- Whom? - I did not dull.
- My partner. Konstantin Zaebelin.

I just now realized that he had not even introduced himself to me, and if he did, he did so as quickly as possible, that is, asking, bitch. About the certificate and speech was not conducted.

The tactics that I chose was obviously losing. I was in the minority. The cop was smiling at the full width of the mouth, and I decided to change the style of battle to giveaway.

- I already thought that you would make me an “elephant”.
- If you strongly want, then I can bring the old telephone directory.
- Handbook? - I thought. - He is so fat that it hurts.
- Yes, like a member of my partner.
- He interrogated you?
- Dare to be home! The cop roared, moving close to my face.

- It seems I have already heard this phrase.
- Better tell me in a good way.

The dejavu feeling disappeared as quickly as the operas returned. He was holding two cups. But I noticed out of the corner of my eye that his fly was unbuttoned.

- What happened next? The woman asked.

- I decided to hide in the bushes. - I said without hesitation. - Implicitly.

- Implitz ... fucking ... what?

- So that no one saw.

- Well, then what? - impatiently drove forward my cop narrative narrative.

- There, over the fence climbed.

- Where exactly? Don't mumble! SPEAK CLEAR!

- Kindergarten.

- So!!! Everything!!! - the operas roared. - He again tells this mudata.
- I am not lying! It really happened to me. The watchman finished in my mouth !!

- In your wet dream? - pinned me operas.

- So, with an unfamiliar man on the street was engaged in the annexation. - summed up the shovel. - You will pass on article such and such.

I imagined what Oleg Podvalny would do in my place. How would he discard these high-handed bastards?

- Adult watchman?

- No, fuck, baby! He was kindergarten guard!

- Are you kidding? - punch with a fist on the table. Even fresh kofiy spilled.

- Boy, how do you treat torture? - For no reason, Zaebelin asked me.
- None. - I answered firmly, preparing for the burn of coffee grounds. - I tolerate them.
- You suffered.
- And you murzil! - I answer.
- What a witty boy. - commented on the woman.
- The jokes are over. - snarled operas - Now I will show you a real torture porn.

I was knocked to the floor. Kirzy boot loomed at the very nose.

- To urinate in a toilet - the effective means checked by time. But we have other methods. - assured bullshit.

- Sit down! - the operas roared.

In front of me they put a coffee glass on the table.
- Drink! - ordered the operas.
- Thank you, but thirst does not torment me.
- Drink, they tell you! - dragged through his teeth opera woman. - Or he will force you.
- The power of thought, as in the battle of extremities? - I laughed, although I was not amused.

My boldness came at a pricey price. With one hand, Zaebelin grabbed me by the hair, and with the other he was already tightening the militia leggings.

- No, let me go! - I called for justice. - I have a right!
- You have only one right. - Said the opera sadist sovereignly. - The right to suck!

At that very moment, when the security officer had already pushed the security officer to the edge of my lips, the door flew open. On the threshold stood none other than Oleg Podvalny in the image of an already well-established voivode. From the sight of chain mail and the steady rocking kladenets, the cops trembled with a large tremor and cut in the rear.

- Come with me, Artem. We are waiting for great achievements! We still have so much to do ... and tell each other. - on these words, Oleg smiled broadly. - Climb into the stealth bag and I will carry you out of this gadyushnik whole and unharmed.

I got up from the table. I looked with a crazy look at my savior and greeted sluggishly (and what do you want, I was kept under scorching lamps without food and water for a whole day). He opened wide the floor of the bag and with a gesture offered to be scratched.Without thinking, I dived into the sacking, but lastly I turned the contents of the glass onto my head, and I called his colleague a whore. Those both stood and were. They were afraid to move. Drops of urea ran down Zaebelin’s face, and his eyes strove to get out of orbit.

- Well, who suffered now? - I said goodbye to my tormentor and squeezed his wide nostrils with my fingers. He could not stand without air and minutes and opened his mouth to breathe more widely. But he breathed in my spittle.
- Then you write in the report what the guardian's sperm tastes like.

In vain he did not listen to me, because I did not lie ...
- And I did not wash my mouth.

On this note, together with Oleg Podvalny, we disappeared into the night. It was worth hurrying, because it was necessary to still drop into the kindergarten on the road.

(to be continued...)

The moral of this tale is this: before you declare your radical position, clean the history of your browser, and remove porn cards from harmlessness to the upper mezzanine. Otherwise, you will be like me, in the bags and on the removable huts to roam, wake up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat. It you need, I do not think?