- You don't have to. I won't accept an apology from him either. You really didn't know what he wanted to do to me?
- I'm not gifted to God. He didn't give me the same abilities as you.
I took a swing.
- Konstantin Sergeyevich, let's get to the point. If you want to communicate, let's communicate. But only on my territory. I won't believe your organization anymore. If you've lied once, you know... Thanks for your help. Thank you very much. If you want more material gratitude, decide what it should be. I'll try to give you that. Now, if you'll excuse me. I'm tired, I'm nauseous, and I'd like to take a shower, because the smell of vomit is about to make me sick.
Rokin nodded and got off the couch.
- Sorry, Julia, I wasn't thinking.
- I'm sorry. Okay. Goodbye, Julia.
- I'll call you.
- Have a nice day.
Exactly five minutes after Rokin left, the door rang.
- It's open!
Constantine and Gleb were in a storm.
- Where the hell have you been early this morning?!
- Are you out of your mind?! Get out without security!
I put my hands up.
- Sha, guys. I didn't go out for nothing. Now I know who's been spying, and I can guess who's been digging under us. Now I'm going to take a shower, change my clothes - and we're going to Mieczysław. Ah, shit! You can't swing it in the daytime! To Valentin! We're going to need him at the preparation stage. We'll make some inquiries, and today we'll finish the whole firing squad with the firing embassy.
- What?!
- How?!
- You can go through the fridge for now, no alcohol, everything else is yours. And I'll have a cold buttermilk. My stomach's still spinning. I'm gonna rinse myself and go.
- Julia, at least two words! Who?!
- A horse's tail in a coat. Call the chief, tell him I found a bad radish and we'll stab him!
And I slammed the bathroom door.
We were at Valentin's in an hour. Gleb and Konstantin tried to get at least a piece of information out of me all the way, but I kept quiet as a monument to Lenin.
Valentin opened the door without waiting for the bell to ring. I think he was just sitting on the doorstep.
- Julia, is it true?!
- Yes - I nodded. - Boys, you'll have to wait outside the door. Val, let's go to the bathroom.
- What for?
- And we'll talk to you there. So your enemies won't overhear.
- Julia, where did my enemies come from at home?
- If they found them at Mieczysław's house...
We worked out a plan for about an hour, in the bathroom, with water on and whispering. In the room at that time, the cats were yelling at the March radio and TV. Finally all the details were agreed, and Valentine started calling Leonida.
He arrived, listened to us, criticized, and we scolded for forty minutes more. Then the tiger looked at me with respect and said:
- Even a woman's stupidity turns out to be good for her. I slapped him with my sponge.
* * *
In an hour, we've got a lot of activity going on. Valentin and Leonid organized people to install cameras and recorders in the right places. Then Valentin gave the order, and Slava and Klavka were brought back to "Three Sixes", box number seven.
Alexander was firmly on the Internet, finding out which of the vampires had been in Tula recently. Things have been moving, but not very fast yet.
And we had to go "on the case."
I wanted to do it myself, honestly, but nobody let me.
- What if she decides to kill you right away? - Leonidas was right to point out. - We'll kill her sooner, of course, but we won't get a confession.
I said yes, and Valentine went alone.
We watched him through the camera. On entering the room, Valentin said hello to Slava by hand and carelessly nodded to Slava. Now I could clearly see her resemblance to her brother. A deceased brother. How nice that sounds, huh? And why didn't anyone nail my brother before he dragged that bag of Spanish bones over our heads?
I knew the answer was right.
Bad luck.
If I didn't even win the free lottery anymore chocolate bars...
For about five minutes Valentine bowed down and had the usual small talk. And Lazy and I got all twisted up in front of the monitors. But he finally got to the point.
- Would you mind being asked to stay here for a few days?
- Well, what happened?
- There were two attempts on Julia, our furry man.
The pin went off. Slavka jumped out of his chair.
- How?! What happened to your sister?
Careful, you bastard!
- Julia's alive. The attackers have been taken prisoner. All but one, a certain Diego.
Even I could see how pale Clara was.
- What about him?
It's like Valentine didn't even notice her condition.
- Eaten by werewolves beyond recognition. We put him in the fridge so he's not rotten; then we give Alfonso the meat salad from his assistant.
Clara became white as a chalk wall and literally melted in the chair. Valentine looked at her for three seconds, and then hurried to "calm her down.
- Don't worry, it wouldn't affect the negotiations in any way. You're already officially accepted into our pack, that can't change. Yulia is also alive and well. Except she'll have to move here for a while. We'll move her in three hours. And then the vampires will wake up. If you want, you can come and visit her. They're already preparing a third box for her, one from yours on the same side. That's where she really asked to be placed. There's a painting on the wall by Daniel, her lover... but let's not gossip about the girl behind her back. I think she'll be glad to see you.
Slava threw up, the conversation went away again, but I wasn't listening anymore. I was just watching Clara. She was lying back in the chair, her face was absolutely calm, but her eyes...
Even through the camera, you could see that she was in pain and sick. There's an impact! This Diego is clearly no stranger to her. Oh, not a stranger.
Valentine began to say goodbye, shook Slavka's hand - and only then, when he reached the door, turned around and asked:
- Clara, have you ever met this Diego in Tula?
- No! - she exhaled with such a tone that I understood: the guys were right. If I'd gone there, I wouldn't have had my bones left. That's where she would have torn me apart.
- I guess we'll know the details by tonight. When the vampires wake up, Mecislav will give the orders...
Valentine didn't agree, he said goodbye again and went out. Clara took wooden steps to the bathroom.
We were waiting for a friend without taking our eyes off the screen. But while there was only Slava. He spun around a bit under the locked bathroom door, knocked, got a sharp answer - and offended to watch TV.
Valentin literally flew into the room.
- Well?!
- So far, nothing. But she needs time to recover.
- Curly got to the point, - added with respect Leonid, who has already managed to switch with me to "you", and "Lenka", and "let's not formalities!".
- If I hadn't known that, I never would have thought Clara was lying," Valentine said.
- She's changed all over her face!
- So what? Maybe she's got a stomach cramp! Her smell hasn't changed! Her body temperature, her adrenaline secretion, her sweating... I couldn't smell anything.
- That could mean she has unique abilities," I admired. - I wish I could explore them!
- I'm sorry, Curly, but having these unique abilities means we'll finish her off right after the interview.
- What?! But why?!
I didn't even know what I was protesting against. Against killing Clara as a human being - or killing a unique being, a one-of-a-kind guinea pig...
- Because if she realizes that she's lying and she's gonna set us up big time, she will. She'll take revenge for her lover. Diego.
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- That's not how she's gonna take revenge," I said.
- So we wait.
- Wait for her mother, wait for Valentine's foolish sang.
I looked at my watch. Mechislav will not wake up soon.
* * *
He's dead.
Diego is dead.
Clara was looking at the bathroom tiles, but even if a regiment of soldiers started marching on him, she wouldn't notice anything.
The only, dear, beloved... the best man on earth is dead.
This can't be happening!
I don't believe it!
It shouldn't have happened!
But something inside, some terrible instinct told me it was true. To the last word and look. The terrible truth, thrown by chance, as something empty, not worthy of attention, let alone mentioning. As if every day people die here who were loved and loved more than life and the rest of the world.
DIEGO!!!
And it's all the fault of that Leoveren bitch.
Bitch!
Bitch!!!
Bastard!
I'll kill her! I will kill her!
Diego, so handsome, strong, sensual, is dead.
Finitely dead. He will never exist again. He's torn to pieces by werewolves. Creatures that life itself is meant to serve vampires!
There was a quiet groaning in the bathroom.
Not only death, but humiliation as well. Oh Diego, I will avenge you!
What a horror, what a doom he must have felt, knowing that that was it. His path will come to an end here and now, under the fangs and claws of creatures who were not even worthy of licking his legs. How he laughed at werewolves when they were together.
- You're better than anyone I've ever had. You, like me, love pain and find pleasure in it. And it's beautiful. I'm tired of girls who start whining the first time they hit me with a whip! And you... you can be broken for a long time - and the longer I do it, the sharper your pleasure will be... To hurt you even more?
- Yeah... oh, yeah, one more... one more...
And the hoarse screams announcing the room.
The memory with a knife rinsed through my heart. It'll never happen again. It's never gonna happen again.
Diego is finally dead.
Well, the death of a loved one is worth avenging.
But how?
Well, the answer was simple. Yeah, the master wanted that Leoveren bitch alive. Well. That's too bad, but it won't work. She's the cause of Diego's death. She must die, slowly and brutally. Knowing how life drips away from her, bleeding from her many wounds...
Oh, shit, r-r-r-r-r!
You can't play with her as long as you want!
Vampires will get in the way!
Well. Then one punch is enough. In the heart. Or to the throat. So she can wheeze and choke before she dies like a mutt. She tried to clamp a vein, grab a piece of air, and she knew it was all for nothing.
Let her torture herself for at least five minutes.
And if you leave after the murder... no, retribution... you can't, so be it. But Diego will be avenged. And he can sleep in peace. If there's anything beyond life, they'll meet.
In a few hours, Leoverenskaya will be back at the Three Sixes.
And she'll stop at the third boxing. There, you see, is a painting by Daniel! Gadina! Too bad Daniel's head was ripped off then, not that bitch's!
We have to calm down.
We've got to calm down.
And get some kind of weapon.
You can kill that cunt with your bare hands, but it's gonna take longer. Which means it's more likely to get caught. Besides, someone else's knife or gun will make others suspicious. And that's good.
Clara didn't want to die too soon.
To see Leoverin die, to see Mecislav die, to see his henchmen squirm under the whip and pray for death with their voices torn off...
Only then you can go to your loved one.
But first, a weapon.
Clara looked around.
Slava took a nap on the sofa.
Pathetic fool! How could he think he was interested in her?! That she might have something in common with such a lowlife?!
The woman's lips were crooked. She lied, pretended, cried on his shoulder, trying to seem weak. She did! One of Tula's strongest primus was forced to play the Padi! And all for Ivan Tula to get the territory of Mieczysław, and his ally - this arrogant bitch. How much strength it cost, how much nerve!
But we must be fair: Slava is not such a bad creature. He sincerely loved her and tried to please her. It's not his fault that she doesn't need anyone but Diego.
The pain was rinsing through her heart again.
He's gone. Neither his shining black eyes, nor the thick hair in which she loved to bury her fingers - nothing. And she's gone, too. There's no one. And there's nothing.
Clara was going crazy and didn't even realize it.
The scattered gaze slid down Stanislav.
Well, he did her a good favor. And for that he would die painlessly. But not right away. First, she will deal with this... his sister... And Slava will cover for her. But when she kills the bastard, she'll come back, tell him the truth, the whole truth - and break his neck. Quickly. It's painless. With one strong move.
The red fog wrapped her eyes, and Clara clutched herself in the window sill, trying to hold on, not to rush to find the bastard to tear her with her claws. They're not gonna let her anyway. We'll have to wait a while, get out, find the weapon... we can take it from the master. He's responsible for Diego's death, too! If he hadn't wanted that little viper, Diego wouldn't have gone to that filthy town. And Clara herself, and her brother, who's gone missing! It was the gentleman who sent them here. And he deserves to be punished, too!
I hate it! I hate everybody!
A wail-like moan came out of a woman's throat, but Clara didn't care anymore.
She was looking for revenge.
She was crazy.
* * *
I could hardly wait for Mieczysław to wake up. I really wanted to hurry the vampire, but then I changed my mind. Who knows him? I read that if a guy isn't awakened at the right time, he's ready to chew everyone up. What if it's a bad time to wake up a vampire?
Last time he didn't bite, but then the situation was different.
Fortunately, Mecislav, as a vampire, had a decent power and could wake up before sunset. Which he did. A werewolf volunteer immediately went to him for a bite.
We barely waited for the vampire to shower and drink... almost said "a cup of coffee-fee." We waited 20 whole minutes. And we went to him with the whole codoloy: me, Valka, Lenka... Sashka was still hanging on the sites, communicating with werewolves and checking some information.
Of course, it's impossible to calculate the vampire from the tickets, but there's more. Friends, acquaintances, gossip, rumors - sift, take away the garbage, bake a scone and eat without salt.
Mecislav looked incredibly sensual. You know, like a big cat, who just woke up and now is stretching, yawning, squinting a little swollen eyes and looks like such a sweetheart ...
Only taking such a paw in your hands, you can find that in addition to a few kilos of fur there are eighteen claws and at least a hundred teeth.
But Mieczysława did not want to take it in her hands. He stood in the doors, wearing short black shorts made of something like silk, which were not something to hide... rather emphasized his entire... expressiveness.
It became clear that you were looking at a very mature, adult and, um, solid (in terms of size, not a superior abdomen) man.
And terribly wanted to rub against him with his whole body, hug for a thin waist, tangled with his fingers in a narrow path of black hairs that go under the rubber band of shorts ... I wonder, but below they are as short? Or are they thick and curly, on the contrary? Shall I ask you something?
No, it's not! Pull yourself together, Julia! There's a curiosity that doesn't do any good. But it can get you to bed. But you don't have to go there yourself. Fir
st, you still have to catch a spy today and expose him. Second, Ivan Tulsky arrives. And thirdly, but in
I-I don't-wanna be a line in the vampire-vampire-victory list!
Boom!
At the sight of such a company breaking into his room, the vampire surprisingly raised his eyebrows - and began to look even more charming. Such a surprised and sleepy sensuality.
- To what do I owe the pleasure? Good evening, Fluffy. Won't you enlighten me, what happened to you? You look... met.
- And you'll be there," I used to say. - We figured out the spy.
Mechislav instantly became serious.
- Wait for me in my office. I'll be right there.
- Aren't you inviting me in?
And when will I learn to hold my tongue?
- You, Fluffy, anytime. But this company is too much. Group sex, and with men, not my type. Although if you like it...
- Ugh! Ugh! On you, dickhead!
I spit on the floor, trying to get the vampire on his foot. I missed it. I turned around and went to the office. Werewolves reached out for me.
Mecislav joined us in fifteen minutes. He managed to dress in blue jeans, wiped almost to white, and a white T-shirt with the logo of "Versace" and the head of a jellyfish in the center. The head was painted in gold, and the white color of the shirt beautifully tinted the brownish skin.
- Why, is Versace not dead yet?
- What's the difference, Fluffy? The main thing is that the thing looks good. What did you say about the spy?
Valentin took the floor and told me briefly about everything that's happened to me since this morning. Mechislav listened in silence, without giving away his emotions. Then he took a look at Alexander.
- Well, what do you think?
- It's hard to say something, but four months ago Alfonso da Silva was asked to deal with some problems in Tula. And he sent Diego there. And he was Diego's best friend with Ramirez. On the same flavors.
- Then it's clear! - I even clapped my hands. - Ramirez told Diego everything. The one in Tula picked up this Spanish mop, then somehow they accidentally came across Slavka, thought - and came up with a heroic plan. How familiar is Slava with her? Val?
- He said about two months.
- It all adds up. And in Tula, when did he appear?
- Just six months ago. And three months ago, he went to the dentist by accident. Of our werewolves.
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