behind the wheel. - So I'd be happy to help you, too. You're not mad, okay?
- Okay, okay. It's not your fault... It's also... You two are gonna guard me?
- Yes, I am.
I tried to make it as clear as possible:
- Guys, if anything, you're gonna have to take the first punch. So if something goes wrong from your point of view or you want to change something, you say it, okay? And I'll try to listen to you.
- It's a deal," nodded Konstantin. - Where else are you going today?
- To my grandfather's. I'm going to see my grandfather. And tonight - to the Church of the Intercession.
- And why there?
- The IPF has invited. We have to.
- And you'll go? You're crazy! - Valentin is outraged.
- A skinny world is better than a fight," I sighed. - I understand everything, but you can't fight on two fronts. And we must try to find out if they did it with the shooting.
- Not theirs," said Valentine confidently.
- Why not?
- There were clearly vampires there.
- Vampires?
- The attackers left no trace. They were obviously levitating. And werewolves can't do that.
- Well, that's not a good idea. You're telling me a group of vampires came to us clandestinely, dug up and wasted?
- That's exactly what I'm saying. And what surprises you?
- They're actually vampires, not hamsters. They need to eat, hide... again, guns... They don't grow in the garden either. Can we trace it back to the bullets?
- We put the bullets in the police for forensics. But we don't know anything.
Well, yeah. I'd definitely use an unlit weapon. And vampires aren't dumber than me. The IPF is quickly learning to think about their own safety.
- And everything else is solvable, too. I mean, you were sheltered when you were running from Andre...
I nodded. Yeah, well, it's solvable. And it's sad. We obviously have traitors. And there's also...
I nodded my thoughts. I'll have to sit down and talk to my grandfather about what I found out. I'm gonna take Valentine and have a threesome. Brainstorm. That's what I told Valentina.
- It's a deal," the werewolf agreed immediately. - Let's send your brother home and sit and talk...
- Uh, no. We'll sit and talk, and he'll sit and wait.
- Why would he do that?
- First of all, Grandpa's gonna be mad after talking to his brother, and talking to him on business is pointless. Secondly, my brother needs a good scare. Grandfather will start, I'll finish.
- Can you handle it?
- I scared his Pin.
>
- Fall... - Gleb stretched it out.
And so squeamish was his words... Like a dog, but in French it won't bark. It's only doggy. Or maybe they didn't teach too much? It hasn't been a year since we got rid of Duchka. Less than a year of new orders in a pack of wolves. And not everybody's used to the fact that a paddy isn't a punching doll. Well, that's okay. We'll teach you more.
Cars stopped at the Leotrans building, Grandpa's transportation company, that's all. Saying hello on watch and going to Grandfather's was a matter of minutes. For now, only Valentin and me; Slava and the guards stayed in the car.
Grandfather sat at the table, straight as if he had swallowed a sword. When I came in, he raised his head slightly, and without finding Slava's look, he looked at me in surprise.
- And where...
this is .
?
And his tone was so squeamish... I think the brother was simply denied the right to be considered human. That's right, though. Don't feel sorry for the traitors, it'll get worse later.
–
This is .
while he waits in the car. Hello, Konstantin Savelievich, - Valentin smiled.
- Hello. It's been a long time. How are you?
- Bad, - I intervened. - Grandfather, let me tell you everything in order, and we'll think together how best to turn around.
- Mm-hmm. And who had to die for you to come to me for help?
Grandfather was obviously laughing, but I answered in earnest.
- Three vampires from a rival firm.
Grandfather immediately became serious.
- Now give me the details.
I nodded and started retelling everything that had happened since Slava's arrival. I only missed Mieczysław's demand for the Seal, the manifestation of my...
strengths
and trying to have sex with a certain Seryozha. The first two things had no effect on what was happening, and for Seryozha my grandfather will rip my head off and not think. Can't you explain to him that a vampire had such an effect on me? With my grandfather, such excuses will not pass. It'll be in my ears.
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