Early phone call Yara surprised, even worried.

- Yes?

- Hello. Found out?

- Of course. Where are you calling from?

- I'm downstairs. Let me in?

- Come on in.

Anxiety turned into a premonition of trouble.

- Well, dad, what about you? I'm alright. Just suddenly it came out to you ...

- Well. But I have to go. Are there keys?

- Not. - Oleg guiltily shrugged. - Forgot.

- There are spare, look. Are you for long?

“For a couple of weeks.”

- So, until the evening.

The day was busy. In the evening, Oleg was not at home. Yar waited until midnight, tried to call him several times, but without success.

The lock clicked at the beginning of the second.

- Do not sleep?

- And where are you so funny?

- Yes, yes. Walked here.

Yara thought that the troubles had already begun. Intuition. And he completely trusted her.

- Why are you alone?

Oleg smiled, but managed to look at the same time completely unhappy.

- Helena?

- She left.

- have a falling out?

- Yes, no ... Just gone. She said she was tired.

- Clear.

- Yes? But I now completely incomprehensible! What are you tired of ?! Everything was normal.

- Where did she go? Or to whom?

- I do not know! Seems to no one. She said she would go to the ocean. And so I did not search. And things took everything ...

- And you were looking for?

- Not! I went to you ...

- Well, right. - Yar paused, and decided to postpone all the same questions. Oleg and so bad. - Well? Sleep? Or do you want to talk?

- Better to sleep.

The week passed quietly. Oleg disappeared somewhere all day. He said he was spending time with old buddies. Although what buddies? It seems to be all gone. And the premonition of trouble was becoming sharper. As if the string stretched low was buzzing - already habitually, somewhere on the edge of consciousness. Therefore, the son Yar put observers.

He brought in information about Elena, although he was calm - the girl was smart, she would never substitute herself and would not expose the Clan. And with Oleg lasted a long time, Yar did not even expect. Still, he is too young for her. Indeed, she left. And not one. And the details did not interest him. Maybe she is right, freeing the guy from custody - let her try to live alone.

On Saturday, we agreed to have dinner at the restaurant.

Oleg entered the half-empty hall, and the string broke. It happened.

- What are your plans for the evening?

- I guess I'll go to the club. They say good.

- Which one?

- "Domino". - The club was new, but was not considered particularly prestigious. There were already some muddy stories.

- And who says?

- Acquaintances.

- Probably familiar?

- Well yes. What are you against? - It was clear that the question was about the presence of a familiar girl, and not about the club.

- I know her?

- Hardly. We met a few days ago.

- Oleg...

- Dad, I'm careful, you see. And I control myself well. And what, it became dangerous to make new acquaintances?

“Well, I haven't heard anything like that.” But the city is big, a lot of visitors. And you are still young.

- I'm not a child. And I can live alone.

- I know. Just Elena ...

- Yes. But I can manage without her.

- Of course. Please - be careful.

They did not return to this topic again. Yar ordered to strengthen the observation for the next few days.

In the large darkened hall of the club a lot of people gathered. The music thundered, the young people enjoyed themselves from the heart. Lera was gorgeous - tall, slim, flexible. Moved easily, sensitively responded to his every movement. The dance gave both great pleasure. Elena did not like to dance - she said it was boring. She rarely ever managed to get her anywhere. Is that the theater. But there Oleg was openly yawning.

Lera lived in a dance. It seemed to Oleg that she smoothly shimmers in his hands, flowing from one pose to another. One can only dream about such a partner. And how good she should be in bed ... He pressed a hot body to himself, inhaled the bitter smell of perfume, sometimes fleetingly pressed his lips to the skin on his temple, feeling the beating of blood by them. The game was dangerous, but very exciting.Sometimes it became almost impossible to control yourself - and this balancing on the edge made the pleasure incredibly sharp. How long has he not felt this!

The end of the evening was obvious. He did not want to hurry. But to return home with nothing was unthinkable. There is no need to offend the girl, she is clearly determined to continue.

The hotel was suggested by Lera - Oleg was not so well oriented in a city that had changed a lot over the past ten years.

It was not immediately possible to reach the bed. Kissing was sweet. And even better was the feeling of a supple body under the arms, which at last could be pressed, ironed, explored, without looking at the environment. The girl answered passionately, held her shoulders, dug her lips. He squeezed his chest with his palm, put the second on a neat buttock, tightly pressed to himself.

Clothing interfered with both. A couple of times the fabric cracked, but no one paid any attention to such trifles. Naked girl was even better than it seemed. Smooth skin gleamed in a muffled light, as if it glowed under her hands and lips. Dark nipples gathered in hard peas. Oleg absorbed one in his mouth, gently bit. Lera moaned softly, clutched at his hair, pulled her close. He pulled away, getting rid of the remnants of clothes, picked her up in his arms, stepped to the bed. The girl pulled her lover by the shoulders.

She was very close. It seemed to him that she was a virgin, but in the next instant a member slid unhindered into the wet depth. It seemed that with each of his movements she became hotter inside. Oleg completely ceased to control himself, driven into it, moving faster and faster. It was impossible to stop. The mistress clearly did not want this, wrapped his arms and legs, closely hugging and following each movement, push.

The orgasm was ... enchanting. The world around ceased to exist, only she and the fire of desire remained, connecting them into one whole.

Having flowed, Oleg froze. Fatigue fell on her at once, her eyes closed. In fact, he never allowed himself to fall asleep immediately after discharge. And now, letting go of the girl, lay down next to him, ran his hand over his face, looked into his wide-open eyes. Lera looked at him with a blurred look. Something in this look was strange, but what exactly, he did not have time to understand.

The instantly relaxed girl turned into a cocked weapon. The hands that had just stroked his chest pulled him with unexpected force. The grip was truly iron. He heard a crash and felt a sharp pain in his side. The girl strangely, unnaturally arched, trying to press him to the bed, not to allow him to move. Her hands twitched upward for the obvious purpose of clutching her throat.

Oleg acted without thinking. He took advantage of the weight, leaned on her, pressing one hand with his body. To keep the second, it took serious effort. Her legs closed at the waist and squeezed with such force that it darkened from the pain. He did the only thing he could - he dug his teeth into his neck, where the vein was trembling under his skin. Sharp fangs hardly broke through the skin and muscles under it. Blood struck with unexpectedly strong pressure, poured. The girl twitched, throwing her head back. Now she was pushing him away, but was quickly losing strength. He clenched his teeth around his neck until she stopped moving.

Oleg released Leroux. In the mouth, in the throat, in the stomach everything was burning. Of course, he could not take a sip of blood. But never imagined how it hurts. And this fire was killing. He tried to clear his throat, soiling even more blood-stained sheets. There was no strength even to push a dead body away from oneself, or to move oneself away

Yar reached the hotel twenty minutes after the call of observers. The room was covered with blood - the spray was even on the walls ...