driving on water scooters on the water surface in the rays of the setting sun. And more respectable citizens preferred to quietly sip foamy beer closer to the bar in the company of the same naked women as the waitresses, but in red shoes and collars. A few single wheelchairs slowly moved around the hotel grounds, with harnessed women stronger than the physique staff. The bells attached to the nipples tinkled to the beat of their frequent steps. Nearby there was a single-storey pavilion with a canopy, which still had a few harnessed gigs and about a dozen brightly-colored cycle mobiles, three of which were ready for a walk — women in their belts were dozing. Nearby, in a folding chair, a young guy in dark glasses fell apart and enthusiastically looked at something in his phone.

Ruslan, stopped at the hotel and tied Irina to one of the dug posts at the nice lawn in front of the entrance, entered the building. However, after a few minutes he returned and directed the crew towards the beach. There he turned onto a walkway along the coast and, increasing speed, headed for the far side of the beach, fenced off by a green building net. Someone saw their approach and a small frame gate, covered with the same opaque mesh, opened. Behind the fence was in full swing construction. Two mini-excavators dug pits a hundred meters apart. From them to the remote edge of the forest, a string of cruised cargo carts pulled by female threes. The excavator poured the soil onto the cart, and two workers shoveled it with the ground that had spilled. Then the driver drove the cart to the dump, and another one drove up under the excavator. Closer to the forest was a forty-ton sea container lonely with holes cut through the ceiling. The process was followed by a short, fat man in a vest. Seeing Ruslan, he rushed to meet him.

- Davydych, healthy! He shouted when they almost stopped.

- Hello, hello, Grisha! - Ruslan jumped off the stroller and shook the hand extended to him. - How are you?

- Normally, as you can see. Finally, they started to do something. Tomorrow we will finish these trenches and do two more. This is a maximum of five more days. But then something needs to be done. Concrete need. What do we do? Misha says this pier is impossible?

- Of course you can not, what are you! It's all here. Hotel, tourists. What is cement? In a week, the cement will come to our pier. From there we will transport.

- How? How to transport? Baba, or what? Yes, they will soon lay down the fuck. Look - barely breathe. Already three in the hospital put. Ruslan, this is not at all like a human being. No horses what?

Ruslan wrinkled, irritably raised his hand,

- Stop, stand, stand ... Calm down. Do you get to work for human beings? Well and good. It’s not up to you and me to decide who will work where. Do you want to - talk to Misha. And this will be your last day on the island.

- But I have a deadline, Ruslan! They will ask me.

- Do not worry, you have time. I said a week later. In short ... Let's list what you need. Tomorrow after lunch I can send a couple of carts ... By the way, do you have enough carts?

“Yes, enough,” Grisha shook his hand in annoyance. - No one to drag. By the way, did I hear you brought new ones?

- This is not for this. This is sports. They can not be hard work. Or maybe in a week they will bring the workers. They say there will be a lot.

Grisha looked at Irina with interest.

- This sports chtol?

Ruslan nodded. Grisha looked at the woman for a long time, shaking his head and chuckling. Finally uttered:

- Damn I do not see the difference. Baba and Baba. Well white still, will work too will darken from the sun, will become as ours.

Ruslan grinned:

- Okay, Grisha ... Do not strain your head, you still will not understand. You are a good builder, but for the rest ... Listen, why do you take the whole blade to the forest? And the batch is not necessary?

- Yes, this is the top layer. He will not go. There is good sand under it. Leave him close.

Grisha caught himself and pulled out a written sheet of paper from his pants pocket and handed it to Ruslan. He, without looking, hid it in his pocket.

- Maybe you look, Ruslan? Maybe something is not clear?

- I'll figure it out. It is already dark, still nothing is visible. Don't you finish yet?

- Now we are already round. Although listen, Ruslan! Can we fit the headlights to the carts? Then it will be possible at night ..

- Headlights are not a problem. And when they sleep? Then you need more horses! And no. We put one more windmill. And there is also not enough ... For food recorded in the list, by the way?

Grisha nodded:

- Yes, chicken legs there ... potatoes, rice. Still, Ruslan ... Come on, give me more vegetables, greenery, if possible.

- Okay. Tomatoes I have already agreed with the greenhouses already normal now have to go.

- And shoes. Shoes, Ruslan! Breaks just like that! See different sizes. Well, socks, you know.

- Okay, we'll do it. Come on Grisha, I have to go now. See you! - Ruslan climbed into the stroller and turned on the power.

- Bye Ruslan! - Grisha looked at the illuminated dashboard with interest. - Look - Beha straight!

- Ruslan turned around and rolled back. It was already quite dark and he turned on two LED lights attached to the protruding drawbars. The road in front of Irina evenly lit up with white light and they rode through the still bustling territory of the hotel to the other side of the island. Having slowly climbed the serpentine into the forest, he again launched Irina, setting the speed above the average, glancing at the dial, highlighting the frequency of her pulse. In the forest, it was already significantly colder. Thermometer showed about ten degrees. Ruslan shivered chilly and took out a flask of expensive cognac from his bag and took a few sips. They quickly reached the high fence with a sliding gate and stopped.

“Seryozha, give me a glass of water,” Ruslan asked one of the guards.

- Now, Ruslan Davydovich! One second ... - he ran into his closet, quickly brought the faceted glass filled with water to the brim and handed it to Ruslan. He poured half on the ground and supplemented it with his konyak.

The guards roared:

- Why are you translating the drink, Ruslan Davydovich? Dear go? How is it ... Montel or what?

- Martel, Sasha. It's not him. But never mind. My horse is “cold”, - He jumped off the stroller and opened a hole in his gag, poured in an unsuspecting Irina a whole glass of diluted cognac. From the sudden sensation of the heat spreading through the gut she instinctively sat down, making a noisy, sharp exhalation. The guards laughed loudly:

- Well gone, huh? - Sergey ran to Irina and lightly patted on the shoulder. - Sash, let me smell something!

The second guard ran into the closet and, jumping out with a small piece of bitten sausage, thrust the woman's eyes, which were rounded with horror, under his nose. She involuntarily inhaled and quickly turned her head away.

“Okay, calm down, everything is fine,” said Ruslan barely smiling. - Leave the “horse” alone. Give her your sausage. She still has to run far.

- Well, let's say, our sausage has not been given to her yet, but we are not against it, if you will allow ... - Sergey did not let up, defiantly looking at Irina who had risen to her feet. - Come on, Ruslan Davydovich, we will quickly ... her ... warm it.

- You will manage, tomboy. This filly is not about you. She already has an order for today. Are you a little working?

- Yes that workers. They are not like that. In the nature of the horse - no buzz. Generally nestoyak. And this one can be seen: another woman is real.

- Okay, that's enough. Nestoyak from them. Say thank you for commissioning in heavenly place. Use the fact that life gives and rejoice, salagi. All I have no time here with you. Go, fighters! - with these words, he gave impetus and Irina quickly picked up speed ran towards the camp. One hundred grams of cognac filled the whole body with heat and at the same time did not disrupt the coordination of movements, which made running in the opposite direction even easier.However, a slight feeling of euphoria could not drown out Ruslan’s phrase ringing in her ears that “there is an order for her today,” which made the disturbing feeling not leave her all the way. ... Read more →