The next time Tengiz called back in two weeks. He insisted that I give Katy's phone number to speak with her. I either did not pick up the phone, or tried to gently “flash” it. My wife also upset me: she refused to go on repeated experiments not only with Tengiz, but also, in general, with someone, explaining that she didn’t need any extra problems. And in bed, during sex, she repeatedly repeated that she would like to surrender to Tengiz again. But after sex, she did not support this topic.

And when I once practically pressed her to the wall with this question, she replied:

“You know, I want to think with my head, not my pussy.” And with Tengiz my head is turned off, and it scares me, since all of this can lead to unpredictable consequences. I even forgot about condoms with him. Suddenly it would fly, that I have to give birth to a Georgian when a Russian husband is alive? So that later a shame for life that I don’t know from whom I brought a child in my lap?

- Well, what are you screwing yourself? After all, nothing happened. Better remember how you raged in bed. Did you like it?

- Yes, I was even too good. I completely lost control. And I don’t want to repeat this again. I do not want my career, our future, to be damaged.

- And if you are sure that you will not suffer because of our adventures?

- But I'm not sure.

- Well, if your career or our financial well-being depended on a person, and the condition for solving problems would be sex with him, would you agree?

- You ask strange questions ... Yes, you would agree, and my conscience would be clear, after all, I will not surrender of my own will, but because of vital necessity ...

- And if he really liked you, and he would want to take you on trips, to resorts, to live with you? ...

“But I’ll know that I’m not just having fun, but I’m solving problems,” Katya’s voice became oily, and her eyes narrowed slyly, a cute smile began to play on her lips.

- And what about me?

- Well, I will not solve personal problems, but our common ones, which means that at this time I care about you ... And anyway, you yourself started asking me these stupid questions ... - Katie’s voice finally became playful, she took me I put my hand into the bedroom, lay down on the bed and, spreading my legs apart, deliberately and pathetically pronounced:

- Well, take me, my lord, today I am yours ...

Jokes jokes, and her pussy was then quite wet.

The next day Tengiz called again. I was already tired of rushing between his stupidity and the failures of my wife, so I decided once and for all to break our relationship with him:

- Listen, Tengiz, you do not call me again. I won't give you Kati's number anyway, and we will no longer meet with you. Look for other partners.

- Why others? I liked you, and you liked how I fucked you one by one. Did you forget, with what pleasure did you suck at me? How did your wife end up on my dick too?

- I have not forgotten anything. But the more we will not meet, we already got into the preplet because of you.

- Wait, in what binding?

- You did not protect, and Katya did not protect. She flew and made an abortion a week ago, - I came up with this argument on the move, thinking that the Georgian perseverance would cease after that. I would have known then what this lie will turn out for me.

- Abortion? - Tengiz was silent for a moment for a moment, - And why they did not consult me, it also concerns me.

- And you do with it, this is our personal matter.

- Private bussiness? I did not stand next to when your wife fucked ...

- So, that's it, stop talking, I'm sick of it!

- We do not stop anything, now we definitely need to meet. Give the address and phone number, I'll come.

- I told you that I will not.

“Then I will find you myself.”

- Do not look for us, - I got excited because of this unpleasant conversation, - If you pursue us, then I will sue you.

- This is what you condemn me for: because I fucked you in the mouth and your wife got pregnant from me? So you did it voluntarily, not the youngsters.

- Stop remembering this! I don't want to hear you anymore. If you bother with calls, I will change the mobile number, and you will have to deal not with the court, but with serious people. You still do not know what my connections are! - I turned off my mobile, hoping that Tengiz will not bother me anymore.

For five days, life went on as usual. On Friday at twelve o'clock in the morning I got a call, they called my home phone. We did not sleep, watched TV, I sipped whiskey. Kate picked up the phone, said that someone she did not know wanted to talk to me. In principle, the profession of a lawyer suggests possible calls at extracurricular hours if something very serious has happened, so I safely went to the phone:

- Hello?

- Hello, dear Dmitry. This is Damir bothering you.

Now I’ve gotten a little harder - Damir was our well-known authority of the criminal world. We communicated with him several times, but not briefly: if he had any business on the legal profession, he communicated only with the first persons, in particular, with my boss. So why did he need me? Yes, and in the middle of the night ...

- Hello Damir ... - I did not know how his patronymic was, since everyone called him by name, - I am listening to you Damir, did anything happen?

- It happened, Dima, it happened ... My Moscow friends were offended, we must help them.

- Is there no lawyers in Moscow? - I tried to "break through" the essence of the problem.

He seemed not to hear my question and said:

- Come to my office, we are waiting for you.

- Maybe tomorrow? Time later, and I am not sober, I can not get behind the wheel.

- You don't need to drive. At the gate of your house is a black Lexus, get into it, my driver will bring you and take you away. I'm waiting - Damir hung up ...

Gathering together, I left the house and walked over to Lexus. I was surprised, but in the car in the back seat were two gloomy Damirov "brothers", one of whom was playing with a pistol. They told me to sit in the front seat. I sat down and we went. We drove in silence and I began to worry in earnest:

- Guys, where are we going?

“You will,” the driver replied, and silence reigned in the cabin.

From the excitement before the unknown, my thoughts became confused, my body began to shiver. But I tried not to give the form and outwardly looked quite calm. We drove for a long time. We left the city, passed the KPI traffic police. Then we turned off the highway to the area of ​​private protected ponds. Apparently, they were waiting for us, because when we drove up to the barrier, a guard appeared from somewhere out of the darkness and opened us to the passage.

The landscape around was of course beautiful - ponds, woodland - but he was not pleased: there is darkness and not a soul around. Ahead appeared a reinforced concrete fence and a large metal gate. Again, there were guards, opened the gate for us. We drove into the courtyard of the residential area - several cottages, some kind of summer cafe with a bar and a huge log sauna. Lexus stopped near the bath:

“Let's go,” one of my companions opened the door for me. We entered the bath. In the waiting room there were also several Damir fighters. We walked past them, passed the gym, billiard room, changing room and got into the bar hall, saturated with the aromas of a fragrant bath. The guard started me up and immediately went out, closing the door behind him. One of the rectangular wooden tables was covered with exquisite food, on the floor were two empty bottles of brandy. At the head of the table, on a leather chair, without clothes, but wrapped in a sheet, was Damir, flushed from the steam room, with wet disheveled gray hair.

He was somewhere between 50 and 60 years old, I definitely did not know. And it was difficult to determine by sight: he was in good physical shape for his age (they say that at one time he was engaged in wrestling and even ... Read more →