Alexey Vayamretyl is a samurai lying on clean water and his real Kamchat path.

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And a

mother

is

happy

to

welcome

her

own

son

in

his

native

Tilichiki.

At the same time, Yura Smolensky's mother, in incredible joy, meeting the policeman's son in the corridor, did not know what to say to her surprise, so suddenly and without any warning, her own son arrived. – Oh, my son, I'm so glad! Are you just here for work? Why didn't you call in advance? I'd bake you a wild goose with apples and mushrooms.... – Mom, don't worry so much! I'm going to bake it for three or four days, so you'll have time to bake it, otherwise I'd better take it to Yelizovo, and my wife Elena will cook it for my daughter and me there, so that you don't have to worry so much here. And we couldn't call from Kamchatka for work, you know," my son said quickly, unbuttoning the numerous buttons on his tunic and other police clothes, putting his police clothes on a shelf in the hallway. – Yes, I know your ways, my son. This is happening here, son. All the Koryaks, people say, smoke their green weed or maybe cannabis, and someone from our Tilichiki is selling it freely. These oriental basurmans are not afraid of anyone, not Chechens, not Tajiks, or even hidden mujahideen. As for our children, they got stoned – one drowned, and the other crashed into Bricks on a motorcycle in the fall. They say he sped up to two hundred kilometers on a Yamaha Nova motorcycle, but the guy was only nineteen years old. Such a handsome kid, and what's it like for his parents, now his mother is in constant mourning, she would almost go crazy if it weren't for his younger brother, whom she now leads to school every day by the hand, and picks up from lessons herself, fearing for his safety. – Mom, let's talk about my work later, you know we can't discuss anything. Mom, we'll figure it out on our own with Alexander, you know that's our job," his son coaxed his son, who was worried about the growing sale of imported drugs in the village of Tilichiki. – How is my granddaughter Inga? Then you'd better tell me, is she growing up, son? "Have you been crying for a long time?" my mother asked, her eyes shining with tears of joy. – Yes, here are her color photos in your album and I brought a whole laser disc. There's even a video from her kindergarten, Oksana filmed it herself, you'll see later, they had an autumn festival. She's there and on the ice, and even in the pool, filmed, well, you'll see for yourself. Mom, let's have tea, otherwise I have to run to work in just an hour. And, Alexander needs to collect some documents, they are flying to Ust-Pakhachi tomorrow morning with the head of the district police. "What time will you be back?" – I asked again, because I wanted to cook something delicious for my son and his friend for dinner. "I think it'll be around ten, maybe eleven." Mom, I'm probably with Sasha Babenko, yes, you know him, he was two grades younger than me. He works with us at the regional Department of Internal Affairs. – I know, your father was a physical education teacher. Son, I'll cook a dumpling, I'll be waiting for you both. Yura's son quickly and habitually undressed, quickly washed his hands in the bathroom from the road and then, with his own and beloved mother, drank tea with a poppy pie and, instantly, both ran to the Olyutorsky district police department, greatly pleasing his mother with his unexpected appearance. – Well, have you found my ward? I asked Fyodor Viktorovich, who was now in their spacious duty room, which was located on the ground floor literally in the center of the building. – Of course, it was quite easy to find him today and everything has already been processed as it should be. He's already in cell No. 3 to show off better to his fellow villagers," Alexander Sasha reported. Perfectly! Let the guards bring him to my office 24 and beyond in 10 minutes, so that no one is even in the hallway. And who has the keys to the office? – said Captain Yuri Borisovich. – Everything is ready. Here's a set of keys for both the office and your safe. When you leave, hand it over to the attendant if I'm not there, and there's a tag here that you won't forget," Fyodor Viktorovich instructed. – Fine, I'm waiting. I need to make a couple more calls to the regional Department of Internal Affairs, consult and get up-to-date information, I think there is a connection to intercity and the eight? .. He did not have time to call back to the regional Department of Internal Affairs and report the arrival, and literally five minutes later there was a soft knock on the door. – yes! Come in! – as always, Yuri Borisovich commanded confidently. "Allow me to bring the detainee Umyavilkhin," Sergeant Sergei Ivanov, on duty at the temporary detention center, asked. – Start it up. Just take the handcuffs off him. The sergeant will then call you, you can be free," the captain gave the command. "Sit down, Nikolai Ivanovich. It's been a while since we've seen each other," the captain smiled at an old acquaintance from their Yelizovsky police department. "Yuri Borisovich, please don't turn me in to our guys here," Nikolai pleaded, knowing his sins. "Oh, no one is going to turn you in to anyone. We still need you, and we'll help you more than once, if you behave properly with us," the officer assured him.

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How

Alexey's

friend

Vayamretyl

Nokolai

became

an

assistant

to the

local

police

unnoticed

by

his

friend.

Practically everything he was wearing then was bought at different times and given to him by her… And, in this scenario, he could not refuse her, even though his peers laughed at him and his fascination with the fat, in their opinion, "old woman."

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How

Nikolai

was

caught

by the

husband

of the

barmaid.

On one of these visits, when Nikolai was slightly drunk and lying completely naked in bed with Ksyusha, the front door opened quietly, not closed on time, and he was engrossed in exploring her plump body and did not hear anything, only for a long time afterwards he remembered how a loud commanding cry rang out.: "I'll shoot you, bitch." You're cheating on me again with a new brat! And now I'm going to shoot this lovelace and a jerk, too, – and on the threshold of the bedroom, easily blocking the escape route, a tall, thin officer in a black Submarine fleet tunic was already standing, brandishing a pistol on a harness. "Petya, Petenka, it's not my fault at all! He insisted on it, he broke in, and he came here on his own.… I didn't even want to open the door for him today, I was playfully trying to get out of this situation as a passionate barmaid. – So, he also insisted! "and a real shot rang out, a rubber bullet bounced off the wall and hit Nikolai painfully on the head, somewhere on top of his head," the shooter himself was surprised at how well he did it the first time. After being hit by a solid bullet on his head, Nikolai froze in animal fear for not a single centimeter, not moving… with his tip sticking out red, like that autumn mushroom here, swollen and ready for a special action. And, literally a minute later, everything that Kolya had that was so much overstressed instantly weakened somehow easily and in a moment, and shriveled up so quickly, and hid somewhere in his body, and he himself fell on the bed out of fear and pressed himself into a down pillow, hiding his shaved head The head. "So he raped you, too?" – the husband asked. – Yes, yes, Petya! He raped me so much, you see the bruises," Ksyusha began to show her thick thighs to her husband, which a long time ago were covered with dilated venous subcutaneous nodes, as in all barmaids, her shift workers, and other saleswomen who stand for a long time in their often very lucrative jobs, not the fact that the veins burst from the weight of bags of sugar and cereals, and the legs themselves cannot withstand their constant eight-hour or more standing at the counter and that daily running from one shelf to another.... – Call Ksyusha quickly to the police. And you, you fucking bitch, and you rapist, lie down, and don't jump like you've been lying until now, and I'm going to swat the puppy! – the naval officer sternly demanded from Nikolai , who was completely stunned by what had just happened .… Nikolai's heart is fluttering so much that it won't pop out of his rather wide, but also completely hairless chest. Now, somehow, he quickly went limp and drooped, having now lost all interest in his future life. After experiencing fright and complete disappointment in this now fat and unattractive woman, who betrayed him so easily in an instant, he lost faith in justice and in the decency of people and in her loyalty.… Ksyusha, as if nothing had happened, easily dialed the Yelizovo militia number 31-202 and they arrived at their three-room apartment in a detached house on one of the outskirts of Yelizovo just a minute later. "What happened, citizen Surzhikova Ksenia Egorovna," the operative on duty asked, examining the passport she had handed out in advance. – Yes, a young student from vocational school came to visit, opened the gate himself, broke into my apartment with Petya against my will and began to rape me right on the threshold, – Nikolai Ksyushin heard babbling through his tears and at that time he wanted to cry even harder and louder from that hopelessness, and that his inner impotence, and also her deception and her real female betrayal.... "Where is he?" "What is it?" the officer asked. – He's there in the bedroom, his husband detained him, he came from the sea ahead of time and saw everything, how he raped me. And Ksyusha herself was very flushed, her cheeks turned crimson, as it were, and she was very excited about what was happening now. – Oh, are you a citizen going to write a rape report to the prosecutor's office? – the officer clarified loudly so that Nikolai could hear everything clearly. – yes! Oh, me! Yes! Oh! Yes! I'll write a statement right now," the barmaid said long ago, memorized words. Kolya was still lying naked on such an elastic bed, and like a frightened ostrich, hiding his shaved head in a feather pillow, he was now not happy that he had come to her today, that he had so recklessly and quite quickly stripped naked himself here, that he had drunk that red wine with her, and then, like a bear, he immediately climbed onto this enormous barmaid Ksusha.…

"Yes, I know, you'd better fix his fingerprints on bottles and glasses yourself, we'll have them for proof, and roll his fingers onto a fingerprint card, then they'll be useful to us in the surveillance case," the young criminologist lieutenant protested, going into either the bedroom or the boudoir of a regular prostitute and part-time also, and barmaids. – Are we going to confess, Nikolai Ivanovich? – and I took a break to see the reaction of the young "rapist". "You know what happens to rapists and they do it in our bullpen," the officer immediately threatened in order to quickly psychologically suppress and at the same time split the guy, who was stunned by fear of such an accusation under the article rape, and also penetration into the home, and did not expect to be arrested in any way. From natural fear, Nikolai has such a tremor in his body, his whole skin has taken on small pimples, as in a fifty-degree frost. Now he does not know what to do or what to answer the questions asked, since their essence has not yet reached his consciousness, since he has not realized what he is being accused of today. "Can I put my trousers on," Nikolai asked the officer through tears to cover his nakedness… "Just leave your panties on." Stand up straight. Wait here as a keepsake, we'll show your cellmates.... Stop! … Bend over!.. Turn your back!.. – Holy shit, he's got yalda!? – the officer commented.

Nikolai could no longer remember how he signed the protocol, what he said and what he explained to the investigator.... Now he was so upset by the betrayal of his eldest friend Ksyusha that he wanted to cry and, in a truly childish way, he was crying all that evening, no longer paying any attention to the officers from the Yelizovsky police department present, and some two men who were understood, from nowhere, and who ran so quickly to her previously, a "hospitable" home for him… Then, in the bullpen, he signed several more multi-page protocols on each page, and they led him into a dimly lit cell, where there were only wooden bunks that reclined from the wall, polished to the very yellowing of wood. As long as you stay in this cell, if you behave normally, otherwise we will give you to use in the next cell to the three murderers, the sergeant on duty at the Yelizovsky detention center threatened.… "I'll tell you everything, just…" Nikolai asked the officer, wiping away his tears. "Yes, you've already told us everything," the police officer retorted long ago, confident of the success of his plan. – Comrade officer, I'll tell you everything at the vocational school, who smokes drugs, who fucks underage girls, how the director steals food home… – I tried, the detainee will curry favor. – Yes, we already know everything without your information.… Sit down and think some more…" one of the officers commanded him. The IVS officer on duty, taking him from Nikolai, took all his old clothes and everything that Ksyusha had given him earlier, put them in a plastic bag and threw three sizes too big black convict clothes without a belt on the floor. He felt so sorry for his clothes: they took off his new denim trousers, and his favorite T-shirt with a portrait of Dean Reed, which the sailors gave him when they were on a tour on the KamLine longboat, and also colored underpants and even socks with white sneakers. They took away his clean and all new clothes, which Ksyushka, who was generous with gifts, periodically gave him for his efforts on Saturdays and now betrayed him like that in an instant. Truly, a bitch! When the lock in the cell door clicked, Nikolai felt so lonely, so scared, so sad, he even shed tears again, wiping a tear from his rounded Asian cheeks with the black sleeve of his convict robe. But no one saw this weakness of his anymore. – For, what is all this to me? He thought bitterly, sitting down on his cold, mattress–free folding bed. At about eleven o'clock, a handsome young man in his thirties with a silver earring in his right ear and a large gold ring on his right hand was put in his cell.… – What were you detained for? He immediately asked Nikolai, who was young and inexperienced in such matters. – Yes, there was a fight at the dance, my girl was molested by a sailor, – Nikolai came up with his own version literally on the move. – Yes, you're lying, the cops have already told me everything. I was arrested for rape, yes. I know! I don't envy you soaring. Now your ass is going to work hard here, yes, and probably now, he's starting to get closer to his ass.… – Well, what should I do, I told them everything, as it really happened. That she invited me herself, and then, when her husband came from the sea, she began to brazenly blame everything on me so that he would not kill her and also lie like that. He even shot. A stray bullet hit me in the head," Nikolai sincerely defended himself. – Yes, and who will believe in your childish babble now? You fucked her, didn't you, and I think you fucked her for real, not virtually? That's all – the evidence is complete in the hands of the local cops and, probably, your sperm will be easily detected there! Well, do you have a lawyer? " What is it? " the guest asked… – Yes, what a lawyer. My scholarship is only three hundred rubles. And for three hundred rubles, a lawyer wouldn't even cross the threshold of a cell," Nikolai explained unhappily, still sobbing softly.… "Just don't tell anyone. I have a cop I know here, if you help him, he can resolve the issue with his superiors and easily destroy all the documents and protocols.… – No, I can't! – Nikolai immediately began to refuse, – and the guys at the vocational school will laugh at me then.... – So you want to go to hell for the whole 12 years, so that they keep you in the zone for Masha, right? Then, fuck… you'll get them, not just cops… you got it, you idiot… – And, who is this cop? … – Yes, don't rush it! You'll find out later. Tell me, do you agree? And his hand went to Nikolai 's hip.… The guest habitually watched how the frightened kid would behave, what reaction he would have to everything that was happening now, now and here… At two o'clock in the morning, the cell door opened easily without creaking. – Grigoriev, for questioning by the investigator. Grigoriev was taken out, and Nikolai was once again left alone in a gray, dimly lit cell at night… Nikolai closed his brown eyes and began to imagine being transferred to the next cell to murderers and drug addicts. How they quickly undress him, how the convict's black trousers without a belt easily and quickly slip off him, how a sharp sharpener appears at his throat and how their thick and dirty f… and without obvious resistance they penetrate one by one into his now completely unresponsive body.... He literally shrank from the pain in his lower abdomen and felt such hopelessness at those moments, and even such animal fear, that he decided immediately it would be better to make a noose out of the sheet and end his life here right away.... While he was tearing the thin and white sheet, he did not know that he had been closely watched all this time, and he had not even managed to tear off the first strip when the cell door opened and the loud voice of the attendant: "I've called you in for questioning!" …Against the wall! … Hands back!…Go!… Another investigator was already sitting in the office, he was about 30 years old. "Well, have you thought about Grigoriev's proposal?" he asked confidently, assuming a positive answer and full agreement. "I agree, comrade officer," Nikolai promised through tears and knelt down. – It's good that you're Kolya, Nikolasha is so understanding and also incredibly obedient. But we don't need your quick consent, we need your real work and your actions…" and he thought. – Let's do this. I know you're a smart guy, and I think you're going to cooperate with us honestly… now you're going to sign these non-disclosure documents.… You will receive a cash payment, which will be transferred monthly to your savings account while you are studying, and then, when you graduate, we will give you the savings account, and you are a rich guy. You don't have to talk about anything with your friends, what happened here and that you will continue to help us. When we need you, they will definitely find you. Everything that you will see in vocational school and know in your school will be reported to us, but without fantasies and without that nonsense of your childhood. This daddy, look at all the protocols here without a date and remember everything, there is no statute of limitations for this article, we can always easily enter the date into this or another protocol and start everything all over again until a fair Trial… I can put you on the All-Union wanted list at any time, or even through Interpol, and then… Then, you know, you'll make a full-fledged noise for all 12 years, or even fifteen years, you're guaranteed, and also, we'll remember Anna, who is only 15 years old in Tilichiki this summer, remember there in Kultushny, now she already seems pregnant, and we'll prove that the baby is She has yours, and she conceived it before the age of 14, and you know that's worse than rape – it's already the seduction of a minor and your sexual intercourse with a minor.… "I agree to everything," and the rapist himself has bitter tears in his eyes again.… "That's fine. Just don't try to kick like an ignorant heifer, Nikolasha. They don't leave us that easily. Do you understand that? "Yes, comrade officer," Nikolai rejoiced, he still did not fully understand what was wanted of him, and what kind of work was needed from him now.

– Don't get down on your knees and don't sincerely thank me here and now. When we need you, we will definitely find you, be sure of that, and we will call you if we wish.… Now you go to the cell, and stop tearing that sheet, you're an adult, mature, smart guy, you want to live, fuck the girls, yes, and tell the guys in the morning that you were in a supermarket and put a bottle of vodka in your pocket, and even a pack of cigarettes, and you were arrested for petty theft. Everything necessary has already been attached to the protocol, and the witnesses even signed it. When the fine arrives in the mail, you will pay it without delay. Here's the money for you, sign here in the statement.…In the morning, they'll give you all your clothes. Is everything clear to you? – just to be on guard , the officer asked again…

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Nikolai,

do

you

remember

me?

And after these memories, it was only now that those words of the militia captain reached Nikolai. – Well, here's Nikolai! Our humble Kolya, he remembers me now. I am no longer a lieutenant, as I was then, but a militia captain. Yes, here's your personal passbook in the safe. Look, honestly, as we said, 123 thousand have already been credited to you here, so I think you have enough money for a 30-horsepower Yamaha now. We keep all our promises faithfully, as we promised you, and you must not forget us or let us down in any way.… "Thank you," Nikolai hastened to say. – We agreed, no such inappropriate thanks. This is the usual payment for your work, and there, not long ago, you were credited with your extraordinary award for the red book gyrfalcons. Just don't be offended that you were called to the camera. Well, it's more truthful here. It's more natural this way. I'm going to ask you, we're developing an apartment here in Nizhny Tilichiki, but you know, because you've been there more than once, Vladislav Paramonov and Anton his son. When all your guys get there to smoke weed, give us a hand. – By the way, who runs after the mowers and how long, as a rule, is he absent? Nikolai shrank into a chair, either out of fear or from the fact that he guessed about the full knowledge of the cop of their hut.… "If you're only in front of me, don't yule at all here and now. I'm sure this is probably your friend Alexey or his brother Dimka… and, have you ever thought, maybe they, like you, both work for us? You don't think so, do you? And so, to refresh your chicken memory, look at these colored photos with young Germans from this colored bag, you will recognize yourself with their shit in your mouth.... You don't want them to be accidentally dropped in a store or in your friends' apartment, do you? – I understand everything, Yuri Borisovich, – Nikolai clearly did not want that long-standing Yelizovsky compromise on him to be known to his local friends, who considered him an ordinary straight man equal to all of them. And like a frog under the gaze of a boa constrictor, he continued to press his broad neck into his equally broad shoulders, shrinking in size almost twice on the chair. – Alexey Vayamretyl usually collects money from us and then brings the packaged plane trees himself, no more than five pieces each time, about 25-30 minutes, or even 40 minutes after he leaves the apartment. But he always leaves alone and doesn't take anyone with us. I never once watched where he was going. Once I tried to go with him, but he categorically forbade me, saying that in that case nothing would happen. Even a young militia captain thought a little, now thinking more about the frailty of existence than about completing the task, as he was confident of success, and he had long had information not only from this Nikolai. Someone else tapped on their own, having also been recruited in vocational school and bought into the indulgences, and of course the "ball" money, and the young ones always lack it. "It means it's not far away," and he turned to Nikolai, who had calmed down somewhat, and now expressed his thoughts aloud. – And, you don't need to glow at the same time, Nikolasha. Your task, when he leaves the house for another dose, is to go into the bathroom and shine a lighter at the window. No one will know anything: he was just lighting a cigarette in the toilet, because nothing was ordinary or out of the ordinary. Yes? And everything else doesn't concern you, even if you get arrested with them. You know, this is already our daily job. I understand that you feel sorry for your buddy.… – Yes, you will receive this little green passbook from Fyodor Viktorovich in September, and you will tell the guys that social pedagogue Irina Vitalievna sent it to you. You're the one who got the pension for your lost parents. You can order a boat motor through Valentin Stepin, the local sergeant, you know him, he went fishing with you last summer. He will know where to transfer the money and tell you, and we will send you a new Yamaha 30 horsepower outboard motor from the city. So now you're the richest of your guys, okay? – Thank you! – now, rather briefly, Nikolai hastened to thank his benefactor for the second time. – You don't have to thank us all the time, Nikolai, I repeat to you! – the captain warned sternly. – This is our job. Nikolai, and try to do your part of the work as agreed and help us, Fyodor Viktorovich will decide everything else with you. You know him, and don't say anything to anyone, you know. All communication is through him…