palm, holding the nipple between my fingers on my chest. A sweet languor again treacherously filled the lower abdomen, and I arched, groaning gently. I felt with my gut that she was fucking me for the last time, and if she didn’t squeeze the information she needed from me, then I won’t be alive.

- Where is the documentation? She asked gently, giving me a passionate hot breath.

- I would say, but I do not know.

- I love you - she said, and once again fell to my lips.

I responded to the stimulation and kissed her. Her hand caressed my chest and the second stroked the lips of my genital lips between my legs. Suddenly Irina broke away from the kiss and again with a lightning movement she wrapped her whip around my neck.

“Don't,” I cried, trying to pull my hands out from under her knees.

But the woman was tightening the noose around my neck again. Now front, slowly blocking the air. And again she pressed herself to my lips again in a passionate kiss, running her tongue into my mouth. Fingers of the second hand penetrated the vagina, and again my distressful clitoris was methodically disturbing. A wave of insane passion boiled in my body, and I responded to the kiss, despite the lack of air. The noose continued to tighten and the air stopped flowing again. I leaned forward, not paying attention to it, and kissed tenderly as I could. As if she was going to carry this kiss with her to the grave. That he was really the last in this life, I knew for sure. The feeling of the close end strengthened my passion many times, and I realized that I would have time to catch a farewell and the brightest orgasm. The kiss continued, and the fingers slowly slid over the wet clitoris. A hammer pounded in my head. Red circles floated before my eyes, and the finger on the noose gently stroked my chin. In the eyes began to fade, and the darkness was approaching with rapid speed. And at this very moment, an orgasm burst into my head with a bright rainbow of all colors, a wave of convulsions swept through my body. Then came the night.

But strangely, a strip of bright blue color flashed somewhere far away. It grew and grew in size, rapidly replacing blackness. Now the boundless ocean of crystal clear blue was hovering around me. I felt as if I was swimming in it, without feeling my body. I was well and calm. A sparkling oval flickered in the distance, and gradually acquired the outline of a well. Its vague borders flickered and steadily approached. I floated, and this well beckoned me with its gentle light. For some reason I knew that there, on the other end of the corridor, I was in for a bright, wondrous world. Without malice, envy and greed. Where everyone is equal and happy. Where there is eternal harmony and true love. I knew it. And an unknown force fascinated me right there. But suddenly everything grew dim, and I was rapidly returning back. I had already seen that very shabby room, and on the dirty floor lay an open, lifeless girlish body with a deep furrow around the neck. And I returned to this body.

I opened my eyes, and the first thing I saw was that the two guys were bending over me. One of them, with his hands, threw back my head and noisily exhaled air into me, tightly clinging to my lips. The second one put his hands on my chest, rhythmically pushing it and letting it go, leaning over the whole mass of my body. Both worked smoothly, and that meant they were giving me a closed heart massage and artificial respiration. I myself once was taught this. They reanimated me. So, I visited the line of non-existence. How well it was there. But they didn't let me go there. I gradually came to my senses and began to pick up snatches of conversation. A stern female voice said:

- Ira, I do not need dead here. I need information. Do you understand? Information. What have you done? Pashik disappeared. And you banged slut. What would you do with her now?

- Tatyana Viktorovna, she is stubborn. I did not want to say anything.Did she have to let go with the attendants?

- Tatiana Viktorovna, we pumped it. She came to her senses, she had a pulse, and she opened her eyes - this was already said by a burly man - she is alive.

- You're lucky, you fool - said Tatyana Viktorovna.

A woman came to me and leaned over me. For a while she looked at me in silence, and then got up and turned sharply towards Irina.

“It's not her, you brought someone here.”

- How is she not. Here is a photo, here is another. Here is the third one. Here, in general, close-up. I compared on all sides. She stood behind the counter. This is her workplace. No one else could have been there by definition. Here is the badge that I took off her. Do not joke.

- Yes, Marinochka was smarter than all of us. This girl really knows nothing. This is not Marina, although it is very similar to her. You were circled around your finger. Everything, turn and lively on searches. They are still somewhere nearby. And no more punctures. Punch stations, airports, in general, look, not for me to teach you.

They hurried, and with a loud tramp left. Somewhere behind the door there was a noise of a departing car. Tatyana Viktorovna stretched out her hand and helped me to my feet. They were cotton and barely obeyed. I immediately sat on the sofa. So here it is, the mighty Tatyana Viktorovna, whom everyone fears. A woman of forty, very stupid, and expensively dressed. All in gold. Such a living will not let me out.

- Who are you? She asked.

- I am Olya. Marina asked me to change her for two hours while she was going to check out the goods.

- How do you know her?

- Yes, we are only two months familiar. She rents an apartment at our entrance.

- Clear, check. Now get out of here.

- you? Let me go?

- Letting go, anyway, you will not get anywhere from me. I don't need you. Go before you change your mind and forget about everything. And about Marina too. You will not see her again. Everything, get out. Here is your bag. Exit there. You will go straight along the path, you will enter the road there. You catch a ride or you clap yourself. To the city two kilometers.

Not believing my salvation, I silently got up from the sofa and walked unsteadily out into the street. Tall trees crowded around, rustling leaves, dense shrubs grew everywhere. Peacefully chirping birds. I walked along the path past some summer cottages. Finally, I went to the side of a wide asphalt road.

... I somehow got to my house. Her chest was sore and in several places she had purple bruises on her. I felt that one edge on the left was broken, and I responded with every passing breath through shooting pain. A line of bruises stretched across the neck, and I could swallow with great difficulty. The voice is gone completely. However, I was lucky. Taking a sick leave for two weeks, I lay down and returned to my usual life. I never saw my captors again. Marina also disappeared, and the store closed. A month later, he became a grocery, and there another boss was already in full swing. He was recruiting implementers, but now I preferred to pass by him only on the other side of the street. Almost ten years have passed since then, and I finally decided to tell my story.

ARHIMED