Scientists have not yet proved, but I am sure that in the DNA of any male individual of the human race there is a gene hunter-hunter. I do not take into account any kind of pi ..., we will be tolerant and call them, "Representatives of the LGBT community", in which the X chromosome is not printed and became similar to "Y". What to do ... On the "Underwood" of the Lord God, the letters also sink.)))

So, even me, a man of purely peaceful and civil. (I almost did not serve in the army, a month after the oath I slept with appendicitis, and was commissioned). This gene forced to buy in the store a new "Saiga-12 kc 030". And every six months, pulls out to hunt.

In late August, my friends and I went to the lakes for a duck. At this time the youngsters get up on the wing. Therefore, you can beat the bird from the approach. And the weather is lovely, it was still very warm, even hot.

We usually drive three of us:

- Our ideological inspirer Lesha Garmoshkin, he is significantly older than him already forty three. I met him at his first job after the army in front of the institute. We have been friends for almost 8 years now.

- Max Altukhov - my classmate son of a game hunter. Strong guy this year, exchanging a quarter of a century.

- Vyacheslav Evdokimov - a modest author of these lines. Ripped in the past few years as a sedentary job. Twenty-six year old bachelor, sophisticated, but not gray.

Alas and ah. Of course, we go hunting with tents, with vodka, with a guitar, and without women. There is no secret in this. This is a tradition.

But we drink after the hunt - it is not against the law. When the appetizer is fried on a skewer, the flare of fire is dancing on the curtains of tents and trees. Healthy men sit by the fire and tell stories and anecdotes. Tired of the day the body relaxes under the influence of alcohol. And there comes a moment of unity with nature, with the spirits of the ancestors, with the cosmos. There is no one around, only you and the bottomless starry sky above.

It happened for many years in a row, it should have happened this time too, but ...

I went to the shore of the “Count” lake, Max walked fifty meters to the right, Lyoshka to the left as much. Crying decoys. I sat down in the reeds, parted the stalks, a female with a brood floated in front of me, three drakes fenced away from the shore. He threw up the barrel, aimed, smoothly pressed the trigger. The shot slammed, the male nearest to me remained lying on the water surface, the other two flapped their wings on the water and went to take off. The second I took off at the time of his separation from the water.

Another shot banged to the left; I didn’t understand whether the shot hit the duck, but from that bank there was a loud female cry and the crunch of broken branches. Someone ran through the reeds.

- Your mother! Stop shooting! - I yelled, snatched the rocket launcher, launched a red signal (all in the zone of visibility cease fire).

The creek subsided, but Kenwood spoke in his vest pocket:

- Slava, Maxim, I, it seems, hit someone, Reception.

- I have heard. - Max responded. - Reception.

I glanced from the shore to the water and saw the 3rd drake, a young wallow lying in the middle of the lake. Raised his gun, but did not shoot.

- Max, stamp to the place where you shouted, Lesha will pick up the trunk and catch up with Max on my room. I swam for the bird. And immediately to the other side. Reception

- Got it! Welcome! - Twice rasped radio.

I took off my clothes, stayed in swimming trunks, put a waterproof bag around my neck, took out the PPI from unloading, and put the walkie-talkie into a bag and climbed into the water.

Two dead birds, I put it in my bag, swam up to the third, turned her head, and also put it in my bag, and then swam to the shore.

In the thickets of reeds and sedges, I saw a gap, with steps dug into the ground. Got ashore, looked around.

Not far from the coast there were two tents, and the “Sandera Stepway”. Near the fire was burning, lay a blanket. Everything said that there were people here recently, and they left ... They ran away.

- Hey! People! Oh-oh-oh !!! - I shouted. And slowly walked around the parking lot. Blood was not visible. Got a walkie-talkie out of the bag.

“You didn't get Lesha,” I said. - Reception.

- sure? Reception

- Almost 100%.There is no blood. Reception

- Already happy. - From the speaker came a lightened breath. - Reception.

I headed from the shore to the forest. And soon he saw the trench of the times of the war, in which three young girls sat, huddled together.

- Hi beauties! - I tried to start a dialogue. - What so tremble?

In response, silence, and only three pairs of eyes without blinking, look at me.

- Devch-o-o-nki! - Again turned to them!

Then something incomprehensible happened to me. One of them jumped sharply at me, grabbed my hand and knocked the trench to the bottom. I fell on top of her and her friends.

- Get down there shoot. - whispered in my ear.

- Yeah, I know and I can say who. - Tried to get up.

- And who?

- I...

At this moment, “Kenwood” made a noise:

- Slavik, where are you? Reception

- In a trench, 25 meters to the north-west. Reception

- Who are you? - asked me plump brunette 20 years old in appearance.

- Terrorists fucking! - I said, pulling my hand out of her sweaty palms. “What are you doing here?” This is the territory of the state hunting. Discovery of duck hunting. The cordon is everywhere.

- We are here from -t-tdikhali, sunbathe rr-res ... decided. - Stuttering and stammering, the red-haired girl with a beautiful big breast and surprisingly painful skin sent to explain.

- She went swimming, and there they started shooting, right at her. - Said brunette.

- Y-yes! D-d-even bullets past the fly-t-teli. And we p-cc ... ran into the forest.

Then my friends appeared from the bushes. With arms at the ready, it looked neither very threatening.

- Hang up guys. Do not frighten the girls and they have suffered so much. - I got out of the trench. Then he helped the ladies out.

- What happened? - asked Lyokha.

- Security nakosyachilo. Did not follow, so the girls came to sunbathe. - I said. - it is necessary to give a yellow rocket.

- Let's go to the shore. - Max embraced the redhead, and went to where he came from.

Behind them went the rest.

Lyosha changed the frequency on the radio to a common channel and made it louder. The broadcast was srach. Someone cursed, giving incomprehensible orders. Someone shouted that he had a license and he did not come here to prevent him from being shot.

I twisted the yellow signal, Raised up the river with a rocket launcher, banged a shot. The girls squealed and fell to the ground.

There was a voice on the air: “Square B; 7 see the "yellow" rocket "

- I am “Harmony”, I am “Harmony”. All-all. In square B; 7 found three civilians. Reception - Said Lyoshka.

- I like “Duct”, “Harmony” how do you accept? Reception

- Accept cleanly. "Duct" reception!

“Why did you ask? They have an army walkie-talkie there almost as North, they can hear it on the moon. Etiquette fucking. - I thought.

- Give the exact coordinates "Harmony." Reception - Lech passed.

All of us somehow during this time gathered at the dying fire.

- I propose to meet you, I'm Max, this is Slava and Alexey Anatolyevich. - Took over the role of a diplomat my classmate.

The red-haired girl looked at us attentively. She looked at me intently. And said:

- You wait ... I will not say ... I am Olga, this is my sister Tanya, and her friend and classmate Ingretta.

- When "wet, you can just Inga. - Announced Blonde with a tan the color of coffee with milk, miniature, with a little childish facial expression. Holding out my hand for a kiss.

No one expected this, even me. I had to kiss.

- Madam, but why such an interesting accent? - asked Lech, and he answered - isn’t the Transnistrian republic?

- Yeah "gave. - Ingretta said.

- Olya, what will you not tell us? - I asked a question.

- That I am pleased. I suffered.

Then the conversation moved on to the mainstream of common talk on general topics, from which we learned that: Olya’s elder sister, Tanya, graduated from the Institute of Management and Advertising last year, and is now on her first vacation. Tanya and Inga study at the department of social ...