years doing this thing, but still not wiser.

- As for your request, then, alas, I can not help you. I can not close a case that is already closed. But, since you yourself voluntarily decided to thank me, you can thank me for not resuming the case. Something tells me that it will not be beneficial for you if the sperm residues extracted from your deceased aunt's body are checked for compliance with yours?

While he was lighting a new cigarette, instead of the one that ended, I was sitting and could not get over it. It was a bluff. Bitch couldn’t do anything to me, the policeman didn’t believe her then, she just allowed me to see him in order to intimidate and take me to fear, sure that I would never risk checking, and I took the risk.

- Given the delicacy of the situation, I would say 500.

He sat and looked at me with contempt. But I did not take it personally. All this was done by another person, not illuminated by Olya with love, and he is no more. It does not matter that we share with him one body, all this is in the past. I have a happy life ahead of my beloved woman, and this is all nonsense. Of course, my aunt would hardly have agreed with me, but what could I do now? How could my misfortune and suffering help me correct what I did?

Looking back, I myself could not believe that everything had come to this. But precisely, some surrealism of my past life allowed me to keep hope for the future. It all seemed more like a terrible dream than what happened to me.

It was necessary to turn the page and move on. We exchanged business cards and agreed that I will bring money tomorrow afternoon.

When I came to work, Bitch pounced on me with shouts and threats, but I didn’t pay attention to her, just walked past and went to collect money from my whelps, I had almost 450 thousand, went to the bank, I added another 50 to them. Arriving home, I left them while there, changed clothes and returned to my Olenka. The night we spent together was magical. Filled with ease and deliverance. I can start a new life. I was not sorry for the money, it is good that they will not. Let nothing more connects me with the past by me.

The next day, satisfied and happy, I went to work. I deleted all traces of my actions at work. I didn’t even want to keep my opportunity to return to my dirty business. Even if the thought of this is just in case, it will just spoil all my happiness with Olga in the far distant corner of my mind.

I decided to start with the computer of the Bitch, and when I was ready to delete everything, I saw her too contented face. It became too interesting to me why she was so happy there and I turned on the sound, but she just smiled and looked dreamily out the window, looking impatiently at her watch.

Not keeping my curiosity, I decided to look at the last entry and find out what it was up to. I had just a little bit left before my life filled with happiness, it was impossible to allow her to spoil everything for me.

Recording began around 10 pm, Bitch furiously rushed about the apartment. Crushing everything around and cursing me. Then she sat down at the computer and started looking for something in it. An hour passed, then another half an hour. Finally, she began to smile at something, after sitting for about 5 minutes thoughtfully, she picked up the phone and rang the bell. For half an hour I listened as she calmed her husband and tried to make peace. And at the end of the conversation asked to give her the number of his friend burglar, which he told.

Then she called again and began to make an appointment.

- No, you need to do right now. You need to search for a photo, and an external hard drive. Which one? I do not know which one? Orange like.I saw that he constantly brings him to work, but never leaves him and watches him very carefully, he must be hidden somewhere near his home.

- Yes, he is not at home today. He lives alone, it means there will be empty.

- Yes, I know that you do not work without preparation and, when in the house, someone is. Yes, no one will be.

- Of course, payment will be double.

For several hours she just sat near the computer and waited for something, glancing constantly at the phone.

Then the doorbell rang and Bitch left the frame. A few minutes later she returned, accompanied by a man in dark clothes. He put on the table the painfully familiar disk and money.

- Is it that everything was kept in his house?

The man just nodded.

- How many are here? ... Half a million. But why does he need so much? Where was he going to spend it?

The man shrugged and continued to sit, still in silence.

- And there was something else? Photo, note, note, at least some hint?

The man stood up and handed her a district police card.

- Just this?

He nodded and left the frame, and Bitch stood in silence for a few minutes, looking at the business card and thinking. Then she turned off the computer and went to bed. When the recording went again, she already spoke on the phone.

“Those words to you, that bastard, mean something?” He is a murderer, what can the word given to such a person mean, if you can call it that?

- I understand that the matter is in your word, not his ...

- Well, well, well, I understood, you gave the word and you are a man of honor. But what if he can not come today, then your word will be free? ...

- Naturally I will give as much.

- Then I will call you in the evening when he does not come and we will agree on a meeting and discuss all the details of the future business ...

I turned off the video. I lost. It does not even make sense for the local policeman to call: I cannot collect half a million in 2 hours.

Only one thing did not give me rest: Bitch sat all evening in frustration and could not think of anything. And then at half past twelve, she learned from somewhere that I was not at home and would not be at home. But how? A spark of awareness pierced me, for a few seconds I found Oli's twitter, scrolled through the recordings with photos of her lunch and smiles against the window, saw our morning photos and exactly at 23:30, she was sleeping on her bed and signed: light

How doomed I went home, halfway I realized that, actually, why not go there? I have nothing there, only a couple of things, and those will soon be taken away from me. All I had was a couple of days, maybe weeks at liberty and the opportunity to end my life early, without the help of prison, if I wanted.

I lost.

I played too risky. Again underestimated the enemy and hurried. What cost me last time to play a slave, and then today everything would be over. And now it's over. I walked and thought, where was I wrong? What is wrong? In my thoughts I went to the bank and withdrew the remnants of money, since I had a couple of days left, I had to go off them in full. Eh, right now would get the Bitch and play with her, but it is unlikely she will be substituted. I will go to Olenka and spend at least the last days with her ...

Olga! Yes! For sure! This is not me lost! This creature set me up! This is all her fault! I learned everything, I figured everything out, but this Creature set me up!

In a frenzy, saying to myself the curses directed at her twitter-dependence, I went to her and thought about how she set me up and how I would settle for that.

As soon as she opened the door for me, I rushed inside and hit her in the stomach. At first I wanted to do something similar and limit myself, but as soon as I hit her, I realized that this was not enough for me. I slammed the door and, clutching her hair, dragged her into the bedroom. She tried to squeal and fight back, but all her sports, could not help, against a man 20 kg heavier than her. Having caught the moment, I hit her in the chest, and, while she bent over trying to catch her breath, I threw her on the floor and several times kicked her. I went to the kitchen, found a scotch there and sealed her mouth, after having shoved my handkerchief into it.