August 08

At work affected the patient. I sat on the armchair all night then. Smoked a pack of cigarettes, already nauseated from smoke. In the room - like a fog hung, sigh heavily.

But in the morning I got up, my bones stiffened, I kneaded, my lower back was massaged, and the trigger mechanism clicked in my head. With such a specific sound, when you catch the cartridge in the barrel and cock trigger. It was as if the lost puzzle got into place and the mosaic was formed.

Who could leave me that disk on the table? In addition to Vitalik no one. That's what he really didn't say anything to me. How should friends respond? Help someone who got into trouble. And this only snot on the phone chewed.

And if it is Acne, then he knew the contents, not otherwise.

He went into the kitchen to pour himself some coffee, but instead of coffee he banged a mug of undiluted whiskey. He drank in one gulp and thought again. If you believe Anka, then ... Then you can still forget, return, forgive. Freaks of those I, of course, find. To each fuck his dirty tear and tear down the throat with care. For sure. But...

That is why this “but” comes out at any moment? I grabbed the disk again, put it on the computer and stuck to the monitor. It was so disgusting that he choked on saliva, but watched carefully, not looking up. The recording was short - about five minutes, not more. At first, one of them was lashing my wife with a lash on the sides. Before that, she squirmed. The second one was at that time behind, from the back something was working. And the third for the nipples all the time pulled. I remember that her chest was inflamed. I caught a cold, as I said. All smeared something to hurt not much.

Wham, there is! I paused, the image was enlarged so that it went large in pixels, but the digital clock with the date I saw on the shelf behind this magnificent four. A week ago it was. Exactly on that very day when my damn thing completely fell on her.

Strangely, she reacted to the rape. That same evening I began to stick to me. Well, let's say ... If somewhere in the area there is a group of perverts, then there must be victims. There must be at least one statement. They do not kill these unfortunates, after all. My won is completely alive, even too much, after such an adventure.

I dialed the number of a classmate - the operational cop and asked him this question.

“No,” he answered me an hour after the call, “there were no such statements.” Even close. Yes, and how in our swamp such garbage can happen?

So maybe classmate Grishka. And if it happened, it meant only one thing: everything was in agreement. I did not notice any traces of beatings on her back, nor severe pains (except nipples). So, they beat me effortlessly, not with leather whips, but with a fake.

And here I poplohelo thoroughly. Who have I lived for thirteen years? From whom did you give birth to children? And where were my eyes before? Yes, it is clear where - in the Ankina Mande. He pulled a rotten dumpling to the ears and did not see a damn thing around. The investigator of the prosecutor's office is called. Under his own nose, his own wife threesome fuck.

I finished the bottle of whiskey. And as I drank it up, the songs began to shout drunk. And "Oh, frost, frost", and "We went out of wooden huts". And as I screamed, I scored Vitalik again. Here, I did not count to a hundred. Just typed and that's it. And stupidly listened to how the machine responds: "Temporarily unavailable, call back later."

I called for work, at work they answered that investigator Kopytko had departed for two hours ago on a business trip to Kiev. It feels, crud that fried smell.

I wanted to wash after a sleepless night, and some idiot sounded through the door. I threw it wide open, I wanted to bark at these “Witnesses of something Dreadful there” to fail, but my eyes met my father’s eyes. And behind my daddy my little wife was hiding hard.

“Come on, come on,” I said cheerfully. “Why are you spinning like some kind of non-native?”

She had already taken a step to get out, but her daddy pushed her back behind her again.

- What are you doing, you rascal? - he began.“My wife, given by God, in the middle of the night, almost naked out.

And puffed up, puffed like a turkey. That's about to grab the belt, as a child mokronosom.

- Give up this business, dad, - I say to him affectionately. - not yours, believe me.

Anka behind him, she squeezed completely, only whining quietly.

- Where are the children? - I ask her.

- My mother.

“To be home tomorrow.” You can get out to those three who love you so peculiarly.

Dad and did the color of the rainbow went.

- Yes, how dare you? - shouted a fire siren.

And he himself looked like a fire. By God, all of you that stuck on this phrase? And I dare, and have, and do.

“Let me get some things,” Anka asked plaintively.

But this is always please. I stepped aside, I ran them into the apartment and grinned when I saw that they were already with the packages arrived. Preparing means Oh well.

I did not bother them, I went to the kitchen to smoke. About ten minutes later, the devil pulled me to see what they were collecting there. My Anka is standing in a “sic” pose at a sideboard and throwing grandfather's awards from the war into a package. My speech was taken away directly.

“Uh,” I shouted when I cleared my throat, “brake when cornering.” Where is it?

Anka wrapped and so surprised answers me:

“But you yourself said to your son that it was his.” A daughter promised grandmother's gold. I'll take it too, do you mind?

My eyes like balls have become. I even suffocated from such impudence.

“Come here,” I beckoned her with my finger. - Do not worry, I will not beat. You know, I do not beat women.

Anka came very close. I smelled my favorite perfume and simply shuddered me. I remembered at once why I had slept on the floor for a week. Smelled of her. Other males stank. From her before and carried, but at that time somehow very special. Because she was on all sorts of deodorants and other crap just was obsessed.

I took her chin with my fingers, she slightly covered her eyes, and I broke my nose with a short pitch. It just happened, I did not expect it from myself.

She grabbed her nose and nassed her voice:

- I kill-th-th-th-th!

Dad from the other room rocket rushed. Immediately to comfort her - hug rushed. She pats her shoulder, looks into her face.

“A natural sadist,” he turned to me.

I just grinned. Is this me a sadist? Yes, you ask your unfaithful daughter-in-law what her specific pleasures she prefers.

And anyway, I thought suddenly, why the hell are you rushing around like a hen with eggs? Who is she to you?

“Boria,” Anka sobbed, meanwhile, “why is he with me like that?” I'm not guilty of anything. I was alarmed and put to sleep.

Boria ?! And for a long time, I wonder, does she call my dad by name? Okay, I have no time with me to wander with you. Both vzashey pushed and sleep fell.

It was, therefore, the 6th of August. And on the 7th I rushed to Kiev. Dyuzhe wanted to talk with Vitalik. Our youth to remember, booze joint. The way he taught me to take the testimony, not shot. Now I will check it at his school.

I am not proud, in the capital of the hotel I went around. Prosecutor's ID in each of the luminaries. My mentor was found in the fifth - "Khreshchatyk." On the third floor settled. The door opened to me drunk in zyuzu. As I saw, I leaned back.

I quietly closed the door behind me, grabbed him by the breast, and gently pressed it against the wall. Why do I need him to cringe from fear ahead of time?

“Listen to me, Vital,” I began in a soulful voice, “just don’t say afterwards that I have not heard anything.” Now you can clearly tell me how that frigging disk was on my desktop. And God forbid you lie. You know me, I lie for a mile I read.

Acne, was, to arms rushed, but drunk, that from him to take. He caught on the fold of the carpet and flattened himself like a mattress. I already got the pistol myself in the room when I stepped over the mentor. The bastard took it on the fly and smiled. Widely so with all his big soul. I, in general, a good guy. Sometimes too. I remember how one of my business under my table was eating my own testimony. So instead of vdar it between the blades, I poured a seagull from a pure heart. Well, why dryfooted paper squeezed. I did not know, the disease, that the testimony in the copy was. What was given to read, then gobbled up.

Acne swine swollen lifted, looked at me unkindly:

- What do you want to know, evil thing?

“Everything,” I replied with feeling.

- sure? - a little bolder this insolent.

“More than that,” I assured him.

And I keep the pistol. You never know that this drunk will come up.

It would be better not to ask. Acne approached the suitcase, snapped the lock and turned on disks like mine, about a dozen onto the table. Nout opened, the first one got there stuck.

“We weren't always masked,” he told me. - Sometimes she wanted the utmost frankness.

They fought her hard. Like I never fucked. In all holes. Take turns and at the same time. Acne, my dad and pastor.

- Your Anka before marriage was “shoulder”. Worked with dalnoboya on long runs.

Vitalik's voice went offscreen. I watched without looking away. To the one that promised me before the altar to be faithful. And I got her almost unkissed. All was waiting for the only one. The one with which to the grave; in sorrow and joy; in sickness and health.

“Why didn't I know about this?” - I asked Vitalik.

“We agreed that way,” his voice replied from behind his shoulders. - About silence. She was always a little. Even three of us are few, and you ... You fucked her for hours, she bragged herself. Only it was too gentle, it should have been harder. Listen, answer as a peasant to a peasant: do you accept something? How can three hours work without a break?

I turned my eyes on him. Acne darted to the corner, stumbled again, grabbed me reflexively so as not to fall.
“I just forgot the record,” he murmured. - By drunk forgot, forgive me ...

And then ... probably the same reflex worked. I stretched my hand (and I don’t have a hand - my hands are 188 cm tall), but I squeezed his neck lightly with chicken. Exactly where the artery beats. Acne rolled his eyes, but collapsed like a knocked down.

I collected the discs and faded home. There my mother called (she was divorced with her father), asked her to take the children for a few days, and he gave herself a round-the-clock viewing of exclusive porn.

Still looking. I need to consider every detail, every movement to remember. Their faces piggy in memory burn out with a hot iron. Every breath, every gesture, every smile.

For ... because the fate of the sons of men and the fate of animals is the same: as they die, both these and one breath all die, and man has no advantage over cattle, because everything is vanity! Ecclesiastes.

It's time for someone to die.

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