On the way here, I rummaged through my memory, reviving the evening of the robbery in her, and with the help of Alyosha, I clarified some details.In fact, he was not late then. He originally planned to pick up the diamonds two hours before the store closed, that is, at six o'clock, while I told Damir the estimated time of three hours.Alyosha also said that in connection with a large batch of diamonds, he should not have been alone, that a car was supposed to pick him up from the store, but she had a flat tire two blocks from the store, so Angelov's wolves were late, thereby missing all the fun.It was their smell that I felt when I signed the testimony and left contact details for the cops, and this was about an hour and a half after the robbery. Maybe two.According to the idea, Artur should have been intercepted then, but Alyosha did not do this, and my brother did not know who did all those terrible things to my boss that he was crying about.The patrol car drove me from the stor

Night is the most terrible time of the day, revealing to us the most hidden fears. They come out of our inner darkness and always attack suddenly, tormenting and poisoning every cell.I wanted to move Nikita's bed to Grisha's and my bedroom so that I could be there all the time at night, but Alyosha said that I would only rummage from corner to corner and disturb the child's sleep, and I had to agree with this. If during the day I still somehow wanted to sleep, then at night it was as if matches had been inserted into my eyes, and they simply refused to close.After washing, I put on Grisha's T-shirt. Fuck that she was white, that is, not lucky, as Alyosha said, color. Luck turned away from me a long time ago anyway, and everything that I had in my life was as labored out as one could imagine.Falling into a kind of melancholy, I spun around the bed, feeling the carvings on the canopy posts. Grisha removed the roof, leaving only the beams, on which cream curtains hung, which did not i

I froze with a cup of coffee and carefully looked at my brother. During the night, he hadn't been badly out of frankness, but now in his eyes and in the way his jaws marched hard, it was clearly read that what he wanted to talk about was not at all from the area of ​​\u200b\u200bcute family chirps.- Good. - I put the cup on the table and exchanged glances with the wary Gray. Marta fell silent, and Rosa threw a warning glance at Alyosha, which he completely ignored.- Kirochka! - Evelina serenely returned to the kitchen. - I put everything in the office, as you asked!- Thanks! I answered automatically, still looking at my brother. A premonition of bad news began to scratch in his chest.- Nikki-Nikki! - Evelina reached out to her grandson. - Do you want to eat more or will you be bainki?“You yourself will eat,” I intervened, getting up from the table. - And get some rest. I'll put Nikita to bed myself. Evelina rolled her eyes in confusion, but did not argue. "Thank you for breakfast

- 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

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