Prologue

Black, silent, booming from a desolate city. Like a cave.

Here it is at half past night.

"Since there is no one, there is nothing to be afraid of ..."

Laura stomped home from a friend. Ancestors left, leaving her on the farm. Of course, she put on a skirt half a meter shorter, protruded Lenka for three hours longer and poured a beer and a half more bottles than usual.

The extravaganza never came, and disappointed Laura tried to fill her up, thinking about how she walked through the night ... well, Manhattan, or Vegas - all of herself is so cool and sexy, she is not afraid of anyone, and Cthulhu herself is not fuck, even if such a thought comes to his mind (or whatever is in his place).

Therefore, Laura strutted as she never would have decided during the day: wagging her booty, shoulders and whole body like a disturbed duck. Beer and lukewarm, which stood for the second day, did their work, and it seemed to Laura that a whole cloud of pheromones enveloped her. At home a deserted apartment was waiting and needing to sleep. Tomorrow will be the most depressing March 8 in her life ...

—... Fucking chick, eh, Dimon?

- Fuck your feet!

- Do you know how to suck?

She was suddenly surrounded by a gang of boys, who appeared out of nowhere, out of the dark.

Laura did not even realize at once that she needed to be afraid. And when she understood, she screamed so that somewhere an echo rang out.

- Not stsy, fuck, - the boys said busily, plugging her mouth. But she managed to shout several times:

- Kolayayayay! ... Kolayayayay! ... Niiiiiluyut! ..

Kolya she kissed the day before yesterday. He lived in the next house.

She was hit and she fell ...

- Hey, boys, pizdim from here - suddenly said someone. - This Kohl himself will not work, and bring the cops, I know, fuck.

- Sssuka! - she was kicked and left on the asphalt.

Checkmate and spitting out little by little. When Laura got up and wandered like an old woman, Kohl appeared.

- Lorke? Come on? Did you scream?

Laura was silent. Then she poked him in the shoulder.

- Do not really chtol? I almost went to bed. Do you really know what time it is?

- Kolchik ... They beat me ... - Laura whined.

- Beaten? Than? Feet? - inquired Kolya.

- I do not know ... Maybe their feet ...

- So, Lorke, you just chode me, do not you understand? Already, damn, one in the morning, the morning is almost. And so vkontakte zaebal, head like a TV ... I, in short, went to sleep.

- And ... what, and you do not spend me?

- And what do you see off? Well you live near here, - he sincerely surprised. - Come on, come on, run off the backs, and then beat them again with your feet.

Pleased with his humor, Kolya walked back.

For a minute or two, Laura stood rooted to the spot. Then she suddenly ran back to where the boys had gone.

After two yards, she caught up with them.

- Guys! She cried. - Guys! I agree!

- Che? - turned the guys.

- Agree! De ... do with me what you want.

- Hey, Dimon, this is that chick. To provoke fucking come? Do you take pont, sssuka? Pussies have long been given? - The boys moved to Laura, and she rushed away, without dismantling the road.

For some time she was persecuted, then she fell behind, and she ran by inertia.

She wanted to burst, dissolve in the dark, wanted not to be, just not to be, so that there was nothing behind this night ... The forces ran out, and she changed her run a step, heavy like an Iron Tinman, then froze in the middle of some the yard, and then sat right on the asphalt, shuddering with sobs that gave sparks to the eyes.

Not to be. Not to be...

Somewhere in the beautician was a razor. Cheek through the veins - and run out onto the pavement, pour into nowhere, become part of Mother Darkness ... Without suffering, without pain ...

1.

- So. All is well?

Someone's hands took her by the shoulders.

The razor fell out, jenknuv in the dark. Laura, already tired of crying, howled twice as loud.

- No, this is a rhetorical question, of course. I understand that everything is bad. But to sit on the ground is still not necessary.

- Geeeeeeeee! ..

- Come on, come on...

Hands grabbed her under the mittens and hoisted her sprawling legs.

- Here! Another thing. At least you can stand, albeit with help.

Laura slammed into an unknown chest, nuzzling her sweater. He smelled of coniferous dezik.

- Well! You can not be so gullible. Of course, I will stroke you on the head, - the hand really began to stroke it, and quite gently, - but how do you know: what if I am a maniac? Villain barmaley? BUT?

Laura was silent. The hand continued to stroke her, and that was enough.

- So. You can stand, albeit with help. And go? I will provide you with outside help, but that's not the point. If you can't walk, I'll have to carry you. And this is not outside help, but hard labor, do you understand?

Laura snorted against the desire.

- I'm sorry, what? I can not hear.

- I do not want domooooy, - she suddenly burst into tears in the third sitting. - I don’t want ... Empty ... apartment ... no one at home ... ancestors to Thailand ... on the fifth day only ...

- So. Empty apartment, and in it instead of the ancestors - Babay. Shaggy such biting. Or the Gray Top. All right

Laura snorted again, even though she tried to cry.

- Well. Then I can invite you to my house. Is going?

“Ah ... aah ...” Laura looked up for the first time. The sweater turned into a shorn head.

“I can't promise you anything.”

Laura looked her head in the eyes.

- You wanted to ask: how can it be, home to an unfamiliar man, and even at night, eh? So I tell you: I can not promise anything. How it will be, so it will be. But this is your choice. I do not force anything.

“And if I go, are you, like ...” Laura spoke hoarsely, not recognizing her voice.

—... Like, scout you for sex? It is not excluded. Judge for yourself: you already cried to me the whole sweater, and I stroked your head. And this is only two minutes. What will be next?

Laura froze.

- OK OK. Consider joking. “You are a fool, boatswain, and you are foolish jokes” - do you know such an anecdote? Let's go to. Tell me who hurt you. Let's go to...

He led Laura to the nearest entrance, and she resignedly followed him, hanging on his arm.

2.

—... And you know, when your eyes are not as red-black-peremayukannye, like a panda, a patient with conjunctivitis ... then you are very personal.

- No, I'm terrible. I'm a freak, - answered Lera, making a tragic face.

- Do not suffer garbage. At your age there are no freaks. At your age there are only stupid pigalitsy who do not know their worth. How old are you? Nineteen?

- Here you go. If I'm a fat hippo, is it already nineteen?

- You're not fat, and certainly not a hippo. Behemoth masculine, let's start with this. You're just a physically mature girl, and this is very good, just wonderful. Here are just a piercing in you so much that you can be passed on scrap ... So how much do you?

Laura looked at her savior. It was impossible to understand when he was joking and when he was not.

- Judging by the silence, your answer is “zero” ... Well, say: “I am beautiful”.

- What for?

- Then. Come on! Three four...

“I am beautiful,” Laura gundosila.

- unconvincing. Let's!

- Well, nafig? I'm not ...

- What does not mean? You just do not know how to paint. Goths and beauty are two incompatible things. Nalepila centner ink on every eye and think that caught Lucifer by the left horn. And you do not love your body. Understand, this art is to love your body. If you do not love him - no one will love him.

- And why love him? - asked Laura.

- So. Well, take off your clothes.

- What?

- Come on, come on!

- But how?

- What are you, show how?

“But ... In short, I'm without a bra.”

- So what? You think I haven't seen girl boobs?

It was so unbelievable that ... the feeling of a long-awaited extravaganza extravagantly stirred up her nerves, and Laura quickly undressed into panties, never taking her eyes off a stranger.

- Do you even like to call something? And I still will not know to whom ....