mad African rhythms: right now, now, now, now ... What she said about Burdach with Gruzdem, and in general - what she would say to the Flute player when she saw him - it was unimportant, and she didn’t think about it so that more needles were dug in and so that it would not burst before time ...

The car stopped at the building, which Sasha saw a million times. "Is it really here?"

Coming out of the car, Gruzd with Burdach began to look around. Sashka looked around too: ordinary streets, ordinary houses. They think that they have prepared an ambush here?

She giggled nervously.

“Cheers, bitch,” Burdach said. The gangsters headed towards the entrance, and Sashka ran after them.

The guards let five of them (Gruzdya with Burdach, two ambalov and Sasha) pass without question, but she looked at them as if they were newcomers.

- Do yourself? - asked Gruzd. The guard nodded.

Sasha began to feel that everything around her was frozen in some kind of tension, although it was not clear why. They rode the elevator to some kind of floor (she did not remember), went out into the corridor, went to the office ...

Needles were ready to tear Sasha to shreds, and she held on to some last platoon of the spring.

- Hello dear. According to your order, you came, tkzt, - said Gruzd. The smile on his face was so fake that it turned out not sweet, but sour.

In the study was Flutist. Sasha was ready to shout and climb on the wall ... but he looked up, took pictures of the gangsters, Ambalov and Sasha (looking at her, raised his eyebrow a little) and said, without changing the expression on her face:

- Hello, gentlemen, hussars. Come on in. Security down.

“You know: business people don’t do that ...” began the smiling Maw, but he interrupted him:

- Security down. Alexandra, come on in. Come here to me.

Sasha, not sensing either her feet or the floor, walked (or rather, hobbled) to the table where Flutist was sitting. Alive. Present. Pale and sharp, like a ground knife. Sasha suddenly felt that the tension that she felt below came from this motionless face.

The flutist showed her on the chair next to her, and she sat awkwardly, almost knocking over everything on the table.

There were no ambals in the office - only he, Sashka and two gangsters.

“You are very welcome, gentlemen of the hussars,” he said, pressing the button.

- What are you up to? - Burdach nervously jumped forward. - You know everything perfectly. Besides, everything is cordoned off, and you ...

- And I'm in the center of the cordon. Like a spider in the center of the web ... Make a company for these gentlemen, - he said to two ambals who looked into the office (others, not those with whom Sashka came). - Let ten minutes rest in the corridor, and then back to the office.

“There are,” the ambals pushed Burdach with Gruzdem, and those, cursing, went away.

Flutist turned to Sasha. His face was still motionless.

Sasha gasped for breath.

- Your work, yes? Did you find me like this?

Sasha felt hopelessly blushing.

- In time, you will tell nothing. But the hussars will come in handy to me ... Oh. Here it is!

For a moment he fell silent. The silence in the office suddenly became a continuation of his sharp, knife-like gaze - and in this silence Sashka dismantled cries and clicks.

- Shoot, heroes. Nothing, we have a couple of minutes. Quickly here!

He ran to the cabinet, opened it, pressed something in the wall ...

- Here, I say!

Sasha entered him in the closet.Its inner side was a door that opened into a damp shaft with a vertical staircase.

- Do not try to jump, there are four floors.

He climbed into the mine, Sashka - behind him. Hands did not obey her, not wanting to hold the brackets as tightly as the nerves demanded.

The flutist pressed again, and the door to the closet closed.

The mine was lit by dim lamps. Somewhere behind the concrete wall, strange sounds were heard.

- What is it? - asked Sasha.

“The FSB takes me,” replied the Flute-player from below. - They can't do without a performance ... By the way, you threw me actors by the way. Will enter my office, and there - gentlemen hussars. Instead of me ... Later they will explain later what and how.

Sasha understood everything and nothing. But it seems that she accidentally managed to take revenge on her rapists. This thought forced another nervous laugh out of her.

- Quiet! Without hysterics, said Flutist. - And do not stand on my head ...

He helped her off the stairs, clasping her waist (“iiiiii!” - someone squeaked in Sasha), again pressed an invisible button in the wall ...

They were in the underground garage.

- This way! - Flutist invited Sasha, sitting in the car. - On the back! ..

The car drove through a semi-dark garage, long as a tunnel, and rested against a hatch that blocked the climb.

“Sit there,” Flutist got out of the car and touched the wall. The hatch flaps opened. Flutist sat back down and slowly rode out. Sasha’s eyes were no longer on his forehead, but on the very top of his head: there were some dirty walls around, lined with junk.

“And here are no longer buttons, here with handles,” the Flute player again went out and opened the gates of the shed, ordinary, rusty, like in country garages.

This was the country garage. They slowly drove past the hut, left the courtyard outside (Flutist again had to go out and open the gate) ...

“Once I bought this yard from my grandfather for money, which didn’t have enough of a heart attack,” he said, driving along a dirt road. - Grandfather stayed in the hut, and I made this loophole ... Well, hold on. We have only ten minutes, and then at best.

They pulled onto the highway, and Flutist gassed. Sasha was forced into the seat like an astronaut.

- Ogoooo! She squeaked plaintively. - Where are we going?

“Listen carefully,” Flutist minted her. “You don't want me to have big problems because of you?” Say that I get thirty years old because of you? That's right, you do not want. So you do now, as I say. I am from the country, Alexander. If I'm lucky, in half an hour I'll be over the hill. Now we will stop for half a second - I repeat, FOR SECONDDS - at the Alaverdi camping site. You go out there and get home, as you know. At home to anyone ...

- No, - said Sasha.

The insides stung by fire.

- What does "no" mean?

- I'm with you.

- Alexandra!!! - screamed Flutist. The car slowed down and stood at the curb. - Get out. Get out, fuck you!

- Nooo!

- Vylezaaaay! - he tried to pick her out of the car, but Sasha rested her arms and legs and sat down firmly, like a cork. - Fuck you, do not you realize that I will burn because of you? They will catch you at the airfield - there will be no life for you or the father! Fuck it fucking! ..

Sasha roared like pisyuha. But the stubborn demon broke it and did not let go. It was too much: to lose Him immediately, as soon as she miraculously found Him ...

Flutist swore so that she even stopped crying in surprise, and got into the car. They started three times steeper than before, and Sashka screamed.

- Turn off mobile phones. No calls, he ordered. Sasha obeyed, still not understanding anything.

The car dived into a turn. On them rapidly swept the vastness of the airport. Flutist turned into a side alley, and they were endlessly long, as it seemed to Sasha, traveling along some buildings, which ordinary passengers never reach.

Finally the car stopped.

- Goodbye, Alexandra! - he jerked her out (she didn't even have time to rest) and wetly kissed her lips. From poor Sashka, roar again. Flutist already walked a quick step to the gate.

Clenching her teeth, Sasha rushed after him.

Out of the gate in the form of people. Flutist looked back at Sasha, sobbing, hesitated for a second - and grabbed her hand.

- All is ready? - He asked people.

- Yes. I beg.

They were led to the plane - a small one, like a toy, Sasha saw such things only in the movies.

- Are you two? Asked one of the men in uniform.

“Yes,” Flutist nodded, and Sasha cracked his throat. Everything suddenly floated, and she almost fell off the ramp - thanks, Flutist picked up.

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