I haven’t taken the keyboard for a long time and didn’t put my thoughts on the screen. I “tried out” this story from my new friend. Of course, such experiences are not particularly shared even with confessors, but the Margarita cocktail and full participation on my part do wonders. I love to listen to the stories of girls about their growing up and becoming like women. There are so many feelings and emotions in it, everything is so interesting and sexy that I, as an author and as a man, have not yet found stronger moments for inspiration.

Dasha, that is my friend's name, was born and brought up in a small peripheral town. Thousands of those in the vastness of our vast country. She was born in the most ordinary family, where the father, when sober, works as a mechanic and a mother as a nurse in a hospital. They lived in a hut-type house - a two-story wooden building from the 40s. These houses were built for the builders of the new plant, so the street was called Zavodskaya. For 60 years the house has significantly deteriorated and needed resettlement of tenants, followed by demolition.

Part 1. Neighbor.

On each landing there were three apartments. All have very small rooms, stove heating and no hot water. But people are accustomed and not really complained. In addition, most of the tenants had very large incomes, which would not allow them to move to a more comfortable housing with a high price for utility services.

Dasha did not worry about it at all. She had everything a child needs for development and study. In addition, girls and boys of the same age lived in the house and they were firmly friends. But there was one person whom she called Dasha herself and all the inhabitants of the house, and the neighbors, fear and horror. The name of this man was Alexey, but everyone knew him by click - Dog. He really looked like something homeless hefty dog. Beaten by people and life.

Dasha herself heard her father tell his mother that the Dog had served 10 for killing. When she met him on the landing, she tried to escape as quickly as possible. And if she saw him approaching the house, she remained on the street and waited for him to go into the apartment and the lights would light up in his windows.

Like all children, Dasha composed in her head a whole terrible fairy tale about a neighbor, imagining the most terrible and terrible, from her point of view, things she enjoyed sharing with the rest of the children.

But the Dog himself seemed not to notice anyone around. Did not greet and did not communicate. He was sullen and silent. He was rarely seen drunk, but when he saw him, he hid.

Once, when Dasha was about 11 or 12 years old, they were playing a game of “truth or desire” with the guys. She lost and chose "desire." At that moment, when she invented the task, the Dog came out of the entrance. The children immediately fell silent and alerted. He passed by without even looking in their direction.

- Wow! What is it scary!

- Generally horror!

- And always silent!

- A you say hello!

- Do I get tired of living ?!

- I came up with a task!

Dasha and everyone else looked at Mitka. From him never received practical thoughts.

- Let Dasha greet Dog!

- You are stunned or something?

Dasha already choked when she heard this version of desire. Even in the most terrible thoughts, she did not imagine that she would have to begin communicating with her neighbor. But the rest happily approved this desire. Dasha and several of her friends tried to defend the impossibility and danger of such a desire, but the others insisted.

- There is nothing dangerous! He will not beat you for "hello!"

- And what if he is sick on the head and nailed?

- If there was a patient, I would be treated in a mental hospital!

- Yes, he is scary - kapets!

Alexey "Dog" was really scary externally. There are a lot of scars on the face and a nose rolled up on the left side, the forehead is always in deep wrinkles, and in the eyes of the toli there is a deadly longing, toli hate all around.

But the children were already anticipating a dangerous adventure and were very happy about the opportunity to observe it from the side. Dasha tried to run away home under a specious excuse, but the rest were on the alert and quickly stopped all her attempts to “otmazatsya”

Finally, when it was already evening, a familiar figure began to approach the house. Dasha first saw Alexey, and it became cold inside her belly.

- It's coming! Is coming!

The children left Dasha alone in front of the entrance, while they themselves hid behind nearby bushes and trees, portraying employment as something important. Dasha, though she did not look in the direction of the approaching neighbor, but she felt that the distance was inexorably shortened. Her heart banged and quickly pounded in her ears, her legs became wadded. She thought that if she wanted to run now, she would have fallen.

Here Alexey approached the entrance and caught up with the girl. All the children, and it seemed that everything around - stopped. Dasha opened her mouth to say “hello”, but she could not inhale or exhale. In her eyes, suddenly everything became dim, and in her ears rang, it became cold throughout the body. And then there was silence.

When she opened her eyes again, she saw the face of her neighbor. He looked at her with an unusual emotion. Dasha realized that she was lying on the ground.

- Are you alive, small?

Alexey's voice was no less terrible in sounding than his appearance. Dasha blinked in frightened eyes and tried to get up, but her head was spinning, and her body did not listen well.

- Are you sick, eh?

Dasha shook her head and finally was able to sit down. She began to think better and feel. A neighbor picked her up and helped her up and set the girl on the bench.

- What are you throwing at me? Kamikaze?

Dasha again negatively shook her head and could barely manage to squeeze out a hiss of herself.

- What? Can not hear anything?

- Hello.

- In, fuck! Well hello! How is she? Home to help rise?

- No thanks! Everything is OK now!

- Well, frets, then.

The dog turned around and entered the porch. A crowd of agitated girls and boys immediately ran up to Dasha. All enthusiastically told how they got scared and what they thought.

- I thought he slammed you!

- You stood like this and suddenly, slam!

- I grabbed such a stone, I wanted to hit him on the head and save you!

- Why are you breaking! Stone he picked up. Vtopil around the corner, like a naughty cat!

Dasha listened to everything in confusion and gradually came to her senses. She pushed the guys and went to her house on her still wadded legs. Having risen to herself, she collapsed on the bed and, hiding her face in a pillow, began to roar. How frightened she was! She still for a long time, closing her eyes, saw before her the terrible face of a neighbor.

The time has passed. Dasha grew up and was no longer so much afraid of her neighbor, realizing that he was, in general, not a dangerous person if he was not touched. She was 14 years old when leaving the store, she heard a man swearing. At the bread stand, men were arguing loudly about something. In one of them, Dasha recognized her neighbor. Now his scary face was truly terrifying. She was red, her eyes were bloodshot, the veins on her forehead were swollen, and real rage was read in her eyes. Dasha didn’t understand why a dispute arose, but the reason was clearly serious, because the “cool ones” ran into the neighbor.

The guys at the school shared information with each other about the events in their small town. Of particular interest were stories with the participation of local "brothers". This is in Moscow and other large cities of the 90s have gone down in history. But in their city the guys in leather jackets and sweat pants still actively existed.

They were no longer engaged in racketeering and hiding, but mostly “robbed” through individual entrepreneurs, LLC and microcredit management companies. Dasha understood that Alexey owed money, and the guys - collectors.

- You, ah ... l? Did you take the money? Took! Percentage agreed? Agreed! What are the problems?

- Is that you ah ... l! I, bl. d, took 30-ku, and should give 75-be? What the fuck are you talking about?

Dashka was delighted with the opportunity to become a spectator of an interesting situation and was already anticipating how she would tell her at school. Talking men ...