Everything has already happened. We have already walked along the blade of a knife more than once, with a foolish smile on our lips. The faces dimly turn pale in the night, they are like playing cards scattered on black oilcloth. Here comes Mitya. His chin glitters with saliva, his eyes running restlessly. He says...

- Senj, you did not see my new fucking?

- No ... She came with you?

- With me. I only asked Seryoga to do a blowjob, and at that time went to pour Martyn Martini ... Come back, count, but she isn’t, and Gray left.

- Fuck ...

Mitya is carefully studying the photos on the sideboard. Sniffs. The pictures smell like shit.

The first photo ... a girl with a teddy bear at the piano, her back to the viewer. The back of the girl is wide, sinewy, visible ribs, that is, the girl is pretty thin, at least above the belt. Her face is relaxed, her mouth slightly open, a slight smile of bliss, a soft blush on her cheeks touched by teen eel. She readily kneels and flexes in the lower back. Mitya removes the remnants of her clothes. Awesome ass ... white, elastic, round. The anus is deeply hidden in the cleft of the brown skin. He slightly moves apart these wonderful hemispheres, gropes with his tongue the entrance hidden by hairs. Very tight ass. You can’t even push your tongue ... the girl stiffens, she’s a little shy, she already had a lot of men, but nobody got into her ass.

“You have it so fat,” she says quietly, “You will hurt me.”

She means Mitin dick.

Mitya finally manages to push the tip of the tongue, but the bones of her pelvis rest on his cheeks, preventing him from moving further. He kisses her buttocks around the entrance, stroking the hands of the amber boat with her feet. She giggles softly. He hotly licks her vagina entrance. Everything there is neatly shaved, and her pussy itself is neat, tender, surprisingly pink like the nose of a white cat. He sniffs her pussy, richly covered with mucus, easily touches the clitoris - first with his tongue, then with his fingers. She moans, sways. He is finally attached to her, leans the head of a short, but large member to the pink lips. She reaches out with his hand to his balls, strokes them, takes the dick by the barrel, sends it to herself. He begins with gentle shocks to drive into her penis, the vagina is narrow, but thanks to the abundant lubricant, the member soon all the way into it. He begins to slowly, but move widely, fingering her nipples, the same pink ones, she immediately starts podmahivat and moan loudly. This moans chest, gentle and sincere, and he feels like a member swells up to aches in the crotch. He moves faster, his eggs slap on her shaved cunt, she moans, pulling her clit with her fingers, her legs are leaving, her face is buried in a pillow, she growls, biting a pillowcase, shakes finely, then limp. He continues to fuck her hard, breathing heavily, then takes it out. She quickly jumps up and sits down in front of him, holding his scrotum with one hand, the other quickly jerking off. He screams, shortly farts, convulsively twitching in her hands, as if agonizing in the animal trap, thick white streams of sperm lash on her chest, flow down in streams - she giggles. Catching his breath, he sits down next to him, pours himself and her wine ...

- Whew ... For the whole week I put up with it ...

- Yah? What, never?

- Never. Chesslovo. Here, for you saved up ...

The second photo ... sunlit room of the morgue. Tables with corpses carelessly wrapped in wet rags. Three teenagers are considering an oblong metal trough with a flush tool. Heavy metal knives for opening are touched.

- Why do they stink? - Mitya frowns.

- The dude was on duty in front of me, he got drunk, and he fell asleep in short ... And over that corpse, - Pele points to the farthest table, where a huge, swollen body lies, - It was necessary to turn backwards. And he forgot. I lay down all night face down and spoiled.

- And what?

- Fired him, pidaras.How is such a corpse now show to relatives? The whole face is black.

- And you said the worms ate his face? Let's watch! - Mitya runs up to the corpse, wants to remove the rags, in which the head is wrapped, - Seryog, help!

- Do not! - Pele grabs Sergey by the hand, shoves Mitya with his shoulder.

Mitya laughs, runs on the other side, grabs a knife for an autopsy, beats the corpse in the leg below the knee.

- What are you, ofigel? - Pele rushes to him, but Mitya himself was already frightened and put down the knife.

They approach the corpse and inspect the small narrow opening in the leg. Mitya rubs his fingers ... dead flesh resembles rubber. The hole made by the knife does not change shape.

- Asshole, fuck ... My orderlies will kill me now. - Says Pele trying to squeeze the edges of the hole.

- Not ssy, no one will notice ... A small hole! - Mitya covers the leg of the corpse with a rag soaked in disinfectant, - Ida in the corridor, play the ball?

The third photo ... a bathroom full of diarrhea. Mitya with a broken face sniffs a jacket pocket. Steel with large cells chain hangs on the hook for towels.

The fourth photo ... a small nook in the vozhatsky, a sitting bathroom, a stool with a soap box and a washcloth. Mitya, small, naked, pours herself with water from the shower. The elder pioneer leader, Natasha, tall, with thick curly hair, wearing jeans and a bra, looks carefully at Mitya's little member.

The fifth photo ... Alexey Fedorovich smears dark shit on Irina's hollow stomach. Mitya looks into the gap from the door. He is already an adult. From under the black T-shirt with a baton stick dick. Mitya furiously fingering.

The sixth photo ... dump truck.

- Well, did not find? - Simon chooses a ready-made solution from the spoon.

- Itself there. Hooey ...

“Maybe it's better not to be?”

- In terms of? - Mitya walks up to Semyon, stares at close range with unexpectedly clear eyes. Semyon smiles dimly, shows his tongue, leans back on the sofa, quietly pulls his hand to the cardboard box on the floor with Stechkin. Mitya hits with a foot to the side of the head, then jumps with his knees, strangling. Sticks his teeth into his fingers stretched out for resistance, bites off a finger, beats his forehead in the face. Pulling off on the floor, stomping with his feet, beating on the head with a chair, then a broken off leg from the chair first beats backhand, and then - with his end in the mouth, forehead, in the adygus, beats with his foot in the groin, turns Seeds on the stomach and stifles, pinching the chair throat and pressing his head on top of his foot. Finally, Simon calms down. Mitya sits down next to her and breathes for a long time. Then he takes off his pants - his own and Seeds. Spits Semen on the anus. He lies down on top and with a pressure presses the embarked member into the Seeds, begins quickly with enthusiasm to fuck him. Boris peeks into the room. Watches about twenty seconds. Silently opening the door, sneaking up on Mitya from behind, taking Stechkin out of the box, he shoots almost point-blank at the back of the head Mita. Mitya falls with his head torn, obscene, convulsively twitching. Boris Laughs. Takes off his pants, lubricates Mite anus with pieces of the brain and, quickly inserting a member into it, begins to fuck. Enter ... Nikolai, Gregory and Pavlik. Boris turns around ...

- Guys, you will follow me.

Nicholas, Gregory and Pavlik nod in agreement, but suddenly, having pounced on three of Boris at once, they smash his head with hammers. Take away the corpses. Nikolai fucks Seeds, firmly taking by the ears. Gregory fucks Mitya, clutching his teeth in the neck. Pavlik fucks Boris, capturing his mouth with his fingers. All three moan and swear from pleasure. Then they take out the dirtied blood and shit, put a ring and end up in each other’s mouth. Then they take out folding knives from a cardboard box, cut off oblong pieces of meat from them from the dead and eat them, snarling sweetly. As a joke they throw insides into each other. They spew powerful streams of vomiting, defecate. Cut off the external genitals with knives. Cut their lips and nipples. Sew yourself eyelids fishing line. Finally, Gregory to the touch takes a canister standing on the balcony and pours herself and those around her with gasoline. Pavlik lights a cigarette and everyone flashes, singing “Katyusha” in unison.