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- Will you go with me to the apartment?

We are sitting in my car, parked fifty meters from the bus stop, opening the doors and sipping ice mineral water in small sips.

- Zadolbala heat ... And who will? - I ask. The caterpillars sometimes dragged me along with all sorts of activities boring for his passions. But our strange tastes with him often coincided. What is not a reason for friendship between a pretty lady under thirty and no less than a nice guy over twenty? And no you stupid romance.

- Pakhomovtsy.

But this is unexpected ... "Pakhomovka" is a specific public, for people with a twisting of consciousness: shock content, traps, guryatinka of all kinds and directions. Sometimes I liked to look through the tape, look at the abominations, to once again remember how beautiful life is. But I doubt that the others have the same motives. What the Caterpillars are doing there was a mystery to me at all: successful, self-confident, always some kind of fragrantly pressed, he did not fit into the image of a beatard or a latent maniac.

- Is it you who calls me ...? - Raise an eyebrow.

- Well ... Not that. Although options are possible. And what, zassala? - and this is his caustic side look. He knows, infection, how easy it is to take me to the "weak."

- There is a little - I answer honestly.

- It's your business. We, as in the Subject, the Rule of Three: security, awareness, good will, - laughed. - Come on. Go. You are under my protection. When did I lie to you?

Hmm ... never. I get interested. To look at live pakhomovtsy in a natural habitat - when still it will be possible? I'm a kind of collector. I collect unusual people, turn into friends, if you're lucky. With normal boring. With abnormal - sometimes scary, especially at first, when you really do not know which buttons it is better not to touch. My option is to stand in a cage with tigers and stick your hands in it, without crossing the barrier. Here it is, my barrier this time - Gus.

- A and go. Dictate the address.

On the way we jumped into the supermarket, Caterpillars went to pickle alcohol. I, do not be a fool, dialed Natasha, dictated her address. Not that I do not trust my friend, but life has taught me: situations are very different. He returned with two melodiously tinkling bags, tumbled into the back seat, gently pulled the jeans on his knees - a habit peculiar to those who often wear trousers with arrows.

- Touch it! - masterly tone.

- Will you become a minister, will you take me as a driver? - I ask, squinting in the rearview mirror.

- I'll take you, take you ... as a driver, - winks. Infection.

Home as home. Entrance, elevator, top floor. Music is already heard on the landing. They don’t open the bell for a long time, then finally the lock clicks, a guy appears in the door - tall, a good half a head taller than me, it’s my heels. Releasing a cloud of cigarette smoke at the porch, he throws me from head to toe with an appraising glance, which makes it a bit uncomfortable, but at the same time pleasant — approval in the eyes. Having taken the package from the Caterpillar, says loudly, turning to someone in the room:

- Uzhraty came, brought a booze and brought some kind of milf. Fit.

Um ... It is now offended or did a compliment?

“This is the Creator,” commented Gus, gently pushing me in the back and locking the door from the inside. - He jokes badly, fucks even worse, but the man is golden. Do not ask where infa.

Two-room apartment, in appearance - removable, but not a den. Naked linoleum, a hefty sofa, covered with a battered, but clean veil, plasma on which pictures without sound flicker - the music pours from the hefty speakers in the corner.For some time I could not understand what confuses me in this room. And only then it reaches me: a hook sticks out in the middle of the ceiling. Apparently, from the chandelier removed, nothing unusual, but for some reason, my mind continually returns to it. What the hell?

It is smoky - there is a hookah near the sofa, to which some girl has been mowing under the goth. Nearby is another one, about eighteen years old, blonde, with a look at the same time arrogant and a little nervous. Also, see, for the first time here. Nearby, saddling a chair - a guy, dark-haired, wiry, tells something, slightly stretching his words.

- Hi, adminota! - Gus greets. Pointing to the dark one, he says to me: - And this is Chechen. May, this is the people. The people, this is May. Everything, now you own, make yourself at home.

"May". Funky shit ...

Now I understand why the MILF. The girls in the room are no older than twenty, while, as is customary at their age, they try to appear older. I - exactly the opposite. Tall, well-groomed, even in jeans and a spacious black T-shirt I can look expensive. This comes with experience. And attracts attention, even besides my desire. And now I don’t really want to shine, it’s more interesting for me to watch.

Twenty people in the apartment, or rather difficult to say - from time to time someone goes out to the balcony or into the next room, they come back, sometimes with misty eyes, sometimes shining. People throws substances. I am quietly pleasantly drunk, sucking vodka with juice. From the balcony pulls sweet smoke - I saw how they pulled a wet bulb. The red-haired girl, catching my gaze, nods invitingly. I do not smoke, but I go - I want to take a breath of air, and just take a break from music, chat with people.

On the balcony I find Gus. Talking on the phone, covering the speaker with his hand. Nearly, a couple selflessly sucks - a plump guy with a large porous nose, for some reason causing associations with Sponge Bob, and a girl with a very short, almost boyish haircut. Both hands of the guy shamelessly rummage in girlfriend's lowered shorts. Redhead breathes smoke.

- Well, how are you? - ending the conversation, asks Horror, hiding the phone in his pocket. I shrug indefinitely.

- Honestly? Pretty ordinary.

- Disappointed? Wait, we just arrived early. Specially early brought you to settle down. The most interesting will begin after the speech of Chechen.

- Wow, is there an entertainment program? - I'm surprised.

- And then! Just like adults. Oh, do you hear?

The music is quiet. Chechen’s voice is now breaking through. His strange manner of speaking, stretching his words, is somewhat annoying, but at the same time holds attention and forces one to listen.

—... why did we create Pakhomovka for what it is? Stupid question. I would be more surprised if we created it. Each of us comes to shock content in its own way: someone jerks at the pasta, others consider themselves to be finished cynics, leaving “conciliatory” comments on a photo of another dismembered and raped Mexican woman, and others still do not understand why. Personally, I was moved by curiosity, always interested in human psychology. “Other people's brains are dirtier, dirtier than I’m used to” - “Krovostok,” remember? Well, no way I could not understand why people cut off their eyebrows and eggs, what is beautiful in the tumor on the head of a baby and why they admire Chikatilo. And the more I looked through the material, the closer I got to understanding what was happening in the minds of these people. Disgust was replaced by aloof curiosity, curiosity - understanding, understanding - thirst and satisfaction. This is how we grow spiritually, gentlemen. Those things that previously seemed disgusting and unacceptable, now cause interest and pleasure. Having come to this, having united, we have created what we have created. And, having absorbed as much shit as your admins have absorbed, it is impossible not to change. Think about why you came here.Do you love sex and suffering as we love it? When only real pain and tortured body brings satisfaction? Or are you another bunch of students and schoolchildren who came here for plump and wide?

Chechen pauses, pauses. One of the guests begins to say something unintelligible, he is pulled off by those who already understand what the owner of the gangster is leading to. Having circled everyone with an attentive glance, from which the room becomes completely quiet, Chechen ...