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Damir was rushing along the corridor like mad, looking at the flashing signs on the doors of the rooms, until his eyes saw the necessary number. He stopped short and quickly knocked. No reaction. He knocked even louder. A minute later the door opened and a sleepy, bearded southerner appeared. A terrible fume blew into the face of a young guy and he involuntarily took a step back.

“Good afternoon,” Damir greeted. - I am sorry, but ... Nine from you?

- What? What is nine, bro?

- Woman ... Sportswoman.

The bearded man frowned and, scratching his forehead, recalled:

- BUT! This? Yes of course. She is resting ... Tired, probably ... Are you following her? Come on in, bro, come on ... - he opened the door wider and stepped inside, letting the guy in the room.

Damir winced at the stale smell, which had not yet disappeared from the room despite the wide open window and entered the room.

He immediately recognized Irina lying prone, with her head covered with a blanket. Damir jumped towards her and dropped the light fabric from her head. The woman continued to sleep without moving. Tangled greasy hair was scattered around her head ... Her entire face was whitened by dried semen, and a thin stream of saliva oozed from the corner of her mouth. He tried to wake her up, gently patting her cheek, but, changing his mind, pulled the blanket off of her. Purple bruises on her thighs and multiple imprints of slaps on her buttocks, which merged into one gray spot, immediately rushed to his gaze. Her tender breasts were also disfigured by bruises from someone's fingers.

Damir gently slipped his hands under her and, lifting her, silently left the room.

- Come on, bro! Sorry if che ... - I heard after.

He brought her to the same room in the basement, from where she had to pick it up. All the way he whispered something to her, occasionally shaking his head in contrition. Putting her on the bed, the guy moistened a towel with warm water and gently began to wash her face. Irina made a small moan several times, but she did not wake up. Having finished with her face, he covered her with a light blanket and, crouching on a chair at her headboard, frowned. So he sat for an hour, until the harsh sound of the radio made him flinch.

- Damir where are you?

He reluctantly answered.

- In the hotel.

- What did you forget there? Come on out. You need on the dock. Guests are coming.

- Again? The guard muttered in irritation in his face.

- I do not understand, repeat!

- On which pier?

- Second pier. You have an hour.

- I will be soon!

- Understood, the end of communication ... - the radio squeaked before drowning in Damir's breast pocket.

He jumped up, looked again at Irina who was snoring softly and ran out into the corridor, carefully closing the door behind him. Having quickly reached the bike rental center, he got into the first cycle vehicle equipped by some athlete and pulled to another part of the island.

Lazily swaying in the waves, a small vessel unhurriedly approached the island. On the pier, Nurik stood waiting, surrounded by several men. At a distance there was a group of security guards who were dressed in much of what was going on, which in general made the crowd look like a spinner from a gate. The day was sunny and in the cloudless sky, shouting over each other in a sharp, filthy cry, the seagulls circled. Several empty cargo wagons pulled by pairs of working women were waiting at the entrance to the pier, waiting. The drovers gathered a bunch at the railing and, spitting into the water, chatted freely. Ten sportswomen with double wheelchairs for guests of the island stood there on the shore.

The ship, straining with engines, approached the pier and, thumping against the pier, stopped.

Nurik broke into a wide smile and hurried to the boat, from which the first passengers appeared.

- Welcome, welcome, dear doctor! - widely stretched arms for embraces, he rushed to a tall man in a strict suit and neatly cropped beard. It was Kostya. He smiled discreetly and politely shook hands with Nurik, hurried ashore. Behind him went Accelerate waddle. Almost all the staff of the farm estate arrived, with the exception of the Surgeon, Seeds and nurses. Nurik greeted everyone and, spreading out on wheelchairs, led off to the camp. After this, an overload of food and drinking water brought from the mainland began in carts, which slowly filled the camp along a rough road as they were filled. And in the third stage, the most valuable one was taken out of the hold, apparently a load of about thirty naked women of different builds. A separate group brought several girls in white and red collars. A crowd of guards immediately rushed to them and, quickly building frightened women in chains of ten to twelve people, led them to the camp. The last group was led by those who were collars.

A little later, when the guests were settled in different camp houses, Kostya was sitting at Misha’s house and drinking coffee.

- Well, how are you, Kostya? What's new? How is the family? - the Boss busily asked, pushing a big dish with sweets and cookies.

- Oh, nothing, Misha, in general. Everything is fine at home, thank you. ”The doctor drank noisily the brewed hot coffee from a small cup.

- A lot of work, probably now? - took advantage of the pause Misha.

- Well, as always. New material brought. But, I will tell you, in general, stupid. You will look later. I gave the files to Nurik. There are eight prospective items, not more. Of the six dozen, can you imagine?

- Well, yes ... well, yes ... - Boss nodded his head, - There are few sensible now. We now have three or four athletes more or less. Workers, probably half soon under write-off. Leisure still all right. Well, the staff ... And the athletes are generally small.

- I'm talking about sportswomen and talking. I don't care about your leisure, Misha. This is a separate topic and does not concern me. By the way! How is Nine?

Misha coughed nervously and looked out the window. The doctor looked at him in surprise.

- What? What happened?

- Do not worry, Kostya, dear! Everything is fine with her. Well done she is still some! Now in the hotel ... asleep ...

- That is how it is - “sleeps”? Is he sleeping during the day? I don't understand something, Misha. Can you be clearer?

- Here such a story came out, - Misha hesitated for a second, and then, waving his hand, continued, - Ah! What is there to be silent, you still know ... In general, I could not do anything, honestly I tell you. I was told that even Amiraslanov would not pull the question here.

The owner excitedly began to talk about the past night to the stunned Doctor. His face stretched and turned to stone. He listened to the Doctor to the end and asked:

- Is she at the hotel?

- Yes. Damir is only from there. He said he was sleeping. Only you do not rush. Why make noise now? They will leave tomorrow and go, pick it up ...

- Do you understand what happened though, Misha? The Doctor jumped up and began nervously pacing back and forth through the large room.

- Yes, I understand, of course ... But what could be done here? See how it all worked out? First, this m ... duck ecologist, then check, then demonstrations. There are so many people left to stick. For free under the guise of a vacation to spend. Now, you know yourself, they can’t stand behind the cordon ... And then he drew such a thing, no foreign country is worth it ...

- Yes, what difference does it make to me? You could not let her run? I would let my workers, service workers, there ... I do not know who!

“Leisure,” Misha corrected quietly.

- What? - he turned with surprise to the Boss. - So that's it! I'm going there right now. And you with me.

- No, Bone! They are still there ...

- I don't give a shit who's there! Prepare the transport!

Misha ordered by radio:

- Sasha, a couple of single to me!

Half an hour later, two strong athletes raced carts with Misha and Kostya through the branchy forest in the direction of the hotel. The doctor drove ahead, driving the very leggy at number seventeen, who also took part in the demonstration race.The speed was quite high and she rushed in with urine, trying not to get an extra discharge in the nipples of the small but heavily hanging breasts. The doctor occasionally looked at the value ...