Andrei was waiting. And he waited for quite some time. The object of his expectations was greatly delayed. A young black-haired girl, his former classmate, was supposed to come home at nine o'clock. But it was already the eleventh hour. It was dark outside, which made his plan much easier - in the dark there is less chance to get someone else's attention. But at the same time, confidence grew that today she would not return home at all, and his expectation would be in vain.

When he was smoking the eighth cigarette, he heard the clatter of heels at the entrance to the gateway. Almost finished cigarette butt flew onto the asphalt and was immediately extinguished by the sole of the shoe - you should not reveal its presence with a cigarette light. A few seconds later, the girl herself appeared - he saw a slender figure in a loose short skirt with a small bag on her shoulder. The remaining items of clothing were hardly considered in the dark. She quickly rushed past, without even noticing Andrei, who was leaning against the wall. He followed her. The girl went into the yard and turned to the first entrance. Trying to go quietly, Andrew followed her. The intercom said in a metallic voice, “Come in, the door is open,” and, opening the door wide, she went inside. At the entrance on the first floor there was no light, which means that everything was developing more successfully.

Andrei ran up and managed to hold the closing door. There was no need to run — it was wide open and closed very slowly — but I didn't want to risk it. He silently went inside. The girl shifted from foot to foot in anticipation of the elevator. The number 8 on the display was shining. Andrew figured out - from the eighth floor the elevator will go down for about twenty seconds. So, he has enough time until the moment when the elevator doors open, the girl will go inside and, turning to press the button, will see it. Stepping softly, he approached her: he climbed several steps that led to the landing with the doors of the ground floor apartments and the elevator doors. On the way, he fished out a handkerchief folded in half for the density of his pockets with his left hand and a bottle of clonidy for his right. Having twisted the cork, he generously splashed the contents onto the handkerchief, and, closing the bottle, sent it into place. C his steps nor heavy breathing - the excitement made itself felt. On the scoreboard above the elevator doors the number “5” caught fire. The decisive moment was coming, and it was impossible to delay further.

The girl's flowing hair fell to the middle of the back. Andrei lunged forward. His right hand grabbed his hair. With a circular motion of the hand, he wrapped them around the palm of one turn so that his hand was at the back of the head, and pulled at himself. From fright, the girl issued either a scream or a sob, but then his left hand with a handkerchief soaked in clonachine lay on her face, holding both her mouth and nose at the same time. At the same time, he accidentally hooked the posting with his hand and snatched the earpiece from her ear - that is why she did not hear it.

He abruptly pulled her hair to the right, dragging his thin body behind him, but then, changing the direction of movement, he pulled to the left, turning his body and putting her hip to meet her. She flew over him and slammed dully sideways on the floor of the platform, uttering a moan, almost unheard of through a handkerchief and palm. Andrew fell on his left knee and pressed on the handkerchief, pressing her head to the back of his chest. It now remains to wait until the pairs of clonidine act. Only now, after the first shock, did the girl begin to make sense of what happened. He jerked several times, threw her legs on the floor, bent her whole body, trying to break free. Her right hand with spread fingers, decorated with long nails, shot back over the right shoulder, aiming at the face, and if lucky, in the eyes of the attacker. Andrei managed to move his head to the left and his nails, just clawing him on the forehead, slid off and grabbed his shoulder.Without loosening the pressure on the handkerchief, he tore off her hand with his other hand and painfully twisted it, making the girl barely hear a scream - the handkerchief jammed all sounds.

The elevator doors opened with a yellow light on the landing and two struggling bodies on it. The girl shook her head and tried to scream, but only a choked low was heard. Without waiting for the passenger, the elevator closed, again plunging the platform into the darkness.

Here, Andrew felt that the resistance of his victim weakened and attempts to escape escaped. Movement has become much slower and weaker. Soon she fell silent. Just in case, Andrei waited, having counted to thirty. The girl did not move and now was one hundred percent off.

Straightening up, he put the handkerchief into his pocket, took out the phone and, turning on the built-in flashlight, scanned the area. He did not see any objects that would fall out of his pockets and could lead to thoughts of an attempt. Throwing a woman's handbag over his shoulder, he picked up a girl — her head hung over his chest — and went down. Coming out of the entrance, he went to the car parked next to, opened the rear door and put the girl on the seat, just in case, covering the rug. At first there were thoughts to shove her in the trunk, as the characters of gangster films do, but he quickly refused such an idea - if traffic cops suddenly slowed down, he can say that the girl just drank too much or was tired and fell asleep on the way, but if she was found in case of a random search in the trunk, it will not cause problems. He looked around - the yard was completely empty, no one saw him. Having started the car, he drove into the arch and rushed, picking up speed. The whole operation took less than five minutes ...

2

Andrei arrived at his house in ten minutes. Shutting down the engine, he went out and looked around carefully again. There was no one. Opening the door of his entrance, he went inside and listened - there was no one on the grounds. Then he returned to the car, again took the girl in his arms, just in case he grabbed her purse and stomped upstairs. He did not take the elevator; it would be stupid if the doors were opened on his floor, and he stumbled upon a neighbor who left the apartment suddenly. Any possible witnesses should be avoided. He climbed to the fourth floor, dropping the victim's legs to the floor and holding it with one hand, opened the apartment door. Just slamming the door behind him and closing it on all the locks, he sighed with relief.

The extremely risky adventure was carried out, although at any moment the whole plan could collapse. He had never been involved in kidnapping a man, and even more so he never thought that he could manage to do this alone. And still managed. But the game was worth the candle - now in his hands was a girl who always attracted him and which he always wanted. And she was in full power. At the same time, no one can even guess that she is here, therefore, no matter where they look for her, the police will not enter it. In addition, this girl once very sadly responded to his courtship, but this is minor compared to how she betrayed his best friend, putting him on the brink of suicide. That is why he decided on this abduction. And that is why he can not limit himself in the media - she deserves any punishment, no matter how cruel it is.

Andrew brought the girl into the hall. Throwing it on the sofa, he tightly curtained the curtains and only then turned on the light. The girl was sleeping, breathing heavily, her stripes scattered, partially covering her face. Her name was Katya. This name in Greek means "pure, immaculate." True, such a meaning of the name did not fit in with the slut Katya was.

Only now Andrew was able to look at it: not once dyed black hair of medium length with cropped bangs, on the face is a layer of makeup, plump lips under the glamor-pink layer with a gloss of lipstick stand out. White blouse, black skirt to mid-thigh, tights in a large mesh.Andrey was always excited by such tights, but at the same time he always believed that only sluts could afford to wear them. Her feet were sandals with high heels.

The clothes on her would only prevent what Andrei was going to do with her, therefore, he immediately unbuttoned ...