However Толстунина at the oak tree. The lights flashed out of the darkness naked tree trunk.
Zhora in pursuit, having made a shiver. He already feared that the victim be able to leave. "Execution of a very long! — flashed through his mind. — Very long!"
Rays of light coming from the headlights, broke through the low bushes behind the oak, though considerably weakened. Zhora rushed into the bushes and getting behind them, saw a dark spot on the litter of fallen leaves, covered meadow. It was Толстунин. To him, apparently, was able to move, and, наапрягая in the all forces, Bondi BOM sought to escape death. He was crawling, and делопытаясь get to his feet, but every once again fell down and, stumbling, falling down, распластывался on earth and immediately rose to his knees.
It might look funny and amusing. But Jora this riled. Grabbing machine before him with both hands, holding tightly fingers on the arm and forearm, he ran after him in the meadow, in several huge jumps, made in the heat of rabies, caught Толстунина and, biting from terrible malice lip, hit it is part of the application "Kalashnik" on the back of the head.
Толстунин collapsed on the ground. Zhora examined his hands, angrily growling:
-Oh, you bastard! You still get away from me!.. So there!
Толстунину somehow managed to remove the handcuffs with запастья one hand. They now dangling on his left hand. Zhora again closed them with an oath:
"Damn it! And handcuffs these garbage something wrong.
He returned to the place of execution, to the oak, dragging the стонцущего Bondi Bohm, leaned him against a tree.
In the light of the headlights now visible face of the victim. Chubby cheeks расцарапались of blood on the branches of a Bush, lips обсохли and вспухли, her eyes were closed.
George lifted his eyelid. Pupils rolled under the forehead. Murder victim in this condition meant to kill her at all — this was not interested. He wanted to wait until it comes, and he hesitated.
He suddenly wanted to ask, finally, whether the Bondi Bohm children: he's also a man. But then George rejected this thought: what's good to be able to put pressure on pity and beg him пощаду. "No, it's quite clear, thought George, " I'll kill him anyway, but then it will be so nice not to do. Why burden ourselves with thoughts about orphans. Moreover, it will be secured by orphans. He, nevertheless, are not simple people. And yet, all this is nonsense, and all this damn!"
He waited for the Толстунин come to himself, but he, as if sensing this salvation, didn't want to return to consciousness. It also angered Jora. Angry because he started to regret this fat man with исцарапанным in blood of the person, and pity this threatened to hamper the implementation of his plan. And if he spoke, and even forced him to abandon the murder.
So something one pours out suddenly in a completely different, and if he did not эстетствовал five minutes earlier, then now would not suffered from pity and unresolved issue: kill or not to kill — the issue that would be resolved.
Bondi BOM groaned stronger, coming to himself.
George tried to remember about it all the bad to re-gain anger. But she, this anger and rage all somewhere evaporated, and she didn't have a trace.
To the spirit of murder came alive in him, Zhora even started to train, how will kill Толстунина, putting his to his temple, and then the machine and press the trigger so that isn't enough efforts for the descent. This lesson helped. It рассекло pity and обволокло his consciousness some stupidity, haze, through which now unable to break even a thought.
Толстунин finally woke up. He tried to grab a hand over the back of the head, but couldn't do it-too handcuffs. His eyes softened the batter right in the face of the headlights.
Hardly the victim moved, coming to consciousness, as all doubts Zhora dispelled: the victim was a sacrifice; it was the need to kill.
Squinting, Толстунин raised his eyes to him.
-Don't kill me, " he asked in a weak voice. Say anything more, he simply had no strength.
"What are you trying to run away from me?! Bastard?! threatening said George.
Anger and back again (and he feared that at the right moment иху not enough).
-Don't kill me again, almost in a whisper asked Толстунин.
But George, again feeling садистскую joy, asked the same question. It was exciting that the victim does not attempt to even отвачать his question, and repeats the same. He felt again ecstasy rising anger and permissiveness, ecstasy retribution. After the next issue he wanted to hit the victim machine, but restrained himself, fearing that again deprive it of its consciousness.
This time he decided to murder and deceit. Him so it was nice to lie:
"Well, take a gun barrel in his mouth. Then I will not kill you. I want to see what you're bold. If you can do this then I will forgive you, you will live. If not...
He stuck out the barrel of the gun to his mouth Толстунина. He paused, took his lips and already wanted to let go, when George pulled the trigger.
A shot rang out. It hit something свежепахнущим. It was the blood.
"I just now maniac", — подуумал Zhora.
Chapter 23. (027).
He came to his senses only when the car was in the precincts of the city. Now even he could not tell himself that he did Bondi Bohm, where he put his body.
Memories of what happened half an hour ago were as if in a fog. Where he's going now, why? Zhora strained my brain tried to concentrate on the thoughts. The fog in his head was gradually lifted.
Machine swept under the prospectus still kilometers fifteen, before he made a decision. Now he wanted to test whether what he imagined accurately projected on human Bondi Boma in the last moments of his life.
Remarking on the prospect of armed with an automatic posting (Толстунина, apparently, всве still increasingly sought out), he stopped and asked details the road to the Ministry of internal Affairs. In twenty minutes he was already in place.
It was very dangerous and daring: gets there. But there was no alternative. This was his chance, his last chance to bring good luck, return something that would bring him wealth, a huge fortune, and, perhaps, would leave this idiotic country, where everything is not as people, and live in luxury anywhere in France, Italy, or America, is in one of these countries, which have long had a secret and the continuing anguish.
This was the final phase of his capital battle for their interests, which he seemed to be, now just to win, a large part has already been done.
George entered the lobby of the building, was in passing. For thick reinforced steel mesh glass sat duty policeman, задремавший on the book.
Zhora on the move came up with what to say to him was in. The whole idea of him was the purest water adventure, not having a piece of firm support. And it felt like quicksand risk suck it now is in itself absorb his will. However, the reverse path. Otherwise, why all this burning bridges, all of this abomination, the blood and dirt, in which he made for himself? Going back to go back down, for him, was now like death.
However, he seems to be lucky. He has already noticed that should he take something very risky, and the circumstances surround the success of this so much the more dangerous and daring plans. It was amazing, but every time he had no time to wonder.
A policeman on duty was asleep. He leaned over to the window, pretending wants to ask something, and making sure that the mayor's sleeping, as they should, firmly, took up the remote on his Desk, opening the door lock. He presented himself as a set of ten buttons, but замусолено, shabby of them was only four.
Trying not to make noise, Zhora tried several combinations of order of their pushing. The third gave a positive result. Deaf door lock, similar to the Elevator door opened.
Without hesitating a second, Zhora slipped them on tiptoe and was in the corridor, passing in both directions. Right before him was a staircase.
Zhora already decided to rush through it up when someone called to him from the depths of the corridor. George turned and looked at twilight. It was a policeman.
-Where you, the citizen? — he repeated his question.
-Yes I have already checked — instantly responded Zhora.
-All right?
-In the order.
-Well, look, the captain shook his finger.
Zhora decided that it was probably some assistant on duty. When he was on the stairways n, he inquired after him:
Why so late?
But George didn't answer, mending. Now he thought about how he is going to find in thousands of classrooms that only the desired him. However, it still relied on luck, intuition and logic.
Corridors of power have their own subtle items that can serve the true signs. Based on them you can achieve the desired. We just know what to be guided by. Well, for example, to what floor is ideally removed the carpet on the stairs and foyer decorated with mirrors in bronze frames, leather sofas and a huge palm trees in tubs.
George knew something about these signs, and, based on this knowledge, he was not mistaken, and not long to wander. After a few minutes he was in the Cabinet of the Minister and, as expected, found near the Cabinet of Толстунина.
He had a little trouble with the door, before she succumbed.
He felt for the switch, walked to the table and began to rummage in his drawers. The search Zhora not even heard, not noticed, as the room became someone else. He realized that no one here when it touched the nape of the neck metal, cold barrel of a gun.
"Get up! ordered it to someone.
George shuddered in surprise, but still obediently stood up.
-Don't look back! Face the wall! Hands behind your head! One extra movement, and I put the trigger. Spreading your legs wider! Wider! Wider!
George obeyed commands. Surprise he could not understand anything even. However, this had to prepare for, but he did not bring weapons.
He was searched. Then they permitted to turn to.
Zhora was expecting to see anyone, he even thought that he was discovered миллиционер of protection, but who actually appeared before his eyes, couldn't imagine being here. he even had already decided for himself that never in my life will not see it.
This was the cadet, who slipped away from him three months ago. He even remembered his name: Охромов.
-Are you? surprised he said.
I quietly agreed Охромов. — And what are you doing here?
-I? And you?
George glanced at the weighty "colt" in his hand Охромова and thought that I shouldn't hadn't taken anything: it is a good argument for keeping up the conversation. Now the argument was not in his hands.
Охромов said nothing, and пододвинув under a chair, sat down, legs crossed, watching the interlocutor gun and not lowering the finger with the hammer.
Pulling his opinion, Охромов guessed:
"You don't look that way. I know that you're a bird, know who matter have: just that — shoot. And you know, I'm not kidding.
George shook his head and asked:
-I можнео sit down?
"Sit down, with a sense of the master of the situation allowed Охромов.
"You have not dreamed to see, — said George.
-Very happy.
-So what are you doing here?
-Apparently, the same as you. Only I have one advantage, — he nodded slightly on the "colt".
-I agree. But maybe we both agree?
-May be.
There was a pause in the conversation. George tried to collect my thoughts and think that now should be undertaken. Охромов sat in the same position, staring at him, like a boa constrictor.
Then you're in time disappeared — finally spoke Zhora, — I wonder, how did you do it?
-How? When you want to save your skin you know. Especially inventive in this case is raised when you припалят.
-It is clear. Well, how on earth are you here?
-The same as you: come for the inheritance.
The legacy?
-Yes. You too? I am aware of the milestones Affairs. And when the disappeared chef, then realized that the living, he won't be. It's because you're such a slaughter made when it took?
-I nodded Zhora.
-Well done, felt professionalism praised his Охромов.
He talked with them indulgently, Kaak with this kid. Jora was really indignant, but he couldn't help it: the weapon was not in his hands and, apparently, Охромов well aware of this.
"You, on Bondi Bohm work?
-In a sense — Yes, but mostly I work only on themselves.
"How long ago?
-Yes, since grown wiser, and if to be exact bit earlier that night when I had to disappear, including from you too. But now things have changed and you don't know me great threats and dangers — Охромов shifted leg. — Especially now. Of course, it cost me would you slap right now, but I too am on the bird's rights: I would make a noise, and глашак, I unfortunately did not take. But I think that we will agree.
I am too.
-I know what I want. Me your paper is not needed. I so because she had to suffer. I'll take what for you will have no value, and you take all the rest. Well?
-I would like to know, what will you take?
-Not in your position to exercise excessive curiosity. But I tell you, so be it. I need one box. In her black and red velvet поддкладке lies signet ring. You will not earn much. And I know that with him делатть.
George thought. His proposal seems to suit him.
-Let's deal? asked Охромов, making a pause.
"We have a deal, " agreed George.
-Well, that's good. And now no nonsense: ask not to disturb. Without me you still do not find the necessary papers.
George made a gesture that he will behave calmly.
-No nonsense, again just in case warned Охромов. Bit that bullet yours.
He opened one of the Desk drawers, and took out a pocket calculator, scored on any numbers and letters, and sent to a large safe, standing in the corner. Several seconds passed. There was a loud click. Сйеф opened and the door became itself отворяться.
-The wonders of technology, — commented on this Охромов.
He walked over to the safe and took out a clear plastic folder with papers.
You sewed sewed Толстунина? — he asked George between times.
He pointedly did not reply.
-Then sewed it up. Well, well, it was for that.
He put the folder on the table and pulled out a few forms and securities.
-All the documents on the container at the place, " he said, checking, flipping through the paper.
-What is a container? 't understand George.
-At sea. He densely hammered boxes and standing pairs at сортировойной station waiting for the departure.
-Where?
-There. That here in this piece of paper put in there and go, " he pointed Жоре receipt. — I it thee, then will I give when I take what I need. Put here station of destination and give to the railway — and wait for it to their destination. Well, okay, we needed to go. You're in a wheelbarrow?
