They woke me up screaming and swearing. The door of the monkey opened and literally threw a man in a business suit with a broken face. Following quietly, but with dignity, a young woman entered in an open evening gown. In her heels, with a graceful handbag and neat makeup, she looked wild in the preliminary detention cell.

- Sit and wait for a senior! - snapped one of the police.

- Yes, you know who I am? - a man whose voice was raskashen nose and filled with fresh fingal howled with a familiar voice. - I - Bronko! I'll buy you all! And buy your older one! And then on the street I will throw out! Critters !!!

The man stood up and looked gloomily. He stopped yelling almost immediately when he realized that the police had long gone. Wincing after a careful examination of Grisha and me, he turned to the woman who stood at the door hesitantly:

- Happy, whore? Because of you now sit with the homeless! Or maybe you want to serve me right here? And then the whole site at the same time!

“I'm not a prostitute,” the woman said quietly, but firmly. She turned a little pale, visibly nervous, but she was confident. At least she tried.

- And who are you then? - sarcastically asked Bronko. - Queen of England? Do not deign to stand in a pose, Your Majesty?

“I am the representative of the escort service,” the woman struggled to control herself, her lips were already shaking and her eyes were moist. - I do not provide intimate services, only accompany and entertain the conversation.

“Of course,” Bronko laughed. - Who are you taking? I decided to fill the price myself, just say so. Whore!

“Okay, I'll deal with you again,” the brawler stepped toward me. - Move, flawed, but it is better to get out of the bench in general. Hmm ... something you face painfully familiar ... Hey, what are you doing?

Wanting to remain unrecognized, I quickly tore a handkerchief from my head and tied it in a gangster manner. Even so.

- Give me some food? - started the old song Grisha, referring this time to Bronko.

- In the face of the ladies! - the newcomer snapped, which upset Grisha greatly, otherwise, why would a homeless person ask me:

- Can I have his knife pyrnu?

Bronko was already upset, he was so upset that he began to shout and beat his fists on the door, demanding immediate evacuation. A policeman came, with some surprise, he listened to Bronko from whom arrogance quickly fell.

- Grisha threatened? - clarified the representative of the law. - Strange. Grisha is peaceful. This one is a short nod in my direction. - Likes to fight, patrolmen bit ...

Oh! Well, straight bit, think what I smacked of one and that by chance. But my authority in the chamber went up sharply. Now they looked at me with caution.

“We have no more normal cameras,” said the policeman sadly. - You'll have to get along somehow. Elder in a couple of hours will be patient?

- I will bear it, - burst out of me.

The policeman looks puzzled, the rest already with fear.

- Well, then follow the order, - they receive a responsible task. Lived, I am now considered an authority among brawlers, the homeless and prostitutes. And how well the day began ...

Nobody sat on my bed, all the cellmates' modesty settled down opposite, carefully lowering their eyes. I still understand Grisha, he is sick, but these two ... That is, in their opinion, it is more pleasant and safer to sit with a stinking homeless than with me.

However, fear and stench did not prevent Bronko in a few minutes to start pestering a woman. His hand now and then strived to be on her knee.The woman frowned, defiantly pushed the boyfriend, but could not do anything. Her eyes became hunted.

- Enough! - I am trying to influence a loving cellmate, but he has already come round enough to match our builds.

- Fuck off, flawed, - Bronko climbs to the woman with both hands.

- I said, stop it! - I get out of bed.

“Got it,” Bronko begins to rage and jumps up to meet me. Something we did not calculate with him, whether the size of the room, or its proportions, but at some point our foreheads collided.

My eyes darkened, stars gleamed several times. I blink in bewilderment and watch how my opponent smoothly settles into his place, puts his eyes in a pile and falls on Grisha, who, taking advantage of the moment, reads his hands quickly in his pockets. In the eyes of a homeless person, respect flashes and I receive an enthusiastic review:

- Sharply you him! Just got up, and he already lay down! And did not even bite!

I feel how my legs are weakened, I quickly sit down in my place. The rescued woman quickly transplanted, settling at his side, look wary.

She, by the way, is pretty. A glimpse of a deep cleavage was enough to appreciate the delicate white hemispheres and the hollow between them. The light dress did not hide long, slender legs, allowing you to admire not only round knees, but also those that are higher.

We spent about fifteen minutes in silence. Bronko came to his senses and now angrily bore me with his eyes, but he did not take any response actions. The woman was attached for a long time, but nevertheless burst through her.

“You just get me right,” she whispered in my ear. - I'm not a prostitute, however, I work in an escort. Only there is no one intima! Accompany to weddings or social events.

The woman who, it turns out, was called Victoria, cracked incessantly. Probably had a strong stress. She flunked me with absolutely unnecessary details of his life, told me how Bronko molested her, how he made a riot in some restaurant.

She turned out to be a nice and educated woman, able to lead a conversation. At first, I considered it normal for a representative of her profession, but when she started to argue with me on some issues with ease, I clarified. It turns out that Victoria had a higher economic education. She simply did not manage to find a job in her specialty, and, thanks to her appearance, she easily got into an escort.

“The job isn't bad,” she admitted. - Only very often such goats are caught. And yet, among our girls, there are those who do not mind ... well, you understand. It is because of them that we have such a reputation.

- And in the office for which they took? - I asked.

“For company,” Victoria turned grim. - This reptile began to call me a prostitute for all, well, and the police, as they heard about the escort, so immediately and ...

“I see,” I nod sympathetically.

“And here you are,” the woman hesitated. “You are not a bum or a gangster, you have eyes ... others.” How did you get here?

“A fatal confluence of circumstances,” I outline the situation in general terms. Victoria nods, snorts, and then asks in a whisper:

- Only you still pretend that these two are not buzzing. Good?

And where should I go?

When a policeman peered into the camera, peace and quiet reigned there. Victoria Chimarillo on my shoulder, and Grisha amused himself by occasionally poking a dirty finger at Bronko and whispering something threateningly.

“On the way out,” the policeman pointed at me. I smile encouragingly to Victoria and follow the indicated direction. A tired sergeant is waiting for me in a smoky office.

“So let's get acquainted,” he began when I sat down on the creaking chair across from his desk. - I - Sergeant Odintsov.

- Igor.

- Just Igor? - snorts sergeant. - Can you name the name? If you show a passport in general, it will be good.

- You see, - I hasten to introduce the sergeant in the course of the matter. - An error has occurred! I didn’t do anything, by chance everything ...

“Yeah,” interrupts the policeman. - Accidentally attacked a pensioner in the park, accidentally bit a policeman.Many accidents, is not it? Okay, stop joking, use? Drugs? Pills? Glue?

- Not! - scared I answer.

“Hm,” the sergeant reads something. - Indeed, it is said that they detained you absolutely sober .... Read more →