The smell of freshly cut greens haunted me all morning. Of course, he seemed to me, firstly, because he simply could not penetrate the penthouse, and secondly, it was the beginning of September, and the greenery was no longer so fresh.I yawned, trying in vain to put the earring in my ear. The aroma of pancakes unobtrusively penetrated into the bedroom, subtly mixing with non-existent greens. With such smells, and after an almost sleepless night, I could hardly move at all, and for the upcoming meeting I needed at least some vigor. I already dragged it out with her, preparing one thing or another, but the tummy would soon be visible, and I didn’t want to advertise it just like that.The water in the bathroom calmed down, and I, putting the rebellious earring on the chest of drawers to her pair, looked back at Grisha. Naked, wet and megasexual, he drove all the smells out of the bedroom except his own and knocked all thoughts out of my head.I inhaled the indelible smell of cigarettes,
The estate, located behind the forest belt at the other end of the city, had long been abandoned. The mayor's office repeatedly arranged an auction in order to shake it off the balance of the city, but a buyer, despite the relatively low cost, was never found because of its notoriety, which appeared thanks to some old children's horror story that all residents disappeared without a trace in that estate .Who would have thought that wolves were so superstitious!Grisha and Sery looked at satellite pictures of the estate for a long time, trying to figure out routes or something like that, but judging by their exchange of glances, the place for the meeting was chosen as much as possible in favor of Ibragimov.I only glanced at them, but immediately realized that even in the dark it was impossible to drive up to the estate unnoticed, and it would be very difficult to get out in case of an ambush.Rubbing my sweaty palms, I watched the motorcyclists checking their weapons. They dug out, pr
Like no one else, I knew perfectly well what memory is and how it works, and I knew very well how it happened when memories began to emerge from such depths that the body literally turned inside out, what was remembered was so unpleasant , and as always at the wrong time."You remember me," the old wolf in the wheelchair remarked satisfactorily. His son, putting on trousers and a jacket that hung on a chair, stood behind him.I was in no hurry to answer, sorting through long-forgotten moments from my childhood. Fuck! Well, what a cruel irony that Ibragimov Sr. was the same wolf who visited my mother from time to time when Sasha and I were little.This was already after the death of my father, and I remembered that Ibragimov, then not yet disabled, always brought all sorts of sweets and toys. Some of them, it seems, even I have preserved in the old apartment where we lived then.I also remembered that my mother was always nervous around him, but also looked at him somehow with hope, as
It was stuffy in the car, and I opened the windows to the full. Waves of nausea rolled over me, then rolled back, and I literally gnawed at the filter of a cigarette, holding the steering wheel with one hand.Today I killed. Again. And it wasn't at all like the first time.The murder of Boris quickly sank, because, firstly, he deserved to die, and secondly, by and large, it was not me who killed him, but a bullet. I just pulled the trigger. It was not so with today's wolf.Killing for nothing, I felt the blade go into it, even heard the sound as it pierced the skin, heard the sound of blood, the beating of the heart and his blood that fell on me, smelled of metal and death even now.I knew that I was ahead of Grisha by only a hundredth of a second, that the wolfhound would have killed the old man one way or another, but ... It was terrible.I stretched my hand, which still felt the cold of the knife, and returned it to the steering wheel. Grisha wanted to drive himself, but I didn't l
- Tell me about him.I bit my upper lip and thoughtfully ran the washcloth over Grisha's tattoo. What could I say about my son except that he was the best in the world and in general the whole world?Leaning against the shower stall, I squeezed the washcloth, dropping the foam down.- Nikita... He is very thoughtful and... capricious, - I answered after thinking. - Not capricious, but he just knows exactly what he wants and how to achieve it.I smiled, remembering how Nikita could sometimes expressively look at me with his cosmos. Just like an adult. Just like his father.“He looks a lot like you,” I added, looking into Grisha’s eyes.“I noticed that right away,” he chuckled, grabbing my chest. He grabbed you so well...I slapped him reproachfully on the arm. How could such a touching moment be so vulgarized?- He ate, Grisha! I dryly explained. - These are adult men grabbing, and children eat like that! Clear?“Understood,” Grisha answered immediately and, continuing to paw me, reach
We turned off the lights in the house, pretending that, as it was supposed to be at such a late hour, nothing was going on in it except sleep, but I was not sure that we did it in time, and the light was not noticed. On the other hand, what was the difference!?It didn't take a genius to connect the arrival of the cops with a shootout on the road and an attack on the estate, which took place at about the same time, and I strongly doubted that those who entered the gate, which Grisha's guys specially opened, were driving like that in the name of the law and for the sake of justice.I paced the dark second floor, waiting for a knock on the door and preparing myself for the worst.Once, also in the middle of the night, the cops broke into my brother and me. Then they turned the whole apartment upside down, and without any permits. They didn’t find anything, and that’s the only reason they didn’t take me away, but Sasha was dragged out anyway, like a piece of shit, taking with them even t
The hour with Grisha was wonderful. Honey languor wandered through the body and it seemed that all the problems remained behind the bedroom door.He smoked right in bed, but I didn’t grumble either about this or about what I saw on his phone, but just dozed sweetly on his chest, but our hour was over, and Grisha left, and left with him and dream.I liked that no matter what, Grisha did not forget about the problems and found the strength to do what was necessary. I, tossing and turning in a warm bed that smelled of him, was just collecting my thoughts.The knot dragged on tighter than ever, and I knew that in order to untie it, I needed to return to the beginning of all this mess, but instead I went from the end.Mikhail believed that Kohan was responsible for everything that happened at night, but the more I thought about it, the more I doubted it. When Ibragimov Sr. hinted to him that he had nothing to catch, Kokhan broke loose, which indicated that he was an impulsive psychopath.H
The clock hand barely crawled to seven o'clock, and I was already assembled and, as they say, fully armed.Grisha, as always, slipped in quietly, notifying me of his arrival with the smell of silver, cigarettes and something sharp, like motor oil.- Did you patch up your iron horse? I asked, pinning up my loose hair on the side so that it didn't get too much in my face.- Even as patched up! the wolfhound purred, leaving a juicy bite on my shoulder.- Are you going to bathe? - I turned to him.- But you must? - Grisha clarified playfully, although his eyes remained serious.He studied my scent, intuitively feeling that something in me had changed, but did not ask, as if he knew that I would not answer.“We should,” I replied, and ran my freshly manicured fingernail over his dirty T-shirt."Good," Grisha answered quietly and licked my bottom lip with his lips.He also did not say anything about the fact that I put on a tight-fitting black dress with thin straps, which I had not done fo