As soon as Max and Margo had just left the house, an ambush was waiting for them in the courtyard. Three operas, disguised as janitors, snatched their weapons, and ordered Max and Margot to lie down on the ground and put their hands behind their heads. A couple rushed to run. No sooner had the fugitives left the courtyard, as the road was blocked by a special forces van, from which armed fighters jumped out. Max panicked and snatched the gas pistol. This was the last thing he did. Under the frightened screams of Margot, the special forces literally riddled Makeyev. The girl fell to her knees, and covered her face with her hands. As soon as someone touched her shoulder, Margo started, and woke up.

- Will you have coffee? - asked Maxim.

Just a dull dream, she thought with relief, and nodded.

A minute later, Max brought her hot coffee along with cakes. He managed to buy them at the nearest store while Margot was sleeping.

- I can expect that you will not throw out any nonsense if I leave you alone? - asked Maxim straight.

- Are you going somewhere? - asked Margot, biting off a small piece of cake.

- On intelligence. I go to the mentovka, find out how are the searches of my car, and at the same time I will try to carefully find out what the cops are going to do next.

- Do not do this! - Margo exclaimed in alarm, and put a cup of coffee on the floor.

- Do not worry you so. Everything will be fine.

- Of course it will be. If you do not go to the mentovka. But what if the duty officer recognizes you or those two opera-like operas?

- Do not know. Promise that you will not leave the apartment.

- Yes, you go!

Max literally understood this and left the room. Margo crossed her fingers.

- Okay! If this is so important to you, I promise that I will not leave the apartment! She shouted through the door.

Max did not believe her promise too much, but he hoped that Margo would have enough sense not to stick out until he returned. Just before he left, he entered the room, promised Margot that he would settle everything, and then left. The mentovka was just a pretext, while in fact Max was going to visit a completely different place. As soon as the entrance door slammed behind Makeev, Margo immediately rushed to the window. Looking around the yard, and not finding there suspicious "janitors", she began to dress hastily. She was not going to stupidly sit on the ground and wait until everything settles, or until Max is caught. Since she did not have the key to the apartment, Margo simply closed the door and went out into the street. Near the entrance, she ran into Lyuba and Julia.

- Max is at home? - asked Lyuba.

“Left a couple of minutes ago,” said Margot, and walked around Luba.

- Wait! Give me the key!

- The door is not locked! - threw Margo on the move.

Moving away from the entrance for a couple of meters, Margo stopped, and then turned around, and carefully looked at Lyuba’s companion, whose face seemed familiar to her. Without remembering where she had seen her before, Margo went on.

- Didn't the cops tie her up? - Julia asked, looking Margo after.

“They both tied it up and let it go,” Luba lied.

She was aware of what happened in the cops, because Max called her last night and told her everything. Hearing that her brother had taught her, Lyuba was infuriated, but by that time it was too late to change anything. Going into the porch, the girls climbed to the desired floor. After Yulia walked her to the door, Lyuba suggested that she come for a visit, but she refused.

- Sorry, but I have to go to school. Let's call in the evening? - suggested Julia.

- Come on, - Lyuba agreed.

The girls kissed passionately at parting, after which Lyuba went into the apartment, and Yulia started down the stairs.

***

- And you're a desperate guy. Break into mentovka, make such a stir, and all for the sake of some selling girls. Did she appreciate it? - asked Vadim.

Max clenched his fists, and mentally reminded himself that he had come to the club not to clean up Lavrov’s face, but to come to an agreement with him.

“I appreciated it or not - it's not your business,” replied Maxim restrainedly.

Upon arriving at the club, Makeev demanded that he be escorted to Vadim, but Lavrov was not there. Fedor called his employer and informed about the visitor. He also offered to slightly mash Max, and then deliver to the mentovka. The fact that it was Maxim who made an escape for Margot, Vadim did not hesitate a bit, but decided to postpone Makeev’s extradition to the guards. He was curious about what made Max voluntarily come to him, and even insist on meeting.

“You were the cops at Margot.” We both know that she has nothing to do with the attempt! - Max said the tone of an experienced prosecutor at the trial.

Vadim wearily rubbed his temples.

- Let's do without lyrics. You insisted on meeting not to tell me what a goat I am. Or I'm wrong? - Lavrov asked.

- You are not mistaken. What do you want in return?

- In exchange for what? - did not understand Vadim.

“For getting behind Margo.” You can give a go-ahead to the cops, so that they stop looking for her?

Vadik grinned.

- Can. For this I need only make one phone call. The head of the department has a very good relationship with my uncle.

- What do you want for this call?

“Funny. This fool is asking for Margo. For this two-faced, selfish deceitful bitch. And this is at a time when the cops are looking for him! ”Thought Vadim.

However, Lavrov also did not respond with a categorical refusal. He liked the stubbornness of the interlocutor, so Vadik decided to give Max a chance. Ghostly, but still a chance.

- 10 million, - put forward his condition.

- 10 million of what?

Lavrov smiled.

- If you want, dollars, but it will come down and rubles. I had to fork out to find Margo. Consider it as damages and compensation for moral damage. Or have you changed your mind?

- Agreed. I'll get the money! - hastily blurted out Max.

Vadim was incredibly surprised, but did not comment on the statement, thrown so hastily.

- I advise you to hurry. And then you never know what, ”said Vadim instead of saying goodbye.

After leaving the office of Lavrov, Max mentally cursed himself for stupidity. He had no idea where to get so much money.

“Unless ... No, nonsense. Although ... Maybe a ride! ”- flashed through Maxim’s head.

Taking out a mobile phone, Max dialed the number of the old Jew.

- Hello, Yakov Natanovich. Tell me please, do you have a realtor friend?

***

Meanwhile, Margot entered the apartment of Pavel Belenko. Leaving the station, she hid the key to the apartment for the mailbox in case you need to return. This case presented itself before Margo assumed. During the celebration of his last birthday, Pavel went over a little with a drink, and told Margot in secret that he kept the left trunk secretly taken from the crime scene at home.

“If I remembered the words of Pasha before, the hell cops would take me!” Thought Margot, closing the front door.

The problem was that Margo had no idea exactly where Paul kept the gun. Break the whole apartment upside down, the girl never found a weapon. Margot's frustration had no limits. Having finished the search, the girl went to the bathroom and washed. And then it dawned on her that she was looking far from everywhere. Peering first under the sink, and then under the bath, the girl found a small blue bundle there. Pulling out the bundle and blowing off the dust from it, Margo took out a pistol with a full clip.

“Thank you again for everything, Pasha,” she thought, hiding the weapon behind her belt.

Taking the trunk, Margo left the apartment of Pavel Belenko, and began to descend. On the stairs, she ran into investigator Grachev. Noticing the fugitive, Semyon dropped the folder, and reached for his weapon, but Margo got ahead of him. Directing the trunk to the investigator, the girl ordered him to follow her. Returning to the apartment, Margo ordered Semyon to turn out her pockets.

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