where the fuck - Kostya irritably shook a couple of hundred pieces of paper. The second and Sutul not staring staring at Lena. Which, naturally, vainly pulled down the hem of the skirt, looking strictly at the ground.

- On the map, everything on the map ...

“What the fuck is the map?”

- On the bank, there are about seventy thousand somewhere ...

- Fuck you buratina, it turns out, well, guys, we will do with them? - a question addressed to accomplices, naturally already had a ready answer.

- And what the fuck do you think, let the charts throw a hog to the ATM, remove the lavender, and while we communicate with the little girl! - Sululy measured me with a scornful look and again stared at Lena.

- Look, Pasha, all for garlic, without garbage, - Kostya grabbed my chin and fixed his unblinking look in my eyes.

- You bring the loot, 70 thousand, as agreed, the boys on the warming and together with his girlfriend you go to the sunset unharmed. Here to “Acacia”, where there are ATMs, 30 minutes to go back and forth. Lose, linger, or some kind of motionless muddy muddied, your friend does not live, I answer that, on rags, I will cut the bitch inside!

- I ... I understood, I understood everything, I will do everything. - the first voltage was already subsiding, and I could even mess it up, but Kostya helped me a lot by giving in to the gas again. The discharge blade clicked out and cold steel rested against my Adam's Pocket.

- Do not you damn fucking let you fucking do not even think about me, you understand? - I just nodded my head. His hair stuck together, large drops of sweat ran down his face, neck and tickled between the shoulder blades. Widdle, I think I had one more.

- Hera, you go with him, - Kostya is not very sure that surprisingly, with a voice he threw to the Second, and I again became very cold inside ...

- Fuck, Kostyan, yes, you will frighten you into something like that, you will be the one here, and I'm going somewhere with this fraer! Look, you will take it by the throat - the urine will flow, it will come off and bring it, but without pussy!

- Ok, fuck you ... but follow ... - Kostya turned back to me.

- Well, and you, come on! Ass in handful and jumps! Fuck off!

Thrilled by Bones, I pulled from a low start to the exit from the corner, after me came Lena's sobbing sobs. She understood perfectly. Hera was exactly enough to hold me up to the turn for the fence of the construction site. Wrapped over the fence, I first slowed down, and then fell exhausted to my knees, barely having time to catch the backpack that had fallen off my shoulder. The lousy story of a couple of inexperienced subjects who risked too much for the sake of thrill. I wanted to tickle my nerves, I wanted a little provocation, but it turns out ... But it turns out that I’m raping Lena now. Rape for real, not for fun, taking out all the hatred that has accumulated in the hearts of three stupid, evil Morlok. And their hatred literally overwhelmed, it was immediately apparent. Hatred for never having such a beautiful girl. For the fact that one of her lace panties are more expensive than their outfit combined. For the fact that they were beaten up by a drunk side-father. For the fact that they did not have a birth, and there could not even be a chance to escape from this asshole of a depressed area on the outskirts of the city. So they come off today. How to come off. Smash the face. In a frenzy of mad lust, they will fuck with their dumb pods until they tear it all away. And maybe then they will not stop. Yeah, just do not stop, there is a mouth in the end.

My beautiful, my wonderful Lena turn into a broken doll, which will be thrown away after playing. Yes, and they throw me too. When I bring the money. Nafig they did not resist to leave the two tolerated alive. Kostya killed already, it was visible in the eyes. A crap story about two inexperienced topics with a crap end. But still, as Kostya was in a hurry ... How he was set on planting as soon as possible to this decorated doll. Kostya was in a hurry to send me for money.And Hera and Sutuli did not lag behind him in this quest. From behind the fence, there was a muffled moan of Lena and someone's satisfied tingling. It seems they are starting there. So I have to hurry.

But not for the money.

What are you, Kostya, as befits a degenerate, so stupid and greedy ... What are you, Kostya, in such a hurry that you didn’t notice how I don’t allow me to flay or hit from the back. Even the backpack was not really shook, so he quickly looked and closed the zipper back. For the first time since the beginning of the conversation with Kostya, the crack of a wry grin cut my face. I yanked the zipper of the backpack and pulled out the cover for the hand pump. Only inside, of course, there was no pump. A twenty-centimeter black metal cylinder slid out of the case right in my left palm. With my right hand, I pulled out a neat, small car from the hidden lumbar holster from the hidden lumbar holster - PSM. And in these moments the world around me was transformed. As if the hero of the Lukjanenko romance I was in the twilight. The tremor that pounded me at the last minute passed, my breathing evened out as if by itself. Consciousness began to work clearly, like a precision machine, which at one time made cuts in the barrel of my gun. Screw the PBS pipe onto the barrel. OK. Pull the bolt - chuck in the chamber. OK. Remove the fuse. OK. The right hand tightly wraps the pistol grip, stretched out in front of itself, slightly bent, the left one holds it from the bottom. OK. The index finger of the right hand on the bracket. OK. I walk up the steps to the entrance to the nook - finger on the trigger. OK. All feelings are aggravated to the limit, the heart is threshing, the brain processes the incoming information, visual, sonic, olfactory, tactile at the speed of light. I finally come to the point for which all this was started. I choose the free course of the trigger. OK. I wrap in the nook and ...

Sutul's face is distorted from excitement and wild malice, only in the very last fraction of a second he manages to portray something of astonishment on her. First double tap Wisps of bloody splashes fly out of Sutul’s head. The brain with computer accuracy captures hits. One bullet goes right under the nose, the second in the eye. Translation sight on Hera. But Hera surprised me, really. In a fraction of a second, with his mournful little moment, he realized what for him and his accomplices turned his lust and laziness. With a bestial leap, Hera jumped in my direction. The second double tap - both bullets into the lung, which slightly knocked Hera's rush, but did not stop. PSM is still not Makarych, breaking through the excess for such a purpose, and the stopping effect is low. Eh, I would have here 0.45 yusp with a hydro shock ... Third double tap. Now, as it should, one in the throat, the second in the forehead. Hera half step ahead, like a fat tail with diarrhea, gurgling and wheezing. Sight on Kostya. And Kostya is already at the ready ...

Measurement, between the divorced legs of Lena, is preparing to plant ... The fourth double tap. That is, no ... Pity "blade" instead of shots. Warped cartridge. With a sharp, awkward movement I throw the pistol at Kostya’s face, jump after him, but Lena has time even faster. Raised, lying under Kostya, she manages to snatch his knife out of his pocket and slash it across the throat with a wide movement. Carmine blood sprays from the broken artery with a fountainlet, I lean on Kostya and hold him while he is weakly fluttering, holding his head so that the incision is as wide as possible and the blood comes out as quickly as possible. Soon Kostya's body goes limp, I throw it on the ground. I meet a look with Lena. And drowning in the wild excitement that pulsates in her eyes. All this time she was not scared, she was not afraid. She looked forward. However, like me. Thanks Kostya, you no longer need to tear off your panties, they are already lying on the ground soaked in blood. We fuck, quickly, greedily, as if we hadn’t seen for five years, like resurrected Romeo and Juliet, like the last two (or first) people on earth. Consciousness melts, spreads from the beyond excitement, I barely control myself and, in fact, do not control at all.What a primitive, unlimited thrill, to fuck with his beloved woman over the bodies of dead enemies ...

At a certain moment, having fallen off from Lena and leaning back, I notice that Sully is still alive! It seems that the first bullet was stuck somewhere in the nasopharynx, and the second one knocked out an eye and went out through the temple. Stooped softly wheezing, blowing bloody blisters under his nose. I pick up the PSM from the ground, twist the bolt, the warped cartridge flies out. I put the trunk to Sutuloy’s forehead and slowly burn the trigger ...

After 5 hours I am lying on the couch at home. The whole body is overwhelmed with a lazy languor, the muscles ache, the head is heavy, as if cast-iron. Slightly even ache, and it was as if sand was poured into my eyes. I just got out of the bathroom, I was devastated, immobilized, disarmed ... Leaning back, Lena immediately arranges her head in my hand.

- Maybe another series of "Dexter"?

- No, let's come tomorrow ... Tomorrow ... Next time.