After sending Luba, Max got into the car and drove to the nearest ATS. But it was enough for Makeev to drive 300 meters away from the house, and go onto the road, as the black Volvo immediately cut him off.

- Learn to ride, asshole! - Max strained through his teeth.

Suddenly, Volvo stopped, and two carts in black suits got out of the car. Not understanding what was the matter, Maxim also got out of the car.

- Any problems? - Makeev asked, trying not to show irritation.

- Yes. You, ”replied one of the bastards, walked over to Max, and with all the dope punched him in the stomach.

Maxim caught his breath. He doubled over and began to gulp air in his mouth. Ambal, who hit Max, grabbed him by the collar, and dragged him to Volvo. But he didn’t put Makeev in the salon, but shoved him into the trunk. The second guard saw that a guy from the red nine was taking them off his cell phone. Without thinking twice, the ambal went to the nine, smashed the glass with his elbow, and tore the telephone out of the hands of the unlucky operator.

“Get out of here, ghoul!” - the security guard barked at him, threw the phone on the asphalt, and broke it with his foot.

Frightened guy immediately hit the gas. Max, who did not understand anything, was taken to the club and brought into the building through the service entrance. After delivering Makeev to the owner's office, one of the guards walked out the door, and the second (he was Fedor) led Max closer to the table, and remained standing behind Makeyev.

- Well done, quickly worked, - Vadim praised the head of security.

- What the hell? Why ... - Max began to ask questions, but after Fedor punched him in the liver, he immediately fell silent.

- I ask the questions here, and you answer them. All clear? - asked Vadim.

- Nowhere is clearer! - answered Makeev in a stifled voice.

- Where is Margo?

There was no answer. Max tried to understand who the girl with whom he spent the night fell to the owner of the club.

“If she’s his girlfriend, then I’m sure to tryna. And if she stole him too, then for me everything is not so bad! ”- argued Max.

Seeing in the face of his interlocutor that he was trying to think of something, Vadim frowned, looked at Fedor, and nodded. The head of the security service took out a pistol and put it on Makeev’s temple.

“You have five seconds,” said Vadim.

- Yes, I do not know where she is! I don't know anything about her at all! - Max blurted out in one breath.

“And even if he didn’t have known you, Al Capone!” He added mentally.

“Since you don't know anything about her, then why the hell did she get in your car?”

- She just asked to give her a lift, and I agreed!

- Suppose. What happened next? - asked Vadim, closely watching the reaction of Maxim.

- And then she robbed me and ran away. It's all.

Lavrov saw Max keep back, but he still ordered Fyodor to lower his weapon.

- While free. If it turns out that you lied, it’s worse for you, ”he said, letting Fedor understand that the conversation was over.

Fedya grabbed Max by the collar, and pushed him out the door. Bringing Makeyev out into the street, Fedor slammed the door in his face.

- Here are freaks! - Max grumbled discontentedly, and then remembered that his unlocked car is now the devil knows where.

Makeev started to catch a taxi, but then he remembered that he was having problems with cash, and decided to get to the car under its own power.

Left alone with his thoughts, Vadim tried to understand where to look for Margot and her accomplice. The guys sent to the apartment Margo, of course, did not find anyone there.

“Most likely Margo is hiding in the apartment at the shooter. They must have broken a single bed, ”Vadim argued, not feeling a single bit of jealousy of the former lover.

At the same time, Lavrov mentally returned on the day when Margarita Kolesnikova came to get a job at his club.

(2 years ago)

“You are not suitable for us,” Vadim said in a businesslike tone, refusing another candidate.

“But you can still leave your phone number,” Egor, who was sitting on the sofa, smiled, and winked at the girl playfully.

Yegor Malenkov was a good friend of Vadim Lavrov. They studied together at the institute, but, unlike his friend, who decided to achieve everything on his own, Malenkov was a goner and a party-goer who stupidly littered his father's money. Malenkov Sr. got tired of it, and he gave his son an ultimatum: either he takes up the mind and finds work, or remains without money and without a car. Fearing that his father would fulfill his threat, Yegor began to ring up his acquaintances. However, only Vadim agreed to take Yegor to work. So Malenkov became the administrator of the club Vadim. Last week, one of the strippers quit, and Yegor did not even lift a finger to find a replacement for her. Vadim, who had time to regret that he had hired an old friend, was forced to arrange an interview for the applicants himself. This time, for the sake of diversity, Malenkov decided to attend the interview, though the sense of him was like milk from a goat. By and large, he only flirted with the applicants, and if it were not for Vadim, then Yegor would certainly have recruited them all. Lavrov, however, carefully looked at each applicant, and all the time he found some flaws: the first girl had a good figure, but the horse's physiognomy, the other was too shy, and constrained, and the third tried to put pressure on pity at all, reading that she needed contain seriously ill father and mother, which was a blatant lie. Dispatching the fourth candidate, who had an unusually nasty voice, Vadim promised himself that the fifth candidate would be the last one today.

- In vain. She would suit us, - Yegor expressed his opinion after the girl went out the door.

- To you for a single use - it is possible. But not for my club, - Vadim said flatly.

- Still as it came up. I tell you this both as a friend and as an administrator. Keep it simple, Vadik, and people themselves will reach for you.

- People are drawn to us, but they are not at all.

- So maybe the whole thing is ...

Another contender entered Vadim's office without knocking. Sexy brunette in a white blouse and blue skirt meticulously examined the club owner from head to toe.

“It was me who successfully entered,” the girl said with a smile, and then winked at Vadim.

Lavrov frowned. He was not used to being familiar with strangers. Especially if these people want to get a job.

- I would not be happy ahead of your time. I have already indicated to the previous applicants at the door. Why did you decide that you are more lucky? - asked Vadim.

“Because I thought that this club was owned by some old ruin, and not such a handsome one.” And also because I am not like others, the girl replied.

- I readily believe in it. What is your name, baby? - asked Egor.

- Margarita. For friends, just Rita. And for everyone else - Margo.

Yegor looked at Vadim and asked:

- We take?

Lavrov shook his head.

- Why? - Yegor was incredibly surprised.

- Because I decided so.

Not discouraged at all by this refusal, Margot went to the table at which Vadim sat, and leaned over.

- No need to hurry. I, like any person, have flaws. But I have much more advantages, ”she said, looking Lavrov in the eyes.

- What advantages are we talking about?

Margo smiled charmingly. This was the question she was waiting for.

“Well, firstly, I don’t have panties on now,” she said, and lifted her skirt.

Egor, who was sitting on the sofa, whistled as much as he noticed that Margo really had nothing under her skirt. Satisfied with the effect of the girl dropped her skirt.

- Secondly, I did not expect that you will be two. But this does not bother me at all. On the contrary, it is even better.

Vadim perfectly understood the meaning of the words of Margot, from which his friend in his pants became a bit cramped. The girl behaved like a real prostitute ...