... Sudden drowsiness made me lie down in a hurry. Next message?

But there was no spreading man. I had a normal dream. Wasteland, old dilapidated wooden houses, a large house is being built nearby. In the distance, the familiar buildings are a shop, a teleatele. I go into the second ruined house and climb into the cellar. Putting a flashlight on a half-rotten barrel, I dig a hole in a corner and pull out a clay pot - a treasure.

Scalded, I fell off the couch. Treasure! Of course! How did it not occur to me right away ?! The easiest way to hand money. So, we need a shovel, a flashlight ... Is there a shovel here ?!

The key turns in the lock - Lenka came from work. This is, perhaps, for the better.

- Lena, shovel do you have? And a flashlight?

- What is it to you? ... Is in the basement.

While Lenka was having dinner, I flew to the basement, under the house, where all the tenants had cages for storing potatoes, carrots and other vegetables. Ten minutes later, I posed before the surprised Lenka with a good bayonet, I shouted:

- Come on flashlight!

- Wait. What do you think about?

- I'll go look for treasure. More precisely, not to search, but to dig out!

Lenka sympathetically looked at my gear.

- Can you explain clearly?

- Not yet! All later!

I was about to jump out of the apartment, but Lenka kept me by the sleeve:

- I'm with you...

- No, I tried to get rid of, - I will be in the cellar, raw and scary, to dig a hole!

- Well, so I will shine!

- No, I should put a lantern on the barrel ...

- What kind of barrel ?! - Lenka was horrified.

- There will be a rotten barrel ...

“Have you already been there?”

- No, I saw in a dream ...

Lenka sighed. Then she quickly put on a lightweight leotard that covered her body so that if it were not for the blue color, one could decide that she was naked. I understood - not get rid of her. Okay, let it shine. Although ... A little worm moved unpleasantly. Still, I was shown that you need to put a flashlight on the barrel. Or the details are not significant? By breaking the conditions, I can ... what? Break the treasure conditions? But, the treasure is probably buried a hundred years ago ... What else? Maybe I have to wield a shovel alone? Do not need witnesses?

- Well, are we going or not? - Lenka was already standing in the doorway.

Okay, maybe she won't hurt.

The flea market, after the end of the working day, dispersed and we, having passed four stops on the trolleybus, left at the house under construction. Behind the construction site, in a dreary wasteland, dilapidated private houses nosoil. The picture coincided almost completely. We bypassed the fence enclosing the construction site and were cut off from the city noise. The ruins looked very sinister. Scratched empty windows. From the roofs hung tongues of loose ruberoid. Twilight inside the houses also did not inspire.

“Hmmm, it's a criminal place,” I said, “you better wait at the bus stop, and in a flash I fly ...”

- Are you afraid? - defiantly surprised Lenka, - you own karate!

And she, whistling some idiotic melody, moved to the ruins. Not having time to explain to her, the fool, the difference between cowardice and reasonable care, I hurried into the trail. Six people of a very unpleasant look came out of the doorway. But not bums, not pests, rather urki. Hid. Maybe there is a temporary collection point for blatari? Lenka hesitantly stopped.

- Why did you stop whistling? - I should not, of course, speak maliciously - she already understood her mistake.

“Guys,” I say in a “simple” voice, “Is the Witek intellectual not hanging out here?”

The famous gangster Viktor Karnaukhov in the city, nicknamed "intellectual", was a highly respected person. Among his own, naturally. The calculation for the alleged acquaintance with Vitka was very unreliable, but what was left to do?

“Come in,” they parted.

What the hell? Or is it really here, in the ruins, that Vitek is sitting, or they are just luring them. I figured the distance. No, with Lenka not to run away, they will catch up with in a moment. We'll have to go.And if this thug is there, come up with something. Come de offer a deal. Lenka grabbed the sleeve could spoil the whole game. She was too obviously frightened. If we were going to propose a deal, why the hell be so scared? Just who goes to talk about business with a woman? So you have to motivate her presence. Suppose the case - to rob a firm, which manages her husband. Now, let's talk in advance, and then in more detail ... Lazha, all the crap - they won't believe.

At the table, miraculously left from the tenants who had moved in, sat a dark-haired, wiry guy. One of the men whispered something in his ear. Chernyavy threw mocking eyes:

- Che wanted?

- Are you Vitek?

- Let's say ...

- So Witek or not? I want to propose a deal, but the conversation will be only with him.

- You don't know me by sight, but do you want to propose a case? - apparently, it was nevertheless Vitek-intellectual himself.

- I heard about you. Case of thousands for six hundred bucks - I was hoping that my voice sounds confident.

Vitek was silent, studying Lenkin figure. Obtyanu fool.

- You can easily take a safe in the office of her hubby - I nodded at Lenka.

In the doorway, men crowded with gloomy faces and blue hands. The roof in one place collapsed, and the last ray of the setting sun punched through the hole. In the corner of the room lay an old, dirty mattress.

- Well, why are you hunchbacked lepish, froerok? Yes, any sucker is clear that you and a friend came here to dig a dice. Put a shovel into a corner, - he suddenly spoke in a soft voice, justifying the “intellectual” with a croon.

Strong hands, standing behind the "infantrymen" clung to the shovel - my only weapon.

“Careful,” Lenka shouted, but a grenade exploded in my head ...

Slowly opening my eyes, I wanted to feel the top of the head, where, judging by the sensations, they hit a very impressive object, but I found that my hands are tightly tied behind my back. I was like a rag thrown into a corner and lay awkwardly rolling over on my side.

- Well, let me, well, do not, - heard the voice of Lenka from the opposite corner.

It was there, as I remembered, a dirty mattress lay. Now there were a lot of bodies swarming around. In the gathering twilight can not make out anything.

- Yes, cut the knife, - came a hoarse voice.

- So let's take off, - the high tenor answered, - the thing is beautiful, I will take Manka as my own, otherwise she will undress as much as she takes off her clothes, just like a tat. As you look at it - immediately falls.

- Don't, please-aa, - Lenka squealed and fell silent.

“I'm second,” said hoarsely.

It was completely dark in the ruins. My head ached terribly. Grunting, I tried to take a more comfortable position. Immediately beside me was one of the bandits.

- I came to, curva! Lie quietly, otherwise ... - he gently slashed a knife across his shirt.

Or was it a razor? In any case, my favorite shirt was almost torn in two.

“Drin,” came from a dark corner, “go, your turn.”

- Well, and how is she? - the gangster hid the knife, and began to slowly unbutton his pants.

- Yes lies, bitch, does not podmahivaet.

In the corner, as far as I could get used to the darkness, I could see that there were two people left.

“Nothing-cho, now she will do everything with us,” Drin said, and, turning to Lenka, added: “Do you see a bitch, a feather?” If I am not happy with you, I will insert it a couple of centimeters to you.

- Not ...