Oh, no. If a man stands out his simplicity so sharply, he's probably a lot smarter than he shows.
Dosya... what can I say? We didn't like each other at once. She looked at me like a cockroach, I looked at her like a flea - and mutual misunderstanding was reached. The superstar turned out to be a tall (head taller than me) blonde from "extremely dangerous" - that is, painted with perhydrol. As my personal experience has said, the more perhydrol blonde, the bitchier she is. And Dosya lived up to my expectations. Mechislav politely shook hands with the producer and invited him to the table, and nodded to us on the sofa.
- Kirill Petrovich, it's a pleasure. Donya, you are as always charming. This is my friend, Yulia Yevgenyevna. I suppose the girls have a lot to talk about for now. And we will talk about the case.
The producer obviously didn't like it - the yellow lights of a pleasant shade of "child's surprise" burst into the aura, but there was no roof. Apparently, he is used to the fact that people who deal with him, willingly take advantage of the opportunity, and he with the help of Dosi receives certain benefits.
Not this time. Seducing a vampire like that was just unrealistic. In his seven hundred years, he's seen better.
Dosey and I went to the couch and sat down. I was comfortable, dropping my sneakers and pulling my legs under me. It was like she was posing for a fashion magazine. The conversation didn't work out from the first minute.
- What an interesting shirt you have...
It was pronounced so that I immediately remembered her price. Three hundred rubles. And I looked at Dosin's suit. Yes. Very good. Although I've been better imposed by Mečislav. But it's beautiful. Red is a rich color, a narrow jacket. Under which I think there is nothing, because in the deep, opening even a hollow on the chest neckline is not visible and underwear. The skirt is also narrow and very short. From the breed of "belt not very wide". Several gold chains with a cross and images, a gold bracelet with pseudo-Christian medallions, a pile of rings and earrings...
- You're pretty well dressed, too. Although the gold might be smaller. You remind me of the jewelry show.
- Nonsense, - The touch touched the chains with her fingers. - I never part with them. These are consecrated medallions. This one I bought at the Tikhvin Monastery. This one - in Vladimirskaya
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She listed a couple of other monasteries, causing me to load up sharply. The IPF remembered. I wish she had. With her love for God. It's funny that the oldest believers come from repentant sinners. Or not yet repentant.
- Then you'll like it in our town. We, literally ten kilometers from the city, have a holy spring - Shadrinsky. Go for a swim, go for a swim...
- I'll be too busy! These concerts take up so much energy...
I admired it in my mind and tried to memorize the tone. That's how a barbie should complain about life. But I couldn't help it.
- Aren't you singing to plywood?
- You, my dear, have absolutely no knowledge of show business, - arrogantly imprinted me Dosya.
I shrugged my shoulders. I shouldn't have done that. I didn't want to fight. I didn't want to talk either. Maybe we can narrow it down to small talk. How's the weather? It's fine. And how's nature? Even better...
- It's hard to argue. I prefer science.
For the truth, I got the look that people look at the hopelessly sick. "Science"? Fi... it makes wrinkles appear... and who needs wrinkles, anyway? …»
- Which one?
- Biology.
- Then what are you doing here? Sit in the lab and study your worms. Or whoever it is...
But you don't have to drive through my work...
- The simplest. And also worms and nits. It's a field of work, so many samples...
- Are you wearing it?
Dosya threw away all politeness.
- No. Usually they come to us on business.
- Sweetie! - a blonde jumping off the couch and throwing herself at the producer. - That girl insulted me! She called me wormy! And nasty!
I slammed my eyes on it. I guess I was just going to... But Mecislav wasn't confused.
- Yulia, how ashamed you are of torturing people with your biology. Donya, I suppose Julia just wanted to tell you about her studies. I mean, she's a biologist.
- Yes, I nodded. - I'd rather make money with my brain than with my sexual organs.
- Of course, that doesn't apply to the people here," the vampire inserted. - Julia, take Dosa to Vadim, ask him to show her the venue.
Mechislav came out of the table, slightly embraced me, and defiantly, under Dosi's dissatisfied look, smacked on the cheek.
- If you do, come back, the whisper was so quiet that only I heard it.
- You'll have to.
- I'll give it back to you.
- I don't take corpses and corpses, it hurts me to be a power.
Mieczyslaw laughed as if I had whispered something very personal to him - and I got goosebumps on my back. Yeah. Something they run around a lot. It's time to hold competitions and assign numbers!
- Yes, dear, I answered loudly and aloudly. And I bumped Dosa's hand into a nerve knot. Yeah, I'm smart. I've been trained for a reason.
But Dosya will be quiet for a few minutes now. It hurts so much that he can take his breath away.
And in those two minutes, I managed to give the producer a charming smile.
- Girls to the left, boys to the contract.
And drag Dosa out the door. Vadim showed up right outside the door. Steps three from the office.
Eavesdropping, you bastard?!
Well, get punished. Kara Dozei. With special cynicism. I turned around so that Dosya would lose her balance in her heels and push her a little. A singer with a squashed wheeze flew right into Vadim's hands. The vampire cleverly picked her up and looked at me.
- Julia?
- You take a girl's hand and you show the club. Ferstein?
- Nichte freshein.
- What about the teeth, so he can stalk it?
- Don't, Mein Gruppenführer.
- Well, then...
- Yavol...
Moose slammed her eyelashes.
- What... how...
But before she posed any questions or complaints, I rushed down the hall.
- Mecislav can find me at the bar.
No, it's not. No coming back. It's his business to know.
Vadim seems to have accepted his fate because I heard his voice behind my back with a kindness of vampire charm:
- Tell me if you're the Shining and Shining Doctor! The most famous and charming singer of our time?!
I had to speed it up to keep my sugar ears from sticking together. But now Dosya will be just a sweetheart. By the end of the show of the club that she has instead of brains (I suspect - a calculator for the euro) will be completely washed with vampire charm, and any resentment - including on me, will be forgotten as a dream. Well, that's fine.
The wolves are gonna die.
I plunged into a high chair in a bar and asked a werewolf friend to mix cocktails at the counter:
- Pour me some poor juice, will you?
* * *
Mecislav found me at the counter after an hour and a half. He smiled and looked very happy.
- You're growing up, curly. I didn't order the guys to study with you for nothing.
- Valentin thinks that my skills are more like... implanted, with Body Seal - from you to me - I've strained the acid. - That's how it's quick and absorbable.
- But how good!
- To get a lousy vampire's tooth out of it," I twisted the saying.
- Curly, what are you gonna do with my tooth? Will you put it in gold and wear it on your chest? Under these conditions, I'll give it to you myself... - Mecislav showed the whole gift set in his smile.
I made a face.
- In your dreams. I'll give it to the lab for testing. You've got to find out where that fortress and whiteness came from! I'll study the composition of pulp, dentin, e
namel... I'll write a paper, defend my thesis, bankrupt all toothpaste producers...
- And you'll be terribly disappointed. My teeth are so natural.
Still, in the meantime, the vampire has learned to understand humor. At least some progress.
- Dosya's gone?
- With the producer.
- What's so bad?
- What do you mean? - Mechislav was genuinely surprised.
- Well, you could have used her... attention. She'd be glad to.
- Are you jealous, Fluffy?
The sniffing was particularly expressive.
- Me? You? Oh, Mom... jealous?!
The mocking joke was a success, too. Especially since it was absolutely natural. Jealous of this walking symbol of ecstasy?! Yeah, go jealous of Kolya Baskov's fans. The result will be the same. In the sense that you'll rewind your nerves, you won't get the result, and the object - at least henna. By the way, why henna? I know what henna is. Do you mean to pour henna on your tail at least? It's complicated, isn't it?
Mieczysław has become sad.
- You're always telling me nasty things...
- It's not from great joy," I sighed as I finished my juice. So I decided to translate the subject. - Still, why not? It's beautiful. It's fashionable. And I'm ready for anything. Take it and use it.
Mechislav also decided not to go deep into our relationship. Otherwise, it'll start for the 50th time...
- Yulia, I'm actually squeamish.
- I wouldn't have thought...
- All my mistresses,
all of them,
- emphasized in his voice a vampire - which I chose, not whores. And Dosya was just like that.
- We are what society makes us.
- If a woman is born a prostitute, no one can change her," cut off the vampire. - Just like a man. I will not judge them, if necessary, they are very convenient to use, but I do not want to do it myself. Women like her are worse than the plague.
- And they ask me why I don't like vampires. You're just hypocrites," I cried out.
- Not at all. I can sympathize with Marmeladova's Sleepyhead.
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In some circumstances, a person can go for anything. At least take the Great Motherland your grandfather fought on. I can assure you, spies were not disgusted by any means. Right up until prostitution. And I can't convict them. But when a man or woman decides to become a corrupt creature...
- Why the beast!
- Because they don't belong to the human race anymore. They would do anything for glory, money, power... just for their momentary whim. They're creatures of prey. And there's no way to feel sorry for them.
- What if a person had no idea what they were getting into?
- Even Dosi had a choice - to stay to be like this - or to leave, to marry a good guy and live a life, even if without fame, but in joy and love. Yulia, it's nonsense to be happy only in a palace. Happiness is not in gold, but in your heart.
I was surprised to see a vampire.
- Did you reread the Bible? Such words...
- Don't be ridiculous. It's true, isn't it?
- Just to hear it from you...
- Am I not human?
- You're a vampire.
* * *
I'm waiting.
For hundreds of years, I've been waiting.
Goddamn people. Hateful... vermin...
I've been pissed off before. They would never beat me one-on-one. Only by trickery. And meanness.
I've been deprived of my body. I've been pissed in a cage. And for several hundred years, they kept me in a pissing cage. But then Christopher came to this pussyhole. The sanctuary was destroyed. I traded in the pssssalter. I was hoping. But it wasn't a pississ. My prison was caught in the paws of disgusting monks. And one of them pissed me off. He figured out who I was and where I came from. He said I was pissing myself off. I was too pissed off. I scared him, and I couldn't get my piss under control. I was too excited about the pissing that I could do. I was too quick.
And that church vermin put his sssalons on me, too.
I was sissing when he was killed. I felt him die. But it didn't help me. I'm still pissed in stone. And my entanglements were barely loosened.
It takes a victim to dissolve them.
It's a classic victim.
But while I'm waiting for the liberator.
I'm not gonna make any stupid mistakes this time.
Chapter 3.
How construction begins.
September 1
I didn't sleep at night. It was easier to wait until morning rather than fall asleep for a few hours and jump in screaming from another nightmare. Or an old one that's already bored. It doesn't matter. What's important is that Mechislav didn't let me go until 4:00 in the morning. And at seven, it was time to get ready. Shower, breakfast, toilet... I mean, what to wear to the institute. And what are you going to wear here? We're not at school. That's why we're wearing jeans and a shirt. There's a jeans windbreaker on top. Shoes on your feet. There's a notebook in the bag. Does anybody have to pee at all to check their pens? And shove in the necessary minimum. I mean, a couple of sandwiches. I have three pairs on schedule today. I'm hungry. There's no decent diner near the institute. And it's suicide to buy pies off the trays. I have a strong suspicion that they fry them in machine oil. I'm not talking about the stuffing. Who knows if she barked yesterday, meowed - or walked around with an inspector's license of the regional power station...
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and asked too many questions? And eat lunch at the institute cafeteria?!
Gods, save me sooner. Or kill me or something! It'll be quicker.
The institute dining room is creepy. The assortment there - the same cakes as the hawkers, a couple of varieties of cakes, and a standard "set of young chemist". Chips, seeds, pickled nuts, instant noodles and potatoes. Why a chemist? Oh, it's just reagents anyway. You don't think they put something natural in there, do you? Unless it's soy. The drinks are soda. Well, at least they put a coffee machine in the lobby. Cause it used to be disgusting to drink coffee in the dining room. They switched to plastic glasses everywhere. But that's not who we are, is it? That's why we drink out of glass. And the germ, the creature is still tender and dies of dirt.
In a word, you can't have lunch in our dining room. You're gonna be hungry. And also to go to this discovery... Fuck it! Well, here's the first of September, as it is!
The first of September. Beautiful day. What is he like?
The schoolchildren have a celebration of marasma. First, a ruler on which the principal, dangerously swinging on the crackling tribune, talked about the greatness of education. At this time you stand and dream that he either collapses or something falls on top of him. At least the bird has shit on it. To revive the stop. Then everything depends on his moral sadism. For normal directors, this day is limited to issuing a schedule and a strict "don't be late tomorrow." Special bastards have three to eight more lessons so they don't get bored.
But it's for schoolchildren.
Students are a little different. You fly in, you watch the dean's schedule at the last minute, and you go to study. Which I did.
Flew into the office ten minutes before the first couple started, and plunged behind the desk next to her girlfriend. Now we have genetics.
- Hi," whispered Inka.
Inca and I have been friends since we arrived. And I have to say that this is... a kind of friendship. It's easy for me to study. I mean, Inca can barely keep up with me. It's not the laziness. It's just easier for someone to study and harder for someone to study. Inca isn't given science, but she gnaws at her with so much excitement that her teacher's hand takes the "chorus" out of the test by itself. It's easy for me to study. That's why Inca uses me for tests and coursework, and I use her when I miss lectures and then have to write them off with someone.
While I was sick, Inka had a hard time. Yes, by the third year, everyone is already in pairs, triples and fives, all the companies are already play
ed and it is almost impossible to find a place for an outsider.
But then I got out of the hospital, started making up for my misses seriously, and my friend sighed with relief. There's someone to blame for the free art.
In our spare time, we communicate very rarely. Especially in summer, when Inka is away for the whole season with her aunt in the Crimea. It's harder now, though. Now we're Reedna Ukraine and fucking katsapi! Oh, man, that was supposed to be so fucked up! Eh, take all our politicians, tie them in one big knot with oligarchs, pour lead and sink them in a deep place. Better off the coast of England, so the fish are dead, not us. We'd like to unite ourselves. I mean Russia, Ukraine, Belorussia. And what - God loves trinity! Let's get the great power back. The Americans have enough condracies, the British are so fucking nuts that they don't get into the water from the island, and the Chinese will think three times before they come to us. And as president, general secretary or even czar, invite Lukashenko. If our media scold him without a break for sleep and food, it means he's a decent man. And he steals only from profit, not all the time, like our authorities.
- Hey, I answered. - Who's our genetics teacher?
- Livnevsky.
A groan of horror came out of my chest.
Livnevsky was a multifaceted man, but all facets of his character could be described in one word: Bastard. To give him a credit was like climbing the Pamirs ... Excellent - and they passed once since the fifteenth. They took the exam for two years each. The dean's office was already used to it. They weren't even fighting. They didn't even fight with us. Livnevsky loved to talk about himself: "I am the only truly incorruptible teacher in this corrupt institute! " How did the teachers like it? No way! Vipers sizzling. But there's no way to get rid of this disease either. Or even influence it. Livnevsky was married to his own sister, the deputy director of our university. I must say, it was an unusually harmonious couple. She is a small, crooked-legged dachshund, with a figure of Sovdepov's nightstand (2.0x2.0 at 1.5 m height) and a face like an unbaked pancake. The hairstyle is a mad permanent of pale-perhydro-yellow color. Clothing - covers for the tank.
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