- You did not understand! my brother interrupted me. There was some noise and voices in the background. It looks like he was outside. - It's not us! We didn't have time...- Go home! I cut him off. Still, hope was complete bullshit, and the slightest foreboding always came true. - Go home! I repeated. - Fast! I shouted.I don’t know how much time passed and how many dozens of steps I took in the hallway before my brother stepped into it, and I was able to breathe a sigh of relief.- What is it? Alyosha frowned. He did not let me hug him and looked suspiciously at my crumpled hair and the almost lingering claw marks on my arm, framed by dried blood.I did not quite understand whether my brother knew Yana, but Gray, who noticed her sandals and recognized her smell, took off his helmet and looked at me inquiringly.“They found only a burned-out car,” I explained briefly. To say for the found piece of skin with a tattoo, I just couldn’t turn my tongue. And what's the point?! “Yana thinks
I hung up the call and waved the phone, aiming at the window, but Alyosha, having anticipated my impulse, caught my hand in time with the phone clutched in it.- Scum! - having lost control of myself, I spat out, not resisting the hugs of my brother.I was trembling violently and a lump convulsively approached my throat, which was not destined to break out. His eyes stinged, but they were faithfully incomprehensible to what or to whom they remained dry, which is why they also began to cut.- Why is he alive? I screamed into Alyosha's chest in a strangled voice. - Why?Naturally, no one answered me, but the smell of Grisha's guys, their eyes downcast, was more eloquent than any words.What's the point? What was the point of their smells and of them in general?Bloodhounds! Wolfhounds! The best mercenaries in the city!Why didn't they kill Koppel then?Why couldn't they take the trail now and return my Grisha to me?Why? Why the fuck?Pain and rage raged in me uncontrollably and deeply,
Cigarette smoke floated mystically along the shabby walls of the once luxurious room. The faded green paint everywhere, blotched with bullet holes framed by a web of cracks, seemed liquid and voluminous, and the elongated shadows on the high ceiling seemed about to fall on the only source of light - a dim lamp that stood in the middle of an oblong table with the same amount of time as a lamp, and everything else in an abandoned estate, living out its life alone behind a forest belt.Throwing my cigarette butt on the floor, I stamped it down and moved away from the large window, the window sill of which was littered with glass fragments with traces of both fresh and not very wolf blood.Taking on a homestead guarded by purebred wolves turned out to be easier than I thought. Their boss showed some kind of trust to Alyosha, who called him with an answer to a seemingly long-lost offer, which he personally had never been voiced. The old wolf even believed that Alyosha was doing it behind m
The way back to the complex flew by unnoticed. Gray rode the motorcycle easily and expertly, but he was driving. Grisha, on the other hand, knew how to fly, and, clinging to another man, I recalled how my man and I flew from the southern cottage to the city, and how scared I was then that we would crash along the way. Now I would give a lot for this fear in exchange for others.Because of the bastard Koppel, there was no peace for anyone, and despite the late hour, Rosa, Marta and Evelina wandered sleepily around the penthouse. I did not pay much attention to them and, having checked my son, went to my room. The day was busy and was about to end, but ahead of me was not sleep and rest, but work. A lot of work.I hoped that I managed to slip through and Koppel's mercenaries again did not see anything suspicious in the motorcyclists leaving the complex. They could have followed us to the manor, but my guys all, as one, claimed that there were no tails.I just had to believe them, but on
I put on makeup quickly and even managed to style my naughty dry hair in record time, but with the outfit I was frankly stupid and with a detached look sorted out the trempels again and again.Silly, perhaps, but I missed my old wardrobe: exquisite blouses of noble colors, strict classic skirts of perfect length just below the knee, a collection of shoes with elegant thin straps that Angelov gave me in abundance along with sets of sexy underwear for our pleasures .Evelina, in general, didn’t pick everything up badly and I was more or less used to the frankness of the dresses, but after my mistake at the estate, I wanted to, sorry for the teenage slang, cover myself and in no case follow Alyosha’s advice about shaking some parts of the body .No, the female body, and the male body too, has been a bargaining chip for centuries, and if necessary, I could not only shake my boobs, but it was hardly the case with the head of security. In our first meeting, he was reserved and cold, and, de
If you could only land one hit, where would you hit?Right. At the most painful.For the criminal side of the city, drugs were such a place. Their turnover even exceeded the sale of weapons, for which demand never fell at all.They were everywhere: in beauty salons, insurance and law firms, shopping and entertainment centers, restaurants and bars, newspaper and cigarette kiosks, gas stations, even flower and pet stores, not to mention universities and schools.This variation was explained by the fact that drug addicts were the largest group among the population, and their orderly ranks included not only junkies from the slums who did not see anything better than the dreams that drugs gave them, but also ladies and gentlemen from much more prosperous areas. and families.What reasons the latter had for escaping reality, decide for yourself, but with a probability of 99%, a drug addict of varying degrees of dependence and depravity could be found anywhere in the city, and their eyes and
- And who is so small here and does not sleep so late? BUT?I picked up the disheveled Nikita from the arms of my beautiful Rosa, who met us at the elevator, who now, like Evelina, and even Martha, lived exclusively in the mode of the main man of my life, to whom even the night was not an obstacle to fun, especially when he had a toy pistol in his hands .Purely out of interest: where did the nannies dig him up? Alyosha hid it badly!- How did everything go? - asked the old she-wolf, suspiciously apprehending my regular unusual outfit and surprisingly good mood.- Everything went perfectly! - circling Nikita, pleased with my attention, I answered. Gray and Alyosha slowly dragged sacks of money out of the elevator. - Now we can buy something pretty and tasty! I added. - And also useful! - I stopped and thoughtfully looked at Gray. - Serezha... And what is the coolest weapon?- Not cool, but icy, - Gray corrected me with a chuckle.- ShAK-12 (automatic assault complex - author's note),
I brushed my teeth and washed off the polish from my nails, and under a hot shower I thoroughly washed off everything that was left from the night. While the towel was absorbing water from my hair, I applied fresh makeup, focusing on the eyes in the form of arrows, and simply summed up the lips with a brown pencil. They themselves were dark for me, and the brown outline stood out moderately against the background of bright eyes.After brushing and blow-drying my hair, I painted my fingernails and toenails and, while they were drying, carefully walked along the clothes rack so as not to catch them.How many bright colors... How many different prints... How many unforgettable images you can create, as if becoming someone else...Without thinking twice, I opted for the same wild orange dress that I was going to wear last night. Ribbed and sleeveless, slip style, it surprisingly turned out to be of adequate length and with a high neckline under the collarbones.The catch was that it was s