“It so happened,” I puffed.

“It turned out badly,” the sergeant shook his head disapprovingly. - What do you say in your defense?

I wanted to immediately refer to Dimka, but the policeman overtook me:

- Just do not need to fill that you have friends in the prosecutor's office and dad is an oligarch. And then we have here every second such a breach.

With a clang I close my mouth. That really did not hit the eyebrow, in the eye.

- Can I call? - I ask timidly.

“You can,” the sergeant nods at the landline phone on his desk. - Only quickly and in the case. Let someone bring your passport.

Then there was a hitch, I did not remember the mobile phone numbers of my friends. Feverishly wondering what to do, I decided to call myself at home. Long beeps and ... nothing. Here is an ambush!

Sergeant Odintsov defiantly coughs, hinting that I do not have much time. Think, think, think. For sure! Quickly dial another number. This time they picked up the phone quickly.

- Hello, - a little hoarse female voice.

- Hello, Anna Sergeyevna, - I greet the mother of my best friend. When Dimka lived with his parents, I called him almost every day, this number firmly sat down in memory.

- Igor? - the woman recognized me. - What are the fates?

- Anna Sergeyevna, dictate to me, please, the mobile number of Dima, - I asked. - I am now in ... I can not find my mobile phone, but I need to urgently call him.

- Something happened? - the woman got worried.

“No, no, it's all right,” under the policeman’s mocking gaze, I reassured her, and within three minutes I dialed according to the dictated number.

- Speak, I listen - in a strict voice said Dimka, it is he who always shows off when he sees a call from an unknown number.

- Dimka, it's me!

- Igor? - surprised friend. - And what phone are you calling from?

- Never mind! - I'm chattering - Where are you now?

“We’re going to your house,” Dima said. “The girls have pretty well purchased, so I’m carrying them to help carry the bags.” You, by the way, could not get through. Something with the phone?

- Something with me - burst out of me, I hasten to explain. - Take everyone to me, then take my passport, he's in pants, and blow ...

Inquiringly looking at the sergeant. He understood everything and dictated the address.

“... Blow to this address,” I finish.

- And what's in there? - Dimka is interested. - By the way, Marina here sends you his regards.

“Yeah, hello to her too,” I mutter wearily. - Here is the local branch, Dim, I kinda sit in a monkey house ...

At the other end of the wire is a long and very expressive pause.

I was not allowed to end the conversation with a friend. Sergeant Odintsov said that I announced the main thing, and everything else is not important. They took the phone from me and escorted me back to the cell, where I took my place.

The next was taken away Bronko. For a while, Victoria nervously waited for him to return, but the police officer, who had dropped in, said:

“They let go of the brawler,” he said. - And you lady will have to stay. Mr. Bronko confirmed that you are a prostitute.

- It's a lie! - Victoria howled with tears in her eyes. - Lying! Lying! Lying!

The woman got hysterical. I hurried to take her hand and sit on the bed.

“Hush, hush,” I reassure. - Soon my friend will arrive, I am sure that he will also pull you out of here.

- Great! - Grisha was delighted. - And pull me out!

Here I was just not sure about that, but in order not to provoke a homeless man, I did not disappoint him.

Less than half an hour, as the door of the cell opened, a policeman, peering inside, said:

- So, they said to bring the Crank ... Grisha, on the way out.

The bum surprised, patted his eyes, but did not bicker. Victoria and I stayed together. It was a bit sad that Grisha came earlier than me. But I could not think over this unpleasant thought, the door swung open again.

“A mistake came out,” the policeman confusedly, pushing the homeless man back into the camera. - You, who bites, on the way out!

Since there were no other biting ones, I had to go.

Sergeant Odintsov and Dimka were waiting for me in the already familiar office.

- Igor, how are you? I almost lost my mind while I was driving ... - then my friend, at last, carefully examined me and stopped. - Why are you wearing a skirt !?

“It happened so,” I muttered in embarrassment.

“Okay, then tell me,” Dimka, with visible difficulty, pulled himself together. “This is mine,” he nodded to the sergeant. “I'm picking up right now, a report and all the documents too.”

“Yes, what documents,” the sergeant shrugged, not even trying to argue. - Here, the patrol reported ... He bit there one, by the way. Be careful.

Dimka nervously twitches her cheek:

- Has bitten?

“Yeah,” the sergeant nods with enthusiasm. - He gave a fight in the women's toilet, well, and bite it once.

- Which toilet? - to put it mildly, ogigivaet my friend.

“Female,” confirms the sergeant. - He rushed there immediately after the fight in the park. Imagine having a fight with a pensioner!

“I can't imagine,” Dimka answered honestly and turned to me. - Come, the car on the street.

- Wait, - I hesitated. - There is a woman in the chamber ... Can I take her too?

- Is that a prostitute? - clarified the sergeant.

I did not want to plant a dispute from scratch and convince the policeman that no Victoria was a prostitute, so I simply nodded.

Dimka, it seems, fell into a short-term stupor, because he stood silently, only rotated his eyes. And Sergeant Odintsov decided to finally understand the situation:

- Do you take Grisha too? He then claimed that you specifically matched.

- We are taking! - I nod resolutely, I haven't given up a homeless person for nothing, but it's not good to throw my own.

- Igor, are you crazy? - Dima moans, while the sergeant went to free the monkey from visitors. - A prostitute and a bum? Seriously? What else do I not know about you?

“I'll explain later,” I wave away tiredly. I now want only one thing - to be at home, take a bath and go to bed. It is desirable even Marina sideways.

- Take away, - Odintsov pushes Grisha and Victoria to us, they still do not believe their happiness. Dimka something else agrees with the sergeant, and I move to the exit. My former cellmates are minced after him.

As soon as we were on the street and slightly moved away from the building of the police station, Grisha began to pour out his thanks:

- Oh, thanks! Do not forget about homies - Respect! Grisha remembers good, Grisha will not forget you!

Joyful grab my arm in a heap, smelling so much that my eyes sank. He still muttered something enthusiastically joyful, but he quickly finished and disappeared around the corner.

“I will go too,” as soon as she was out of the station, Victoria gained a very confident and even sassy look. She did not disdain, clung to me with her gorgeous breasts and whispered hotly, almost licked my ear. - You are a good guy, Igor, I will leave you my number - you can call at any time of the day or night.

- What for? - It did not immediately reach me.

“Silly,” the woman purred. - For this very.

- So you really ... - she did not let me finish, coquettishly covering her mouth with her finger. - Do not, Igor. Now, first of all, I am a woman, thankful for your help. Let's not dig deeper, and part on this pleasant note? I'll run, but I'm afraid your girlfriend will now burn me with looks.

- what are the girlfriends? - in my head again porridge, I sincerely believed that Victoria is just an employee of the escort service and, apparently, in vain. If you think, then the name is characteristic, certainly not the present, and appearance ... Here I am a fool!

- Bye Bye! - The woman quickly smacked me on the cheek, leaving a bright pink business card in her hands and quickly flew off to the side.

- Igor, what does all this mean?

Slowly turn around. Darn. It seems that Dimka was so worried about me that he did not take the girls home ... Read more →