THE GOLDEN BILLION E-Book

Sergey

• Herausgeber: SUNRAY
• Kategorie: Abenteuer, Thriller, Horror
• Serie: THE GOLDEN BILLION
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 367

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2021

Beschreibung

successful in business, felix saenko, convicted for drug trafficking, was taken into custody and placed in a detention facility, detainees bullying drove him to a frenzy, and he gives his business in exchange for freedom, following the advice of his wife, under the guise of a homeless person, a businessman, hiding her at a waste recycling plant, he'll have trials, attending their own funeral, he understands everything that's happened, it's just good staging, the goal of which is to kill him. - physical elimination and possession of property, but he manages to avoid the fate of being eaten by rats, he remains alive, here-the vicissitudes of random participants in these events: "call girls" Lisa, orphan Yura, talented journalist Anna and desperate special forces Gleb, all together they make an escape from the landfill.

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Prologue

For the appearance of the miracle of harmony, a single line is enough for a true artist

Both in the memory of the past and in the foresight of the future, the present loses its value

Personal freedom is given to everyone under his responsibility

The free choice of a person does not change his fate

With the obvious lightness of zero with it, one is immediately ten

The master of his own fate, like the rest, is subject to chance

All the snakes in the forest crawl out of the same swamp

The baggage of the eternal values of the majority is the sum of their momentary interests

Going deeper into yourself, you open up more and more from the outside…

Lonely, like no other, is on the way to unity in a couple

The picture that time paints is not always pleasant to the eye

Before slandering once, even an enemy, the gates of honor will be closed

For the body, life is most important, especially since there are no pockets in the coffin

In the light, much will be revealed that is born of darkness

The great gift of God: to have what you want and die in your sleep

It is difficult to live on earth for someone who has been called to himself by heaven

If you went out proudly on a long journey, then why should you hurry?

On a rotten trunk, green branches will also die

Through the dim glass I see little luster in the rubies

An insult to heaven responds with earthly sorrow

Light is always more noticeable from the dark

There is nothing that attracts, as opposed to

The formation of ‘warriors’

When the head is empty, it is especially easy for the body

A very bright star often has a short life

And only with pure thoughts will you not lose the vision of the goal

A stone that has accidentally fallen from the slope rolls down in a stone avalanche

When you stop thinking, you enter a new life

In order to triumph over evil, goodness must always be one step ahead

Let everything move – constancy is in motion

New paths are found in the search for bypassing obstacles

Human happiness is when another person is happy next to you

The cut trunk always falls on the young shoots

Keep the strictest account of the expenditure of words in joy, for they often lead to sorrow

Whatever path you choose, you will still experience disappointment at the end of it

The obvious for many for some remains invisible

Honing our skills, we climb the mountain, not thinking about falling at all

Patience of the wise saves, since stupidity wanders among people

He who does not have his own, does not need someone else's

It is worth getting lost in the forest at least once, and you will learn its secrets

Friends, as well as enemies, are not compared in rank in the bath

Gamer

The present has no power over the future

Insidious is the one who does his business with children's hands

Only the path at the call of the heart is the most correct

The recipe for happiness is simple: the brighter and wider we look at the world, the more and morebeautiful we find in it

The spirit of freedom gives us wings

Where I lived yesterday, I will not go now

The utility of the toad does not agree well with its ugliness

Only debts prolong human life

Do not lead the truth aside, otherwise you will turn to the path of lies

Those who plow hard do not always eat their fill

For the recalculation of other people's mistakes, attention to their own shortcomings is blunted

A worthless thing is something that a person does, guided only by his own benefit

Hope for the best always has its advantages

I will speak to God, asking for your reconciliation

Between light and darkness, a person always has a choice, it is important to use it in time

Danger is the most loyal travel companion

Having understood on the approaches of the enemy, without a fight you will come closer to victory

Decency does not save you from dishonesty

Finding your way, perhaps, will be more important than losing your home

Let a poor but pure love be better than a false but gilded one

Words coming from the mouth, bypassing the heart, will sow blasphemy among the angels

A new story doesn't start until the previous one ends

Unwillingness to give up old habits only complicates the search for the right path

One thing you can never say for sure: where the small ends and the great begins

Half-truths are always filled with lies

Infinity is afraid of being multiplied by zero

Fearlessness in the face of your own troubles only increases the feeling of compassion for others

Go your own way and leave behind those who go in droves

Invisible underground water controls the flow on the surface

Only a loving heart will not notice the difference between the exalted and the fallen

A person is revealed by eloquence, and is saved by silence

Only a decision made of your own free will is not difficult

The deeper we dive into life, the more clearly the body tries the wrong side

Thinking about the past, do not be afraid of the future, you will not rob eternity!

Narrow slits-the gate of great evil

Life does not tolerate emptiness, winning and losing go side by side

The storm will drown out empty words, power is born in the waves of anger

Broken dreams often distort the future of our lives

Submission is not the worst way to assert yourself

The greatest miracle is exactly what happens every day

Both the executioner and the sage benefit from eating coarse grains

Constantly erasing the bad from your memory, you are unlikely to appreciate the good

It is in everyday trifles that the generosity of a person manifests itself

First, the body receives instincts, then, after a while, thoughts settle in the brain

Never distort the past and you will keep, perhaps, a chance to rethink

Debts save the debtor, but often kill the pawnbroker

The past is what is always with us under the clothes of the new time

Only loss of consciousness or death relieves the pain

Those who can love their enemies will not be bored with courage

Who is in the main with life at the same time, he blesses his difficulties

Lone wolf dies, his strength is in the pack

The correct view of the problem allows you to successfully solve it

Epilogue

Stepping on the ground, we rest our heads on the eternal sky

BOOK 2

KNEADING ON LOVE

© 2021 Sergey / copyright holder.

All rights reserved.

Author: SERGEY ZHURAVLEV

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ISBN 9783985510627

SERIES OF BOOKS

THE GOLDEN BILLION

Book 1

KNEADING ON LOVE

SERGIY

ZHURAVLOV

SUNRAY 2021

Prologue

The man was sitting in a chair, stroking the fur of a thoroughbred cat. As the cat purred, he remembered everything that had happened to him over the past twenty years. One event drove all the others. It's time to make your choice. The dish called "Tutankhamun's Revenge" is completely cold. It's time to start the banquet.

The person chose a contact, called and said:

"It's Twilight over Cuba. Start The Plan A".

For the appearance of a miracle of harmony, a true artist needs only one line

When he arrived at the airport, he went through border control on the green line and thought: "I still can't get used to crossing the border. Constantly, flying to his home in Russia, affects the internal tension. Why is that? I do not understand. All right, it's over. I'm going to get in my Audi R8 and be home in half an hour. A burning fireplace, a sip of Martel, and a faithful dog at my feet. The servants have been notified of my arrival. Tomorrow I will personally find out who or what interrupted my vacation."

And at this time, in the covered parking lot for VIP customers, near a sports car, two people were standing and carefully watching a respectable man who came out of the airport building. In the bright artificial light, they could see the smallest details of its appearance. The person they were waiting for looked very stylish. Above the collar of his white cashmere coat was the black stripe of his jacket, and above it, very elegantly, as if sewn, was the collar of a snow-white shirt, tied with a purple tie. His trousers were dark blue, or rather the color of a crow's wing, and they were smooth and without a single crease, and they fell over black shoes that glittered with a mirror-like sheen. His face matched the suit: dark from the southern sun, clean-shaven, with a regular nose and well-defined lips. Under the Trilby hat, which was belted with a ribbon in the color of his tie, he could see the immaculate back of his head. The man's chic appearance was a mockery of the observers, and only professionalism forced them to study the object in such detail. This man fit the description perfectly.

The two men at the car looked at each other: it was him they were waiting for.

"Mr. Felix Sayenko?" the man who looked like an alien asked.

"Yes. This is me. And with whom do I have the honor?"

"Junior Justice Adviser of the Investigative Committee of the Russian Federation Alexander Glyzdin. Here's my ID,"the alien showed the document.

His appearance was really funny. His long, bald head, with its thin, protruding ears and two gas-exchange holes for a nose, which ended in a thin neck, made him look like a pear-shaped light bulb illuminating an underground passage. If his wide-set eyes were not horizontal, but spread out, the resemblance to a movie alien would be absolute. You'll never forget what you saw once.

"This is my colleague, lawyer first class Anishin Vadim," the alien introduced.

The second type was the exact opposite of the first. The ears are not visible at all, only the cheeks and shoulders at once. The mouth is too small for such a huge hari, and the nose is clearly broken, because it fell to the left. The small eyes were different: one horizontal, the other turned up at the edge. The face had an expression of thoughtfulness, but it did not inspire confidence.

"You must come with us. There are several issues that we would like to resolve with your help."

"Am I being detained?"

"No, Felix! This is a small talk. You will not refuse the employees of the Investigative Committee in such a request? We are in a car, and in just an hour you will be taken to the place you specified."

The gentlemen were so convincing and polite that it was difficult to refuse them. Of course, an important role was played by the genetic memory of many generations of my ancestors who were serfs, which is even worse than slaves. In such situations, the logic is powerless in the face of such an argument as to the identity of the adviser of justice of the Investigative Committee of the whole.

"Why are the FSB people looking for me?" Felix wondered, having a mental dialogue with himself." I am very loyal to the government, I even joined the ruling United Russia party! Forgive me, Lord, for this weakness. I pay my taxes as much as my fear and self-esteem allow. Where did my polish and confidence go in three minutes of polite conversation with the police? Well, gentlemen, I'm not in the mood to talk about the weather. And if you don't have a warrant for your arrest, let me get on with my business. Come with a warrant – then I will be happy to talk to you. I could have told you, but I didn't! The policemen showed their ID cards. An internal switch clicked in my brain, and I immediately froze like a rabbit before a boa constrictor, did not even twitch, sat down in silence and drove off. No amount of wealth helped me not to be a slave in Russia... Maybe it's just as well that my wife decided to stay late."

Both in the memory of the past and in the foresight of the future, the present loses its value

The car stopped.

"Aha, here we are," flashed through the prisoner's mind.

"Felix, are you tired? Answer a couple of questions, and we will release you from communicating with us. I beg. Come on in. They are waiting for you outside this door, looking forward to it."

In the study, he was met by a good-natured, balding uncle with the most intelligent eyes. He looked like an old wizard. It seemed as if he was about to put on a magician's hat, hug her, and say," Felix! Did we play a great trick on you?! Relax, you're in Russia!" But instead I heard:

"Are you citizen Felix Saenko?"

"Yes," the newcomer replied confidently.

"Were you born on October 27, 1966 in the city of Luhansk?"

"Right there."

"Good evening. My name is Dmitry Dmitrievich. I am the adviser of justice. Read this document here. Don't be shy. Have a seat."

And if at first the sight of the astrologer gave hope that the detention was wrong, then the papers handed over for review put him in a stupor. They read: "On January 28, at 19: 45, during the passage of the MAPP Krupets – Rylsk automobile checkpoint, a car belonging to the company EvroRosLTD CJSC, which was carrying eighteen tons of electronic cigarettes, was inspected. In one of the boxes, three kilograms of a white substance were found. As a result of the examination, this substance was identified as high-quality cocaine. The car and cargo were arrested. The people accompanying the cargo have been detained."

"How do you like this information?" the man sitting under the portraits of the guarantors asked.

"The firm is part of my consortium," Felix said after a moment's hesitation." We really started to supply e-cigarettes from the Netherlands. But what does cocaine have to do with it? What does that have to do with me?"

"Felix, it is in order to get an answer to this question that we have invited you here. The fact is that the freight forwarder we detained during the interrogation showed that he was supposed to deliver one of the boxes of cigarettes to your home. And surprisingly, it was in this box that three kilograms of cocaine were found. A criminal case was opened under Article 228 of the Criminal Code of the Russian Federation for the distribution of narcotic drugs on a particularly large scale. And, alas, we are forced to detain you as a suspect in the organization of drug traffic. Here is the ruling. You can make a call and invite your lawyer for tomorrow."

"Are you crazy?!! This is one of my many firms. I can't be responsible for the actions of all my employees!"

"Citizen Felix! Don't make your situation worse. Make the calls you're supposed to make. I have no right to question you after twenty-two,and now it is twenty-two. So I'll leave you until tomorrow morning. After the call, you will be taken to a pre-trial detention cell, and then sent to a pre-trial detention center, where you will stay until the investigation is completed. By the way, there is a court order for your arrest. They also made the decision to deny bail. The trial was held in absentia. Our Committee has that right. Especially considering the gravity of the crime and the fact that its organizer has dual citizenship."

Personal freedom is given to everyone under his responsibility

The place of the Wizard took Glisten and Anisin. The first one took Felix's iPhone, wallet, documents, car keys, and cigarettes. In general, everything that was in his pockets. The second man picked up the landline phone.

"Why is it that you, citizen Felix, smoke yourself, and get others hooked on electronic cigarettes? It's not good to be a hypocrite. Yes, you call, do not hesitate and do not delay us. The time is late. We are not allowed to break the laws and conduct investigative actions after ten in the evening."

"I don't keep the lawyer's phone number in my memory! Give me my iPhone!" Felix demanded.

"We have no right. It is withdrawn."

He had no choice but to dial the lawyer's number at random. The caller did not respond. He dialed again. And again silence.

"Citizen Felix, you have used your right to make a phone call. And by and large, we do not care whether you say something or keep silent, everything that you tell us now is of little interest to us. Everything we need to hear against you, Felix, has long been said by others. Give me your shoelaces and tie. Let's go." I'll show you your apartment for today."

The detainee took out his shoelaces and took off his tie. Anishin went out first, followed by Felix. Closed, breathing in the back, Glisten. Twenty meters away from the office where the Wizard had so abruptly changed the fate of a successful businessman, Anishin opened the door, and Glyzdin pushed the prisoner inside. The door slammed shut. The key turned in the lock. That's it! Closed!

Running his hand along the walls, the prisoner tried to find the switch. I didn't find it. But I determined the size of the room, only one square meter. Less of a kennel for a mongrel. And his Kurzhaar a separate room. There's no chair either. An hour ago, he'd been thinking about the dog, the fireplace… He thought about anything but being charged with drug trafficking, arrested, and locked up for the night in a punishment cell without food, water, a toilet, or a bed. He hoped that this would be his only night in captivity, and that tomorrow he would make fun of his captors.

"I'd like to stay up all night. It is to stand, because I do not want to sit on the floor in expensive trousers that cost more than the salary of my jailers, at least on principle. In addition, there is a strong smell of urine," these were the last proud thoughts of the prisoner struggling with sleep.

By morning, Felix didn't care how much his pants were worth. Her legs simply refused to support her body. He slept sitting up, leaning against the wall. In his mind, still alive with freedom, images of the past surfaced…

The free choice of a person does not change his fate

...He was discussing the coming weekend with his hunting companion. Today, the comrade headed one of the forest farms in the Carpathians, the area of which is equal to the area of a city with a million people. There are all sorts of animals there, but he was interested in the black grouse bird. Now is the time to hunt him.

"Felix, you came to the meeting, expert cigar tobacco from the procurement division of raw materials, Mr. Gladwin", said Secretary on the intercom.

"Couldn't he get in touch with me on the phone?"

"He says, very important information. You yourself forbade discussing this over the phone."

"Okay, let me in."

Entered Ledvin.

"Good afternoon, Felix.

""You interrupted me from an important conversation?"

"Excuse me, Chief, this is my job."

"Okay. Have a seat and explain the essence of the problem."

"The situation requires an immediate decision. We're buying tobacco on the island of Java, and the new owner, daddy's son, who inherited the plantations, lost money in Las Vegas and is going to sell everything under the hammer. A change of ownership can lead to a change in the product range or, even worse, a reorientation of the new owners to other buyers. You know how long it took us to establish the supply of this elite tobacco for cigars "Double Crown" and "Churchill"!"

"Perhaps I will buy this plantation, so that very few people know about it?" it flashed through the businessman's mind, and he hurried to order," Give me all the information you have on the plantation." Immediately.

""All right, Felix."

Lyadvin jumped up and five minutes later laid out photos of the island of Java on the table in front of his director.

"I never had to go there," Felix thought, not without regret, and dialed the manager's number and spoke in English." Good afternoon. How are you, Miguel?"

"More or less," replied the man with a strong Spanish accent".

"Are you Spanish?"

"Cuban."

"I see. Miguel, you have a call from Russia, your tobacco user. My name is Felix."I know Russian, I once studied in Moscow.

Russian Russian is worse than my English," said the other, and they switched to Russian.

"We have a change of owner on the plantation soon, and I can't promise anything about the supply of tobacco. Maybe I'll get fired, too.

"How much does your master owe?"

"Seventeen million."

"What is the real cost of a tobacco plantation?"

"If sold with a crop that you can touch with your hands, it will be worth seventy million. And while nothing has grown, you can't sell it for twenty."

"Miguel, would you be willing to become my manager if she became mine?"

"I like this job. I can do it," the Cuban said confidently and happily.

"Call the owner and tell him that the Russian is ready to start negotiations. Let your employer give me his phone number."

"All right, Felix."

"Good-bye, Miguel".

With the obvious lightness of zero with it, one is immediately ten

The Yankee started with forty million dollars. Felix said that he would give him fifteen today, and that for forty he would probably buy the plantation in the fall, provided the tobacco crop was harvested. After an hour of negotiations, the Yankee lowered the price to twenty-five. The Russian stood by his suggestion. The next day, in the morning, the Yankee asked for twenty. By lunchtime, I agreed to seventeen.

Felix was flying to Java to make a deal and inspect his holdings. At the airport in Ngurah Rai, he was met by the manager of the tobacco plantation, Miguel, a thin man of indeterminate age, with firm skin and absolutely gray hair.

"How old are you, Miguel?" the Russian asked.

"Forty-six."

"Why is he completely gray-haired?"

"This is a long story related to my work in socialist Cuba."

"Will you tell me sometime?"

"Absolutely."

Felix reissued the foundation documents, setting Miguel's share at twelve and a half percent, on the condition that he would increase the productivity of the plantation by twenty-five. I opened a deposit in the bank and signed additional conditions for the disposal of money. Now only he, the new owner, could withdraw the money coming to the account from the sale of tobacco, and only by being present in person. The physical resemblance, the identification cards, had no meaning, only the living fingerprints of fingers, palms, and retinal photos.

The new owner liked the place insanely, and he decided to definitely visit here when it is winter in Russia…

The master of his own fate, like the rest, is subject to chance

Present time

"Felix! Get up! Get out of the cell! Face the wall! Go ahead!"

Felix's overflowing bladder had been keeping him awake for a long time, so he happily accepted and commented on the guard's suggestion:

"If I had to stay locked up for at least another hour, the smell of my urine would be added to the stable ambergris here."

The warden did not react to his remark in any way and a couple of minutes later brought the detainee to the very office where he was shown the arrest warrant yesterday. Now, in addition to the counselor, Felix's family lawyer Felix was present. Elated with hope, the businessman rushed joyfully to embrace the lawyer, but the lawyer's embrace was sluggish.

"Leonid Arkadyevich, what's going on? I arrived, I leave the airport, I am detained and brought here. Here I am charged with drug smuggling. They show an arrest warrant. They say that a court has already taken place that authorized this arrest. I had to spend the night in some stinking doghouse. Have you resolved the issue of my release?"

"Dear Felix, It's much more complicated than you think. Your home was searched in the presence of the manager and witnesses, during which two more kilograms of cocaine were seized. As your lawyer, I was invited to attend. And, alas, I have to confirm that everything was done correctly in the process. The grounds for your detention are obvious. I filed an appeal against your detention, but it was refused. The court also refused to grant us bail. Alas, now you will be taken to the pre-trial detention center. Be strong, Felix. Your spouse does not answer the phone. A warrant has also been issued for her arrest as your accomplice. Personally, I believe that you are innocent, and I will involve the best lawyers. We will release you."

"Citizen Felix! A convoy is coming to pick you up."

Yes, take me to the bathroom. The bladder is bursting. And the head, too."

Twenty minutes later, the convoy came in and signed for Felix, the way freight forwarders sign for perishable goods at the base. Meat! In fact, he is their meat.

"Face the wall! Hands up!"

They searched him, took him out of the building, and loaded him into a crater.

Felix remembered May, the sun, girls in short skirts, cherry blossoms, and he was driving the first Audi R8 in the CIS that had just arrived from the Geneva Motor Show. The impact of the eight-cylinder engine, which has absorbed a herd of stallions, gives you goosebumps. The speed is only sixty kilometers, the engine speed is 1600, the sound is low, like the purr of a very large cat.

All eyes are focused exclusively on the car. The kids pull on the arms and sleeves of their parents, pointing at the sports car with their fingers. Teenagers shoot with mobile phones. The girls smile, and the guys respectfully raise their index finger.

Humming to the beat of the engine, he even composed a poem:

The car rushes me in itself,

I press the gas with my right foot...

the power of it breaks from the outside,

And they call me a madman.

The head turns both old and young:

- For four seconds to a hundred!

Who raises a fist-a bastard!

Someone yaps from the doorway.

The one who is forever persecuted by fate,

Spiteful to those who are more successful than him.

He will drink his troubles into the smoke,

Running away from the old life.

There is no recipe for success to catch…

Apparently, the Almighty wanted it that way:

Someone will barely find it to devour,

And for someone, the table is always lush.

And here he is in the "funnel".

"Holy shit! What a metamorphosis!" burst out Felix.

There were about twenty people in the van of the car, which could hold twelve people. He got a standing position. For some reason, most people laugh, but his heart is disgusting. There is no fear. Or rather, it was always there, but muffled by the feeling that no harm would come to him. Alas, it happened. I must have made a mistake somewhere. Angered the fate of their happiness. But my grandmother said that in Russia a person who lives in happiness is half stupid, and on the other half-blissful, because he has no fear.

By the time we got to the pre-trial detention center, we had collected twenty more prisoners from the district police departments.

"Come out one at a time!" the convoy commanded. Article! Year of birth! The answer is clear! Do not look in the eyes!"

"1966, article 228, part three".

"Hands behind your back!

They walked down the echoing corridor. The prison's voice could be heard through the iron doors of the cells. Felix could feel the eyes of the locals.

"The fellow travelers from the "funnel" said that they were living in prison for the second year, and the trial was not yet, and when it will be, it is unknown," Felix thought. What's waiting for me? Don't know. But I don't want to believe in bad things."

"Face the wall!" the guard commanded, and opened the cell door. All rise! Welcome the new guy!

All the snakes in the forest crawl out of the same swamp

The smell of feces, bleach, unwashed bodies, tobacco, and hopelessness hit him. For the first time, Felix felt that emotions can have a smell! The smell was like that of a cornered, overturned, whimpering, mangy, stray dog being thrown rocks at for fun. The stench is like that of a standing victim facing a predator. The stench of decomposed flesh is unbearable, to the point of vomiting. Rather, it smelled not of flesh, but of a fallen soul crawling on its knees to the underworld. The door closed.

The three-by-four cell contained eight bunks arranged in two rows. Twenty people stared at the newcomer.

"Well, good man, tell us the prisoners, what kind of animal are you that we got in the punishment cell? What did you do in the wild, if the prosecutor's office used force against you?" the big guy asked. He sat in the center of the table and drank steaming tea from an iron tea mug.

"Sayenko Felix. Businessman. I don't know what they put me in jail for. I am accused of organizing the drug trade. But I didn't do it!"

"And here no one did what they were locked up for," laughed a big man of about thirty-five." Here's the prosecutor asking me: "How many aunts have you robbed and killed?" And I, like you, say: "Boss, I don't know anything about robbery, and I've only seen it in movies." But he doesn't believe me, it's been three years now."

"Stone," the thin prisoner said to the authority," look at that furry fryer. He is to us like white bread to the starving!"

The thin man got up from the table and began to advance on Felix: "What the hell are you doing, a drug dealer, poisoning people with drugs? You don't make enough money on business, so you decided to make more money on drugs? Did you know that my daughter was burned by him in a year?" The thin man came close to Felix, fingers outstretched.

"Crab, chill out! I am the law and authority here! We do not invite a new prisoner to a picnic and we will not kiss him in the gums. Only we don't judge him!" another local authority intervened." If you have a specific claim to this Lucky Guy – show it. In the meantime, let him come to our house and meet him... Do you have a nickname?"

"What?"

"Your name?"

"Felix".

"Now you will be called Lucky. Remember."

"I'm tired. I'd like to rest," the newcomer said as gently as possible.

"With this, Lucky, we have a hard time, we sleep in turns. Sit in that uh-huh. Your bunks are near the window, the upper ones. There's a hole in the floor behind the sheet, it's a toilet, but you don't go there to shit when people are eating."

"Do you have a cigarette?" emboldened, he asked Felix.

"Do you even have relatives who will feed you?" one of the old-timers answered his question with a question.

"My parents are dead, my wife is also accused with me. She's on the run. The lawyer will be here tomorrow. I'll tell him what to bring."

"Here, have a smoke."

"I'd like something to eat. I haven't eaten for a day."

"Wait for lunch. They'll be here in three hours. In the meantime, you have no homeland, no flag. I'll give you a chifir tank, a mug of your own. And an oar. It's a spoon. Here's your TV, that is, the shelf. And talk less with your tongue, say the word, prove your point, and you can't really explain, keep your teeth shut. And remember, there are regular dungeons here, like ours, where people live according to the concepts. But there are rooms in the prison where prisoners are abused, they are illegal in our country. It is better not to get a prisoner to them. Those criminals will immediately start stabbing you for money. There are such rumors about them among the convicts that you won't believe it, it's better to kill them right away! Otherwise, they will first make a cutlet out of you, and then kill you. Here is such a hut number 11. There is a lot of our brothers ' blood on them. But don't hang your head in a noose. People also live in prison."

The prisoner looked around and understood why it was so cold in the cell. There was no glass in the windows. The grates were simply covered with polyethylene. Felix took a drink of water from the tap, put a thirty-thousand-dollar coat on the floor, sat down on it, and dozed off in an instant.

"Sayenko Felix! With things on the way out!" the warden's voice interrupted his short sleep.

"I was in the cell for less than an hour. Maybe the justice machine had found the real culprit. Or did the lawyer arrange for bail and let me go?" the thought flashed.

They were walking down the corridor again. Footsteps hit the walls and came back with a clear echo from the far end. As they moved, they began to split, turning into a kind of drum roll…

The baggage of the eternal values of the majority is the sum of their momentary interests

These sounds Felix remembered forever. His whole life changed that day.

... He was walking up a wide marble staircase, from which the carpet had been removed, presumably for replacement. The echoing sounds of his footsteps echoed off the ceiling as it went up, echoing back to the rhythm of his footsteps. It sounded like someone was playing a drum solo. The drumming stopped as soon as he stopped in front of the office of the manager of MOSBUSINESSBANK.

"I have an appointment for this time, my name is Saenko," he introduced himself to the cute secretary girl.

She called the banker and got permission to let the guest in.

"Come closer," the office owner invited as soon as Felix opened the door.

The man's age was hidden by his fullness. There were no wrinkles on his face. If it wasn't for the gray hair, and I could have dyed my hair, I wouldn't have been more than fifty. But Felix knew that the man was fifteen years older. His strong-willed face gave him away as a man who knew exactly what he wanted. The high forehead, the well-proportioned nose, the mouth, and even the ears, which had not grown larger with age, were immaculate. But this austere portrait was marred by the second chin, which covered not only the collar of the shirt, but also the knot of the tie. All of the above is wrapped in a perfect suit with a gold badge on the lapel, indicating that you belong to a certain party.

"Orest Minovich, we have been cooperating with you for the third year. During this time, you could make sure of my decency and adequacy. I have a need to move large financial amounts of money through your bank. What daily cash turnover does your bank have?" The guest simply shocked the cabinet owner with his last question.

The banker, who provides cash to all civil servants, teachers, doctors and pensioners of an entire district with a population of half a million people, could not cope with the surprise and coughed.

"Young man, I don't feel right. Let's go into the winter garden, get some fresh air," and he pressed a button on the table to the right of the massive gold ashtray, the pinnacle of jewelry. A bird's nest of half a kilo of gold, resting on a sprig of old silver. On one of the branches of the branch there was a bed for supporting a cigarette. In the nest were three turquoise eggs with garnet flecks. Orest Minovich never smoked, but he was very fond of such"trinkets".

The half-wall map of Russia formed an accordion, freeing up a wide passage into the corridor. The financier let Felix pass. The map and the door returned to its original position.

Again the footsteps in the corridor, and again the drumming, which brought Felix to the winter garden, or rather, to the fairy tale.

A garden the size of a football field filled with summer, fresh air. The climate control system worked perfectly. There was not a drop of condensation on the tall windows. The Municipal Botanical Garden looked poor in comparison. Accustomed to people, the budgerigars boldly perched on their shoulders and flew back into the thick of the foliage. In the streams that flowed through the grottos in intricate mazes, colorful fish swam. Bees circled above the flowers. It's necessary! On the street -24, and here the bees!..

Orest Minovich invited the guest to sit down at a marble table on a bench made of the same pink marble. A little way off, near a stream that flowed from a crevice in a large rock, Felix saw two statues of white Parian marble. One girl was holding a pitcher on her shoulder, while the other was drawing water from the stream. Their bodies were covered with translucent tunics, emphasizing their youthful beauty and grace.

"Do you still remember why you came?" the banker asked.

"Sorry, I got carried away. Such beauty... You never showed it to me. I didn't even know you had one."

"So you haven't made me any offers like this before."

"Then I'll repeat the question. What is your daily cash flow?"

"Why do you need this information? And if you find out, will you be able to digest it? Not to mention the money I have at my disposal."

"I understand you well. I also remember your advice: don't eat more than I can digest."

"Good. Listen up. Five hundred million rubles a day passes through my bank."

"That's about ten billion a month?"

"Very accurate observation, young man. And why do you need so much?" asked Orest Minovich, smiling.

"I personally, like you, do not need so much. But some part of this amount would not be superfluous," the young businessman also smiled and satisfied his curiosity.

"Briefly outline the transfer…"

"Several large state-owned industrial enterprises receive a state loan for the production of their products in the next year. The target money is for the purchase of raw materials. My company Promsnab LLC has experience and undertakes to fully provide these enterprises with raw materials next year. Negotiations between the interested parties took place. Everyone is happy with everything. There is only a very small matter left, it is to take into account my and your interest," Felix finished his speech with a theatrical pause.

"Keep thinking," the banker urged, clearly interested.

"The credit money of state-owned enterprises goes to the Prominvest bank that serves them. Under contracts for the supply of raw materials between my company and state-owned enterprises, money from Prominvest flows to my accounts in your bank. Next, I receive these funds in the form of cash under fake contracts for the purchase of agricultural products of primary processing. You, of course, are aware of this only legal scheme for cashing out funds?"

"How and on what are you going to make money?"

"Orest Minovich, before I give you an answer, I need to hear your price, on the condition of five hundred million a day for two months."

"How is it that I don't have to give out money for the salaries of civil servants?"

"And wouldn't you be satisfied with half a percent? This is a hundred million rubles in two months! You can build about ten such glades. And not here."

The old banker felt the luck coming into his hands.

"So, and pensioners… What about the police, the prosecutor's office?"

"Orest Minovich, I offer the same amount for them. But that's your job. And here's the important thing, you let my mini-buses into your vaults after the staff work is done. Put my men on guard at this time. After all, according to all the rules of registration of expenditure documents by the evening in the vaults will not be your money, but my money?"

"I always liked you. I remember how, when I saw you, I immediately thought: it will go far..."

"Your share in the ninth bag. Calculated by you and put there by you."

The banker shifted in his chair, calculating the profits in his mind.

"I'm waiting for your answer," Felix hurried the financier, realizing that he was more than interested." I don't want to sound arrogant, but I must remind you that I am also well known in Vnesheconombank."

"I agree," replied Orest Minovich."But you promised to tell me how you are going to make money?"

"In two months I will sell cash to you for ten percent more expensive."

"What makes you think my bank will buy cash?"

"Not you," pensioners, civil servants and businessmen left without cash at all. The ring will close. There will be no cash for a while – almost a collapse. You, above all, fulfill our agreement. After all, your papers will be in perfect order."

The banker's face was frozen with a silent question: "Why didn't I ask for one percent?"

Felix did not consider it necessary to talk about the difficult path that money would take during the period of galloping inflation, reloading several times now in dollars, then in rubles.

Going deeper into yourself, you open up more and more from the outside…

"Stop!" The warden's shout shattered the haze of memories and interrupted the sound of the drum roll. "Face the wall! This is your camera now.”

The number 11 was painted on the door in oil paint.

"And there are lawless cells in the prison. It's better not to go there. They'll turn you into cattle. Here is such a hut under No. 11. There is a lot of blood on them of the brothers of the prisoners," the words said by the Stone sounded in my head, and my heart sank into my heels. "But I'm not a bandit, I'm an honest man! No one needs to push me, I'll explain everything to the prisoners in the cell. After all, people live here," Felix tried to calm himself, standing in front of the door with two crutches painted on it.

The camera was not much different from the previous one. The same environment, but fewer people. Four of them were sitting on the benches, and two were playing backgammon at the table. No one paid any attention to the newcomer, and he hovered at the door, not knowing what to do next. Suddenly, a boy with red lipstick on his lips got out from under the bunk and tried to hug and kiss the new guy in the face, but he pushed him away. The guy fell back on the players who were sitting at the backgammon board.

"What are you doing, you freak!" one of them yelled. "Why are you hurting our girl? She came up to you to show you hospitality, and you beat her! You geek, not gentle, was not yet come into the house, and already mess satisfied!"

"I even women don't kiss strangers, and especially with the men," said Felix.

"And why did you give us the game broke?" shouty didn't calm down." I could easily have won a hundred packs of cigarettes in shesh-besh right now. Now, what should I do? Will you give me these cigarettes, Mitek?"

"No, of course not. Because I could have won against you myself. It remains to be seen who would have won. Let the new guy, cormorant, give you and me a hundred packs of cigarettes, too," replied his partner in the game, a bald, burly man with tattooed arms.

Now they were both pressing on Felix. Two more climbed down from the benches and stood on either side.

"You ran into trouble, cormorant, you ruined our girlfriend's presentation, you broke her lips. Tell us, how will our wife work with a broken mouth? Do you want to quarrel with us honest convicts? What are you going to tell us now?""

"Guys, let's get this straight. From any conflict situation, you can find a way out..."

"Men in the field plow. You cormorant, you've got all the seas mixed up. Maybe when you were not in prison, you often opened the gates under your tail? Then we will quickly determine your place. We'll replace Masha with you until her lips heal. You can use your mouth on us. Come on, boys, hold the cormorant. Now we'll take off his pants, put his ass in the basin and see if the bubbles will go or not…"