I reached the island very quickly. I did not even suspect such agility. Turning often, whether my find had fallen, I crossed these three kilometers in one fell swoop. Jumping ashore, I stopped, swept the white space to the island. Where to go? I did not want to fall off near the island under the ice, dragging this half-dead girl to the same place. I pulled the gun to give a signal, but Vovich jumped out onto the porch, threw up his hands. Looks through binoculars. I waved my hands, welcoming him, the warmth of the hut, the possibility of saving the freezing find. Vovich rolled out something like a wide sleigh, sat on them. The sound of a running motor slipped past me, hit the wall of trees, spread along the river bank. Motorization?

In the hut, we dragged her into an armful. Ira bothered, throwing logs, spreading a blanket on the table.

- Give alcohol! - Vovich straightened her legs girl. In such boots in the forest? Suicide. - Water boil!

- Already set! - She dived somewhere in the side, appeared with a large bottle full of liquid. - Strip the same!

The wet and ice-covered clothing broke out with ice with our hands, reluctantly yielding her body. The girl was unconscious, which helped and hindered us. Layer upon layer, we took off her clothes, wondering how it was possible to go into the forest so lightly dressed. Obviously from the city. Or maybe she got into some situation, from which only one way out - escape into the winter forest. Irina rummaged in the chest, taking out warm clothes, when we pulled off the dress from the lying girl, stopped.

- Why did you get up !? The women did not see? - Did she feel our actions with her back? - Let's strip her naked! And rub your feet! - And turning, gasped, pressed things to his chest. On the body of the girl lying three knolls stood out clearly - two breasts of the third size with surprisingly transparent circles of the paraoscapal region and a tummy under which blackened rectangular red hairs. - Edrёna same mother!

- What got up? Naked women did not see? - Vyovich sjéhidnichal, rubbing his hands with alcohol.

- Quickly! - She jumped to the table. - From the oven cast iron with hot water. Quickly!

She coughed from vodka poured into her mouth, brought her hand over her face, rubbing the remnants on her chin. Rosy, with wet hair, she looked like an alien diva from the Fifth Element movie at the time of her awakening inside a laboratory flask. Only that one had something resembling clothing, and only a chain with a cross on it.

- Alive? - Irina leaned toward her, caught her head. - Where does it hurt?

- Where I am? - She looked around, seeing us, was driven in, as if she wanted to jump off and throw herself into the street.

- Lie down. You're safe, all is well. - Irina stroked her red hair, made a hand sign - "pull the blanket."

Three hours later, she fell asleep. Irina all this time, having drunk her with some kind of herbal decoction, wrapping her in a warm scarf, left the room wearily, sat down at our table.

- And where are you, have you found it? - Irina looked at the curtain that acted as a door in that room.

- At a birch that, there, on a turn ...

- At the slingshot. - Vovich already gave me a poll, gave explanations. - And pitch it here.

- Hmm. - Irina shook her head.

- What is she? - Vovich nodded to me - "pour."

- I'm sorry, what? Is silent. - Irina pulled a pile to her. - Well, for the meeting.

- For the return. - I corrected.

- And back? - Vovich picked up the cabbage with his fingers, looked at the curtain.

- Returned.

While they melted down my house, for the time being, while this, in short, was already in darkness. I am on shifted shops, next to the stove, with a backpack under my head, Vovich and Irina in the bedroom, found in the guest room. I did not go to the corner room. Behind the wall is the bed of the couple Voviches, who were obviously going to fool around a bit at night. To me, already a week and a half who had not seen a woman, it would be difficult to lie behind the wall. Therefore, the reason for changing the situation in the hut was very plausible - someone else's woman in the hut. Outside, about strangers, Trezor will warn you, or simply Treshka, a dog who has strayed in the autumn, and inside you have to be on your guard. And nothing that the girl is in position, and even after a long walk through the forest.

She came out in the morning, as white as the shirt in which Irina dressed her. I caught it at the door, gently pressed my mouth, folded my hands, trying to scratch my eyes. Appeared sleepy Irina, in a scarf on a naked body, helped to take the fugitive back. She was clearly in some kind of complete unconsciousness. And although there was no lighting - a dim “bat” lantern - I realized that Vovich and Irina did not lose time in vain. The tummy clearly contrasted with the figure of Irina. Well done!

Until Vovic got up, I was sitting on a stool by the door, pressing the wooden block of the holster with my thigh. And I thought. Am I right that having retired, the donkey is here? What to do with Masha? With Victoria? How to be with parents? Although with what I got for my share should be enough for a long time. Or maybe bring them here? Fresh air, nature, again, their favorite garden can be broken here on the other side of the farm? Or will not go? OK let's see. By the new year they will be brought, we will sit down, talk, decide something. So I met a new day with complete confusion in my head. And as soon as I started restoring order in my drowned hut, Treshka pounded with a voice signaling about others. I pulled the gun, threw the sheepskin coat, moved into the street. Who brought?

Brought Victoria. Spiridon, who was sitting in a sleigh, famously shouting at the horse, turned off the small river, jumped over the small ice bank formed near the shore, and slowed down, almost at the gate to the shed. Victoria jumped off the sled, emerged from under the sheepskin, rushed to me around the neck, where she calmed down for a moment, like a child who returns home and hangs on her neck, feeling herself, therefore, safe. While the horse was being unharnessed, they were carrying things, they got to know each other, dinner came. Everyone who was at the table sat with the exception of the found one. She lay with her back to the world, looking at the wall, thinking about something of her own. So she lay all day. In the evening, when the sun gilded the tops of the trees, parting its rays, I dragged Victoria's suitcases to my hut. "My woman" let him live in my house. She did not mind, but was very happy. She called the real reason for her arrival later, when suddenly saved, who had come to our hut, who had called herself Elizabeth, had fallen asleep. In the meantime, she twittered, unpacking suitcases, shaking up things, having time to smack me on the cheeks. Than even brought me a little bit frightened. At this moment Elizabeth appeared on the threshold, supported by Irina and Spyridon.

- She said she would sleep where you sleep. - Irina, slightly behind, twirled a finger at a temple - a pier, the girl is strange. - Rested and that's it.

- Nothing. - Victoria looked at the girl with interest, noticed a tum, threw an interested look at me, her, Irina. - Come on, come on.

- Put it on the stove on the other side. - Irina put a big kettle with a decoction. - May it always be warm. And let him drink only that. And that'll get a cold and that's it! - What is it all, she did not explain, closing the door behind him.

- Girls. - I cleared my throat. Department of maternity hospital, shelter, harem in one hut. - Let's get settled for the night. - I didn’t have a special linen, but it was enough for everyone.

For Victoria came. She said so - “they came for me, but I washed away.” With some kind of seventh feeling, she caught them even on the porch, dived into the underground, where she sat, while the jeep with the lads, drove through the village and without receiving any leads, left home.She persuaded Spiridon to take her to me, and Masha agreed.

“You have no idea how much I hate my father for this!” She clenched her fists, hissing softly in my face. - Mates with any filth! With bandits, thieves. Bastard!

“You don't say that about your father.” - Well, I could not let her say that. Then he will grow up, change his point of view, and it will be a shame to remember it. - He still care about you. Looking for.

- Do you know why looking? - She pulled the shirt back, held ...