And don't hope my ancestors didn't suffer from zoophilia, that's why they didn't cross with yours!
I jumped to the table and pulled out a ticket. Yay! I'm writing it verbatim:
Ticket number 13.
1. First aid for burns.
2. Rescue on water - techniques, methods, means.
3. Demonstrate the ability to properly put on a gas mask.
How does it feel? Especially the third question. Behind the top is illiteracy.
I took out a sheet and a pen from my purse, sat down at the desk and got ready to answer. Actually, I knew all that. These are exactly the sections I learned without any internal resistance. Now I'm gonna outline a brief plan and go answer it.
Oh, wow...
I'd rather sit on the other desk. In this office, the desks are narrow, only about 30 centimeters. And my legs are longer. And now my knees were sticking out from under the table in all their glory, and Yorick had greedy eyes on them. I wanted to say, "Turn around, asshole, all my tights are full of fat." You can't do that.
Here, let it be marked first on the score, on the sheet, and on practice. And then I'll put a gas mask on his eye, and on his... ass!
And Tanya, you bastard! Couldn't pick a more authentic skirt! Otherwise, all things - to the knee at most. And you can take something as an extended swimsuit with a knob.
Tokarevich was the first to break the silence.
- So, Yulechka, what can you tell me about...
- A lot of useful and good things," I immediately responded. - May I have no preparation?
- You, Yulechka, can have anything. Absolutely everything you want - sang Yurik, blowing my knees with a passionate look.
- All of it? - I specified.
- Absolutely," whispered Yurik intimately. - And what do you want?
I smirked nastily and moved his test sheet.
- Give me an "excellent" grade. Cause I'm still busy today.
Yurik had a big smile. It looked like a pancake split into two unequal parts. It smelled like brushed teeth and garlic. At least the dirol would have chewed it, you bastard! It's throwing up now...
- What kind of business can such a charming woman have at night? What do you mean, girls?
- At least - grandmothers, the main thing, put the assessment - I have not suffered. And bitterly thought that the communication with vampires and werewolves pretty much upset my aging. It's no surprise. The only time these toothpicks understand a good word is after they've been horned. That's why there's no point in talking them into it. It's better to show your teeth right away, and then you'll be obeyed by the strong. - Personal life is for both, as far as one person is concerned. And not everyone else around you.
- And how... personal your life is," whispered Yurik, covering my hand with a thick palm and wiener fingers.
I'm stuck. The worried scoundrel must have taken it as a shiver of passion, and doubled the onslaught.
- I wouldn't mind being part of it...
I presented a lyrical picture - I show Mecislav this... Tokarevic and say: "Dear, this is my personal life! ».
I wanted to do it for a moment and then admire the face of a vampire. Why? What if his condominium is enough? From knowing who he was preferred?
The plan was smashed to shreds by the sausage fingers of the ex-foreman on my palm. I'm afraid one attempt at kissing with that will make me sick. And it is unclear who will laugh at who. I pulled out my hand with a sharp move.
- I'm sorry. But my personal life is too busy to tighten the schedule.
There are bad lights in Tokarevich's eyes.
- Think about it, Yulechka. I don't propose like this to everyone... and you're a smart girl from a good family...
You're talking about my family too, you little fucker!?
- That's right. And nobody's gonna let me spoil the family genetics," I snapped.
Tokarevich got up from the table, went around it and put his heavy palms on my shoulders.
- Put it away," I demanded. - Will you wash my jacket later?!
Instead of disappearing, the fingers slowly squeezed. The sight of thick pink branches on the green cloth suddenly awakened a woman with animal eyes in my soul who had fallen asleep. And I almost physically felt her move, looked attentively with my eyes at the insolent hama, who decided that everything is allowed him ... and then mischievously smiled.
- Look at this...
A whisper in my soul swept the wind, fanning the fire of rage - and ability. And I saw it.
Auru Tokarevich. It's unpleasant. Frankly unpleasant. So... yellowish-grayish-greenish-brownish. But this time I saw it a little differently. Just like Peter taught me. There's a tangled ball of thread under a mixture of flowers. And - where they lead.
A ball of gray yellow threads to the stomach and intestines, brown to the brain, a bright scarlet thread to the groin...
A woman with animal eyes mockingly grumbled. And then my hand suddenly made a short gesture. Blago Tokarevich stood right next to me. And he walked like an awkward swing of his hand.
But I knew I pulled exactly what I needed.
- B-l-u-r-p..." said the teacher's stomach.
I smiled maliciously.
The pink sausages disappeared from their shoulders at record speed. Tokarevich rushed out the door as if a grenade was about to explode in a minute. It was no surprise.
Don't go near the witch, she's not too kind...
Yeah, three hundred years ago, in Europe, I'd have been burned like a witch. For what?
Let's do it. Like sending spoilage. That's how it is. Why did the Tokarevich fly out at such a speed?
Because I pulled the strings to his stomach and intestines tight. In my humble opinion, he's very much in need of a bathroom right now. Well, very much. And it's not like he's gonna make it to his place.
What do I care, though? I declare the educational process open. And if I have to, I'll do it again five times. What's done once is done once, and the second...
A woman with animal eyes smiled arrogantly in my heart. She was so bright, alive and real that it even got scary. The scarlet cloak waved in the invisible wind. And I knew perfectly well what she was trying to tell me. Sooner or later, one way or another...
I'm going to look at the world through her eyes. Or will she be mine?
I don't know. It was still scary. I'll be gone then. There's gonna be someone else. And it's not the fact that I'm better than the present...
She slammed the door. Tokarevich, who had drank quite a bit, entered the audience - and stopped without reaching me two steps.
Shall we add the pepper?
I went up and slowly headed for the teacher.
- So where were we, Yuri Mikhailovich? Let's talk more... about life, about explosions, about burns...
Two steps was enough. And my hand squeezed the gray and yellow threads again.
- B-l-u-r-p..." said the teacher's stomach.
Tokarevich rushed out the door again. I smiled. Actually, there's a slimming method like hydrocolonotherapy. It means the poor guy gets a bunch of cleaning enemas. And the weight goes down. Then the truth gets eaten again. But that's then, right? And in the meantime...
How long will it take for Tokarevich to realize the depth of his delusions and give me a quick assessment? Three times? Five?
Why am I being so petty?
For a good man and ten cleanups are not pitiful!
I sat down on the desk and started talking with my feet in the air. About ten minutes. Then Tokarevich came back and stood on the doorstep. I smiled and jumped off the desk...
- You and I didn't agree...
The third time was no different from the first two. Speed, that's right. And I was even wondering, why is there so much... manure in a man? I think he's been cleaned twice already...
I would've had him for two more hours, but I underestimated the rat cleverness. When the wet, red and pretty shabby Tokarevich was raised for the third time on the doorstep of the room, I went to him bu
t...
Yurik got away from me like a viper.
- An "A"? - He hoarsely asked.
- Absolutely. And where are you going? It's not like we've talked yet...
- Don't! - The Tokarevich was shrieked up. - No need to communicate!
What a smart man. No one ever guessed. Well, come on.
- Don't be shy... I'll be happy to talk to you anytime, day or night...
Yurik paled even harder on his face and looked like a sausage that had been forgotten to paint. The same powdery, starchy color...
- I'll put it all on you now... just stay away...
That's a shame. I'd give him another five short-distance run... Smarty, bastard. Figured it was me. Now I have to make up my mind. I foolishly patted my eyelashes.
- What, are you having an atypical reaction to me? How's the allergy? Very, very sorry... Are you sure?
Tokarevich was so sure he beat me in a big circle. Quickly, even without sitting down at the table, he drew the marks in the score, in the sheet and in the "working off" - a sheet received in the dean's office, signed and nodded to me.
- Take it, and have a nice day.
I obeyed. Poor cleaned up Yurik had the foresight to move two meters away from me. Good girl. Lesson learned.
I winked at him.
- Goodbye, Yuri Mikhailovich...
And she slipped out the door. I'll put it all in the dean's office tomorrow.
You see how hammocks can be brought up? And they say, it does not work, Makarenko could not cope, the character is formed to three years ...
The main thing is the right approach. And then any person can be guided to the true path. At least to the toilet and back.
* * *
Mecislav felt disgusting from the moment he woke up. It's Jule to laugh freely and enjoy life. She just hadn't run into the Council members alive. She doesn't know about their lovely habits.
Doesn't know anything.
And the vampire didn't want to educate her. Just let her be calm for a while. In the meantime...
The meeting has to be at the highest level. And for that, everything must be well organized. And for 24 hours, no vampire or werewolf from Mieczysław's jurisdiction knew peace.
In the program, Mieczysław had: a meeting at the plane ramp. Arrival at the club. A modest dinner. Negotiations. And - if all goes well - performance. At least the same Dosi and Linda. Both beautiful enough to attract attention, stupid enough to erase their memory, and promiscuous enough to agree to lie in bed with the first man caught - as long as he had money.
And it seemed to be going well at first. A meeting committee has already been set up - as long as the IPF exists, all safety rules must be respected. Everything was already set up at the club.
And even Julia wasn't late. She walked into the office and smiled widely:
- Getting ready for "Hae" hour?
- I'm getting ready," said Mieczyslaw, including his charm at full capacity. - You look gorgeous, my joy.
- Not your joy," Julia used to cut off.
- Okay, - agreed Mechislav. - Alien and sad.
- You learn to communicate like a human being?
- You'll teach anyone. Why, is it bad? We've been talking normally for a while now...
- Two minutes. If we stretch out another three, we set a record.
The girl laughed, and the vampire cheered up. Alfonso's still got four hours before he arrives. And it's possible...
As it turns out, you can't.
She slammed the office door. And Vadim burst in, met and excited.
That's how big problems start," whispered the vampire's inner voice.
Mecislav angrily sent his voice... far away.
* * *
I was happy and calm when I split up with Tokarevich. And even Mechislav seemed almost cute to me. That's what I wanted to tell him. But I didn't have time. We just said hello - and Vadim burst in, almost knocking down my door. He had two words written on his face: "All is lost! "Including the sausage in the fridge.
- What's wrong? - asked Mechislav in such a way that it was clear that it had happened. - Well x... rise with him! From a dead werewolf!
- We have serious problems. Lavrik Zvezdno-Progulsky was killed. Suspected of sacrifice.
- Fucking hell!
- Fucking hell!
Me and Mieczysław spoke in one voice and sparkled at each other's eyes.
- You see, it's just contraindicated for us to talk to each other normally, I couldn't help it. - We didn't have time to calm down...
- You think if you and the chief had dogged like you used to, Lavric wouldn't have been killed? - Vadim had a snort.
- My thoughts are my sliders," I snapped. - You'd better tell me what, how and who...
- Who's already clear. One Lavric. His producer spent the whole day wrapping pears around here, wanted to organize Doze another performance, but did not agree on the price. And Lavrik went straight to the hotel after his performance elsewhere. The producer returned - Dosya was there and Lavrik was not in his room. He started looking for him. And we put Sasha as a chauffeur to him.
- Sashka?
- It's a werewolf.
- Where did we get the wolves from?
- They offered to cooperate on a voluntary basis. I will tell you later," Mechislav broke my curiosity. He settled down comfortably at the table and now looked like Don Corleone, only much sexier. The fusion of strength, business and sex - a strict black suit, office, aged in black and white and steel tones, just screaming about big money and power, nothing extra, all madly expensive and stylish - and a sharp note of dissonance bright red cheeky lilies in a vase of black matte glass - and, of course, the vampire himself. The white shirt is open, opening up a smooth golden leather triangle. The black pants fit tightly around the strong, slender hips. Black silk wave hair falls on shoulders - and bright, furious light shines green eyes on the sharpened face. And at the same time, no femininity. Even if Mieczysława is dressed as the last homosexual, no one in the gay club will take a vampire for his. There's something about him that makes women just fall and go to bed. It's an expression of a face, like a frank confession in a whisper in my ear: "I am really a man. Shall we make sure together? »
I could hardly get away from the vampire who sent me a gentle smile - and again I paid all the attention to Vadim.
- Did he follow the trail?
I've restrained the tremors in my knees with a powerful will. Silence while the bones stick out! That toothpick smiles at everyone! Even if it's our political scientist who's in my place, then it's the same. So - to the whole body - shh!
- He's lucky. Found a cabbie who was driving Lavric.
- Oh, yeah? And where to?
- To the city.
- Yes. There's an apartment on the fifth floor. The owners are on vacation right now. That's where he came in. That bastard... can Julia come out?
Mechislav sighed.
- I'd love to. Vadim, you said it looked like a sacrifice?
- Yes. The body... what's left of it is in a circle. And the symbolism is weird. I don't know what it's like, but the overall impression... is unpleasant...
- Oh, yeah? And the power? - I got interested.
- There's something in there. But we can't figure out what.
- And I can't understand the other one. Where are the cops? How can you even graze there?
- In silence, the vampire snapped. - The producer had to be stunned, now the post from Volodka and Sergey sits on the stairs and inspires everyone passing by that there is nothing going on, pass yourself quietly. Normal people are easy to hypnotize in general. We'll hold out for three hours, and in the morning they'll find him. We won't be able to pull much longer.
- Yeah.
- I have to go and see," sighed Mechislav. - Yulia, I'm going to order you to change and come with me.
- What? That's the best thing you couldn't find for me - to look at the corpses!?
Mechislav shook his head.
- Yulia,
I wouldn't ask you. But three or four hours later, Alfonso da Silva arrives, and I just need to know whether it's really a sacrifice - or another jerk maniac.
- Well, you'll find out. Easier, is it?
- Absolutely. If it's a maniac, let the police catch him. It's none of our business. But if it really was a sacrifice, I have to catch that scumbag as soon as possible - and myself.
- What for?
- Yulia, are you sure he's making sacrifices to make better incense growth? Something tells me you don't need Lavric for this case, there's enough fertilizer.
I rolled my eyes.
- Make the arrangements. Why do you need to change?
- So as not to leave any traces. Vadim?
A vampire rushed out the door.
Mieczyslaw came out of the table and tried to hold my hand, but I stepped back:
- This is not an anatomical theater! Keep your paws off the valuable and important me!
The vampire shook his head with a view of the Great Martyr, but humbled himself - and sat down right on the table.
- Yulia, I hate to drag you there. But I don't have a choice. I want you to try to feel something. Like in the summer. When the embassy was shot.
I rolled my eyes.
- Yes, I agree, I agree...
- For everything? - interested in a vampire.
- With restrictions! I totally agree to go.
There's nothing to do. It's my own fault. It would be normal... but it's not! Would have been reincarnated a long time ago. Would've kicked me in the winter.
So you need to relax and try to get the white rabbit out of the drawer. Or at least a goat.
I was just hoping there wouldn't be an angry crocodile in the box that would try to pull my whole arm out when I tried to drag it out.
Vadim came back with some perfectly chic clothes.
- I want to!!! - I'm scared. And I literally took that beauty out of his hands.
Camouflage-coloured jacket, with lots of pockets and the same camouflage pants. High shoes on a shoelace. And a hat with a big visor.
- Here's another hair gum," the vampire gave me a chemist's gum of funny yellow.
- Vadik, you're beautiful! I adore you!
I punched a vampire in the tip of my nose, and I hid behind the bathroom door.
Why would a vampire need a bathroom? He doesn't. But how do you explain to the workers and employees his absence? Vampires try not to get caught on such trifles. Because the IPF is not dozing off!
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