In the morning I was woken by a knock at the door. This is the mother came to ask, did the twins come back? But they did not return. Mom went to the phone, even picked up the phone, but with a heart, she slammed the phone on the phone and did not call anywhere.

In the evening, my brother returned. With a two-day stubble, with hollow eyes, angry to the whole world. His car drove him to the house, but he was not driving. The car turned around and ... left.

From the threshold he asked for food, and without telling anything, he left to wash.

“The twins fled,” as soon as he got out of the shower, mother said.

“How did you run away?” He was taken aback.

“I scolded them too much, and they decided to punish me in this way,” my mother lowered her head guiltily.

“Did they call the police?”

- Another three days have not passed.

- They called?

- Once a hundred. They don't pick up the phone.

- Did their friends call?

- I've phoned.

Mom was almost crying.

- Mom do not worry - there will be.

He stroked her shoulder.

- I'll call now where necessary. They will find.

- Do not need the police! It will be a shame if we look for them with dogs, and they will sit and laugh in a barn somewhere! Can we, at first, try to find them ourselves?

- Okay, mom, do not worry. Now I am singing and deciding where we are going to search.

For a start, we collected things that could be useful to us, I called for work, that we would not be there for a couple of days, my brother took the money from the card so that, as usual, to pay for the brothers, and of course, to fill the car.

We decided to start the search with friends of our brothers. If you think that it took a little time, you are mistaken, because, as it turned out, the whole area knew this unlucky couple, and many called themselves their friends. Last we interviewed the clock at twelve at night, and weary returned home. And there was a surprise waiting for us: the father called someone from our brothers' friends and said that they seemed to (as it seemed to him!) Slept in his hay barn, and in the morning when he came to drive them out of there or at least ask what are they doing here - they have already left in an unknown direction. He told that he lived on the outskirts of our region, which gradually turned into fields, alternating with a forest on the horizon, where they sometimes went for mushrooms, and even hunted small animals.

A day had passed, any normal person of sixteen years of age was obliged to get hungry. But, the twins did not return. I slowly began to gnaw panic. I understand that we are severely punished for kidnapping, so this phenomenon is not as common as theft and car theft. But, what if this is exactly the case. Stop. So you can get to hysterics. We decided to talk to the informant one-on-one. Found his house (it turned out to be close). The house is an unfinished barn of three floors, half-roofed, with a pile of sand at the gate. A fat, short uncle came out - apparently the one that rang. He showed us a barn, to which, a little, about five meters, the fence had not been completed, and which stood wide open. Apparently because of the low cost of hay stored in the barn.

“Here I saw your guys, who, it seemed to me, were with backpacks and fishing poles. My blockheads brought them something to eat, since my wife left, and I have an urgent order. And they asked them to spend the night together in the hayloft. And to me that, since my children know them, it means they will not be hooligans or steal. I did not know that they had left the house, otherwise they would have delayed them before you came, ”the uncle tried to justify himself. “We don’t blame you for anything,” the brother shook his head.

"Well," he turned to me. - “What do you think, where to find them now?”

“I'm afraid in the forest,” I replied.

“We will not go there alone,” his brother answered with a sigh, took out a telephone and began dialing the number. - “Hello, is this the police? ...” and further on, what is usually said in such a situation.

“Damn, damn, damn,” cried a brother when he closed the phone.

- What happened?

- They promised to start the search tomorrow morning. Now what to do?

I saw that he was angry at a joke, and, coming close, I put an arm around his shoulders to calm him down a little.

“God, how sometimes I feel ashamed that I am their relative.”

- Nothing, all the great criminals also had brothers and sisters.

- And what if they ...

And then I saw the real tears in my brother's eyes. I do not remember him crying at least once in my presence, except for the sad occasion when he sobbed, locked himself in our room, and I tried to talk to him through the door.

- Do not cry, you're a strong ... man.

- What kind of a man am I - I can’t even beat my brothers well once, so that they are afraid to offend my mother.

In pitch darkness, along sleeping streets, hugging each other by the shoulders, like drunken revelers or just a guy with a girl, we returned home. Mom stood at the gate, clearly expecting to see the four of us.

- Well?

By head-winding, she realized that all was unsuccessful.

“Mom, we are going to the forest tomorrow with the police, please sew my gray jacket.”

- Son, you have a dozen jackets. Why gray?

- Mom, I will not go to the forest in good clothes, there will be no one to appreciate it.

However, until four in the morning, he measured almost his entire wardrobe to find the most suitable ensemble. I tried to endure this marathon, reclining on the couch in our room, but soon snuggled naked on a pile of his things. True, he would wake me up every now and then, pulling out some of his own things from under me from time to time. Guess he finally chose? - Leather leather jacket and very stylish jeans with lots of rivets, and sharp-nosed cossacks. No, the man obviously anywhere except the central streets of the city did not happen! I had to get up and find him the most unpresentable trousers, gray jacket and gray T-shirt, which he wore with a facial expression, as if the snake pressed itself to him. But without makeup, which I could hardly persuade him not to impose, without his beloved long earring in his left ear, he looked like a rather pleasant young man of a completely traditional orientation. “I'm as naked without makeup,” he grumbled. - “And if I meet some nice guy?”

“If he is your destiny, then he will not care how you look ...”, - with a barely noticeable sigh, I tried to show tolerance.

The next morning, when we sat in the kitchen and drank coffee, a strange car drove up to the house, a seemingly ordinary car. A minute later, a young smiling guy appeared in the kitchen in a field uniform with no insignia. Upon entering, he froze with a smile on the threshold, looking at me almost point-blank. With him came the smell of something very pleasant and fresh.

- Hello people. I came in peace. I will help you in finding your boys.

“Are you a cop?” Mom asked suspiciously.

- Oh, not really. I am a huntsman, like my grandfather, great-grandfather and father. And yesterday we received a call from the police asking for help in organizing searches in the forest. They do not have enough people, as they are involved in some large-scale events, so they called a specialist to organize everything economically.

- And the police?

- They are already in place. I was asked to go for you. Take some boys stuff and some photos.

In the huntsman’s car there turned out to be a lot of interesting things related to hunting and fishing. Moreover, it was clear that these things live here, and did not stay for a while.

On the clearing in front of the forest, at the end of the road trodden in a meadow, there was a bunch of police cars, people were rushing around. Dog handlers with dogs immediately caught the eye.

Man, about forty years old, ...