There was no exit.

Having affectionately smiling at Grigori Ignatovich, Yegor suddenly threw himself into the air like a spring and knocked him down.

While he was wheezing on the floor, Yegor managed to get a gun.

“I wanted to talk to you about cats,” he said. - You have a pet, huh? Most likely, Pers.

- What the heck?..

- Now we will go, Grigory Ignatovich, to her. To Tass.

- What is Tase?

- Here to this, - Egor grabbed him by the collar and poked the gun in his mouth. - Got it? Now get up and go.

They rode for a long time, hitting the stretch. Brown Gregory was silent. Yegor did not take the trunk hidden under his jacket from him. When they got into the car, he demanded:

- Address.

“What other address?”

- Address is fast! Kill !!! - Yegor shouted.

- Heroes of Perekop, 32 ...

Yegor got the phone.

- Alla? Sanya? This is Egor, who is a detective. There is news on your case. Immediately come to the street Heroes of Perekop, 32. As soon as possible. Do you know this address? What? Your boss's mansion? Clear. Yes, I think the case is solved. And take Pasha with you. When will you be? In ten minutes? Wait for me without entering the house. If someone comes out of there - try to sneak the picture unnoticed.

Arriving, Egor went to the house together in Grigory Ignatovich, gently holding it by the hand. Behind them came the bewildered Sanya and Pasha.

- Someone left here? - asked Egor.

- Yes. We shot them on video.

- The girl was taken out?

- Not.

- Where is she? - Egor asked Grigory Ignatovich.

- I do not know. She was brought in and ...

- And ... - Egor painfully poked the trunk between the ribs with Grigory Ignatovich. He sniffed and turned around.

- This way.

They went down to some basement.

Entering the next door behind him, Yegor saw the table, and on it was a bandaged body.

Saw and froze.

Then he gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, exhaled, and inhaled again, trying to squeeze the cotton-mist out of his brain with an effort of will.

Grigory Ignatovich twitched. A long, years-old habit of Egor knocked him down.

- Where is this your gizmo? He shouted, not taking the trunk from him.

The cotton mist turned the body inside out, and Egor bit his lip to the pain.

- I do not know ... It's not me ... I did not know what they did to her ...

- Where is the thing? - Yegor shouted and shot him in the leg. Sanya and Pasha, pale as a wall, began to move backward toward the exit. - Don `t move! I will shoot! - Yegor continued to shout, shouting away the cotton mist that crawled into him like poison. - Where is it?

- I won’t say ... better kill it ... - Grigory Ignatovich wheezed, writhing on the floor.

Egor took a deep breath again. Then he looked, overpowering himself, at Tacy's body, rewound with bloody bandages.

- She is alive? - He asked Sani with Pasha. - Bystrooooo !!! - Yegor shouted, tearing his throat, and they jumped to the body.

“Yes,” Pasha answered in a trembling voice. - While alive.

Yegor abruptly turned to Grigori Ignatovich, feeling the floor of his jacket. Then he grinned.

- Inside pocket, left. Quickly reach, and ...

Pushing his lip to the blood, he watched Sanya tearing off the bandages from what was recently Tasey, and Pasha is doing something with a small thing that looks like a syringe with a thermometer.

- To put yesterday? - he asked.

- What?

- Recovery point. The default is yesterday, but I can and ...

- Come on. On yesterday.

Pasha inserted the needle Tase under the skin and pressed something on the device. There was a squeak.

Having squeezed the Adam's apple so as not to let the cotton mist in the head, Yegor watched as wounds gaping with bloody meat overgrown in front of his eyes, and living shoots stretching from stumps, turning into arms and legs, sprouting with fingers like branches

The device squeaked, and Pasha pulled out the needle.

Tasia lay on the table, safe and sound. Her stomach and groin were stained with blood.

“So,” said Yegor. The cotton mist was bubbling in him, turning into burning joy, which was now as superfluous as horror. “So,” he repeated, and pulled out a mobile phone. - Alla! Mitrokhin? This is Belousov. Urgently operative group on Heroes of Perekop, 32. Rape in front of witnesses.Group. Yes, I caught one. Hold at gunpoint. Two others escaped. Witnesses here, - he stared at Sanya with Pasha. Those nodded. - And an ambulance for the victim. She is unconscious ...

- Blyaaaaad! - Grigory Ignatovich roared.

- Why? After all, true truth. You're a sadist, - Yegor kicked him. - Ten out of ten, that, besides the horse's sperm, there is yours in it. You pokukuesh on the zone with cons. You know how they like rapists ...

“Uh ...” came a faint voice.

Yegor turned to the table.

- What? What was it? - Tasia rose on the table. - Why am I naked? What happened at all ?!

***

Egor was driving with her in the ambulance. It is fatal for him to do something stupid — for example, to fall on Tasya and smear her tears of relief — but he restrained himself, and only his hand quietly stroked Tasino’s shoulder.

- How did you figure it out? - asked Tasia.

“According to the cat,” said Yegor. “Yesterday, when we went to college with him, the dude was wearing cleaned clothes — not wool. Of course, I did not suspect anything. And today, when I summoned him to me, he was in a hurry and did not have time to clean or change his clothes. He brought me on trousers and a jacket, so to speak, a thick slice of evidence. Wool looks the same as in the laboratory. Of course, this in itself is not a clue - there are many cats in Moscow, even of the same suit. But it's not only that.

- And what else?

“When you were kidnapped, I kept wondering who it could be.” It could only be someone who knew that you are also investigating this matter. What are you with me at the same time. What are you my girlfriend. Someone from the institute ... When this freak came to me in “Nyuh”, and I saw feline hair on his clothes, it suddenly dawned on me: after all, he saw us with you. Do you remember - then, at "NYuH"? I spoke to you, then got into his car, and he saw everything. Of course, this was only an assumption, but ... I have a principle: at first we regard each coincidence as a pattern. Exceptions and accidents are rare, and first you need to check everything. You yourself said, remember? ... And so. By his reaction, I saw that I was right. He truncated, as I look at him, decided that I suspect him, was frightened and betrayed himself. When I caught his eye, I had no doubt about anything.

“Wait,” Tasia said. - You say - "yesterday." It was today! Today we met at Nyuha, met ... Then I rushed to this institute to wipe your nose ... I went there ... and I don’t remember anything else. How do you know that we are investigating this case together? Why do you say that I am your girlfriend?

"Taak ... It can be seen that the recovery point is yesterday at 11 or 12 o'clock in the afternoon," thought Yegor. “What a blessing that this thing erases the memory.”

“It was yesterday,” he said softly, stroking her head. “You forgot everything from shock.” After that, we spent a stormy night, liquidated your virginity and confessed each other in eternal love until the grave. Do not you remember?

- Not. I do not remember...

- Not scary. The main thing is that I remember everything. This morning, the bandits who worked on this monster, kidnapped you, brought to him, and there ... However, let's not talk about sad things. Say better: it's not your first time, is it?

“No,” said Tasia, looking at Yegor with all her eyes. - His daughter studied with me on the same course.

- So. Was it his cat hair was on your pants?

- Him.

- Yeah. See, my principle works like a Swiss watch. And what did you forget at his house the day before yesterday evening?

- Yes, so ... - muttered Tasia. - Olka left for a long time, but I just went by the old memory ... Nothing special, honestly! Well ... well ... you know - there are situations when you do not know how it will turn, and ...

“I know,” said Yegor. - You know what I think?

- What?

- This is, of course, an assumption, but ... I think that the detective agency "NYUH" is associated with our hero .... Read more →