1. Seven years have passed

Oleg graduated from the Medical Institute. In honey advised to do Sergei. After graduation, Oleg interned at the Sergei clinic.

A year ago, Sergey went on a business trip to Peshawar, on the line of the red cross and did not return.

The rocket attack was carried out from the Afghan border, from the province of Nangarhar.

The school and the military hospital in which Sergey, on that day, conducted residency training came under attack.

As a result of the shelling, more than 120 civilians were killed.

Responsibility for the shelling took over the Taliban.

...

After the news of the death of Sergei, Inna locked herself in her grief, in her suffering.

Oleg could not work in the clinic, knowing that Sergei will never return. He resigned and settled in the morgue. Here he met Lyokhi and Andrey.

After that incident, with a false currency, half a year has passed.

Given the characteristics of the place of work and feedback from the dead, the criminal case on Lech did not start.

After the shift, Oleg was going home.

Andrei came on night duty.

Oleg changed his clothes, and together they went out into the street.

The end of August was cold.

Oleg, pressing down the butt with his toe, hesitated, as if he was going to say something.

Andrey felt Oleg's excitement and asked himself

- What, Oleg?

- Andrei, you are probably the only one with whom I can speak frankly, without fearing that they might be with me ... - Oleg sighed - My beloved man’s death was lost in his mother. Good man. Doctor. He treated me, seven years ago. Thanks to him, I am healthy. Andrew, I want to introduce you to your mother. To me, for some reason, it seems that you can with her ... make friends or something. She is in such a state, some kind of indifference to everything ...

Oleg was silent.

Andrey was silent.

- Ok, Andrew. I will go. Sorry ...

- No, Oleg! Not! I just can’t imagine what to say to me. After all, your mother is older than me ...

- Andrei, forgive me for saying this, but she, not really talking, is needed ... Damn! And talk too ... She needs sex!

Oleg was silent again

Andrew was puzzled by this turn, but he understood that he could not be silent

- I am not a macho - Andrew smiled - not Don Juan, not a Lovelace ...

- That is why I am telling you! Sorry if you hate ...

- Not! Do not hate It's just that I, for the first time, meet a person who, so frankly, speaks about the most ... intimate, and ... about the most intimate ...

- Sergey Alexandrovich was doing an operation for me. But mother saved me! My second birth, I owe her. If I invite you to visit, tomorrow, to your mother?

- Tomorrow, I'm free. Change without incident?

- Something brought. But I already changed clothes. Lyokhe left. I did not even look. Look at the table, some kind of paper. That is a request from the examination, or ... I do not know. You look. Come on! - Oleg shook Andrey's hand. - Don't be bored here, and see that no one escapes!

They went outside.

- Until!

Oleg went to the bus stop.

The salary in the morgue was high and he even thought about buying a car. But Sergei Ivanovich died and his VolvoXC60, 2008, Swedish assembly, dark green (Sergei chose the color of Inna's eyes) was in the garage. Oleg traveled several times, but it became painful, and he returned.

Andrei, having waited for Oleg to get on the tram, the stop was within sight, returned to the room, locking the door.

Passed into the service room, with a sofa and TV, removed the sound of the TV and looked at the table.

There was no paper.

He put forward the boxes one by one, but did not find the document about which Oleg said.

- Probably, Oleg confused something - Andrew muttered - Maybe it was his duty in the past, and Lyokha had already sent everything.

Andrew listened: only the characteristic crackle of the capacitor of one of the lamps under the ceiling.

I left the room and went to the room.

He turned on the light, went inside and closed the door.

In the middle of the room was a table. It was cold.

He went to the table and pulled the sheets.

No, Oleg did not mess up. On the table lay a young woman.

- "Fresh and as alive" - ​​flashed through him - "If it were not for these terrible wounds ..."

“Who are you, honey?” Beautiful ... was ...

He leaned toward the tag on the big toe of his right foot.

But there was only a number on the tag, filled with a ballpoint pen.

Andrei looked under the table, there was no paper.

- Chert! - He felt the excited member and feeling shaking from lust.

- Chert! Well what to do, eh?

He walked around the room, time, another. Mandrazh was growing and the member was already standing, raising their pants. Having unbuttoned the lock, he thrust his hand into panties, and holding it up, pressed the elastic of panties to his stomach.

- Bitch! Damn! No, I can not ... if now ... then tomorrow ...

Andrew came out and, almost running, went to the office.

Put on a raincoat and turned on the sound of the TV, went out into the street.

Ran for condoms in a stall at the bus stop. Returned. Dropped the cloak. Turned off the sound of the TV and went to the room, loosening the belt and unzipping. Tapping his teeth with a shot and howling with impatience, undressed, rolled out two condoms on the penis, turned blue from stagnant blood, spread the woman's legs, lay down on her and poked his head at the vulva, and leaning on his left hand, spread his fingers on his right lip, and shoved his penis, overcoming resistance of inanimate flesh, and feeling the tears of the vaginal tissue ... finished!

He was still shaking when he went to the sink and only now realized that he had forgotten to prepare a sink.

“Okay, okay,” he muttered, crouching and unscrewing the nut, and pulling the end of the corrugations out of the siphon, rolling the condoms from the penis, and stuffing the siphon into the branch pipe, collecting the drain.

I washed my hands for a long time and did not turn off the water for a long time.

Got dressed. I moved the woman's legs and covered the sheet.

He inspected the floor, and not seeing drops of semen, turned off the light, went out, and returning to the little office, fell on the sofa.

Five minutes later he was asleep.

..

Personal tragedy brought Inna to self-torture. She reproached everything and reproached herself that she did not dissuade Sergei.

At the factory, the foreman, unable to bear the sight of Inna's heartburn, sent her on leave, first for three months, and then to the administrative one, with an open end date.

Inna returned to the old apartment, where they lived with Oleg.

In the apartment of Sergey she could not be even one minute. Gasping, bumping into things reminiscent of him.

Oleg moved to his mother's apartment.

Sergey registered Inna at home and restructured the privatization, making it its owner.

Inna did not go out, did not go to the store. I tried to cook, but everything fell out of my hands.

Oleg, every day, came to his mother, cooked and fed her, cleaned and washed.

After two weeks, he realized that it would be better, some time to live together.

He set up a screen and slept behind a screen on a cot.

The uncle, who is the main nightman, called every week and, once a month, came to visit.

Inna lost weight, but began to look even more attractive. Shadows lay under the eyes, but they only intensified the cold shine of her emerald eyes. When Oleg was not at home, Inna walked naked: the clothes reminded that Sergey had once touched her. She would have thrown off her skin, and at times felt sorry for not being a snake.

Gave voice to the cell phone and Inna took the phone. Called Oleg

- Mom, would you be dressed, I'm not alone

- Denis?

- No, mom, Andrei

- Who is this?

- From work, mom

- Corpse, or what?

Oleg winced: it seemed to him abnormal that Inna was so funny

- Mom, I'm serious. We will have a guest. Andrei works as a watchman ...

- I'm glad! What would I talk to two pathologists? I can not even imagine. And the watchman, that is necessary! So do I get dressed?

- Mom, put on a robe, we are already coming.

Oleg disconnected.

- Bathrobe, bathrobe, bathrobe - Inna opened the closet - No, to appear before the guard in a bathrobe, this is nonsense. If I’m dressed, she’d dressed in leggings and a T-shirt.