black Chevrolet and now looked with interest in my direction. Talking about something, the trio crossed the road and entered the store. One of the guys immediately stood at the door, and a woman, accompanied by a second, not paying attention to numerous goods, went to the counter.

- Well, hello, Marinochka. What to get away thought up? From me to escape will not work.

- Who are you? I do not know you.

- Of course you do not know. But you will soon find out. Do you remember Tatyana Viktorovna?

- I do not know any Tatyana Viktorovna. What you want from me?

They unceremoniously entered the counter. The woman brazenly took me by the chin and brought her impassive face to me.

“You are not a fool of yourself.” Where is the documentation? Where are the pebbles? Where is the redhead? Where is your Pashik? Do you know what happens to us for kidalovo?

- I nn-I do not know, I'm not Marina, I was just asked here to stand up for her.

- Wow. Nothing more stupid has come up with? Only I will not give you your cheap circus, I will squeeze my share out of you - the woman said and suddenly backhand slapped my cheek.

From surprise, I lost my balance and fell into the arms of a sturdy man standing behind. He grabbed my hands, and immediately squeezed my mouth with his hand.

- Let's pack it. I was warned that it would not be easy with her - the lady said in a steel voice and began to rummage through the drawers of the table, turning the entire contents on the floor - well, I take off my hat, it was not easy to track you down. You know how bitch traces to sweep. But I knew that your greed would someday destroy you, and that you would somehow pop up somewhere.

In the hand of a sturdy fellow, a bag immediately appeared, from where he drew a handkerchief, which was abundantly moistened with some smelly liquid. The next moment, he tightly put it on my face, covering my nose and mouth. I tried to free myself, somehow scream. But the fixation was reliable. I held my breath as much as I could, trying to hit his shoes with the pin on the leg, but there was a catastrophic lack of air. The woman turned her head in my direction and calmly looked into my eyes. Holding her hand to my face, she gently stroked my chin.

“You're cute,” she told me.

Finally, I gasped. Couples of smelly rubbish immediately broke into my lungs and everything swam before my eyes. The body stopped to obey, and losing consciousness, I suddenly thought: Eh, Marina, Marina. For something I framed.

***

I woke up and opened my eyes. I sat in an uncomfortable position in a low chair in the middle of a small room with shabby walls. The windows were tightly curtained and a dim bulb illuminated the room under a low ceiling. There was no one else in the room. I was firmly tied to a chair with a rope, and my hands were turned over the high back and fixed with handcuffs. My mouth from ear to ear was sealed with a wide tape and I could only breathe through my nose. A little stripped off the wall was a half-peeled sofa, and next to it was another chair. How long I was here, I did not know. Where am I at all? How long was unconscious? What are they going to do with me? These questions naturally arose in my head. Tight ropes hit the body and it was painful to move. My legs were also securely attached to the legs of the chair. My head ached and a salty-bitter taste was felt in my mouth. Stuck. Now I understood that Marinka took part in some kind of scam. Most likely, they, together with their boss, decided not to share with any of their accomplices, and disappeared in an unknown direction. And I, the horse, was framed in order to be forgotten about them for a while, and they had time to properly cover their tracks. And there - look for the wind in the field. Now they will take me seriously, and in the meantime the sweet couple will dissolve. Indeed cunning. But how can these people explain that I am not the one for whom they accept me. And what, actually, I know about Marina? In fact - nothing.For two months we knew each other when she came from no one knows where and rented an apartment in my house. Her boss bought the room at the passage, and they opened a store. And I met her seemingly by chance. It turns out that she turned some secret business, and even then prepared the way to retreat. And at the last moment I served as a cover for her. And I guessed what was waiting for me now.

Somewhere behind the back there was the sound of a door being opened and there was a sound of tramp. The same trio entered the room. The guys, not paying attention to me, sat down on the sofa, one of them took a pack of cards out of his jacket and began to shuffle. The woman slowly took a chair and set it in front of me. Sitting comfortably, she crossed her legs and silently looked at me. I, in turn, looked at her. A pretty figure, slightly above average height, with a handsome, strong-willed face and thick brown hair, combed back and intercepted by an elastic band in a tight tail. Slender expressive legs.

- Marina, Marina. Looped like a fox, but you do not outsmart me. I guess that part of you cashed and transferred to your accounts. But everything else cannot be implemented so quickly even with you. Now you give me everything. I'm not going to burn you with an iron, torture you with a soldering iron, or pound needles under your nails. You already tell me everything. You will remember even what you yourself do not know.

She got up and gently removed the patch from my face.

- Listen. I'm not Marina, I was framed. I am a completely stranger to you, I was at the counter by chance.

She listened and smiled, slowly nodding her head. And suddenly, professionally, without a backswing, he slapped my face again. So much so that sparks from the eyes fell. I stopped short and screamed. I mumbled something about the fact that I was asked to temporarily change the seller.

- Do not interrupt when I talk to you. Did you hear about me? Tatyana Viktorovna probably told you who I am. So, my name is Irina, nicknamed Irene Maiden, and if you didn’t teach history in twos, you know what it is. And now you tell me everything. How long your stay with me in this place is, depends on you. I need information, and we have little time. So your test schedule will be tight. But you will tell me everything to the smallest detail. You'll see that by the evening you voluntarily give me everything. You will not believe, but even you will give me a trifle from your wallet. So, the first question. Where is the documentation?

- I'm not the one for which you accept me.

- As you like - she came close and put a soft palm on my face.

She was silent and gently stroked me. Then I ran my hand under my T-shirt and soft fingers felt my chest. I jerked, and immediately got a new slap in the face. Burning pain spread over my face and I groaned, went limp. The woman continued persistently and gently to stroke my knoll, and the second hand returned to my face, and as if nothing had happened she continued to gently caress the cheek and chin.

- Well, how do you want me to call you? - she asked calmly - if you do not recognize yourself as Marina.

- Please do not.

- Why not? After all, you already like it. Do you know how Mata Hari used secret information? She did it during lovemaking. And you will love me and tell me everything. True?

I was silent and breathed heavily. Vile passion woke up treacherously from vulgar lesbian touches. I was ashamed, but at the same time nice. Irina caressed gently and competently.

- Do you like? On this account you can not say anything, I see what I like.

I was silent and breathed raggedly, head down. She was right, I was excited and my face red with shame betrayed me headlong.

- I repeat the question. Where is the documentation? She asked quietly and calmly.

“I don't know what you mean.”

She fell silent and continued to caress. One of her hands stroked my cheek, and the other fell even lower, and soft fingers touched and pressed down along the thigh, gradually making their way to the perineum. I felt like my cowards are treacherous ... Read more →