- Here, cad, - came from the next shop. - Young, but can not transfer to another bench.

Vlad winced, but did not give up:

- Busy! - He almost shouted. - Stomp on!

- Not. You see what's going on!

- He also raises his voice!

- Young thug. Police need to call!

- So there is no more police, now the police.

- Then the police! Call the cops!

- Where did you get such words, old?

- On TV, where else?

- So call the police then?

- Yes, we will drive him away, here I am with his needle!

Grandmas dispersed in earnest, creating an annoying buzz and attracting the attention of passersby. Prokhorova was pretty rubbing her hands, looking as Vlad, hunted, hastily moved to the nearest shop that was free to us. As soon as he changed seats, the hum instantly subsided, the storm was over. The old ladies relaxed nezhil in the sun for no one paying attention. Peace and grace.

Only the boy had been looking at the pensioners for some time with anxiety, but after making sure that they forgot about him, he calmed down.

Like Prokhorova, everything is set, I was surprised again. For a few minutes I collected grannies and organized a provocation. Right mafia retirement age. Dangerous and ruthless enemy ... It is urgent to put up with Powder. Urgently!

The fact that Vlad finally waited, I understood right away. Kirill moved in a wide stride along the path. He was wearing black jeans and a tight white T-shirt. Muscles bumped under a thin cloth, athlete, pancake ...

“Shorter,” he ordered, taking a seat next to Vlad, who in his presence became fussy and fawning.

- Marinka in the morning in a car dumped with two some girls, - Vlad rattled. Prokhorova and I could hear everything perfectly. - This dude stayed at home. If you lather somewhere, Oleg will call me. Or maybe call you right away?

“I don’t call me,” Cyril barked. - Talking about business with me, only in person. Hooked up?

“Yes, of course,” Vlad nodded, frightened.

- What kind of girls with Marinka?

- I do not know, but one is flickering for the second time already. Girlfriends, I guess.

“I know all her girlfriends,” said Kirill. - I personally took care of tusila only with those who need it.

“Probably, this dude introduced them,” suggested Vlad.

“Put your nose where they don’t ask,” Cyril grimaced as if he had eaten a lemon. - It is necessary to give him a shortening, but only unobtrusively.

- Can we beat him? - suggested Vlad.

“Once you tried ... Idiots, nothing can be trusted,” Kirill frowned again. “He knows your face now.”

“And we’ll put on the masks and catch them in the porch,” said Vlad, who clearly wanted to beat me up.

“I'll think about it,” Kirill said thoughtfully. - Bye continue to follow. I need more time to put pressure on Marinkin’s stepfather, I’m in favor with him, soon I will dozhma and he will fill this face with this scam. Marina, of course, will be shocked by their fights and will find solace with me ... Then I can explain to her clearly what kind of bad person he has associated with. This is where you beat him, it's time for him to thunder in the hospital and not get confused.

- This we can! - Vlad was delighted, passionately rubbing his hands. - We will call ours and it will not get off so easily.

That's what these bastards planned. Although at any cost to divide us with Marina, and then hang her noodles on the ears.

- You can no longer pull, - continued Cyril. - And so beat out of the schedule.

- What is the schedule? - Vlad did not understand. I, too, was very interested. It seems that Kirill had some clear plan associated with Marina, and I am sure that he did not promise a good girl.

“None of your business,” the athlete replied sharply. - Do what is said and get more money. The rest should not worry you.

- Yes, I do not worry! - Vlad disown. - Everything will be as you say.

- Well, - Kirill nodded rising. - Tomorrow at the same time.

My hands were itching to call Dima and share the news, so I carefully began to get out of the bushes. And it was necessary to stumble on the root!

- What is it? - Cyril turned around in bewilderment, although he had already gone a few steps.

- Maybe a dog? - suggested Vlad.

- Dogs do not make such noise, - Cyril peered suspiciously at the green thickets, he instantly realized that they could be eavesdropped.

Prokhorov with a cat's grace and snake cunning gave a tear through the bush, I, like a frightened bear, rushed after her. The branches whipped across the face, clung to the skirt and strove to stick into the eyes. At one point, I tripped and fell, but the fear of being caught forced me to move on on all fours. Oddly enough, it turned out good luck. Below the branches were smaller and I dragged faster. Vlad and Cyril, who decided to pursue us, swore dirty behind us.

I caught up with Prokhorov just at the moment when the thickets ended, and we ended up in one of the most desolate parts of the park. Two hefty trash containers, a box of sand and a fire bucket - nowhere to go. If they catch us here, they can beat us ... I instantly remembered Cyril's impressive muscles. Can beat very much.

- Jump in the trash! - ordered Prokhorov.

- I do not want it smells! - I was outraged.

- Then, come on, like in the movies, - Prokhorova resolutely stepped towards me. - Let's pretend to be kissing a couple!

I imagined this picture in my head and silently siganul in a container with garbage. For reliability, I began to dig in, trying not to pay attention to the smell and not to think that it is so wet and slippery that flows by the collar. Disguised under a pile of waste, he hid himself.

What happened outside, I did not see, but I heard it perfectly. Here bushes cracked, it appeared persecutors.

- Where are they? - Cyril's breathless voice.

- Yes, whom we were chasing? - bewildered Vlada. - I have not seen anyone.

- Are you deaf? - Cyril asked irritably, judging by the sound of footsteps, he walked around the garbage cans. - Someone ran ahead.

“And let's ask the grandmother,” suggested Vlad. - Vaughn is coming.

- Chavo? - I recognize the voice of Prokhorov.

“Mother, have you seen anyone here?”

“No, son, nobody,” the sly Prokhorov sows under the fool. - That's just that two dogs jumped out of the bushes, they almost knocked me off my feet! Such wolfhounds! And I, then, go for myself, walk, and they will jump out of it, I have suffered straight to fear. Your dogs? So you better watch them, it's not even an hour, they will get into trouble. There they ran. Vooon there.

- We understood, - hurried to get rid of the old woman Vlad.

The guys were still whispering, but they didn't notice me. Apparently, they decided not to climb in the trash in front of the pensioner, and maybe just disdained. For reliability, I decided not to get out for some time. It was fragrant so that the eyes were watering, but I didn’t want to run into direct confrontation with Cyril and Vlad. I'll wait, wait, and then scary revenge ...

- Do not fall asleep there? - Prokhorova slid into a container, frowned and drew back. - Ugh, how disgusting! Come on, while no one sees.

It turned out to be not so easy to get out; the rubbish was rammed under my feet, nudged the champion and made it awkward to slide. Having unsuccessfully slipped on some kind of wet abomination, I again flopped into a fetid heap.

Prokhorov took pity, and held out the stick so that I could grasp. Here are just the strength of a thin old woman was not enough to pull me out.

- Dear ladies, let me help you? - a stately old man with a gorgeous gray mustache, which he twirled ricotically, crept up to us completely unnoticed.

- Oh, - Prokhorova embarrassed lowered, looking at the direct, like a perky lean old man, and let go of her end of the stick, sending me on another flight into the fetid bowels.

“It seems your friend needs help,” said Strick delicately, carefully removing his gray jacket.

“Yes, what a friend there is,” Prokhorova openly made eyes at him. - That's past ... Read more →