“Revenge is a cold dish,” Posner says with an arrangement. The old fart smiles from under his glasses, exhaling another ring of sweet smoke. Cleverly taught a lesson to an old-fashioned youth tickling the nerves of a decrepit libertine, prompts revelations:

- Women are not capable of love. They want to belong to be disposed of as a thing. Even the most powerful and independent in their hearts cherish the hope of one day finding a tamer. They are looking for a master like dogs.

- Are men capable of love? - a volcano of passion rages inside me, which I carefully hide.

“Only men are capable,” Posner responds without a doubt. “Their love is true if only because it is based on libido.” A woman can fall in love with a monster, because in her heart she is a dog, bitch. Her love is really affection. But a man will never fall in love with a plain woman. The man ... - Posner lowers his eyelids, the volumetric cloud of smoke is separated from the dry thin lips. - A man loves body and soul, because God created Adam from clay. He created Eve a little later from Adam's rib, and only so that Adam would not be bored.

I gently turn off the recorder in my pocket. Collections of audio recordings with Pozner's discourses on love, violence and slavery, of course, are not enough to pinch the old asshole. Even a video with a money transfer or an initiation ritual would not be a reason to initiate a criminal case. No injuries - no crime. And there are no victims in Sect, everyone is happy, insanely happy. Especially girls-beauties who serve clients all day long are spreading honey over the honeycomb.

“You love medok, love and chill,” the client coos.

Blondie Julia came back from the last raid pretty shabby with wide-open glass eyes. When asked what happened, she without emotion told how a group of young, drunk people celebrated her friend's birthday party, making a gift cake out of her. They folded Yulia in a shrimp pose: they tied her ankles, threw her legs to her head, wrapped her feet behind the neck. Hands tied under the booty. Of the accessories on Yulia there were only studs on the heels and a lock in the vagina. Drunk cattle covered gift cream, poke a candle, the biggest planted in the anus. They covered Yulia with a cardboard round box and, on a huge tray, dragged him like that to the apartment of the hero of the day. The wax melted, flowing onto the skin, the girl was lying in a cloud of cream, from which only the blonde head and burning candles stuck out. Then there was vodka, lots of vodka. The client was eating cream, cursed loudly. We got a candle out of my ass. Take turns fucking a cake squealing in pain. All of Yulia's tender body was covered with red spots from the wax. Sperm was handed over to the rotaure receiver, boiled wax was poured onto a broken-down anus, repeatedly taking off as a souvenir a corporate seal in the form of a vulcan with a crater. Yulenka finished the story with the words:

- One of them all the time shouted at me: “Do you like pain, bitch?”, And I shouted to him in response: “Yes, I love very much.” Then he poured wax on nipples, navel and vagina even more, until I lost consciousness.

***

During our last meeting just before his death, Khimik hinted that he knew "how to rid the world of leprosy." His gaze was then filled with insane brilliance, and I took his words as another attempt to draw attention to myself.The fact is that the lonely Kuprevich, without even noticing it, was climbing out of his skin to surprise, to cause distrust, which he skillfully crushed with irrefutable evidence. So deaf wizards, elevated in loneliness, curry favor with each oncoming one for the sake of useless focus. So drunk grandmasters lure the chess players into the party, merge them to zero, draw the winner to the second, revel in this time with a draw, so that, finally, with lull in their vigilance, enjoy the mat in three moves. So Kuprevich-Paganini pulled out a sonata for an orchestra on one string, until the string broke.

But these words did not go out of my head, I returned to them again and again. Even in the desire to show off the Chemist, although he spoke in riddles, he still remained true to the immutable truth, which he always put above all.

I went to the Chemist's house in search of truth, but came across something unimaginable, something that could not be explained and imitated.

***

The bite fell on the wrist. Light, unexpected, like a syringe injection, he hit me from the drawer of the table. I just had time to pull back my hand, to think that, apparently, I pricked myself with something sharp, as the body began to fill with lead. His legs involuntarily stretched out under the table, his hands went limp on the armrests, his breathing slowed down and became deep, like before plunging into a hypnotic sleep. With my eyes wide open, I lay in a leather swivel chair, without losing consciousness, watching with horror as a snake crawling out of the drawer of the table, white into a pink speck, that struck me. It was a half-meter, like a viper, a snake as thick as two fingers. She curiously shot a tongue, inspecting the numbed victim in front of her, crawled over the edge of the drawer and splashed onto the carpet. My mind wandered around the room frantically, snatching the experienced moments of happy life, an unblinking glassy look frozen on a bookcase in the corner of the room.

Suddenly, I felt a wriggling, wriggling object. Having lost touch with the muscles, I perfectly felt the smooth scaly touch of the snake, which was striving upward along the leg. She rushed forward, pulling herself into a string, squeezing into a spring, pushing through the fabric of jeans. On her thigh, her gliding became unbearably frightening.

"Son of a bitch!" - a thought flashed.

Before his eyes came the little animals of Kuprevich copulating in the terrarium, a scaly tail protruding from the chicken's anus.

The next moment, the snake penetrated the panties and swallowed the penis. It took another couple of minutes while the reptile was stretched like a boa on a penis. She rushed to the limit until she buried her head in the root. Finally, she froze, limp in her underpants, pretending to be dead.

So we lay about an hour. It seemed to me strange that I no longer feel the warmth of a snake's body, I even doubted the reality of what happened.

"I must have hallucinations," I thought, moving my lips.

Fingers on their hands began to respond to commands sent by the brain, they still did not listen to serious requests.

Only two hours later I was able to incredibly effort to unbutton my jeans, pull them off together with my underpants, in order to examine my new groin.

The first desire was to pull off this creature. I grabbed the tail, jerked and suddenly felt the pain of tension coming in a strange way from the body of the snake. The hand clenched into a fist, frozen in confusion. I opened my fist, staring in amazement at the sharp end of the tail in my palm. The snake threw off its tail, like a lizard, clutching at the base of the penis with its teeth, it has grown into the pubis, like a tick, merging with the penis, irretrievably losing its own sensitivity, giving it to me.

It was my skin. The slightest touch to her caused the same feelings that I felt before, holding the penis in my hands. An incredible, unpredictable feeling of novelty, emanating from a foreign scaly body, which suddenly became a native, was seized and swallowed whole. Twenty centimeters of elastic muscular tissue, covered with a pinkish patterned skin, responded to the slightest touch, reacted to squeezing and tightening.Only a nondescript end, resembling a stump of dough, and the outlines of snake jaws at the base of the penis, reminded of the nature of the attached tissue.

“You can't leave it like this,” I was tormented in fear, tucking the snake into jeans.

The dead wizard did not leave the manual for the use of viruses, but he rewarded the lustful snake. I was too depressed and scared to go to the hospital. I was afraid that I would immediately have a penis amputated, and my feelings would be mocked. Besides, it was nearing midnight when I left the abandoned Klyuchnik’s cottage.

At home I was in for a surprise in the toilet. Going in a little way was much easier than I thought. Actually nothing special ...