"Horror and rock haunted man forever." E. - A. Po "Denying God - Denying Yourself Denying the Devil - underestimate myself. " M. Lapshin. PROLOGUE.

In a brown raincoat with torn sleeves, a voluptuous cavalry gait, early in the morning of the first month of the spring month of May, a small crook-legged man entered the tiled house between the wooden poles dug into the ground, on which a rope with wet clothes was pulled.

- What do you want? - There was a frightened old voice.

Then there was a rumble in the house and a heart-rending inhuman scream hit the sky, which mixed with the roar of the passing orchestra. PART I. "COLLEAGUES".

Colonel Porogin sighed heavily and pushed the door to the boss's office, which had caused him to call the selector.

- Well, how are you, colleague? - Boss sat back in his chair, - again this maniac?

Porogin's stupid face twisted.

“Again,” he said dully, “the eighth victim, and no trace.” - Oh well; - smiled Boss, - do you really want to say that otherworldly forces are involved here?

“If I believed in God,” Porogin replied, “I wouldn’t have an iota of doubt.” All eight victims are devout old women. This devil dealt with them in a terrible way: all eight grandmothers were barbarously raped. Examination has established the presence of inhuman sperm. Well, death, as a rule, came almost instantly.

- What do you mean by that? - interrupted Porogina Boss.

“This demon has an incredible size,” Porogin walked over to the carafe on the table and snapped his fingertips on it, “you understand?” All the victims brought to the institute of forensic medicine had their vagina torn up, as if they were being used with a crowbar. There is one more piquant detail: all eight old women had their teeth pulled out, Porogin specified and timidly looked at the Boss.

“You and your people are working disgustingly,” the Boss barked, “this is no small thing about drunk stumps out of your pockets! How is this: no trace ?! Logically, your eight victims, probably frantically screaming, scratching, biting, calling for help, finally. And how, let me ask you, could they, let's say, not shout? He himself gave an example with this crowbar.

“I understand,” Porogin said decadently, “or rather, I do not understand anything.” Only the time at which these murders were committed was established — from about six to eight o'clock in the evening. I made inquiries: it was just at these hours that the evening service in the central church ends.

- So! - Boss snapped, - if in two weeks your affairs do not advance, then you, comrade Porogin, will have to resign! You are free.

Porogin, barely dragging his feet in fear of losing his job, left the office. He looked at his watch, it was 11 in the evening. (“The wife has already eaten and sees the first dreams under two pound blankets) For some reason Poroginu became disgusted, and he spat.

He did not walk down the street and a few steps, as someone’s shadow darted nearby.

“Fuck, cat,” Porogin thought, when suddenly a powerful wave struck him like an ax in the back of the head, he smashed his forehead into a drainpipe and lost his senses. The bloody fireball, having hummed over it, made an arc and disappeared in an unknown direction. In the silence of the night there was a faint, hoarse laugh.

When Porogin woke up, he saw that he was surrounded by people in white coats. Further, he felt such pain in the anus, that frantically groaned.

“Morphine,” someone ordered. After the injection, the pain became less intense.

“You came to visit,” came the luscious voice.

Porogin saw two red faces: one agitated - his colleagues, the Boss, the other, curious - his round-back stupid spouse.

“I won't bother you,” the Boss put in correctly, but I just want to show you one physical evidence — this little note, which I apologize, they stuck to your ass when you were with, well ... it happened.Um, yeah, take a look.

Porogin, with crazy eyes, glanced at a piece of toilet paper, on which the following was written in clumsy letters: “And you are nothing, handsome. If I see you again, caress harder, kiss you! ”

The boss put a piece of paper in his pocket and quickly left the room.

Then Porogin heard the mournful voice of his wife, whose face was filled with paint:

- What have you done with yourself? You will be fired, you will see, they will be fired, but in our home, and so are thin. Your little son is kicked out of school for some disgrace in the ladies' room. Our refrigerators are empty, there is absolutely nothing and nothing to go to the restaurant. You will achieve your goal, let me through the world as an insignificant whore, and maybe I will die somewhere near the trash, from syphilis.

“Fuck you, you fool,” Porogin wanted to shout out, but with horror he noticed that his teeth had been pulled out.

Two months have passed. Porogin was discharged from the hospital. He walked sullen and embittered by the whole world. However, having reached the police station, he somehow immediately felt the cheerful revival of his colleagues, and as for the Boss, he, covered with red spots, stepped towards Porogin and shouted in his ear: “Caught!”

“Woo,” Porogin was glad, feeling the fire of revenge sweep through his spine.

- Yes, yes, you can moo yourself as much as you like, this geek has been sitting in a punishment cell for three days. I think, - the Boss smiled broadly, - you will process it properly. I have considerations, and you have more anger. And now let's go look at this antichrist.

The door to the punishment cell opened with a clang, and an unpleasant-looking man appeared before the guardians of the law. He sat on the floor, holding his long legs under him. On the dirty goose neck stood a sharp Adam's tongue, and small, gray, close-set eyes looked fearfully and ingratiatingly at Porogin and Boss.

- Well, how do you like this mug, colleague? In my opinion, he deserves more than just die.

Porogin, pale with fury, tore a piece of paper out of his notebook and wrote the following: “Well, we met, handsome! Now I will caress you! ”

And, squeezing his eyes shut, he slanted his heel over the acute Adam's Kadyk from all around. He rolled over his head, and dark blood gushed out of his mouth, gurgling.

- Wait, why so soon? We can finish him off, ”the Boss sang in an admiring voice,“ first you have to torture him properly.

Porogin screamed and nodded in agreement.

The victim, meanwhile, woke up and threw her gray eyes at the tormentors.

The boss got a bottle of vinegar from the diplomat. (Porogin noted to himself that he is in a playful mood today)

“Take off his pants and turn his back up,” said the Boss, “but take me away, buddy, make him a pleasant one myself.”

Porogin disdainfully pulled his pants off the prisoner. (In the punishment cell there was a strong smell of toilet)

- Why are your hands trembling, and Porogin? Remember how this creature you something, you something! ..

Porogin poured the contents of the vessel into the victim's anus.

There was a heart-rending cry of such strength that the stone ceiling of the chamber nearly fell on our colleagues. The prisoner, screaming, convulsed.

“Nothing, it won't die, brute, we just shook it a little,” the Boss said peacefully. He approached the crouching man and turned him over.

“This is only the beginning, Oktyabrenok,” he said, “remember how the old women fought, and, the dog!” Porogin, splash something out of the bucket on him, or else he moved a little mind.

- So, shall we talk, son? - puffing a cigarette, the good tenor said the Boss, leaning over a half-dead man, - we already know your black ...