I felt sick and took a few deep breaths. It couldn't be loose. Just not now. Not before the last push. Not when Nikita's life and well-being, more than ever, depended on me ... on us.- I'll take care of everything, Kira, - as if reading my thoughts, said Grisha. In two steps, he was next to me and, turning me around, lifted my chin. - You didn't work too hard. Now it's my turn, but you will have to obey me. No questions or doubts. Okay, number one? he added, and stroked his finger affectionately over my lips, urging me to look at him.I looked up and immediately fell into the trap of his killer eyes.- Are they going to die? I asked breathlessly. - Kohan and everyone else?- It's a special pleasure to bring down psychos, - Grisha answered seriously. - But if you want to put a bullet in his forehead yourself, then I'll leave the signature shot for you. Deal?The latter was said by him jokingly, but I was not laughing. I had no doubt that Grisha would kill everyone, but... At what cost

- Where is Grisha? - I repeated, raising my voice, which made it sound somehow alien and cold, and the question itself, as if it did not require an answer: the wolfhound did not keep his word and did not return to me.Nikita, awakened by my cries, twirled uneasily in my arms. I felt, probably, how the blood was slowly congealing on the approaches to my heart.- Seryozha, do not be silent, please! Evelina joined in, putting her arm around my shoulders.I shuddered at her touch and how calmly she spoke, as if we were clearing up a long Saturday gathering.- They were waiting for us... - meanwhile squeezed out Gray. The closet mirror where he leaned against turned red with blood. - We just left the yard ... We didn’t even reach the intersection ...Alyosha took out his phone and, having dialed the security post, requested video from external surveillance cameras that looked out just at the intersection.- My scooter was stolen! he barked into the phone. - I'm waiting!I looked down at my

I walked slowly around the room, carefully avoiding all the beer bottles and fast food wrappers that lay on the floor, and stopped in front of a small old table with a peeled polish, on which I used to iron, and on which there used to be a photograph of my mother.The last time I was here, there was a Cop seal on the door, and inside everything was turned upside down, the photograph was broken, and on the floor there was a white outline of the body of Sasha, Alyosha and my younger brother.Then, breathing in the smell of the house, it seemed to me that everything did not happen to me, but now the smells in the apartment were completely alien, and the ghostly voices of my mother, brother, and even mine, and Angelov, who once stood in my place and lived in it, crucified about the fact that family and love in general were weakness and unaffordable luxury, evoked only dry sadness.I pushed them away from me and turned to Damir. Of the outsiders, apart from Koppel, only he and his cousin,

In the urban slums, the police have long been nicknamed the snail due to the fact that even in the memory of the old-timers they were never in a hurry to come to calls, and we calmly left the yard.I opened the car window and lit a cigarette. Alyosha looked disapprovingly, saying that it was not safe, but I just brushed it off. I had nothing to fear. My life for Koppel was now more valuable than oxygen, and if I died, it would deprive him of the pleasure of my torment, so that I could safely move around the city and not be afraid of anything.Grisha Koppel had already taken away from me, and I don’t think he knew that Alyosha was my brother, but I was worried about Nikita and forbade Evelina to go out with him, not only to the street, but even to the terrace, and in general to approach windows.I didn’t want to part with him so much, we were only together again, and I didn’t have time to make up even one percent of my longing for him. I could hold him in my arms for days, feel his bre

I didn’t know what to grab onto and, vainly trying to shout to Alyosha, I huddled helplessly at the table while two half-transformed wolves bled each other. And this was only a warm-up so far: although Misha could not cope with Alyosha and push him away, he stubbornly did not retreat, spewing out growls in response.- Do not climb! Alyosha snarled, the shirt on his back beginning to crack.Gray, who intended to separate him from Misha with a few more guys before they smashed everything, froze in indecision.- Alyosha! - for the hundredth, probably, I shouted, successfully falling between the growl. - Let him go! It's me! I asked them to do it! I! Understand? I!Alyosha, as if scalded, left Misha, but from anger he turned even more purple and went to the table, which, even in a less evil state, could break with one finger.Hmm ... And I thought he was imperturbable!Misha, whose wolf blood seethed, not wanting to cool down, followed, but Gray blocked his path.- Buddy, you better not!