- Spit it out, Vasilisa, - in a cheeky, comic tone, I expressed my readiness to substitute myself for the new blow of fate.

- Can you come to us and give me some water? Andrew fastened me with a handcuff to the battery and went off on duty. And thirst torments me, - she whimpered into the phone tearfully.

From the new layout like to laugh and cry.

“Let me better call the police,” I suggested.

“Oh, not the police,” Vasya worried. - I'm just sitting here naked. I only drink some water.

I covered my phone with my hand and vilely blew my ridge-hunchback. Naked woman sits handcuffed to the battery, asking for some water.

- And of course Andryusha’s phone is forgotten at home? - I asked sarcastically.

- No, I asked him to leave me a phone so that I could call for help if I suddenly become ill.

- Well, you feel bad, why are you calling me, and not to the ambulance?

- So I only drink some water. I do not want Andrei kicked out of work. After all, they will understand everything wrong there.

- And I, therefore, correctly understand?

She sighed heavily.

“You know that I love him.”

- Yeah, - I hard digested someone else's nonsense. Vasino's attitude to the case undoubtedly smelled like reckless fanatical affection.

“Can you wait until he gets home from work?” - I asked hopefully.

- I really want to drink, Andrei left me a pot for me to write to him, and then I drank if I wanted. He punishes me like that. He may now return in two days.

“Well, then you will call an ambulance then.”

“I won't,” she wailed wistfully.

- Why?

- The phone will soon be discharged.

- Fucked up some, - I swore the first time when the lady.

The lady sadly snuffled into the phone:

- Bring me some water?

- How do I open the door? - I snapped.

- And I will teach you. You have a safe in the section, there Andrei keeps spare keys. And the key to the safe hangs in the kitchen in the upper left cabinet above the stove.

- How you all cleverly grabbed, - I praised Vasya.

- It was Andryusha who invented that, if you forget the keys of the house, you can take it from your neighbor.

- Yes, Andrew, in general, we have a master of all sorts of fabrications.

Vasya laughed, sniffing her nose:

“Yes, he is,” she sighed with relief, as if I was already running to open all the doors and give her some water.

There was still the last option, not the most beautiful, but not the most stupid:

- Listen, come on, maybe we still wait? Andryusha will return from work, then he will give you some water. And if your phone is discharged, then I will call the Emergencies Ministry tomorrow morning. You're up in the morning to suffer?

- I do not know. I am ready to drink urine from a pot, so thirst was tortured, - her voice sounded offended, as if I refused her a banal service.

In the meantime, I had to open someone else's apartment, without asking to drink the monster's victim, she voluntarily accepted the anguish, believing in the noble motifs of the flesh-tamer.

“Well, well,” I frowned, as always in such cases, when there was nowhere to go. - Now I will come.

And I hung up, sat for a long time staring blankly at the clouds outside the window. They were gathering, not promising anything good. Sighing heavily, he got up and walked around to open all the safes and doors. I still had hope in my soul that I would be able to speed up relations with the Nikiforovs, negotiate with them or reconcile, if possible.

“Either they will move to the village, or they will shoot Andryusha at work, or Vasya will receive brains from the wizard of the Emerald City,” I thought. - Something must happen, it will happen! - I experienced them as a personal grief. “It doesn’t happen that people torture each other for years, they also draw neighbors into it.”

The door lock clicked, the hinges creaked, and I tiptoed into the Nikiforovs' apartment, stealingly looking around. Worst of all, it seemed to me to be caught off guard at the crime scene. I listened to the movement of the elevator behind my back, caught the echo of steps on the stairs. Somewhere the door in the entrance blurred or did it seem to me?

“It is necessary to quickly get this scykukha drunk and topple,” I thought, sliding along the dark hallway, approaching the hall door, where, apparently, the loving captive sat on a leash. I pulled the handle, took a step inside and was stunned.

Vasya, completely naked, sat in a chair in the middle of the room. Her legs were unnaturally tied up, tied to her chest and arms, dangling from the sides. She was folded in the shape of a shrimp, paraded by a causal place that was overgrown in the light by an overgrown pink slit. Thick thickets on the pubis and around the vagina reminded us of the frequent attacks by Andryusha, of our joint night with Vasya, and shaggy pritirochka. It just so happened that Vasya's beaver pile on the pubis became the first key place in the picture, which was slowly unfolding with a twisted hand in the fields of my memory.

I turned my eyes to Vasino's face, swollen with tears. She glanced wearily around the room, smiled as if intoxicated with drugs.

“Please forgive me,” she murmured.

Her gaze slid behind my back. Only now, with all the inevitability, I felt the cold barrel of a pistol, which rested against my neck.

- Well, fuck, jump? - maliciously hissed Nikiforov.

- Do you like Vasya, eh? Like? - he continued to excite himself.

My head went round, my heart jumped in my chest. I was ready to collapse on my knees and burst into tears on the spot, to beg for mercy.

“I beg you, do not deprive me of life!” - I would moan.

I was ready to promise anything, just to let me go.

“Nikiforov flew off the coils!” - the sobering conviction of the as yet not full of holes was beating the alarm.

- Andrei Mikhailovich, - I bleated. - I went in to give Vasilisa Nikolaevna some water to drink. Look on your phone, please, she called me.

“Oh, you started singing like that,” the major bristled. - Vodichki he went to drink. I know what kind of water you are going to drink it.

“There was nothing between us, I assure you.” Vasya, well, you tell him! - I begged.

“Andryusha, you promised to punish anyone,” Vasya, although she darted, smiled with tender tender eyes.

- What am I? - Nikiforov goggled. - I am nothing, I only look. Well I wonder how my wife is fucked. Well this is such a sight, it is impossible to miss. You do not mind, do you? - he poked me harder with a pistol.

- Andrei Mikhailovich, we did not have sex with Vasya, please let me go, - I twisted my neck, began to look for pardon with my eyes.

- What are you all pizdish! - Nikiforov exploded. “He didn't have sex, but where did she sleep last night, eh?” She told me everything about you, how frisky you are in bed. And the sperm in the condom, too, do not say yours?

- This is a protein from quail eggs, Vasya, well, you tell him! - I crawled from the coils, pushing against the inevitable wall of irrefutable evidence.

“Dimochka, you'd better not resist him, believe me, it will be better,” Vasya muttered fanatically.

She fell into a rage of worship, blindly followed the prompts of the Great Inquisitor Monster Andryusha.

- Protein, then, ah you are a nit! - Major grabbed me with a claw by the elbow and dragged me to Vasya. - Now we will compare this protein with quail. Maybe you have quail, eh?

“Quail flew in,” Mom will say, after listening to an incredible story.

"Quail quail," - father podtaknet.

And only my brother, muddle, will flood the hen:

"Ko-ko-ko!"

“Stand still, if you want to live,” the major wheezed, jabbing at the shoulder blade. - And you, scum, suck. You called him here for this, right?

I closed my eyes, swallowed nervously. The abdominal muscles quivered to the beat with the kneecaps, which beat the tap dance all evening, starting with the ill-fated call.

"My heart smelled that it was a trap!" - I repented, glancing down.

Vasya's hands dangled loosely, and she began to unbutton the belt on my jeans. Button jumped off, slipped my fly, my pants ... Read more →