- And you do not accidentally mafia? She asked carefully.

- Well, why by chance ?! - he pretended to be offended - it is quite natural and cost me a lot of work.

Kirill hoped that now they would laugh together at his simple joke, or at least Sveta would just smile. Instead, she was genuinely happy. They talked absolutely seriously, and after a few minutes, Cyril did not understand who was joking, or Sveta.

- Do you have a gun?

“I left it in St. Petersburg,” Cyril replied casually.

“It's a pity,” Sveta was distressed.

Cyril shrugged, as if showing, nothing can be done.

“They would shoot like that,” she continued wistfully.

He wanted to change the subject of the conversation, when suddenly two girls appeared from somewhere. Cyril noted that, judging by the way the separate parts of their bodies shook, the girls did not wear a bra.

- Sveta, will you not meet your beau? - they happily laughed.

- Come, introduce.

- Let him come to the dance today.

They walked by, talking and laughing about something.

- What are the cheerful personages, - said Cyril.

“Too much,” Sveta said displeasedly.

A man of about ten was walking towards them. Seeing Sveta and Cyril, he stopped and slipped into the nearest side street.

- It seems that he was afraid of someone, - said Cyril.

“Me,” said Sveta, not without pride.

- Why? - sincerely surprised Cyril.

- Because I am the storm of the underworld.

— ?!

- This guy, Yura, was stealing cherries, apples, pears in a strange garden. And I split it, he confessed in forty-seven episodes.

“It is strange that such a criminal is already free,” Kirill said with irony.

“They read the notation and let it go, it's a shame,” Sveta said sadly, passing the guy’s remark past me, “I spent a lot of time catching him.

Cyril shook his head sympathetically.

“Anyway, in the criminal world, he is six,” Sveta said in a more optimistic tone, “but now that the leader of the criminal organization has appeared, I will definitely expose him, and he will receive the maximum time limit.

Cyril did not immediately understand whom she meant, but when he did, he laughed.

- I was just joking.

- Well, of course!

Judging by her tone and a malicious smile, she did not believe his last words. The rest of the way, Kirill tried to convince her that he was just joking. However, I could not convince her.

Chapter 5

The beach was big enough. There were many people. Showing Kirill a better place, Sveta went about her business, promising to return soon.

Cyril undressed, deciding to sunbathe, and at the same time watch the locals. On the beach there were many children, ranging from toddlers and ending with children of indefinite age to whom, Cyril attributed himself. Kids did not hesitate running along the beach, in which the mother gave birth.

From the heat, Cyril broke up, did not want to move. He was in such a state when everything that happens is seen from the outside.

It took about half an hour. The guy noticed that he was sent to a group of Aborigines. He was not alarmed. He looked at them benevolently. Some anxiety arose when Cyril realized that in no hurry strangers surrounded him. He continued to lie quietly. Suddenly, it dawned on him that people were sent to him, whose physiognomies did not inspire confidence in him, with incomprehensible intentions. It was not very wise to lie down now, if not to say otherwise.

As soon as Kirill managed to get up, he was surrounded by guys, most of whom were about his age. There were five of them. All such strong things with sullen faces.

“Hello,” said Cyril benevolently.

- Boy, where did you come from here? - asked a short guy with a brazen expression on his face.

“I came from Peter,” Cyril honestly admitted.

- So! Said the interlocutor of Cyril in a tone that seemed to justify his worst suspicions. - And what are you doing here?

“I'm sunbathing,” said Kirill in such a tone, as if a minor moron stood in front of him.

Then the short man, using offensive language, explained that only locals can be on this beach. About visitors he spoke in the sense that they come and pollute the environment. Cyril noticed that he did not do anything of the kind and was not going to do this in the future, and in general he came to the beach for the first time. After carefully listening to Cyril, the short man contentedly declared that this was no excuse for him.

“Hey you, back off with your gang from my guest,” came a familiar voice.

Kirill, along with his negatively-minded environment looked around. Sveta was approaching them.

- And why on earth ?! - smiled impudent boy.

- If you do not leave, you will be worse! - boldly declared Sveta.

“You're threatening me,” the short man and his company laughed.

- Not she, but me! - Suddenly came a confident voice.

All those present except Sveta looked back again. Behind the smarty with the company they saw a guy, he was wider at the shoulders and already at the hips, than a short man. Ten more guys were standing next to him, as Kirill was personally convinced of all of them, counting for the sake of interest.

- What is necessary, Loban ?!

“Get lost, Juzi, find another place to fight.”

Shorty realized that he had lost. He grunted a little and slowly walked away, trying to leave with dignity.

“Hello, my name is Sergey,” the guy, who the short man called Loban, said amicably.

- Hi, and I Cyril.

Kirill greeted and met Sergey’s friends, exchanging handshakes with each one.

“You do not pay attention to Jusi, in fact, he is a good guy,” Sergey continued a little later, “he just likes to show off.

- Of course, I understood that, - Cyril remarked ironically, - the guy will not offend the flies.

Everyone laughed. Sergey, in turn, having decided not to remain in debt, joked wittily. A funny skirmish ensued. Kirill had a great time, having had time to get acquainted with several more interesting interlocutors. They swam and sunbathed together. Time flew by. Soon I had to part, promising each other that in the evening they would meet again. Especially since tonight a movie and a disco were planned. For dinner, Sveta and Kirill were a bit late.

Chapter 6

At dinner, Stepan asked Kirill to return early, hinting that a surprise awaited him. Therefore, Sveta and Cyril did not stay at the disco, after going to the cinema after going home.

At home, Stepan was stunned by Kirill, informing him that in the morning they would go fishing, if Kirill, of course, would like to, as soon as Stepan had made a reservation. Under the pressure of Stepan, Kirill agreed, although he did not express much enthusiasm. They went to bed. Tomorrow they were waiting for a difficult day.

Cyril dreamed of a bright and very colorful erotic dream, everything seemed to be happening in reality. Next to him was the object of his long-standing desires. And when he was ready to merge with her in a single impulse, when suddenly someone's ruthless hand brought him back to reality, waking him up at the most inappropriate moment.

“Get up, it's time to get ready,” whispered someone's quiet, but persistent voice.

- Where? - still not fully awake, Cyril asked sleepily.

- What means where ?! - whisper outraged all the same voice. - Fishing, of course.

- What time is it now? - barely audibly muttered Cyril.

- We are a little late, already the beginning of the fifth, - strictly observed Stepan

- mornings ?! - in the voice of Cyril horror combined with surprise and disbelief.

- Yes, not in the evening.

Cyril opened his eyes, with some effort focused them on the place where he heard the voice. Before him stood a disgruntled Stepan. Seeing him, Cyril remembered yesterday’s conversation. With a slight grunt, he ... Read more →