It was getting dark. Hot autumn day ended cool. Elastic streams whipped into the windshield, a fresh night wind burst into the car's interior, bringing with it small drops of rain. The man sitting in the car, sighed deeply, feeling a surge of strength and energy and an insatiable desire to live.

Ahead, in a long line of fences, the rays of headlights snatched a familiar house in the thickening darkness, surrounded like a fortress, by a high and impregnable fence. They waited for him, the gates swung open and the car slowed down a bit, drove into the courtyard.

With the family living in this house, Andrew was well acquainted. Her head, Ilya, did business. Their interests were in contact, and besides that they were friendly. Ilya was much older, he was under 50. Accordingly, the attitude towards Andrei in this house was patronizingly condescending. Andrew, who grew up without parents, tried not to be irritated, valuing the unknown family warmth.

Ilya, having grown rich, and having managed to allow the family a carefree, prosperous life, was in full view. Unlike his business, Andrei’s business was almost invisible. By his 28 years, he had scaled up a large but actively developing empire scattered across different countries. His business resembled an iceberg hidden under the water - towering above the water just a small part of it.

Igor's wife, Svetlana, a tall, blue-eyed blonde, by the age of 40 has not lost any attractiveness or beauty. It was only slightly enlarged, which gave her figure the feminine sex appeal that so attracts men, looked down upon him, with disdain. In addition to the difference in age with Andrew, her interests were in a completely different plane. She was educated, intelligent and completely far from the world of business.

Igor's daughter is Albina, a tall, slim, long-legged girl, the same blue-eyed and fair-haired, very similar to her mother, sometimes looking to sneak at him. She was finishing gymnasium, and Svetlana wanted to send her to study somewhere in England.

Andrei was not deprived of women's attention and the young girl was not from his world, he was not at all interested. In this house he was distracted from affairs, disappearing and turning off mobiles for a couple of hours.

Last time Igor was gloomy and distracted. Something went wrong.

Andrei, found out through his own channels, that Igor led the business to the inevitable catastrophic. His debts grew, and the money was taken in banks directly related to the criminal world.

A couple of months, Andrew was abroad. When he returned, he learned that Igor's business was ruined. Igor, leaving his family, disappeared. However, Andrei was so busy struggling with the storm of crisis that he could not afford to retire even for a short time. Finally, when everything was taken under control, he was able to digress.

The main and passionate passion of his life were women. But it was a special hobby.

In the evening they called him and said that there might be something that would interest him. And they called a familiar address.

He passed by the familiar door and smiled at him a hefty Umbal, he walked inside, into a brightly lit hall. In the center of the rays of chandeliers glittering from everywhere, two women froze: Svetlana and Albina.

- Andrew? Andrew! They rushed to him.

Makeup could not hide how pale and scared they were.

- Are you here?! We are waiting for you?!

They happily smiled at him, not understanding where their husband’s boyfriend came from and why.

- Do you know what happened to us ?! We went broke, then Igor disappeared, and then these people appeared ...

Andrei tried to keep Svetlana from sobbing.

- Albina, I want to talk to my mother. Leave us.

- Do you have a drink?

- Yes Yes. They have not touched anything yet - Sveta has begun to fuss at the buffet.

Andrew looked at her appreciatively: a dark blue short dress, emphasized the roundness of the hips, the elasticity of the breast of the woman who had beckoned him. Heeled shoes made her a little taller and slimmer. Long, wavy, blond hair is laid and neatly chipped blue barrette.

- What will you drink, Andrei?

- Cognac.

- I, too.

“How did you get here?” You certainly did not know ... Why did they let you go? Andrew, help us, take us away. Her blue eyes looked with entreaty into his dark ones.

- It is possible, but on condition that ...

A shadow flashed in her eyes.

- Andryushenka, I agree on everything ...

Her palm lay on his palm.

- ... I have to pay. Buy you. Otherwise they will not give you up. In general, for this I came here. After you. But I have a condition, and I must warn you that my woman is my property. Literally - property. I have such an attitude to women. This will affect you. Are you surprised? But, the only way, and only in this case, I am ready to pay, and take you away from here. Since you are my friend's wife, I leave it to you: Become mine. Mine and leave here, or stay here, and wait for the one who comes for you.

- I'll be yours, do whatever you want with me. She looked at him pleadingly. We are ready to leave now, only we will quickly get together.

- I spoke, only about you, Svetlana.

- How? Albina is not with us? You will not take it?

- Not. Why do I need it?

- She is a good girl.

“They will buy it quickly, trust me.” There is a demand for such goods.

- I belittle you. I beg you! Do not separate us. She is all that I have left of life. Or I will die ...

Andrew did not quite winced.

- Well, why should she tell me? I'm not going to adopt her.

- She is beautiful, very beautiful. She has a beautiful body. You have not seen her naked?

Andrew in the shower was ready to agree to such a purchase.

- Everything will depend on you, Svetlana.

- I will not disappoint you, I swear.

She looked at him pleadingly.

- Call your daughter and tell the one at the door that I want to talk to the owner.

Albina entered, looking puzzled at her mother, froze in anticipation, listening with horror to the gambling bargaining between Andrew and the seller.

Andrey gambled on purpose. From time to time glancing at the girls who listened to the words of a broad-shouldered bandit praising their virtues - he enjoyed the scene. And the gangster, not wanting to give in, praised the goods - offered to undress, examine and check them in action. He praised the bodies in detail, suggested Andrew to admire lesbian sex.

The poor women blushed, and turned pale, not daring to utter a word.

Finally, the price was negotiated and after half an hour from the empty porch two female shadows slipped into the gloom of the night.

After a couple of minutes, the car took them away from their former home, which had suddenly become a prison for them, into a new, uncharted life.

Svetlana, glancing at the newly acquired man, now, albeit in a new for herself and not yet clear to her quality, felt peace in her soul, once again feeling fragile confidence in the future. She embraced the sleeping daughter, shouldering shoulders, rejoicing in every mile that alienated them from the bandits.

The evening was tormented by coolness. In the big cozy hall, it was quiet, they just clicked on the logs that were burning in the fireplace.

“I must thank you, Andrei,” the woman, shaking her wavy, blond hair, looked playfully at the man sitting in front of her in the chair.

- You have nothing to thank me for, and nothing for that. I just bought you. I hope you have not forgotten about this? He looked sternly at her, which made her blush reddening.

- Yes, Andrei, I have not forgotten.

- In that case, Svetlana, undress. Undress to the goal. I want to consider my purchase.

From the chair, he watched as she peeked at him confusedly, undressed, and then walked over and stood opposite, remaining in dark underwear.

- Dogol. I said naked. - He frowned in disgust, threw his legs, and, clicking a lighter, lit a cigarette.

Svetlana, thinking that she, an adult, forty-year-old woman, is forced to obey the boy, the villain, with her head down, wept. Several tears rolled down the face, dropped to the floor.

Finally, she froze in front of him, completely naked. Remaining only on heels.

He came up. Close. So close that I could smell the perfume coming from her warm, defenseless body.

She, feeling on himself his rough palms, fluttered.One of them, slipping on the round shoulders, squeezing her breasts and nipples evaluatively, slipped down to the stomach, into the fluffy pubis, penetrated between the legs, and the other, no less rough and inconsiderate, walked along the back and buttocks.

He inserted a finger into it, slipping between his lips, playing with them and looking into her face.

- And you flowed ... And why not shaved?

She bit her lips in humiliation. He enjoyed.

- He walked around her from behind. Powerfully put his hand on his back and bent it. Low. Very low.

Behind the rustled glove. Something cool chvaknulo in the ass. Two fingers firmly rested in the passage.

- Relax.

- Yes. She whispered with her lips, ready to burst into tears, letting in other people's, arrogant fingers.

- Yes, you are narrow for forty years. Why?

- I did not give there. Not.

- And now you will. He dropped the glove.

- By the fireplace in the corner - rod. Bring it to me.

She brought.

- On your knees, facing the floor.

Down in front of him, she did what she was told to do.

- I turn them down to you. This will improve your memory, and I will not have to repeat twice.

Swinging lightly, he struck several times, squealing, clutching at her butt with fresh pale pink stripes.

Lifting her chin, he looked into tearful, suffering-filled eyes. He ran a finger over his wet cheek, wiping away tears.

Well, that's enough. Put yourself in order, get dressed, wash up, and call your daughter.

The teen girl froze in front of him. Pale and reddening, not knowing what to say. Looking at him like a little chicken at a kite.

And Andrew continued to hold a long pause.

Finally, he handed her a large envelope.

- Pass it on to your mom. It contains your passports and documents for a small business in some southern coastal city. And these are tickets for the nearest plane. Hurry up. And also: tell her that the play is over. You are free.

Goodbye!

Albina, not believing in what is happening, froze in bewilderment, and then a bullet flew out of the hall, pressing the cherished envelope to her chest.

Andrew, left alone, sat in thought for a while, recalling the evening before. Finally, he smiled, looked through the brandy glass warmed in his hand to the scarlet flames of the fireplace, drank, got up, and opened the window. The cold, humid air stormed into the room as the crystal chandeliers clasped in the room, churning the curtains in the ceiling. Having absorbed the air, he freely sighed, and hearing the rustle of tires on the asphalt of a car driving away in the red lights, he shut the window. And already thinking of something else, he walked into the depths of the house.