of time, the shriveled clay already covered with scales and looked more like old snake skin than human clothing. So quickly he freed himself from his tunic and boots, and rolled his pants up to his knees and sauntered into the water. The icy water burned Murat’s feet. He remembered how, in a not so distant childhood, he wandered about the stones of a mountain stream like this, and how her cold, transparent streams bit his bare feet. But now, there was neither the uniform roar of a mountain stream, nor a thick bush along the banks, nor the bright blue Dagestan sky above. There was only muddy, all in oil spills, the water in an almost standing river and the sky covered with reddish mist. After standing a little, Murat bent down and scooped water into a handful and splashed it on his face.

- Look, you're whiter than I thought. - Galina laughed merrily. “I thought you were really brown.”

Murat himself laughed. He imagined what his physiognomy looked like after the clay “mask”.

- Come on, I will help - Galina took a dirty overcoat and began to shake off the stuck clay.

Murat, meanwhile, had already come out of the water and rummaged in his pockets and pulled out a pack of Prima. He smoked.

- And who is Nikolai? -

- He: yes, he worked at a construction site. - It was clear that Galina wanted to tell Murat more, but something inside was still holding her, but finally she decided to throw away the last doubts.

- Then I worked in the district, so it happened that the New Year, and I was on duty all night. I already knew that it was best to close in the office and sit there until the morning, and that all happened. The contingent we have such hard workers yes soldiers. That all night after drinking songs gorlopanat, and then, as the alcohol ends, they demand the opening of the door. Well, if only they want it, but it happened even worse. What is there to say that just did not see. So this time. There was not even 10, and already some were lying in the corners. The surgeon also went into hibernation like a bear. Well, I suddenly hear someone drumming on the window. I have already decided that someone's friends in the hospital are bursting with the "additive". No, too much alarmingly knocking. Has approached. I look there is a man, white as sugar, his hands are waving and everything shows on the all-terrain vehicle. I quickly opened the door to the car. And there: ... - Galina was silent for a second. - Three lie. Blood. Two are conscious, screaming, the other is gone. I do not remember how they were carried to the treatment room. I remember only the face of one. Eyes :: one hangs on a piece of muscle, the other does not exist at all. His stomach is ripped open, and he keeps his gut in his hand and as if deliriously asks, "Why is it so dark here." Vobschem let him codeine. They couldn't do anything else. After half an hour he was overlooked. The other was Kohl. His leg was cut off completely. I only later found out that they wanted to please their colleagues with fireworks, but behold: I came up to remember him, and he, as I remember, through force, smiled at me and said, “Don't be afraid, I’m tenacious.” I darned him somehow, although my hands were shaking. I do not remember how I sat down until morning. And Kohl on the amendment went. I went to him every shift, and he would treat me all the sweets, I won’t know where he got them, he would give a knickknack. His hands are golden, now he will do any thing. And then::. court. It turned out that Kohl this malicious fireworks organized. Sentence. Eight years. But just before the stage, the wound opened and was taken back to our hospital again, there is nowhere else. They put two soldiers, but they did not look very much. Apparently they decided that nowhere and without legs will not go anywhere, but he take and disappear. I helped him. That's how we live now. Previously, near the village, there was no case for anyone from where we are, if not many people wander around here. Kohl will fix the all-terrain vehicle, then he will do some other work, and they will give him bread and alcohol. But somehow the builders came from the city, and one recognized us. That only I did not do, and I cleaned the house to him, and washed clothes, and ::: Ay, what can I say. Only as he gets drunk all said "You bitch do not rejoice, here you zayebet me, go and report where necessary.“And he laughs himself. - Galina looked at Murat, who for all this time did not utter a sound.

Murat looked up. It seemed to him that he just slept and he had a terrible dream. But no, Galina was real. She sat at arm's length from him. And then Murat wanted to grab, hold this woman close to him, hide her from everyone. Her pain passed on to him and he was unable to hold back the impulse, grabbed Galina by the hand and pulled her hard towards her. From nezhidannosti she screamed and fell directly on hands Murat.

- Galya. Check mark. - Murat stroked Galina on the back

- No, let Murat go. Kohl is waiting. Still think that. - Galina tried to free herself, but Murat pulled her closer to her.

- Do not worry, I will not hurt you. Get away with me. We have mountains there, warm. Leave - Murat no longer aware of himself. He kissed Galina's cheeks and hands.

Suddenly, Galina stopped resisting. She wrapped her arms around Murat’s neck and stretched her lips to him. Murat stared at them. He felt that Galina’s body would fall under his fingers. He ran a hand over her hip and Galina spread her legs, letting Murat’s hand go to the most intimate. With a slight movement, Murat pushed the woman and she fell on her back. Her long skirt ripped up and he saw a white strip of panties. Without hesitation, he tore them from the side and they hung with a rag in Galina's crotch and he threw them away. Meanwhile, Galina got rid of her jacket and pulled up her sweater exposing her small breasts. Murat rushed at her. He licked her nipples, nibbled them. He enjoyed their whiteness and purity. Yes, Galina, unlike other women with whom Murat had to meet in the north, was absolutely pure.

- I can not, let's girlfriend, Galina pushed Murata and fallen on her knees. -

Murat lowered his pants and his cock rested directly on Galina's outer lips. A sharp movement and he entered it with the fury with which the army enters the gates of the defeated city. He understood that it was not strange that Galina was far from him. Most likely she now represented Nicholas, this cripple. From this thought, Murat began to move so abruptly that Galina could barely restrain herself from falling. He squeezed her breasts hard and she screamed, but it was not a cry of pain. Galina arched her whole body, and then Murat felt his jet burst into Galina’s body.

- Kolya. Kolya - Suddenly it came to Murat's ears. - Well then how-

- I am not Kolya, choke on your cripple-Murat’s voice broke. He jumped to his feet. It seemed the whole world had to roll over from his cry.

Galina also returned to reality.

- Muratik, native calm down. Do not shout to hear us, Galina was scared seriously

- Who is your fucker. Bitch you. Bitch. - Murat was scary. - Lie on your back, I'll fuck you, and you'll see me.

Murat was suffocating with rage. All that has accumulated in it over the years burst out. It was anger at the commanders, and an insult to the fate that had thrown into this harsh land, and deaf anger at the girl from his village, that she wrote to him “forgive:”, and a heavy burden of loneliness. Even the cripple had something and he ::

- Do not dear - Galina sobbed out loud.

Murat, on the other hand, bent Galina's legs at the knees and spread them as wide as possible. From her vagina flowed a whitish trickle of sperm. Unfortunately for Galina, she tried to move her legs.

- Oh, you feel so bad, then we try

With these words, he put Galina on his knees and grabbed her hair.

- Suck rubbish.

- I beg you ...

Murat with a force hit Galina on the cheek and she opened her mouth. She gasped, felt that now she was throwing up, but Murat grabbed his hair even more and pulled out a rather large strand.

In the part of Murat, they missed the next day only. They became seriously worried later when they reported that geologists from the “turntables” noticed an abandoned car. Two all-terrain vehicles immediately drove into place. Before reaching several kilometers the soldiers saw a log house burned to the ground, over the ashes of which thin streams of smoke were still rising. Driven by anxiety, they threw away the sheets of charred tin and under them amid the chaos lay the remains of two bodies mated in the last embrace.

Murat himself was found nearby hanging on the stairs to the glacier with a stern soldiers frame around his neck.

What happened? Who knows? All she saw was only the tundra, but if she didn’t ask, she wouldn’t answer, IT NEMA. April 2000