Take the body to the bathroom -
from yesterday's need to wash off.
Do not play my game strange.
In flight, do not stop.

I smoke. Steam train
Reputed drunk.
I hate the gundos.
Behind the bitch groan.

I hate traitors.
I myself surrender to despondency.
Such a life has been shattered -
was the boy rosy - became blue.
And Pinzhenin
August 05

Frome Dusk Till Down. Aaaaa, la-la-la. What nonsense is sometimes filmed in this stupid Hollywood. I look and I marvel. Vampires - like cotton wool, wooden teeth. Fu

But the girl on stage with a snake is good, you will not say anything.

And because I look like a fool of some kind, by God. That's what I'm doing here? Here and now? Oh, I write, you say ... Oh well, I will answer.

I'm just trying not to lose my mind. Do not throw yourself out of the window and open your veins. Yes, everything is fine, but I was left alone. Since last night and it seems like forever.

But I will start in order.

Something twisted like twisted three days ago. As if after a terrible hangover, when the colors on one side are dull, and on the other they play with an unfamiliar spectrum. So I opened my eyes in the morning, looked at the photo of my wife on the bedside table, and ... As if I was relaxing in my gut. Where, I think, my eyes were all thirteen years old? How did I live with this freak? Damn, and I'm with her two kinder patched up. Fucked her for three hours in a row, as she, “darling”, liked.

And what is most interesting: I could not touch her for a week before. God knows what happened then. Well, not worth it, though burst. I already looked at porn, and lit candles, and tried every massage. He wanted to run for Viagra, but somehow it became embarrassing. Thirty-seven years old. My grandmother in the pharmacy laugh.

So they lived a week as neighbors: she kicked me out of the couch on the floor. Just three days ago, she threw a scandal to me. Impotent, screaming, no use with you. I go, he says, to shoot in a bar. There, unlike you, real men are found.

Then the door slammed behind her, and inside it seemed as if someone had died. Skates dropped and lies there in the belly, decomposed. I can not help myself.

Well, I lay down a bit, but I went to pour tea to the kitchen. Just put the kettle on the stove, as the door opened. Anka came. Screamed like a girl. Sobbing, eyes red, nose swollen. He says I'm sorry, Chamomile. I do not know, they say, that has found me.

I embraced her a bit, stroked her back, smacked her ear. I feel, my friend has stirred. Yes, well so ricocheted. Well, I ... worked as it should: how she loved - three hours. Fortunately, the children were not at home until the evening.

And so we were lying on the floor with her (they did not reach the sofa) and I suddenly asked:

- Anya, have you ever cheated on me?

After a second, I regretted that I was not born as dumb as my brother. Anka from the floor was blown up, as scalded. She rushed about the room, straightens her clothes, pulls on her underpants. And the person ... more beautiful in a coffin put. Pale, yes, with some kind of dead tint.

- How dare you ?! - screams so that I almost deaf.

Damn, yes, I just asked, why shout something?

- Absolutely drunk your brain? Or who whispered?

And then I feel that I boil. Like the teapot that I put on the stove and which we both forgot. Only that whistle, and I’m about to get some steam from my ears. I open my mouth, but how can I squeal my procuratorial voice:

- Shut up fool!

She slammed the mitten, looking at me. And in the eyes of something splashing. And what, I can not understand. Whether frightened, or offense. And my flair clicks. As happens at interrogations: I will look at the defendant, and I already know - is guilty. Proof - no, witnesses - the jester peas, and I know for sure that he is guilty. Although on the spot shoot, even cut me into pieces, but that's all to blame.

I go up to my Anka, mumble something tender and bad (I play with myself in the “good” and “bad” investigator), trying to calm her down. She seems to be quieting down; it nestles on my naked breast and sobs barely audible.

- Roma, - mutters through tears, - how could you think? Who pondered you? Show me that bastard, I myself spit in her eye.

Well, I reassured her, but she went to the garden after the children. And I still poured tea for myself, lit a cigarette, and I stood in the window, smoking. And restlessly I somehow inside, oh restless. As if someone unwashed feet on my fresh grave walked.

Well, oh well, I think, and the old woman is porn. Wrong prosecutor who does not happen. Even the wolf sometimes fails, but he comes across a trap. But a man ... quite a trifling matter.

So it was the third day. And yesterday I went to work; I sat down at the table, laid out the papers and waited for the next suspect to be brought in for questioning. I drank tea unsweetened and sit, read the protocol. He looked under the pile of papers, and from under it the edge of the disk was seen. I was surprised a little about myself, because I don’t remember any disks on my desk, and I also got DVDs. In the hands of the turned, did not understand. I did not see any markings on the shiny surface. What is what? Ah, I remember, I thought: probably, Acne watched the movie and forgot on my desk.

Acne is my mentor used to be when I came to the prosecutor’s office as an intern. There was a mentor, became a neighbor in the office. He once introduced me to Anka.

I think I'll take a look at one eye, than the deputy prosecutor of the city is keen on. I inserted the disc into my computer, clicked on Play.

It was here that I was completely covered. At the very top of the water flooded over, and on top also flattened the sledgehammer. At first, I thought that some kind of tough porn Vitalik inserts. Three men in rubber helmets on their heads come one aunt in black rubber. Hanged on chains and whip it, poor thing, than by falling. The aunt's eyes are tied with a wide ribbon (no faces can be seen), and there is a red ball in her teeth. She can not shout, only mumbles like a cow. Spins on the chains, barely moving his head.

I almost blevan from disgust. I do not like this, honestly. I already wanted to turn it off, but one of the sadists approached the victim and removed the bandage from her face. He ran his hand across his chest and turned it straight to the camera. And hung there on chains ... my darling Anka. The one where I became the “second” and the “only” thirteen years ago. And I have it - the first and only.

The guard of the accused brought, and my hands are shaking so that I broke a pencil. The whole office moans and screams are heard from the computer. He had barely turned off so as not to disgrace himself. I do not remember how I conducted the interrogation. I didn’t remember what the fool was asking the opposite. I thought only about one thing: what kind of nits did I slip this abomination? Who has such a strange sense of humor?

After the interrogation, Ankin wanted to dial the number and say everything to her, a prostitute, but changed his mind. He remembered how Acne, a trainee of green, taught me to the mind.

“If you want to get pissed off,” he said to me, “count to one hundred.” Better yet, up to a thousand. How to calculate, so make a decision.

I counted. I counted up to three hundred and decided not to call. Here come back home, then we'll talk. No, I'm lying. Called all the same. I asked the children to give the mother-in for the night. He promised a surprise in the evening. From her disgusting voice, I realized that the bait had been swallowed and it would be obvious to prepare for a stunning sex marathon.

I neatly put the disk in the case and put it in my jacket pocket. Golden is the drive for me. Brilliant literally. On this brilliant circle, all my thirteen happy years fit.

Came home, and Anka is already in a silk robe. Under the bathrobe is clearly nothing else. Spirits rushing so that his eyes water. I threw myself on my neck, let's play like a cat. By God, almost purrs:

- I missed something like, Chamomile is my field. All wore out right.

Oh, and it was difficult for me to control myself. I wanted to throw this rubbish to the wall, but I kept it. Only he took her dirty hands from himself and whispered in her ear:

- I'm recording ...