- You have a knock-knock squirrel! You, my dear chemist, need to pour less! You bring such nonsense! Kirill, in fact, I do not recognize you like that!

Maybe the truth was a dream? Well, the truth is, Giga and Yulia - this is nonsense, which can be imagined well, very impressionable person, or not?

Having written everything off for drunken nonsense, I somehow did not notice that from that day Yulina’s walk became somewhat harder, as if she were slightly limping. But if I were more attentive, I noticed on the stairs of our floor that a new drawing was added to the “pictures” on the wall, it was Chanterelle - Julia. But all this I did not notice, or too much wanted to ignore.

At work, I got a new position, I immediately disappeared a lot of free time, now at work I could linger for 12-14 hours instead of the usual 8. I wanted to quickly serve myself in front of the authorities, to justify self-confidence, thereby getting a higher salary move to a normal apartment, without long corridors and house attendants. With the new pace of work, I did not notice how the months of our residence in the communal apartment passed. At night, I slept like a dead man and did not notice what was happening in the corridor. Returning late in the evening from work, I often paid attention to how strangely and very suspicious sounds were heard deep in the basement of our house, often it was a roar from powerful blows of metal objects, and a rattle from all sorts of fuss. And once, in one of the windows boarded up with boards, from inside, an animal invisible to me was scratching with claws, who knows if it was a pet or maybe just a big rat.

Later, I learned from Vika that Giga lives in the basement and does not allow anyone to go there, and everyone who wants to treat him to tasty foods (and there were not enough of them, including Yulia and even my Vika) put food in a plastic bag right on the floor under the door leading to the basement. I estimated this way of feeding as doggy, but I didn’t protest too much when I learned that Vika was involved in this.

It was the worst day of my life. After returning home from work, I wanted to tell Vika how great everything worked out for me at work, and that the chef appointed me a higher salary, and most importantly - we will move to a new apartment in a couple of days, now we can afford much of what living here in this hole. To my surprise, Vika met my words with unusual coldness:

“Are you bad here?” - her words were filled with metal.

- Vika, look around, it's a rotten dog lover, we will now have our own apartment! - I was a little wary, but still continued to bend the stick, - You see, Vika, I have a job ...

- Listen, Cyril! - interrupted me Vika. “And what if I refuse to move, that if I want to live here for some time.”

- In terms of?

- And what not? Imagine that this is my little female whim!

It was a scandal, we swore more than ever, and the only thing that could save this drama was the furious sex of two tense people. At first, Vika resisted, but nevertheless I stripped her of her clothes - tore her t-shirt and thin panties right on her, after a hail of kisses she lost her guard and I managed to throw her into bed. How strange, I only then realized that we hadn’t had sex at all for a long time, I, like a robot, came home from work and went to bed.

I caressed her body: I ​​started from the ears and went down to the very toes of her legs without forgetting to disturb every corner of her body with my lips. I loved her breasts, it seemed to me that they seemed to have become more. Having caressed her nipple, I found that it was wet and as if wet, when I looked closely, I saw that it was oozing with white milk, and from the excitement of her nipples they began to actively pour out the milk. Vika caught my eye, wanted to cover her chest, but it was too late.To understand the depth of my annoyance at that moment, you need to understand that Vika and I were always securely protected in sex, and here - milk, enlarged breasts, and even a small hard belly, which I did not notice in an elusive way and wrote to myself as a banal overweight .

Before my eyes for a second flashed a picture of that terrible night, when I saw Giga riding on Julia setting the entire bed in motion. One millisecond was enough for me to imagine that then my Vic could be in Yulia’s place, and that was enough for me to start a mechanism that fills my head with fog and my hands with tremendous force. Hardly wearing pants, I ran out of our room.

Going down the stairs, I carefully peered at the stupid pictures of little animals that Giga painted. On the wall of our floor only, I found pictures: Squirrel - Vika, Mumps - Vika, Monkey - Vika ... "My God, who among them is my Vika ?!" I thought, and jerked with all the speed down the stairs.

Anger filled my head, I completely forgot to arm myself and eventually went to this dinosaur with my bare hands. To my happiness, the metal door to the basement was locked, remembering that there were many windows leading to the basement, I decided to go outside. On the way to the entrance, I stumbled upon a fire corner, took off his excellent shovel and went on. The only one who saw me at that moment was Gena, he was just entering the staircase and accidentally bumped into me. Seeing me half-naked and with a shovel, he froze as if struck by a current, apparently thought that I was going to him, and I was just surprised at his cowardice, and walked to the exit.

It was evening outside, the darkness and coolness cleared my brains a bit, and I decided to abandon the original idea - to knock out the window boards with a noise and rush into the basement. I thought it would be wiser to sneak up on my enemy unnoticed, at least I will have a real chance to strike first. The shovel then seemed to me to be the perfect murder weapon, although in my case I should have been armed with an elephant.

One of the windows, instead of boards, was tightly tightened with sacking, my sharp shovel easily broke through the fabric and I managed to get inside without too much noise.

In the basement, in spite of its large area, it turned out to be rather cramped, the whole room was forced almost to the very ceiling with all sorts of junk. Through all this clutter I had to wade as if through a maze, and in total darkness. Somewhere halfway to the middle of the basement, I heard a characteristic incessant noise, it came from the opposite side of the basement, and there I noticed a source of dim light. Soon I found another oddity of this place, Gig used an old primus stove to illuminate the basement, but instead of kerosene it was lit with an incomprehensible liquid that gave the flame a brighter yellowish glow. On the way to the source of noise, where I thought Giga was, I met at least five such strange stools. All together, they lit up this half of the basement creating a slightly gloomy glow.

Approaching the minimum distance, I realized that this noise comes from a television set working right here. In front of the TV screen stood a massive leather chair on iron wheels. I did not see the person sitting in the chair, since he approached him from behind and could only see his back, but I had no doubt that there was definitely someone there. The person sitting was making strange screams looking at the TV screen, and scattered around the sides a different husk that looked like pumpkin seeds. When I had less than 5 meters to the back of the chair, I brought a shovel and mentally prepared myself for the fact that this fight can be ended with one simple and at the same time reliable blow - with a blade of a shovel on the opponent's neck.

From this point on, events began to unfold as if in the wildest nightmare, thoughts of murder disappeared in an instant, by surprise, I almost almost dropped the shovel from my hands. Sitting in the chair, as if he felt the approach of danger, the chair jerked, and thanks to the wheels, quickly turned in front of me.It was not Giga who sat in the chair, it was a healthy, muscular baboon, his terrible bloodshot eyes looked straight at me. I ... Read more →