- It seems to me, dear, - said Inessa, - That the potential of the filly has dried up. It's time to find her a replacement.

“I don’t think so, honey,” objected Anna, “The horse can once again perform at the upcoming races.”

- And if she loses? The woman asked warily.

“Well,” the trainer paused, but then continued, “Shoot the horses out.”

- Well, we agreed, - in Inessa’s voice, there were notes of irritation and discontent, - But I don’t like to lose.

“I, too,” Anna replied with a grin. “Moreover, the amount is quite impressive at stake.”

“And our rivals will be strong,” reminded Inessa.

When the footsteps subsided, Anton sneaked into the paddock, and sat in a corner on an armful of hay. Putting a finger to his lips, he unpacked Tanya's mouth and drew her to him. The girl clung to her friend's chest and fell silent.

“Our affairs are bad, Tanya,” Anton said sadly, “This reptile will drive you to death, and if you lose, but you manage to stay alive, she will beat you to death with an iron bar, as she often did with other girls.”

- What should we do, Antosha? - the girl raised her head and looked at her lover, - I am already at the limit. And in this weather, I will fall at the start.

“The races will be in a week,” said Anton thoughtfully, “I will try to think of something.”

Returning the gag back in place and tightening the strap, he came out of the cubbyhole. Already standing in the doorway, the man turned and looked at the girl for a couple of minutes, muttering something under his breath. Tanya looked at her lover, and the tears themselves covered her eyes. Left alone, she buried her face in the litter and gave vent to the senses, burst into tears at the top of her voice.

We drove longer than usual. The road was smooth, from which Tanya realized that the trailer, where she was sitting, was being driven to another unfamiliar place. Anton turned on a small heater, and the girl was not cold. Lying on a soft rug, carefully laid by Lika, she was dozing, calming her nerves and tuning in for the upcoming race.

“I have to win,” the girl mentally insisted, “I have to prove to these crooks that I have not exhausted yet.” I must! Must!

At the start came six crews. Tanya carefully considered her rivals. Tall strong girls. It will be difficult to compete with such. While the informant judge represented the participants of the race, the “horse”, standing on the right, put her leg aside and kicked Tanya in the side. Her driver, ryknuv angry, pulled the reins, but the whip is not burst. The neighbor on the left snorted evil, but Tanya covered herself in time, lifting her leg, and the blow passed on a tangent.

- So, dear gentlemen! - the informant said loudly, - Fifteen laps!

The girl turned cold with horror. Previously, she ran no more than ten. Tanya felt Mrs. Anna jumped off the stroller and approached her closely. In the next moment something prickled into the scapula, and the intense heat began to spread rapidly through the body.

“Dope,” the first thought flashed.

They gave a start, and the crews rushed forward along a well-trodden sandy path, picking up speed. Tanya was the third, wedged between the two crews, "mares" who kicked her at the start. The first was a tall strong “horse” with a long white “tail” protruding from a helmet. It was a muscular girl, dressed in a thin jumpsuit of white latex. The “hooves” on her boots glittered with gold and clinked to the whole stadium.

She also looked like a rider: a young, slender blonde, who was sitting gracefully on the stroller's highlight. With one hand she held the reins, barely stretching them. Another squeezed a long whip, but very gently slammed his end on the top of the "horse". She bucked her head and snorted.

After the fifth round, the pace of running increased. To whip up the “horse”, Anna whipped Tanya on the back. But the girl barely felt the pain, but only heard a loud click of the whip and added speed.The second blow was stronger, but the girl again almost did not feel it. Apparently, a stimulant began to act, which was given to her just before the start.

Squeezing a rubber stick with her teeth, Tanya let her go. She did not feel the blows, did not see what was going on around, did not hear the heart-rending cries of the drivers. She rushed along the path, guided only by the tension of the reins. The roar of the wheels, heard from behind, only urged on the girl.

Two crews left behind her. Ahead, as in the milk shroud, the side of the leading stroller appeared, which was rapidly approaching. Through the drug-stricken consciousness, Tanya understood that she would soon crash into the stern of the crew and break her rib cage.

Rushing sideways, the girl tried to circumvent the obstacle, but Anna strongly pulled the reins, and the strongest penetrating pain that arose in the corners of the mouth, forced the "mare" to return to its previous position. Tanya howled like a wounded wolf, and miraculously did not fly into the fence in a bend.

The speed was lost, and two strollers with whooping and whistling overtook her, throwing sticky mud and splashes of melting snow. The girl, turning her head, rushed after them, driven by the cries of the drivers and the blows of the whip.

The commentator announced that the crews had gone to the tenth round. Tanya began to feel tired. Rainbow glares boomed in their eyes, breath lost. Anna whipped over and screamed hysterically, but the girl kept slowing down. She was already walking not smoothly, but in zigzags. Heavy sultan ottyagil head back, which also greatly hampered the run.

The driver, realizing that the horse could fall, held her slightly and made it possible to catch her breath. Two laps they drove at the end of the whole group. Gradually, Tanya calmed down and began to increase her speed herself, bypassing her rivals in straight sections. Mrs. Anna only sent her on a more favorable trajectory.

- The thirteenth round! - came from the speakers.

- It is time, - the girl thought and sharply increased speed.

She ran lightly and beautifully, throwing her head back a little. Her Sultan trembled in the wind, as if floating in the air. If the girl did not have a helmet that hid her face, the audience could see the happy smile and brilliance of her brown eyes.

Crews rolled out on the last lap. Tanya caught up with the leader of the race and began to inexorably overtake the dark-skinned "horse", bypassing her in a large circle. The blonde, noticing this, sharply pulled the reins, and her crew darted to the side, blocking the road.

There was a creaking of rubbing surfaces, and the wagons caught on the axles. The girl with the white tail, not keeping her balance, twisted her leg and began to plummet. The shafts of her carriages crashed into the muddled canvas of the walkway, the wagon grated with fastenings, got off the ground and covered the driver with the horse.

But Tanya did not hear the heart-rending cry, did not see anything around. The action of the stimulator reached its peak, and the girl, tearing the finish tape, crashed into a plywood shield at an enormous speed. There was a crash of breaking boards and a rattle of metal.

Anna with all her strength pulled the reins, and at the same time the lace of the horn. But the “horse” seemed to have gone mad. Tearing the transverse mounting plate mounted on the neck, Tanya in a split second broke off the straps that connected her with the stroller. Feeling that the load no longer pulls her shoulders, the girl rushed forward, dragging the driver behind her, clutching at the reins with a dead grip.

- Stand, creature! - screamed Anna, trying to stop the inflamed mare.

Tanya rushed out of the chains and dragged her rider over the fragments of the shield, tearing her tiger costume and cutting her body into blood. The rubber stick, digging into the corners of the mouth, tore the skin, the yoke was tearing at the neck. But the girl, not feeling pain, like a ram, stubbornly pulled forward, not dismantling the road.

The guard who stood in her way was knocked down and thrown to the side. The second guy grabbed a rubber club and struck a strong blow to the legs of the “horse”. Tanya, jumping up high, kicked him in the chest, and the peace officer flew off to the stands.

- Shoot! - Anna screamed, - This bitch will kill everyone who gets under her hoofs here!

A shot rang out, but the bullet whizzed next to the temple. The guard again pointed the gun, aiming at his chest. A strong blow to the head knocked him down. A bulky figure in a coveralls darted toward Tanya, wrapped her arms around her torso and knocked her to the ground. The girl opened her eyes and burst into loud, terrible laughter, shaking her head and jerking her legs.

- Hush, hush, - Anton from the last forces kept her on the ground, - Everything. I'll take you to the van now.

Tanya suddenly went limp, her eyes rolled up, revealing blood-filled squirrels. Brown foam flowed out of his mouth, and Anton heard a stifled wheeze. The girl shuddered several times and fell silent, dropping her head to the side.

- That's it, - Anton put his hand to his throat, - Was exhausted, poor thing.

Taking off his raincoat, he covered the girl with them and, lifting it from the ground, carried it to a trailer that was standing nearby.

- Where are you going to drag this carrion? - Mrs. Anna and run up Mrs. Inessa blocked the road.

- In the side, slut, - growled Anton, - I'll hurt!

Both women, bulging eyes, bounced to the side and froze in a silent stupor. The man opened the car door and carefully laid the girl in the backseat. The jeep faltered and slowly rolled down the muddy road. The spectators in the stands accompanied the mournful procession in complete silence. Some even rose from their seats and continued to stand even when the car disappeared from view.

- So, daughter, - Anton, having sighed heavily, sat down on a stool, - Our beauty died.

Tanya was lying on a bench, wrapped in a dense white matter, as if in a shroud. Her eyes were closed, and her lips were slightly stretched, as if the girl was smiling in a dream. Lika knelt before her and, hugging her neck, silently burst into tears, burying her little upturned nose in the fold under the chin.

Anton, too, barely restrained, but then turned away, and mean male tears flowed from his inflamed eyes.

- Soo-woo-woo-and-and! - a man raised up his huge hands, clenched into fists, - I hate wah-a-a-s!

Anton rushed to the shop and, falling on his knees, hugged the girl's cold body. His shoulders shook with sobs. But gradually the hysterics subsided. The man slowly got up and walked over to the shelf. Rummaging through the instruments, he took a heavy sledgehammer in his hand and, ordering his daughter to stay here, quickly left the roast.

Entering the house, he heard Inessa’s drunken cries and Anna’s hoarse voice. The women were in the living room. Having sat in deep leather chairs, they drank brandy from huge glasses and shamelessly bellowed, discussing the last race. Both were heavily drunk and did not pay attention to the person who entered.

From a strong blow, Anna's head split in two. The woman, curled up, fell to the floor, filling the expensive carpet with blood.

- This is something? - Mrs. Inessa roared.

The blow of the sledge hammer broke her jaw, and the second broke her chest. The man spat spit and kicked the insensible body of the brunette. Looking around, he took a bunch of keys from her coat pocket and climbed to the second floor where the office was located.

Knocking the door open, Anton walked to the safe by the fireplace and opened the door. On the shelves in neat piles were stacked bundles of banknotes in bank packaging. Pulling a small tablecloth off the table, he folded the days into it and tied them tightly in a knot.

Going downstairs, the man poured gasoline from the canister he brought with him and lit a small torch.

“Burn with a clear flame, damned witches!” He snarled and threw the torch into the depths of the room.

Tanya was buried away from the ominous mansion on the edge of the forest under a beautiful spruce. Anton himself made a coffin and, not knowing about the girl’s religion, put a beautiful gilded horseshoe on the lid. For luck.

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