before the trial, deft attorneys in three accounts would fall apart. Will we write to Moscow?
- We will.
Having signed the documents, I went home. Near the entrance was already familiar Mercedes SUV. The rapist came slowly and slowly predicted:
- What, slut, a cart on us dashed off? Do you think I do not know? You will not prove anything. Here is the money, - he took a small bag out of his pocket, - here are a hundred wooden mowers, they are yours. And fled. You forget about us, we forget about you. You are not worth more. You - beggar, cheap. You didn't hold such grandmas in your hands. Sit and do not rock the boat. And you will throw letters at the capital, an accident will happen to you.
- Get out, cattle. And your dirty money I do not need. I will not give up my testimony. Not everything can be bought.
- As you want. And for the money you can buy everything. They are not dirty. They don't smell. Everything has its price. Hack it on your nose, the creature.

He climbed into the car and pulled away. Breaking the dashing turn under the red light, a foreign car disappeared around the bend. The traffic cop splashed with mud just shook his fist.
What is it going on. Is his majesty the dollar in this world deciding everything? It turns out that they can do anything, and no laws have been written for them? And I can not do anything to punish them to the fullest extent, put them in jail? Everything fell out of my hands. I lay for a long time, studying the chandelier on the ceiling with my empty eyes. It was enough to close my eyes for a second, as arrogant, lustful, well-fed faces floated in consciousness.
So I lay and lay, until somewhere in the depths of my soul there was a feeling of something otherworldly. The room was filled with alarming air and felt uneasy. There was a knock on the door.
A woman Valya was standing on the threshold and hesitantly trampled on.

- Tanya, measure my pressure. My digital device has become hysterical, and I do not know how to switch. I hear badly.
In her appearance something was missing. Or there was something incomprehensible to my understanding. However, without giving it any importance, I let in my neighbor and led me into the kitchen. I had to speak out, even to pour out my soul. I told and sobbed, and the woman Valya stroked my head and said:
- It's nothing, everything will be all right.
- Where is the truth in the world?
- Listen. Let go of the soul. Someday it will be cast. Just forget.
- Forget? Yes, it will last a lifetime! How do people look in their eyes? Now one road - on the panel.
- Time cures. In this world, all events are predetermined. What happened should have happened. You could have been killed, but you are alive. Take comfort in this.

- It would be better killed.
“It’s not up to us when we leave.” There is darkness and there is light. There is a god, and there is a devil. There are servants of God and minions of Satan. Dark forces are engaged in revenge. And God told you to forgive. Do you want revenge?
- They must be punished. They all get away with it because they are sons of influential people. Tomorrow they will rape someone else. They have so much fun.
- Good. But remember. There is no way back in these matters. They are not half done and nothing can be changed. You have not thrown the things in which you were raped?
- Not. I wash. Will fit still.
- Come here.
I brought a bag from the bathroom and gave it to Baba Vale.
- I'll leave now, but I will be back soon, and you sit and wait.

Appearing again, Baba Valya put the package on the floor. Her eyes glittered strangely yellowish fire. She handed me a shred.
“Burn him right now.” And the rest will be burned before sunrise in an open field. In the package are three dolls, I sewed them from your things. And three pins. But before you burn, stick pins into dolls, turn around and say, "Who spoiled me, go on the other side." Pierce each doll three times, leave pins in them, and burn them. From them will be ash. Her prikopay in the center of the ashes. Try to put all your soul into the ritual.Then you will be heard.
- Well, only I do not believe in it.

- Do as I said. After, without turning anywhere, go back home and sit quietly. Come out of the house just the next day.
The next morning, getting up after dark as Baba Valya punished, I set off to take revenge. Going behind the track far into the field, I proceeded to witchcraft. To be honest, in this, it seemed nonsense, counting game, I did not really believe. Some dolls from a children's sandbox. The pins are rusty. Did I put in the soul? Probably yes, because I needed it. At least psychologically. I did a ceremony, which for some reason seemed ridiculous and absurd to me, and with the first rays of the sun returned home. I spent the whole day in the apartment, as I was punished, hanging from corner to corner. The next morning from the news, I learned something that made my knees tremble. TV presenter impassively broadcast:
- Today, at six in the morning, Sergey Vostrikov, the son of a famous construction magnate, was tragically killed. Having lost control, he drove into oncoming traffic, where his SUV collided with a Scania truck. The steering SUV died on the spot. The driver of the truck was not injured. Vostrikov allegedly fell asleep at the wheel. According to preliminary data, he was driving home from a nightclub.

I sat on the edge of the couch and peered into every detail. The camera captured a wagon standing on the road and a pile of twisted scrap metal on the side of the road. This is all that remains of a luxury foreign cars. In the photo shown was a guy who owed money to me the day before yesterday, and before that he roughly and cynically raped. Now he was dead. Coincidence? Perhaps, like a child's game rite has nothing to do with it. So I calmed myself. An ordinary accident. Is it enough to break them into a cake? But by noon, like a bolt from the blue, came the next news. Making it louder, I peered into the TV.
- And now the news of the last hour. Right now data is coming in on the sudden death of the son of a high-ranking Gazprom official Ivan Nazarov. According to the preliminary version, he was poisoned. He was found unconscious in one of the rooms of a country villa belonging to his father. A medical team brought Nazarov to the hospital, where he died without regaining consciousness. A fatal dose of a potent substance and about four ppm alcohol was found in his blood.

I wandered around the room and did not find a place for myself. Actually, full tin. The tragedy in the style of "rock" with an inevitable ending. I certainly did not expect this, and the result exceeded all possible consequences a hundred points ahead. The second death of the second rapist. Now there could be no doubt. The satanic rite inexplicably worked, and I set in motion terrible otherworldly forces. They exist. They are always there. We do not see them, we do not feel them, but they are watching us. And when you call, they act. You can't bribe them, you won't stop them, you won't dismiss them from work. For them, it does not matter who you are in this world. Influential oligarch or rootless beggar. They deal with all equally. I did not believe in them. Even laughed. Now I was scared. These rites, their secret meaning is understandable only to a narrow circle of initiates, and they do not exist for fun.

They came to us from antiquity and honed over thousands of years of experience in demonic practice. I felt the hair on my head begin to move. What have I done with my revenge? From the outside, everything looked quite natural. One, strolling and swelling all night long, got behind the wheel. He could not imagine driving in compliance with the traffic rules. The second vusmert drunk on some expensive swill, mixing it with dope for a bigger buzz. But it was not by chance. Satanic evil came into motion and decided its speedy judgment. The third, the last of the rich rapists, remained alive. Late in the evening the doorbell rang. On the threshold stood a well-dressed woman of about forty and with fear looked straight into my eyes.

- So here you are, witch. Beautiful Because you and pozarilis. Did not see the trick. Your beauty is satanic.I see. Not afraid to mess with mess?
- Who are you? - I was taken aback.
- I am the mother of Anatoly Kadomtsev. Don't pretend, you know.
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