It was midsummer, it was hot outside, but in the Jura car, the airman kept him cool and was very comfortable to ride.
- Where to take you now? - Yura asked his friend Vasily.
- Home, where else.
- Do you leave money with you? Not afraid? Forty pieces of green is not all three rubles.
- Why are they afraid of me? - I answered a question to Vasily. In truth, he was afraid of shame, rising to two meters, weighing under a hundred, and even in the past, a paratrooper. - Especially tomorrow the money will be needed. Well, the fact that I will stay in the bank until I find the car.
Vasily lived with his daughter, he was for her and dad, and mom and best friend. This year, in January, she turned 16 years old, and she was going to go to honey. institute.

He knew that her daughter had studied well, and was seriously preparing for admission. But still, in secret from his daughter, he decided to secure her. I found a necessary rector through a friend, talked to him, and he said that for 10,000 bucks he would arrange everything. There was no such money, and he decided to sell his jeep. He bought it when things were going well at the company, now that the crisis was patting them, there was no such free money at the company. Previously, it is easy to take the desired amount, but not now. Therefore, selling the car, he solved the financial issue with the rector, could buy a less sophisticated car for himself, and run the remaining money back into the business, which had already begun to rise and even a small Fin. infusion help him. A daughter, he was going to say that the car changed only because of problems at the company. In general, according to his alignment, it turned out "Both the wolves are fed and the sheep are whole."

They drove up to the house.
- Yur, let's go have a dinner. - Vasily offered to his friend. - Nastya probably prepared something delicious.
- Not. - refused Yura. - I still need to call in for my wife, but she does not like horror when I am late.
Yura was not a bad guy, but he was completely dependent on his wife. She was both a breadwinner and a hostess in the house. He obeyed her in everything, and even feared. He could not get away from her, although sometimes he really wanted this. I could not because he simply had nowhere to go, and nothing to live on.
“Well then, see you tomorrow.” Thanks for helping. And I’ll take a car, we will wash it, and you’ll take your wife with you so that I’m not looking for you.
- Ok, thanks for the invitation. - Yura said, and pressed the accelerator pedal.

Vasily took a step toward the house, but he stopped, looked at his watch, it was half past five. And he thought, “Why the hell do I need that kind of money at home? The bank works up to six, I’ll put them on the account, the car is still not in mind, it will be necessary to transfer to the company anyway from my account. And for the rector to brake the chervonets, what would follow him not to enter the bank tomorrow. ” The bank was located around the corner, so that after five minutes he handed over the money and filled out the documents.
Leaving the bank, he went home, ten minutes later he was standing on the threshold already inhaling the smell of fragrant borscht, which the daughter prepared for his arrival, and this alerted him, the daughter prepared the borsch very tasty, but for special reasons, it was their custom.
- Mmm ... how delicious it smells! Hello daughter. - He came up and kissed her cheek. - We are waiting for someone? Or is it all for us loved.
- Hello papules. It's all for our loved ones - reassured his daughter.

She did not know, but he really worried when she cooked something delicious, he expected that under a good table she would introduce him to her fiancé. And then he would soon move away from him, and he did not want to part with her. He understood that it was stupid, and tried to prepare himself for it, but such fear returned every time the kitchen smelled like a holiday.
- I'm in the shower, and then at the table. - He said leaving the kitchen.
First, he went to his room and threw money for the books on the shelf, then went to the bath, and stood in the shower. “If we don’t wait for anyone, this is already good ... But I wonder what she wants to ask? ...”He got out of the shower, dried himself off, put on a leotard and T-shirt, and headed to the kitchen where the table had already been laid. On the table were sour cream, peeled garlic cloves, chopped lard, and neatly sliced ​​black bread. He sat down at the table. My daughter started pouring borsch in plates, put the first one to him, asked herself the second and did not sit down at the table:
- Dad one hundred grams will you? Get vodka?
- It depends on what my daughter wants to ask for. - He said with a smile, - And then you are already an adult and you can request this, that it’s not something that a hundred grams and the bottle will not help me.

She smiled, sat closer to him and, looking into her eyes, said:
- Dad, I'm so predictable, right?
- Let's better think that I'm so quick. - smiled back at her father. - Say what you want.
My daughter smiled wider than my father's words. Then she made her look full of prayer, from which her father always melted and to refuse him even more difficult, said:
- Dad, let me go for a week with Vika to their dacha.
- For this you have too little soup cooked, I'll die in a week without you starving. - Father began jokingly to bargain, that my daughter would cut off at least a couple of days.
- Dad, well, I'm serious. - Did not want to give him a daughter. And she continued with a smile. - And you call some Madame, she will feed you and give you some water. And to spend the night with her you will be much more interesting than with me.
She finished with a victorious smile, hoping that she provided very weighty arguments.
- Okay. - The father said, realizing that not letting her be stupid. He knew Vika, knew her parents. Completely prosperous family. She went to them before, but only on weekends, and then a whole week. He felt sad. - Well, let's pour my fighting one hundred grams.
She jumped off the spot, smacked him on the cheek:
- Thanks dad! - And quickly approaching the refrigerator, I took out half a bottle of vodka, which he had been drinking for half a year, only on special occasions.

She poured, then took off the apron in which she was cooking, and sat down at the table. Only now he noticed that under the apron she was wearing the “On the way out”. He drank, ate, and asked:
- Are you leaving right today? Looking at night?
- Do not go tomorrow morning.
He looked once more at his daughter from head to toe. She was wearing a topic, she wore it without a bra, and her chest was very clearly visible through it, and a short skirt that looked more like a wide belt.
- Do you know what your outfit is called? - He asked his daughter, and without waiting for her options he answered. - It is called "The Call to Violence."
- Dad, come on, now all the young people are walking like that, and nothing more. - The daughter began to protest whimsically.
- Well, at least you should put on a bra, you have a serious chest, and not like the others only hints.
- It's hot, dad.
He wanted to add something else to convince his daughter, but the doorbell rang. “Probably neighbors,” he thought.
- I'll open. - He said to his daughter and went to the door.

Opening the door, he was immediately hit by a strong blow to the face. The blow was professional, so he lost consciousness even before he fell. He woke up tied up on the floor in the hall, his mouth was covered with scotch. Glancing around the room, he saw that three masked men scouring the shelves, shelves and cabinets. His daughter was sitting on a chair in the middle of the room, right in front of him, also connected with her mouth taped with tape, a thin stream of blood flowed from her nose, in her eyes there was horror and a complete lack of understanding of what was happening.
- ABOUT! Woke up! - Said the most puny of the three. - Grandmas where?
He came and kicked Basil in the stomach. Immediately came the most healthy of the three, sat down, and began to speak in a low voice?
- I'll open my mouth to you now, won't you scream? - Vasily nodded his head in agreement. Bugay unstick a piece of scotch. - Where's the money?
- Guys ...