GOLDEN BILLION E-Book

Sergey

• Herausgeber: SUNRAY
• Kategorie: Krimi
• Serie: golden billion
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 364

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2021

Beschreibung

Breaking free, Felix gets the support of his longtime friend. The fugitives are divided into three groups and go in different directions. Sometimes dangerous and sometimes funny stories happen to them. Meanwhile, Felix and Gleb are hiding on the island of Bali. Buying weapons for self-defense, they fall into the hands of modern pirates. They manage to free themselves only thanks to the experience of Gleb. But even in the Javanese jungle, the Owner's people are trying to get them. The main characters have to fight local wars with the use of all modern weapons. And here, finally, the reader will discover the name of the "gray cardinal", a man of intelligence, cynicism and cruelty. It turns out that the soulless Mistress is just a puppet in his hands. Having missed Felix, she herself becomes a victim of a manipulator and is forced to go on the run.

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Prologue

Sometimes the best way out of a dead end is to enter

Stay out of the bottle, you won't be a gin

When the motives of the crime are obvious – it is useful to look at their underside

A person's face says a lot, especially their language

Only by touching a woman's soul will she open access to her body

Knowing your own price, it is more difficult to find a buyer, and the possibilities of trackingtools run out

Trust in subordinates begins where tracking tools end

In the area of the market square, several aftershocks were registered, services are paid

You can think ahead, but not get enough

For an ogre, leaving a human alive is a way to preserve meat products without a freezer

The best means of escape is the legs

Arranging a trap for someone, do not fall into it yourself

"And this will definitely help?" asked Princess Nesmeyana, savoringly inhaling marijuana …

Talent is not inherited, even if you buy a notary

After the seventh toast, he felt like he was lying face down on his own plate

The expressions "free love" and "liquid stool" are clear, but the meaning is confused

Diplomacy-it is the ability to add fuel to the fire without burning your hands

Money does not free a person from desires, but desires free them from money

A person who is born has only one future

When self-interest becomes unprofitable, everyone will be unselfish

The press attache stated: "The identity of the criminal in the interests of the investigation is notestablished"

If the desire of a woman is the law, then the desire of a man is an article

Knowing your weaknesses makes you stronger

Only a Russian understands the meaning of the words: "Smart, stupid, but at the same timeterrible, how beautiful»

The mind does not affect family happiness, otherwise it would be desired

A wife requires only one thing from her husband – everything

When you become a husband, you automatically assume the position of deputy. the lover of thehousehold unit

To win a war, it always takes someone else's treason.

Consciousness fades last

Hyenas always follow lions

To turn a person into dust, show him the great

If your memory is wrong, take revenge on her in the same way: get a notebook

Naughty lemons end up in lemonade after they die

If you think money is garbage, then who are you, digging in

The German does well, and the Russian, as always, somehow

An open person is someone who skillfully hides himself

There are no sane people who can withstand torture

The lack of intelligence is easily compensated for by the loss of modesty

Everything in Russia is somehow, and only crime is organized

The last gift of fate – a quick death

Epilogue

Summary of the third book

I will be very glad of your help

USED LOVE

© 2021 SERGEY / copyright holder.

All rights reserved.

Author: Sergey Zhuravlev

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ISBN9783985515127

BOOK SERIES

THE GOLDEN BILLION

BOOK 2

USED LOVE

SERGEY

ZHURAVLOV

SUNRAY 2021

Prologue

A person who, with the help of false promises or the purchase of voters ' votes, has achieved power at the first level, he will never stop himself at anything in reaching the second level and so on until ... ... the country where such a person was born is not the limit…

Summary of the first book

Feliks Saenko, a successful businessman, was charged with drug trafficking, taken into custody and placed in a temporary detention center. His cellmates intimidate him into a frenzy, and Felix gives up his business in exchange for freedom. Following the advice of his wife, under the guise of a homeless man, the businessman hides in a garbage processing plant belonging to her. Here he will face severe trials. Felix sees the funeral of "Felix", he understands that everything that happened to him is just a good staging, the purpose of which is to physically eliminate and take possession of the property. However, he manages to avoid the fate of being eaten by rats. Felix is still alive.

Here are the twists and turns of random participants in these events: the prostitute Lisa; the orphan Yura; the talented journalist Anna; the brave paratrooper Gleb. All together, they make an escape from the landfill.

Sometimes the best way out of a dead end is to enter

The car stopped in the yard, near the garbage cans. Lifting the tailgate, the driver released Gleb. He signaled, and the fugitives quietly left the stinking belly of the garbage truck. Felix decided to try to meet his friend and ask for help. If the meeting takes place, then the rest is decided along the way. In the meantime, the group will be waiting for him at the construction site.

"Guys, where is the nearest metro station?" Felix asked.

"Around the corner, five hundred meters away, Novoslobodskaya station," Lisa replied.

"Thank you. We need money. "Here I have a

hundred," Yura suggested.

"And I have a ten-year anniversary," Anna replied.

"Not much, at least enough for a payphone card," Felix sighed.

"Good luck, Mr. millionaire," Gleb said, patting him on the shoulder.

They took shelter at the construction site, and Felix, shaking off the garbage left on his clothes after a trip in a garbage truck, went out into the street.

When he reached the line of stalls, he saw that almost everywhere the cards were sold for 105 rubles. This means that there will still be money for matches, which are never superfluous, and even more so in the current conditions.

"It's kind of been a good day," Felix said. "In the morning, everything goes like clockwork. Ugh, ugh, ugh. Just don't jinx it!" he slowed down and looked around. "Here's a payphone. And here is the subscriber's number."

The right phone number was written in huge numbers on an ad for a company that distributed the best sports equipment. This company belonged to a fellow hunter whom he had once saved.

"Body to Business is listening," said a pleasant female voice on the other end of the line.

"I need to talk to your boss."

"Please introduce yourself?"

"Tell me, a hunting friend who drowned with him is calling."..

"Please wait."

Music started playing on the phone.

"Director Vladislav is listening to you, speak up," the same sweet voice politely notified after a few seconds.

"Vlad, it's me... Don't say my name. Did you find out? "

"Not yet! "

"Autumn, Volga, duck hunting" ...

" I remembered. But you," Vlad said in surprise.

"More on that later. I need help."

"Got it. Tell me."

Felix named the landmarks of his location.

"Wait, I'll be back in my Hummer in an hour. You saw him."

In order not to attract too much attention, the fugitive went around the corner of the building, praying that the police patrol did not appear, and endless minutes of waiting began. He was shaking slightly with excitement.

"It's good that there are still people like Vlad!" Felix thought. "Not everything is being bought and sold yet."

Memories came flooding back of their own accord...

Autumn has just started and has come to the middle of September. The weather was warm as summer. Sometimes it is much cooler in June than it is now. Vlad Petrovsky was invited to a duck hunt in the Volga Delta. He called his comrade Felix, of course. The friends took two sleeping bags, a tent, a drink and a snack. Just don't think ahead of time that they forgot their guns or ammunition. We collected everything necessary for duck hunting: wading boots, a rubber boat, an engine, even a specially trained Kurtzhaar dog named Roy. We boarded a plane and flew to Astrakhan.

We arrived, and there was an "ambush": SUVs and even crossovers were rented at the rental point. The only thing that is suitable left is a four-wheel-drive Volkswagen Sharan. Vlad drank a lot to the health of the crew, so he climbed into the car and fell into the back seat. Then he fell into a deep sleep. Felix himself had to drive the car all the way to the base – the village of Zhana'ul.

After setting up the navigator, he set the route and drove off. At the entrance to some village, Felix decided to fill up a full tank. Unsuspecting, he drove up to the lighted gas station. A large illuminated sign by the side of the road indicated that there was no fuel available. Felix looked in the window and asked the operator:

"Where can I buy gasoline A-95? "

"If you drive six hundred meters, there will be a gas station, there is the gas you need," the operator replied, evaluating the car.

Felix drove through the village, drove out of the village, and there was still no gas station.

"What nonsense, I drove six kilometers, but I didn't see a gas station?" The driver was surprised, turned the car around and drove back to the village.

From the pedestrian, Felix got a description of the nearest gas station, similar to the one he had just visited.

"Is there another gas station in your village?

"" the local replied in the affirmative.

"A

little further than the one I told you about."

"Thank you very much."

Now Felix understood where he had "screwed up". It turns out that he went in the wrong direction. As he passed a gas station that glowed with lights and didn't have the right fuel, he clocked the mileage and counted off six hundred meters.

History repeated itself. There are six hundred meters, but there is no gas station. And then Felix's attention was drawn to the Zhiguli going to the right, its headlights illuminating the gas pumps and a shabby building with a dimly lit window.

"What a gas station!" he said, and drove into a concrete area covered with potholes and dust.

He stopped at the pump and put the gun in the tank. For some reason, the lock on the gun was not fixed, and this should have alerted him, but knowing that the amount of gasoline and the amount are always displayed on the indicator, he went to the cash register, gave money: "For everything."

When he got back to the car, he turned on the gun, but instead of the usual quiet purr of the pump and the gurgling of the gas flowing out of the gun, he heard the rumbling rattle of the pump. In the dim light coming from the car's interior, Felix saw the" miracle " of Soviet technology, a rarity switch, and realized that when he started refueling, he did not look at the "time".

"How do we calculate the cost of fuel that has entered the tank?" wondered Felix, scratching his head. The gas

station suddenly went silent.

"How much gas did you fill me with?" the driver asked the gas station attendant.

"As much as you paid for."

"And how much did I pay for?"

"For thirty-six point three liters."

"How much did you pour for me?"

"As much as you bought."

"And how to control it?"

"It was necessary to write down the numbers that the arrows pointed at."

"Thank you, I understand," Felix said, disappointed, and got into the car and drove away."

There was still a long time to shake on the road with broken asphalt, as if after a bombing. Many cars, both cars and SUVs, were driving towards Zhanaaul. Felix left them all behind in his rolling Sharan, guided by the native Russian proverb: more speed – less holes, and at some point just soared above the ground. It turns out that this is the end of the asphalt and the beginning of the dirt road! Knowledgeable people here pulled over to the side of the road, but Felix, like a real hero, did not look for easy ways. Go ahead, straight ahead! The springs of the minibus, sensing freedom, straightened with a hard click, and then the bus made a soft landing, but not on all four wheels,and it was carried away. After coping with the drift, the hunters continued on their way. Vlad woke up from the shock and stared at the road without blinking. After a couple of phone calls to adjust the route, Felix finally reached the pick-up point and drove into the courtyard of the so-called "hunter's base", put the bus in the place indicated by the owner. Having prepared a tent for the night, they took the food and went to the gazebo where their hunting companions had been sitting for a long time. As usually happens in such cases, they drank, ate, drank again, and ate again. We drank "on the pososhok" and went to bed. And there was no more than three hours of sleep left.

Having heard the walking of our comrades, our heroes woke up, dressed in hunting clothes and put on high rubber boots on their feet. The camp bag with provisions, weapons, ammunition, and other necessary small items were loaded into the boat. Seven hunters: five adults, a boy and Felix's dog – Roy-were placed in three boats. A lantern was installed on the front to see where to go, and they pushed off from the shore.

They went at a fairly high speed, often winding and sometimes almost running into a boat going ahead. The vast expanse of water, dotted here and there with islands of reeds, was reached when it began to turn gray. When approaching the reed thickets, the hunters had to overcome a floating glade of water lilies. The first two boats successfully sailed, and the last one, which had Vlad, Felix and Roy, stalled the engine. They started the engine, started the forward movement - the engine roared at maximum speed, the boat did not even twitch. Meanwhile, the rest of the hunters took shelter in the reeds that caught their eye. No one was going to miss the morning flight because of the sluggish hunters.

Turning off the engine, Vlad decided to examine the engine. It turned out that the screw and the shaft on which it is attached "lived" separate lives. Cut the clutch, and they don't have a spare. Somehow, using the oars, we reached the nearest reeds and, clinging to the branches with our hands, pushed the boat deep into the reeds. It was necessary to hide in the branches and become invisible to the flying ducks.

To the right, about ten kilometers away, the first rumble of gunfire was heard.

"There are shots fired near the old cemetery," Vlad stated knowledgeably.

Soon, the shots merged into a continuous cannonade. The sound carried for miles across the water, making it seem as if everyone was armed with automatic multi-shot rifles. Finally Felix saw the first ducks. They were flying about two hundred meters to the east of the immobilized boat. There was a deep rumble of gunfire, and one duck fell on the leaves of the water lilies.

"Well done, five shots duck!" grinned Felix maliciously.

A new group of six ducks went north to the other boat. More shots, and another trophy. We waited for about ten minutes, but there was no more summer. The hunters started their boats and left. Only Vlad and Felix remained standing.

The red ball of the sun rose completely above the reeds, and there was no way to see the ducks in the rays of the rising sun. But the birds now saw the loser hunters from afar. Even those that seemed to be coming straight at them, flying no closer than a hundred and fifty meters, all together turned off course and passed by at a safe distance. The unsuccessful hunters tried to drive their boat further into the reeds, and were so carried away that the ducks, driven out, crossed the open country without hindrance and disappeared into the thicket of the nearest thicket. Felix's shot, sent in pursuit, only cut the grass, causing no harm to the birds. The dog barked, as if to say, "Well, you hunters, shoot past!" and jumped out of the boat. The owner did not stop her, deciding to let her chase the ducks. At this time, a duck flew straight at them, just in time for Vlad's shot. There was a deafening pop above Felix's head, and the bird fell into the water about twenty meters from the reeds. Roy heard the shot, but he didn't see the bird falling. Felix picked up the apple and tossed it in the direction of the fallen duck. The apple landed two meters short of its target. The dog swam to the apple, grabbed it in his teeth, and brought it into the boat. Now Felix took the spent shell casing, threw it in the direction of the game, and commanded the Swarm: "Look for it!" A moment later, the duck was in his mouth. Snorting and panting, he swam to his master and stopped beside the boat.

"Well done, Roy!" the owner praised the dog and turned to Vlad. "Take a sausage from my bag and give a small piece to Roy. We need to thank him."

Vlad made a change, and the Swarm continued to explore the reeds, but no more ducks flew out at the hunters. The dog asked to come on board. The sun rose high. The flight of the ducks has stopped, and there are no partners to be seen.

"What time do you usually hunt?"

"Until the vodka runs out!" laughed Vlad.

"It's eight o'clock," Felix noted, glancing at his watch. "Wow, the prospect is drawn! Sit in the boat in the sun until evening... Of the provisions, only a loaf of bread, a sausage ring, a liter of juice and a thermos of tea. Everything else, and most importantly, our alcohol is also with our comrades. Yes, we were in trouble. But there's nothing to do. Will wait.

After eating a little, the hunters took off their seats, put their outer clothing on the bottom of the boat, and went to bed to shorten the time. The dog settled down at their feet, and immediately felt comfortable. Somewhere in the distance, I heard the hum of an engine.

"If they are ours, they know where to look for us. If not, that's fine, Felix thought, and fell asleep to the approaching buzzing.

The hunters were awakened by the spray that fell on their faces and the roar of gunfire. At the same time, just a meter above them, a duck flew by, and they pressed themselves into the boat. Roy tried to jump up, but his master held him down with his feet. Without noticing the boat hidden in the reeds, the shooters in the excitement of the hunt swept after the flying bird. The friends jumped to their feet and shouted after them, but the noise of the engine running at full power drowned out their voices. Vladislav raised his rifle and fired upward. No reaction, and a minute later the boat was already far away. Suddenly, the friends noticed that their boat was punctured and was rapidly losing air. Of the three compartments, only one remained intact. Quickly putting the most valuable things in one bag and constructing a sunbed for things and a dog from the almost submerged boat, the hunters jumped overboard. The water was just above the waist, and quite warm. The question is how long to wait.

"What time is it?" Felix asked Vlad.

And he was horrified to find that the watch, which he had not removed from his hand for three years, was missing. The bracelet must have broken.

"About an hour, by the looks of it," Vlad replied, glancing up at the sun.

Lunch passed, and then two more hours. Standing chest-deep in the water, the friends ate the sausage, finished their tea, and gave the dog a piece of loaf. The sun was already rolling downhill. The clothes, unfortunately, no longer dried under the sun, but rather absorbed the water that had crept up to the collar. It was getting chilly. The slight chill had turned into a constant shivering all over.

"It won't be long before you get hypothermia. Well, where are our partners?!" shaking and chattering, Vlad began to think aloud.

"They're obviously waiting for the hunt at sunset before they miss us."

Felix wasn't happy about the prospect.

It was quite dark... The gunshots and the whirring of the engines had died away, and only the annoying mosquitoes buzzed over the heads of the wrecks. If it wasn't for the mosquito repellent, then both the guys and the dog would be completely ill.

No joke, they had been standing in waist-deep water, even if it was warm, for eight hours straight!.. Her legs refused to support her body. My lower back ached unbearably. His body trembled with every muscle, generating heat…

The first stars appeared in the sky. The friends held on with the last of their strength, knowing that if they fell into the water, they would not get up. Gradually, the consciousness was dulled, and the thoughts of preserving life gave way to the dream of warmth and comfort. The urge to lie down was overwhelming. Sensing something was wrong, Roy ran his tongue over his master's face. Felix came to his senses and saw only his friend's face on the surface of the water. It seems that Vlad was ahead of him in wanting to lie down. With the last of his strength, Felix pulled his friend out of the water and pushed Roy into the rest of the boat. Fortunately, Vlad didn't have time to drink too much water. With unruly hands, Felix unscrewed the engine from the transom and threw it into the water. Guns and ammunition flew after him. Freed of the extra weight, the wounded boat lifted the friend and the dog clinging to him. The movement warmed Felix a little. With a superhuman effort, he forced himself to sit down several times. And even though it was necessary to plunge up to the neck in water, the work of the muscles brought both the body and the mind into tone. It became easier.

A shot rang out somewhere nearby. Realizing that they were looking for them, Felix tried to shout, but could only make a hoarse sound. He half-whispered to Roy, "Voice!" but the dog only shook and began to lick his face. The shot rang out again. But already on the sidelines.

"They won't find us, they'll pass us by in the dark… And after an hour, there will be no point in looking at it at all. There is no place for three people on this "float". We'll all drown," Felix almost despaired, but then a saving thought came to him.

He ducked under the boat and tried to find the rifle. The attempt was successful. As soon as he broke the rifle he had picked up from the bottom, a stream of water hit him in the chest. Felix put the gun on the raft, and then he went back into the water. I found a bandolier. Catching his breath, he took out a cartridge and inserted it into the chamber. He released the safety catch, put the gun to his shoulder, and pulled the trigger. Instead of a shot – a pitiful hiss and spitting of shot literally under his feet. The wet cartridges became useless. Felix took out two at once, inserted them, and tried to close the bolt. One, two, and three attempts failed. Due to the fact that I had to do everything with my hands above my chest, I didn't have enough strength. With the words: Felix pressed the butt against the fallen Vlad and finally managed to fold the rifle. Vlad groaned. "Thank God! Felix sighed with relief and pulled the trigger. There was no shot fired. He pressed the second one, and nothing happened either. "What's the matter? he tried to think. "Maybe you didn't take the safety off?" And still yes! " - he was happy, having found and eliminated the reason... Bang-bang! The gun hit him hard in the chest. Felix dropped it and fell into the water himself. He tried to get up, clinging to Vlad's legs, but only dragged his friend into the water. It felt good right away. The movement faded. There was a strange feeling, as if the head was above water, but for some reason it was impossible to breathe. Now Vlad is trying to keep his friend afloat. Felix takes a breath, and his mind clears. He tries to cling to the edge of the boat with his hands, but breaks down. Water covers your face. A pleasant languor plunges him into another dimension… But someone's strong hands grab him and put him on a hard surface. Clearing his throat, he begins to realize that he is being stripped of his wet clothes, rubbed from head to toe with a towel, and wrapped in something warm.

"Where is Vladislav?" Felix asks, almost in a whisper.

"Nearby, in the next boat. And the dog, and things. Everything is collected. "

All right," Felix smiled and asked for a cognac in the same half-whisper.

They gave him a glass of vodka, and he drank it in five gulps…

Stay out of the bottle, you won't be a gin

A Hummer pulled up, and Vlad jumped out. The huge yellow wheelbarrow was two heads taller than its owner. Vlad, a short, fair-haired, thoroughbred "stallion". If you describe the appearance of Comrade Felix in a nutshell, then he is the spitting image of Polish President Kaczynski, only younger.

Vlad began to look around the yard, looking for his respectable friend, and did not find it. What was his surprise when, looking back at the shout, instead of a well-groomed, respectable businessman, he saw a dirty homeless man in front of him.

"Felix, what do I see? Is it you?"

"That's the one. And I'm glad. To be honest, I was afraid that you had been warned about me."

"Get in the car and tell me what happened."

As soon as the ragamuffin settled into the backseat, Vlad began to wail:

"Mother of God! How you stink! Where did you get dressed

up like that?"" Felix interrupted his friend's lamentations.

"Well, well, I'm listening to you," Vlad nodded, and after listening to a short summary of the events of the last few days, he swore. "You sons of bitches! Who hates you so much? "

" That's what we have to figure out. Are you ready to help me? "

" Of course I will. Tell me, what do you want?!

"First, buy construction workers' overalls. Write down the dimensions. Second, take us to your country house and give us a chance to come to our senses. Details tomorrow."

"I'll do everything, don't worry! "

" And most importantly, not a word about me to anyone!"

After buying workwear in a construction hypermarket, they went to pick up their comrades.

And at this time, the four led by Gleb passed through the territory of the construction site and went into the unfinished premises. It was very cold. Lisa and Anya began to freeze, and Gleb lit a fire right in the building. They all sat around a small fire. They sat in silence, huddled together. The boards were creaking softly in the silence, when suddenly someone's footsteps were heard. Most likely, the guards were attracted by the smoke. Gleb scuttled like a cat behind the partition, motioning for everyone to be silent. A man in the uniform of a security guard appeared and, swearing profanely, demanded to immediately put out the fire and get out. Yura tried to persuade him, explaining that Lisa was pregnant. At this, the guard opened his holster and, taking out a pistol, yelled:

"I don't give a shit about your problems, you freaks! And your bitch wench, if she dies, it's not a big loss. It will only be better for everyone, he will not breed such puppies, homeless people! One joy for you I will do, you will not die here. Put out the fire and get out of here! " With these words, he fired into the fire.

The bullet struck the coals, sending a shower of sparks flying across the runaway clothing. They jumped up in unison. Liza snuggled up to Yura.

"What, freaks, is it scary?! the guard gloated.

"Well, get out of here"…

The end of the sentence was stuck in his throat, squeezed by Gleb's clinging hand. The burly-looking man jerked like a small puppy, let go of the gun, fell to his knees, and wet himself.

"Yura, take off his trouser belt," Gleb ordered.

After half a minute, the deftly bound guard coughed, sucking in air.

"Shut your mouth!" Gleb pushed him with his foot. "Answer accurately and clearly. How many of you are on the site?"

"Two ..." the guard croaked.

"Where's the other one? What is the connection with it?"

"The second one is in the trailer. Radio station"…

"Lie here quietly and then nothing will happen to you," Gleb said, patting the guard's cheek condescendingly, and took the radio from the guard. Then he hurriedly left. Only a few minutes later he returned and from the doorway commanded:

"All rise and follow me. You get up too, " he kicked the guard.

Following Gleb, everyone soon entered the trailer. A second guard was lying on the floor. His bound hands were drawn to his bound feet, making him look like a sausage ring. Gleb released the unfortunate man from his bonds, giving him the opportunity to straighten up, and ordered:

"Sit with your backs to each other on the floor! And no sound!"

"Yura, make us all some tea," he asked the guy and turned to the watchmen quite kindly: "We'll warm up a little and go away. Do you agree?"

The fate of a person is the only thing that cannot be taken away from him

Vlad stopped the Hummer near the construction site. Felix got out of the car and knocked on the gate, dressed in a work suit with the word "Foreman" on it. Silence. And only after he pressed the bell button, the gate was opened by Gleb.

"Wow, where's the security?" asked Felix.

"Resting," Gleb replied.

"I see. Change your clothes and get in the car."

The car rolled along the ring road in the direction of Mozhaisk highway, where Vlad had a country mansion.

At the entrance to the villa, the owner called the security guards and told them to leave his house and not come for two days. The Hummer pulled into the yard and ducked into the garage, where a cherry-colored Lamborghini Golardo was displayed.

"Well, here we are at home," Vlad sighed with relief and asked:

"Felix, why did you change everyone into builders?"

"It wasn't me, but Gleb came up with it. If we go out on the street, it will be our cover. We are the builders."

"Logical."

"Show me your rooms. Where to wash, where to sleep? We're dirty, smelly, hungry, and sleepy as woodchucks. "..

A small hallway connected the garage to the house. It also had access to the courtyard. The guests went into the kitchen-a studio of at least forty square meters, equipped with the smallest details. The door between the kitchen and the living room was sliding, and instead of glass there was a colorful mosaic depicting crocus flowers. The door was large enough for a truck to pass through. Three French arched windows, six meters high, decorated with stained glass, opened onto a spacious terrace, the ceiling of which was supported by mighty columns. The terrace had a view of the river and the forest, where the sun went to sleep.

Of the many doors in the living room, one led, as it turned out, to the guest toilet and bathroom. Vlad suggested that Gleb use it, and for the rest of the guests continued the tour of the house.

Despite its grandiose size, the spiral staircase seemed weightless and transparent. Its steps, like the keys of a grand piano, ran rapidly up to the second floor, where the apartment of the owners of the house was located: a bedroom with a fireplace and a racetrack bed, an office with windows facing three directions of the world, a boudoir and a bathroom that was as large as a bedroom and an office.

"Felix, these rooms are for you," Vlad smiled, making a wide gesture with his hand.

"Thank you, friend," Felix replied, playing along with him with a slight half-bow.

As the other guests followed their host to the third floor, Felix joined them out of curiosity.

As it turned out, there was a balcony above the living room, offering a delightful view of the setting sun! On both sides of the balcony there are bedrooms, absolutely symmetrical, equipped with built-in wardrobes, bathroom, shower and toilet. One of them was occupied by a young couple, the second was occupied by Anna.

"When you have cleaned yourself up, gentlemen builders, I will wait for you in the kitchen," the friendly host smiled and left the guests.

After washing up, Felix fell on the bed and felt that he had no strength left, it had been too busy a week. The whirl of thoughts kept him from focusing on any of them. In addition, there was a feeling of hunger, and an internal struggle began between the desire to sleep, eat and the need to think. To end this internal argument, he got up and went to the kitchen. It turns out that everyone had gathered long ago and was waiting only for him.

At this time, in the cemetery, near the garbage processing plant

The stone and the former policeman were found closer to dinner, only after the guards, sent to search for them to the caretaker's house, found a lot of footprints and blood in the snow. The tracks led to the grave, and when the tombstone was removed, everyone saw the bodies of the Block and the cop frozen in the ice. Overcoming fear, the head of security contacted the Hostess and reported that there were corpses, but Gleb was not. To his great surprise, she took the information very calmly. However, for some reason, she ordered that Grigory open Anna's grave and make an identification. The coffin was empty.

"The situation is getting out of hand," the Hostess was saying to someone on the phone. "It is necessary to take drastic measures. In our project, there were extra eyes and ears. Please connect to the search. I understand everything. I don't think they've gone far" …

Shortly after this conversation, a car with experts and a dog arrived at the landfill. Experts have established both the number of fugitives, and the car on which the escape was made.

When the motives of the crime are obvious – it is useful to look at their underside

"Well, are you hungry?" Vlad asked.

"Yes!" replied the chorus.

"Will the uniformed potatoes do?"

was answered with a loud hurrah! And in fact, what can be prepared easier and faster than potatoes in a uniform?

As a real master, Vlad did everything himself. With his usual meticulousness, he selected the tubers the size of a goose egg, washed them thoroughly, put them in a pot, filled them with water, and put them on the stove. While the potatoes were boiling, I put on the table sauerkraut, mushrooms, herring and vegetable oil, fragrant sunflower hand-squeezed. He checked the dish's readiness by poking the top potato with a fork, drained the water, and set the pot on the table. He poured each guest and himself into deep saucers of butter, poured a teaspoon of salt into them, took a potato in his hands and said :

" What are you looking at? Eat, and I'll tell you a joke in the subject...

An elderly lady, a neighbor on the street, began to often visit the residents across the street, every time they sat down to dinner. Then ask for matches, then what time will sprsit, then still under some pretext. The hospitable neighbors always invited her to the table. And once again, the family sat down to dinner with exactly what we are with you. As soon as the owner picked up the largest steamed potatoes, he said again:

"Bon appetit, neighbors. Please lend me some salt! "

And then the owner's patience broke...

"Why don't you join us for dinner, neighbor? he said, and with the word "Catch!" threw her his unpeeled potatoes.

Naturally, the neighbor caught the steamed potato and crushed it with her own hands… As she tossed the steaming cake from hand to hand, she first shouted, " Ah! Thanks!" then, having received a severe pain in her hands, she sent her hospitable hosts wherever they looked and disappeared from their lives forever.

Vlad finished telling the story and was surprised that no one reacted to the joke. At first I thought that the story was not funny, or told poorly, and then I realized that everyone was just busy. As if performing a certain ritual, the guests dipped the potatoes in butter and salt, put them in their mouths and began to chew, constantly sucking in a portion of cool air so as not to get burned by the indescribably delicious hot mixture. The oil flows through the hands, thoughts flow, fatigue dissolves into pleasant emotions, a feeling of satiety comes, and with it the enjoyment of the moment. "..

"Felix, do you want to talk today?" Vlad asked.

"No, perhaps tomorrow would be better.

Everyone went to their rooms, and the house fell asleep.

Vlad suggested that Felix spend the morning in the gym to talk privately and get answers to all his questions. And the first among them was:

"Felix, I attended your funeral, and you're here. Is he resurrected?" ...

"Yeah. Resurrected... You can't wish such a resurrection on the enemy, " he sighed, and briefly recounted the events of the last week.

"Mother of God!" exclaimed Vlad from time to time. – What's the matter with you?" I don't know. What can I do for you? Tell me."

And Vlad prepared to record his friend's requests on his phone.

"The first thing you need is domestic and foreign passports. And as you know, in the shortest possible time. Then you can open credit cards in our new names. You'll put thirty thousand dollars on my card. Gleb – ten thousand. For the rest – three. In addition, prepare in cash three hundred thousand in Russian rubles and one hundred thousand in Ukrainian hryvnia! "Felix continued to set tasks." Make Anna, Gleb and me international driver's licenses for all categories. Me and Gleb – certificates for the right to drive motor and sailing yachts. Also on the control of a twin-engine aircraft. Gleb separately - to control the helicopter. "I think I can do it

in two days."

"That's great. Do you have another phone with you?

"Yes, corporate, but I hardly use it."

"Leave it to me. Is it okay if we order some new clothes and food while you're working? "

" No problem. Specify my office as the payer. Tell me what you're ordering from Marfino. Let them deliver it here. I'll warn the assistant.

Felix hugged Vladislav tightly and, hiding a man's stingy tear, thought: "There are still people."

"Okay, okay, no sentimentality. We'll pay more if we fail your project. The computer connected to the Internet is located in this room. Watch out, don't leave a message on the web. What am I talking about... I'll be back as soon as the documents are ready. Everything will be fine!"

Gleb knocked on Felix's door. After receiving the invitation to enter, he settled into one of the chairs and began to dot the "i"without unnecessary foreplay.

"Felix, I must say that there was no investigation, there was no prison. That is, it was, but its own in a garbage dump. You've been cheated like a boy. Now listen to what I've learned about you. If there are inaccuracies, you will correct them.

So... You started your business in 1987, creating the Life cooperative. In four months, I earned a quarter of a million full-fledged rubles at that time. In 1988, he expanded his activities and in the first half of the year earned a million. Then I started several projects. The most successful of them was the purchase of agricultural products of primary processing, for which you received billions in cash. It was then at an inexpensive fashion show that you met the model who later became your wife, and now the owner of the dump – Natalia."

With a beautiful woman, time and money fly by unnoticed

Gleb's words suddenly painted a phantasmagoric picture in Felix's mind. A rat was walking down the catwalk, its beady eyes bulging, its huge ears twitching in time to the music. A sparsely hairy tail snaked behind her across the floor. As it passed Felix, the rat wrapped its tail around his neck and pulled him along…

And instead of music from the speakers came:

"You're Mr. Nobody. I am! I am your mistress!" …

Felix found it difficult to breathe, his body was covered with perspiration, but, thank God, Gleb's voice brought him back to reality.

... "Three years ago, she persuaded you to finance her environmental project," Gleb continued. "You opened up the funding and even became proud of it. She won a tender for the "Arrangement of a landfill of household and industrial waste", invited the Germans and began to build a garbage processing plant. But in 2012, there were financial problems. The Germans left. Construction remained unfinished. Come on, remember, didn't she ask for money then?

" But I myself was experiencing some difficulties at the time. That's why I refused her."

"That's when they started bringing people to the landfill. There was no shortage of people willing to go to work at the plant. There were enough unemployed people. They even built barracks for them. At that time, the owner of the landfill signed many contracts for the disposal of waste, taking an advance payment, but could not fulfill the obligations, as the workers sorted the garbage manually. There was not enough money again. They were recruiting new people. Only now she took only the homeless and no longer built barracks for them. I allowed them to build themselves from what they found. Over time, she stopped paying her salary, claiming that she transferred money to cards that no one had ever seen. The people became indignant, but they were quickly calmed down by local byndits. Your wife had already set up a private security company, where she recruited former police officers. They, in turn, collected all sorts of scum from the dump, ready to fulfill any order of the Hostess. Their senior divorce suckers have a Surgeon. This is Grigory, Anna's ex-husband. You know him.

And now about what is most interesting. Madame does not build barracks for newcomers, but she has built a polyclinic, brought equipment to it, and all newcomers are allowed through a medical examination. Why, why? Don't know. But people disappear without counting. Stoves smoke around the clock. But not everything can be attributed to local lawlessness."..

Gleb's last words made Felix think. And even when they all had breakfast together in the living room, he remained lost in thought until Gleb turned to Lisa:

"Girl, we haven't really met yet. What's your last name?""

"Svetina, why?" Lisa replied, taking a sip of tea.

Felix asked in amazement and started coughing.

Vlad tried to help his friend by tapping his palm on the back, but it didn't help. Unable to stop coughing, Felix jumped up from the table and left.

Gleb continued the interrogation, not attaching any importance to what had happened.

"Lisa, who is Svetina Natalia Leonidovna, born in 1975?

"Big sister."

"So you're Felix's wife's sister?" Vlad asked again.

... "and the owners of the dump," the special forces soldier added.

Now Yura almost choked, he even half rose from his chair, not believing his ears.

"Oh, how interesting the plot is twisted!" summed up Gleb. "Gee"…

Felix returned to the kitchen.

"So that's it, gentlemen comrades. Today we will devote to autobiographical narratives. In order to develop a plan of action and secure our group, I need to know everything about each of you. This is the only way we can get out of this situation and stay alive."

A person's face says a lot, especially their language

The very next day, Vlad brought all the necessary documents and money. As he handed them to Felix, he looked into his friend's eyes and said:

"I don't ask what all this is for, where you and your friends are going."..