Resounding blows, the clink of metal, male abuse, short, rough orders. Women's moans sometimes turned into a quiet cry, but then suddenly gave way to a sweet whisper, tender pleas and timid apologies. She begged him to continue and repeated after him dirty words that gave him pleasure. Well trained and depraved beast ... or helpless intimidated victim?

Vlad ripped off his headphones. From the velvety voice of Luda he had goose bumps constantly running over his cheeks. And now he was thrown into a fever, just as it had been a long time ago, when he was just starting a detective practice, and he had to do the worst work. I remember that it seemed funny, audacious, disturbing, though sometimes shocking and disgusting. However, the habit eventually smoothed the experience. As it turned out as a result of his then detective investigations and observations, people as a whole turned out to be rather vile creatures - depraved, cowardly, unscrupulous. The overheard scene unleashed fireworks in it for long-dying or forcibly suppressed feelings. Now their palette ranged from sincere sympathy to the exhausted and broken girl to disappointment with the weakness and submissiveness of her character, from disgust and hatred for an insensitive sadist to hostility to the duality of his own perception of the situation and to himself for a powerful riser with which he could not help from the moment it became clear that he was doing this type with his victim.

“Hellhead fuckin '...”, he hissed under his breath, unwittingly peering through the window of the car at the elite high-rise building nearby, surrounded by a three-meter grid fence, studded at each corner with tracking cameras. He seemed to be trying to guess behind what window was happening what he had just witnessed. Of course, the occupation was completely useless, so he was filled with anger from his own powerlessness. What did he expect when he decided to follow this young beauty, who had touched him at first sight? I hardly ever had a detective in him then. They were driven by a blind primitive instinct of pursuing a female that attracted him. In addition, for some reason he was one hundred percent convinced that the capricious girl just exaggerates, dramatizes, or ... weaves some intrigue against her blessed. Where did he even get that from? Perhaps we should have trusted women more ... However, for a man whom her own bride cheated with three lovers, such distrust of the fair sex was justified. And yet, because of Luda, he was furious and wounded at the same time ... Almost at first glance, he already began to claim this delicate beauty as his property ... And now he felt like a complete idiot.

Vlad involuntarily recalled which girls he was always attracted to — to the bold, self-confident, logical and practically minded, even in something tough. It was easier for him to deal with those who clearly knew what he wanted, and never lost his mind over trifles. And as a result, what did he have? Calculating whores, to be brief and frank.

Nina at first sight struck him with her efficiency.

“I will be free next Tuesday after eighteen,” she calmly issued, scrolling a diary on the screen of his mobile phone, when he invited her on the first date, having met her in a restaurant for a business lunch. Her piercing black eyes burned him like lasers, and on the solemnly arrogant face did not flinch a single dash. Verified gestures, no hint of embarrassment, excitement or awe. Even her hair had the same stubborn and rebellious, like herself, - the mane of black thick curls.Fucking she, too, as it turned out, frantically and almost always squeezed out of him everything that was possible, to the last drop.

She studied at the medic. Then her determination to become a surgeon fascinated him, but now he thought with some disgust that he would hardly have agreed to lie under the scalpel if his thin fingers in latex gloves with a neat French manicure were under him. He realized too late that it was not a woman’s heart that beat in her chest, but just a pump that pumped blood through her veins. However, she must have become a good specialist. Calculating, cynical, pragmatic. Yes bitch insensitive, in a word. As it turned out, while he plowed like mad in a frantic race for the best attributes of this world, she fucked everything that moves. When he accused her of one treason, she confessed without special conscience that she had met three more men at the same time. What did she lack? "The thrill of sensations!" that he would hardly be his father, Vlad. Fucking on the whole head emansipe! Vlad never, never before, nor after, felt like such an idiot! After all, he was sincerely preparing for the wedding! I bought her a freaking ring for a fucking heap of attendants, bought and equipped the apartment in a decent residential area in every possible way. He, your mother, even planned to have children soon!

“Please, just do not need scandals, Vladik,” she said irritably after he caught her cheating, and, moreover, caught something quite by accident, like the last sucker, for nothing, that is a private detective. “I'm still on duty tonight.” I do not care. And you also know ... I have never been against free relations, so ..., - some kind of pity sounded in her voice, and Vlad was then repeatedly surprised how she had not suffocated her at that moment. However, he was glad that he did not show unnecessary emotions. He told her to collect all her belongings before the beginning of her shift, to throw it on all four sides and never to appear to his eyes. She knocked down. And did not show up.

Everything went to pieces since they broke up. No, he had plenty of babies when he wished. Only now open before them, he did not have the slightest desire. Actually, those with whom he had dealt lately (accessible beauties from bars and clubs, looking for momentary adventures on their head and other places) did not at all object to such consumer policies and certainly did not have confidence. They all knew the rules of the game, and these rules did not break. So it was easier. Needless to say, the work in the detective agency only aggravated the feeling that everything was corrupt, deceitful, dishonest, and cowardly, so Vlad quite consciously decided to become the same as everyone else. But this girl, still not really sophisticated, somehow, though caught in the hands of a heartless predator, somehow hooked him.

With a heavy heart, he sat back, took out a cigarette and lit it. Blue smoke hurriedly escaped through the open window on a wet night. The second pack of Winston threatened to end unexpectedly quickly, while the upcoming night promised to be long.

***

Before leaving, Sasha, as always, measured his companion with a rating glance. Luda was trembling from weakness - maybe he started playing a little today, but it was impossible to resist her after a long separation. He dressed in a black loose, silky, large-knit sweater with a voluminous collar and cream jeans. She also put on her favorite hoodie-dress - a screaming provocation with a deep triangular neckline and a skirt in an assembly that was practically not visible behind the belt (that cute dress in which she met him, in his opinion, smelled of sex).Approaching from behind and inhaling the floral scent of her freshly washed hair, Sasha ran his finger along the velvet ribbon on her neck, on which a diamond heart gleamed. She stiffened like a frightened hedgehog, and turned away, swallowing nervously. Under the fingers felt the muscles squeezed on her graceful neck. What a sweet and submissive she became after training. For a moment he wanted to spit on this idiotic family feast and play again with ...