You know
Breaking my heart in two
Because I never wanna see you sad girl
Don't be a bad girl
But if you wanna leave, take good care
I hope you make a lot of nice friends out there
But just remember
Mr. Big "Wild World"

1.

On this day, without a break, heavy rain poured down. From one of his obsessive noise on the skin goosebumps escaped, and even hot coffee did not save from this scourge. Vlad thought longingly that most likely the whole center of the capital would be flooded again. He won't get close to the car, even though he parked on the hill. You have to call a taxi or something good to get on the subway, otherwise it will be late for training in boxing. The last time he traveled in the subway about six months ago and regretted a hundred times later. But then, too, there was simply no other way out.

There was a complete lull in the work. All more or less serious cases were reassigned to his subordinates, nothing sensational was expected - one boring commercial routine: bytovuha like checking for adultery, surveillance of competitors, a couple of cases of missing people, and even under the sect a brutal businessman began to dig. It was not worth stuttering about organizations - everything is too predictable and depressing. He preferred not to get involved in serious criminal offenses - there was a negative experience of his colleagues, and Vlad wanted a peaceful, comfortable existence. Perhaps some romance lay in his profession, but even in the beginning, he was more attracted to power over other people's secrets than extreme risk to his life. Let it be so ... not everyone wants to go to hell with horns, especially when you are no longer an errand boy and have the opportunity to exploit others and live happily ever after. That's just ... boredom was driving crazy ... the lack of new goals, unknown peaks on the horizon, personal perspectives ... In a word, the middle age crisis arrived just in time - in the anniversary thirty-five.

He got up, put on a cold jacket, which only became even more chilly, took the cigarettes and went down the elevator to the first floor in the elevator. Smoking outside your own office was now possible only under the canopy of the side entrance to the office. A noisy company was always crowded there, but now, fortunately, silence reigned, except for the rustling and murmur of the heavenly waters. One joy is that the air was cleared of exhausts and soaked with autumn smells of rotten leaves, moist earth and ozone. Footpaths were empty, shimmering from the rain, cars raised cascading fountains of puddles, all the colors of the autumn street became brighter and cleaner. Smoke in all this magnificence was even somehow blasphemous, but pleasant.

Two young girls emerged from a nearby parked sports BMW and stormed past Vlad under one colorful umbrella. One such delicate blonde with a cloud of luxurious, almost completely bleached hair just above her shoulders, dressed in a short pearly flared cloak. The other is a brunette brunette, stylishly cropped as a boy, in a tight-fitting leather trouser suit. Pretty and far from poor young ladies, with an energetic gait, hurrying along their archival matters. Svetlenkaya seemed too serious, alarmed and defenseless. The little black beast, passing by, managed to shoot Vlad towards the audacious appraising gaze of the experienced heartbreaker and self-satisfiedly wriggled the scarlet lips in response to his impenetrable mask of a jaded female beauty connoisseur. Vlad looked with a thoughtful smile after them, walking along the slender, half-naked legs of one and the other, which was pulled into the skin of a round ass. “Surely, young students of some prestigious university are strolling a couple, because it’s not royal business to attend classes,” Vlad smirked with a delight in dragging on a cigarette. “However ... it seems I’m starting to grumble.”

He didn’t have time to finish smoking his mobile phone in the pocket of his jacket, pulling him out of a pleasant train of thoughts about girlish charms.

- To you clients, Vladislav Andreevich. They ask you personally, - sang the magic voice of Veronica, his new secretary. If he did not know that she was already over fifty, her voice would have driven him crazy for a long time. He already played a cruel joke with some of his colleagues and clients who could not resist his deep notes and who did not know who was sitting on the other end of the wire. In general, the angelic voice ... but her appearance did not distract from the work at all, and this was a big plus after the scandal with his previous worker. “No more intrigues at work,” the detective solemnly swore to himself, and instead of another model with a model appearance, he hired a lady who had worked as a secretary for thirty-two years as a member of the board of a large industrial holding and shortened for a noble goal to give way to young and promising.

- Thank you, Veronika Nikolaevna. Now I will, - he reported as before a strict teacher. Sometimes she did take it into circulation, driving her according to her strictly planned schedules, when there was a great deal of business, or when he would put up and start filing.

The first thing he noticed when he went into the entrance hall of his reception room was the fresh floral scent of perfume. Then things on the hanger caught my eye — that same light raincoat and that same black leather jacket. Vlad curled his lips in a contented smile and, casting a quick glance in the mirror, slightly smoothed out his recalcitrant golden strands with his fingers. Recently, communication with clientele rarely gave him pleasure, and even more pleasant excitement.

***

After the standard exchange of courtesies, the detective sat comfortably in the chair and in turn carefully and rather unceremoniously studied his guests. Svetlenka kept herself very strictly and restrained, but when she straightened her hair, Vlad noticed that the tips of her fingers were slightly trembling. In addition, she constantly looked away, often breathing and seemed to be pale. It is very likely that she was on edge. “So the client is she. Surely some personal disassembly - treason and all that jazz ... Sorry for the bird. Such suspicions are confirmed in 90% of cases, ”thought Vlad. Chernyavaya Tatsanka smiled at him only with his eyes, and, not at all embarrassed, met his gaze with a challenge. “But also beautiful, toadstool! And here was clearly not the case, but only to unwind and flaunt an impressive neckline. Gossip. Lounger Aferistka. The brawler, ”the detective thought in his mind. Whom did she remind him of? Wasn’t it a flint from a bar with which they had a good time a couple of weeks ago? Her name was somehow unusual ... Dina ... or Diana ... However, the name most likely was fictitious. That's what he remembered very well, so how nice she sang karaoke in the club, and then in the hotel room, riding him, until he found a more useful and enjoyable experience for her mouth.

“I listen to you very attentively, lady,” he said emphatically, politely, assured in advance that he would not hear anything new and intriguing.

“One influential person recommended us to you,” the brunette immediately readily gave out. “I was not allowed to disclose the surname, but asked to assure that I would not be indebted to you,” the yoke gave him a self-satisfied smile from a girl who has everything in her life caught up.

“I'm afraid this will not help you,” said Vlad with a mock seriousness, and he winked at the brunette conspiratorially, barely holding back a smile, but then again turned to businesslike tone. - Yes, it does not matter, because we have the same responsible approach to all our clients without recommendations. Please state the essence of the matter.

The brunette cast a questioning glance at her friend, but she sat in a wide leather chair with an expression of detachment in a pretty face. Now, when she took off her cloak and remained in an elegant business suit, ideally narrowed down by a delightfully feminine figure, she seemed more adult and serious to the detective story. Skillful ...