Part one.

Anastasia passed by the Kazan Cathedral, heading towards Liteiny Prospect, when a policeman approached her:

- Good morning. Major Nichkin, your documents, please.

- On. She said, drawing the passport. While the cop looked through the residence permit, Nastya indifferently examined the dog of the law. He was like all "mentazavriki" with beer belly, in shape and with standard weapon. It differed only in growth, it was a half meter, small, and curly-fluffy beard.

Nastya suddenly imagined that he looked great like a gnome. From this thought, she grinned and spat out the gum, which she nibbled hard, demonstratively champing.

- Anastasia Surova? - asked the cop, looking at the passport. The girl left in response, smiling wickedly - she was ridiculous that such behavior of the law enforcement agencies was like some kind of Gestapo. The policeman, not hearing the answer, looked up at Anya. Already opened his mouth to repeat the question, yes stricterly ... and turned his gaze on Nastya, who was grinning and nodding continuously. Having mumbled something about the arrogant youth, Nichkin turned his eyes back to the passport, as if expecting to see confession in the terrorist act there. After a second raised again. The look narrowed, inquisitive and on "prosecutor's" strict. Asked:

- November 4, 1991 of birth?

- Well it's written right there. - Nastya nodded on the passport. The cop did not answer, continued to look at her.

- Are you "goth"?

- Yes. - after a minute of silence, the cop spoke again:

- Why, instead of studying and family, you are engaged in devils and with what? You do not understand what you walk in, read poems about death ... shredding yourself with a razor? ... This is complete nonsense and some kind of perversion! Do nothing? - cop seemed to burst.

- None of your business! - boldly answered, as if the cat hissed.

Paused.

Major Nishkin tapped his passport in the palm of his hand:

- Do you know that it is forbidden to be on the street after twenty two hours to minors without an adult?

Nastya knew this, but decided to play "a fool":

- Not!

- Now you know. - just paused, looking at her, the cop added, - So! You go with me to the office, from there let your parents take you. It is dangerous on the street late at night, and therefore the curfew is set so that, like you, pedophiles are not cut!

This "mentozavrik" was already going to remove her documents, as Nastya jumped up to him and quickly snatched her passport from her hands. Nichkin managed to turn sideways and pull aside a hand with documents, but those in his hand were no longer there. Nastya quickly gave a tear. The ment followed her for a while, but quickly fell behind.

Propelling through the alleys and through the courtyards, the girl finally stopped, breathing heavily. For about fifteen minutes she recovered her breath, standing in some unlit courtyard. She glanced at the clock, they showed three minutes of the second night. Hiding the passport in a pocket of light cotton trousers, black, shook off her hands and walked away from the yard, but ran into a group of drunken young people.

There were three of them, all with bottles of beer, funny and gorlopasty. According to Nastya herself, they were 19-20 years old. In the twilight of the courtyard was poorly visible, but one was very pretty by himself, just in her taste. If it were not for one “but” - he very disgustingly foul language, like a stupid gangster punks. And she hated mate.

The growth of the guys was about the same, that the clothes are not clear. Anastasia wanted to turn around, but she thought it was stupid and ridiculous to turn around and stomp in the opposite direction, just in that in which the guys were walking. So she proudly walked past them.

She was immediately noticed by the one on the right: “Hey! Do you want to spend time with funny guys? ”He smoked and the scarlet point of his cigarette stood out vividly against the dark wall of the entrance. Nastya didn’t say anything, just shook her head back and forth, saying “no” with this gesture, and moved to walk around the stopped three to the left, away from the smoker.He again asked the same thing, but this time there was resentment in his voice. Maybe in the dark they did not see how the girl shook her head, but when she passed the extreme left, he grabbed her hand and jerked to himself, hit the smell of fume in her face.

- you cho !? We trained politely asked! - In response, Nastya sharply smashed that forehead in the nose, with the words: "Fuck you!"

- Oh, you bitch! - exclaimed, the one that was cute, and smashed a bottle of beer on the asphalt. Catching more comfortable "rose" jumped to Nastya, but she already gave a tear a second time in a night. To her regret, and the joy of the trinity, it turned out to be much more difficult to run away from the young guys than from the fat cop. They caught up with her in a nearby alley, very short, only thirty meters, perpendicular, connecting the parallel streets, and with one end facing the embankment. There was a light in several windows, on the third floor and on the fifth.

When she was pushed into the back, the girl got off the run and, stumbling with her legs, crashed into a car parked at the sidewalk. It seems it was a Ford Focus. Immediately squealed alarm. Nastya was delighted with this shrill squeak, because it meant that someone would look out and see the drunks come to the rescue, or even call the cops.

She turned her face, and Nastya immediately moved her knee between her legs to the one who caught her. This one was with a broken nose, one of which she cracked her head. He put the block up quite deftly and as a result the girl only hurt herself painfully. With a hiss through his clenched teeth, he slapped a slap in the face, but he seemed to be waiting for something like this, because he did not let go of her. A guy with a "rose" ran up and put the sharp edges of the broken glass to her face. She instantly stopped struggling.

Then the sound of a slammed window leaf came from above. Nastya for the first time in her life regretted that there are egoists in the world and those who “have their own shirt closer”. At that moment, she felt uncomfortable with the fact that she lived all her life for herself and spit on everyone else.

Anastasia squinted her eyes and saw a slow-moving guy with a cigarette, in his second hand he held two bottles of beer. Then a guy with a broken nose hit her in the stomach and she caught her breath.

- Kostya, fuck her one more time! - fun suggested cute. Kostya, hit her again and this time let him go. Nastya slowly settled on the asphalt, pressing her back to the metal of the car. Finally a guy came up with a cigarette and put the beer near the bumper.

- And let's fuck this fucking? He suggested when he left the beer.

- Misha, what are you doing? - this was Kostya asking.

- And so, arrogance to fuck her down! - replied instead a pretty one.

- Arthur! You are a genius! That cho the institute! - Micah was delighted.

"Why am I not lucky with beautiful guys? ... All are assholes," thought Nastya trying to breathe in even a little bit of air.

Kostya stood in confusion and was pushed aside. Micah lifted Nastya and shook him properly with the words: “Do not rip, and then Arthur chops you up on your rags!” Without waiting for her reaction, pulled a short (to the navel) black t-shirt with silver hieroglyphs over her head. Then Nastya began to whine and spin, but Arthur slashed a “rose” on her shoulder and the girl screamed, loudly and loudly. But the scream instantly broke off, because Misha jabbed his fist into the stomach, knocking his breath.

After half a minute of ridiculous struggle, he pulled off her shirt and began eagerly kneading her naked breasts. A thin trickle of blood ran down his left hand. Having grabbed her chin, Micah forced her to look him straight in the eye: “Now you will see what kind of good guys we are!” - and kissed her passionately. Nastya again moaned in protest, but did not escape. The shoulder still burned with fire.

- People, you are quite akhiel! Well this is makrukha! - Kostya exclaimed in an unexpectedly sober voice. Anastasia squinted at him ....