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Natasha, wearing a white robe, was already waiting for the girls on the first floor. When Natasha saw Valya, she looked at her with such gratitude and love, with which she did not look at her own sister.
– Valentina, thank you for coming and… Natasha awkwardly thanked Valya, but her eyes were – instead of a thousand words, full of tears, pity and sadness.
Valya quickly put her hand on Natasha's shoulder:
– Natalie, what are you doing? Calm down! How is Tatiana Sergeevna? How is her health? What do the doctors say?
– They say that this is an acute coronary syndrome, a pre-infarction condition. It is necessary to undergo treatment now, then complete rest and rest. No nerves, you know. I came home from work in the evening, my mother is nervous, she says, go look for Nina. I tell her, Ma, she's sitting somewhere with her friends or she's stuck in a food court at the mall. After 22:00, the guards will expel them all, don't worry.
I took a shower, ate and just passed out, I was on my feet all day, I had no strength. At 5:00, my mother woke me up, pale as death herself, said that she walked around our neighborhood all night, Nina is nowhere to be found. The phone is not answering. I jumped up, called the police, but they didn't accept the application. They said, let the time pass, your teenager would show up, and they would not issue an application ahead of time in vain. I called the hospitals until 8:00, I didn't dare to go to the morgues, I just didn't raise my hand. Yes, you know I called to all the hospitals in Moscow.
We ran to school, we thought maybe she was scared, but she would come to school in the morning. Like nothing happened, and my mom and I were ashamed to make a row in front of classmates and teachers. I asked off at work, said I was on sick leave. We spent several lessons with my mother in the school yard, and from there she was taken away by ambulance. I was so scared for my mother that I was no longer up to the loss. I came to my senses in the evening when this fool dialed me herself.
I spent the whole day running for medicines, collecting bed linen, slippers, and a bathrobe for my mother. While I was running, our doctor said that the crisis was over. They applied on time, they didn't let lie down at home. And if they had gone home to "lie down", it is unknown what would have ended up. It's good that I called my mom's friends in dentistry, they immediately found a place in the hospital and a wonderful cardiologist.
Valya, I was so scared, I thought my mother was dying," – Natasha said through tears. All the stress, horror and fear that Natasha so courageously kept to herself all day broke through the dam of bitter tears. The girls were sitting hugging, on the first floor, two friends who had never been exes. It's just that life separated them for a while, but in difficult times it became clear that each of them remained a person, a good person.
– Natasha, dear, while Nina is with her mother, I'll tell you something… Don't be nervous. But we have to make a decision.
Valya told everything: from Nina's meeting on the floor to her arrival at the hospital.
Natasha was sitting neither alive nor dead. Fear for her sister, hatred for Ilya, the disclosure of the main motives of his interest in the family finished off Natasha. Clutching her mouth with her palm, she flew like a bullet to the toilet. Natasha came back wet and cold, her teeth were chattering, it seemed that the girl was dipping into the washbasin with her head, or maybe it was. Valya could not keep silent about Nina, who foolishly almost killed her mother, and maybe she herself would have lost her life from intoxication of the body, nor about the bastard plan that the bastard endured like a native child.
Natasha told her friend that Ilya began to behave too nervously, hinted at a wedding, against which the girl basically had nothing, but there was one nuance. Ilya stipulated that after the wedding, he and Natasha would move into a two-bedroom apartment (with his residence permit, of course), and Tatiana Sergeevna and Nina would go to live in Ilya's one-bedroom apartment. For Natasha, this was a strange condition, she sincerely did not understand and tried to convince her beloved. She was flattered that he wanted to improve their living conditions, the only thing that confused her was the improvement at the expense of her family. Natasha convinced him that he could take out a loan and calmly change his apartment for two, or even three. Hearing this, Ilya went berserk, he yelled at the bride for a long time and called her a fool for the first time. Natasha was sobbing, sitting on the couch, on which her sister almost poisoned herself later. The doorbell made her come to her senses, through the closed door to the only room, Natasha realized that the landlady of the apartment had come to claim the debt and threatened eviction with the police. Strangely, Ilya promised to repay the debt exactly after the wedding date.
It was the last date of the future newlyweds. Natasha was an adult, working girl, she silently put on her shoes, dressed and closed the door behind her. Ilya, of course, did not stop her. She was bitter, disgusted, disgusted. Natasha walked to the subway intuitively, not taking apart the road. She did not cry, but only bit her lips until they bled and blinked her dry eyes often, often. She really wasn't offended by the smelly bedbug with the ever-soiled toilet bowl, which she honestly filled with everything she could find from Domestos to sulfuric acid, but it only had to be burned. Not for the money he borrowed from her, and she paid off the debt with a salary and a credit card. Not for strange acquaintances and eternal secrets in SMS and phone conversations. She was hurt because she really liked him. He had a zest, he could be funny, courageous, gentle and very personable. He knew how to throw dust in her eyes, and behind all this storm in a glass of water, Natasha trusted and did not see the main thing – falsehood from beginning to end.
After telling Valya her bitter truth, she covered her face with her hands.
– Natasha, I'm sorry, please… Nina came out of her mother's room and hugged her sister.
The girls sat hugging and crying. Two sisters, two blood relatives, two closest people almost lost each other.
Valya delicately stepped aside and looked at the display, 1 missed "Vadim".
– Natasha, Vadim called me. Do you mind if he visits Tatiana Sergeevna tomorrow? – Valentina, of course! Thanks. I'm also has blame before him, I'll explain. I hope we will remain friends.
– Girls, what about the hiding place? Ilya told me to bring everything to the metro station tomorrow morning… – Nina uttered a phrase and fell silent, she was ashamed, but now and forever she spoke only the truth, too terrible a lesson was the result of her lies.
– Nina, what time is it in the morning? – Valya smelled prey and made a stand.
– First I have to write to him that I have the "giblets", it means the contents of the cash, Ilya called it that," Nina answered to Valya's raised eyebrow in question.
– And then? – Natasha was biting her nails.
– Then he will tell me which metro station to bring all the "giblets" to.
Valya no longer listened to about the metro station and Nina's courier delivery, she dialed the number:
– Egor Ivanovich, I need your help, my sister got into trouble, a bad person offended her, and now she is trying to give him all her money. Good. Thank you. I'm waiting.
Chapter 9
Egor Ivanovich Levin, born in 1954, a native of the Tver region, was the namesake of the character of the classic Leo Tolstoy from the novel Anna Karenina, but at the beginning of the terrible and dashing nineties he was known as Gosha Tverskoy. By the age of forty, Egor had a karate school "kyokushinkai", two young sons Vladimir, twelve years old and Valentin, six years old, a beloved wife, dying of cancer mother, and enemies in the wonderful city of Tver. Egor stopped paying "tribute" to the servants of the vile bandit Anatoly Podnebesny a few weeks ago. It was August of the ninety-second, Egor was returning home after training, half of the children did not pay again.
Egor was a patient and kind man, he allowed poor families to train for free, and some children, whom he caught stealing, forcibly brought to school for training. He forced the children to "work out" the crime, one of such loyal and devoted students was a Gypsy. The coach caught the fifteen-year-old kid stealing at the central market, where he sold grown vegetables in the summer season. The kid stole a man's wallet, and he was literally kicked to death if it wasn't for Egor.
– Guys, guys! Good. You'll kill the kid," he yelled, grabbing the unconscious body.
– This scum cut my wallet, let him die! – feeling the blood and excitement, the victim hissed.
– I'll answer for him. Now he's walking under me," Egor said, taking a club from behind the counter.
Looking at the size of the guarantor, the two insulted and humiliated spat on the bloody body and turned around and went.
Egor dragged the kid behind the counter and ran to the phone.
– Vovik, is your car on the move? Come to me, thank you, brother.
Together with his best friend Vladimir, whom he considered a brother, Egor dragged the guy's thin body into the car and drove home. Svetlana the wife was scared, but quickly got her bearings. The family knew that it was impossible to call an ambulance, the police would intervene, and nothing good could be expected from it. The guy was washed, the abrasions and bruises were bandaged, they gave him broth from the cheapest bones through a tube, they ate it themselves, and the body slowly transformed into a live wolf cub. Only his eyes were burning on his face, but it was clear that any movement gave him hell of a pain. Egor introduced him to his family, wife, mother, sons and a friend. The boy didn't speak well, but he listened attentively. Egor took him to his first training session a month later and realized that he had found a great student. The gypsy, so called the kid, did not know his first and last name, judging by the short stories, alcoholic parents threw him into the Tver orphanage from which he escaped. For a couple of years he lived with homeless people and stole what he had to. Egor taught him manners and behavior for a long time, how to go to the toilet without smearing anything around, but he liked something about the kid that he realized in training. The gypsy was burning with passion and love for sports. He poured out all the pain, all the sorrow and sadness in the gym. He looked at Egor as a God, and this was really his religion. The Gypsy, with the help of Egor, graduated from nine grades (the certificate was written out behind his eyes, because the director's chubby son also practiced karate and the Gypsy often protected him from local punks, as a fellow trainee). According to the documents, it was Ivan Ivanovich Tsygankov, working as an apprentice at the factory. In life, he was the best fighter of Tver, Moscow and other regions. On that ill-fated evening, he trained hard in the gym. Egor rented the basement of a neighboring house from the housing department, which was conceived as a parking lot, a Gypsy lived there, looked after the equipment and always brought brilliant cleanliness. The gypsy carefully rolled up a huge poster of Masutatsu Oyama, the founder of the Japanese Kyokushin karate school, and "chinden" – a hieroglyph that became the symbol of the school, i.e. "The Union of Seekers of Absolute Truth." It was a small Japan in the middle of impoverished, criminal Tver.
And on this hot August evening Egor was returning home with heavy thoughts. The market does not bring anything, only ten people go to school, everyone has left for the holidays in the villages, what to pay for the rent of the hall, utilities and, most importantly, what to buy food for the whole family.
An open door on the second floor in a five-storey building did not bode well. Egor taught everyone to close the doors tightly, the first ordinary "dermantine", and the second wooden, heavy with an iron bolt. The bolted door was ajar. Yegor silently descended to the first floor and took a stick for knocking out mailboxes. Silently entering his apartment, he heard the sound of water and moans, slipping into the bathroom, Egor saw his own wife slurping water from the brimming bathroom, where she was dipped with her head, a vile ex-convict drug addict was standing behind her and viciously lifting her robe. Sveta on her bent legs, tried to push off with her hands from the bathroom, but it was her few seconds.
Egor hit his legs with a stick, the convict broke like an aspen. Before he could recover, the fighter hit the bald skull with a stick with such force that pieces of the brain flew across the peeling walls of the old bathroom. Wiping his wife 's face , he asked in a whisper:
– How much?
– Two, – Sveta sobbed, – Egor, the boys …
But Egor was already standing under the door to the bedroom, silently opening the door, he saw that the children were alive. The elder kissed bandit's hand in tears, the younger one peed and there was a huge puddle on the floor under him. Before the children could utter an exclamation of joy, Egor wrung the neck of the second. Instantly grabbed the home phone and said:
– Brother, trouble. Take the gypsy from our training hall.
Under the cover of night, three male figures loaded two bags of potatoes into the trunk of an old Vladimir's car.
They returned in the morning, tired, with burning eyes.
Neither Yegor, nor Volodya, nor the Gypsy, nor the family ever remembered this terrible August evening, as if it had never happened. Egor's mother slept under the influence of sleeping pills in a small room, and when she woke up in the morning, she asked Sveta and the children not to be sad, and that she would definitely recover.
In September, exactly a month later, Anatoly Podnebesny, the head bandit who was looking at Tver and the Tver region, was stabbed in his own market, where he was collecting tribute. The killer in the hood was buying apples from a merchant, and when Podnebesny with his retinue caught up with the counter, the killer allegedly accidentally scattered apples, distracting bulls (security guard) and sixes (servants) and plunged a sharpener right under the heart. The mafioso died instantly, but the killer did not see it, easily jumped over the counter, dived into the warehouse and disappeared through the back door. At the exit from the warehouse, they found gloves and a black, long hoodie with a hood.
On this day, the Gypsy lost a fight on the tatami to Egor when he saw that people who should be afraid entered the hall.
Egor knew one of them, the bandit Kolya of St. Petersburg was a supervisor of a large district in Moscow, and they met at competitions and trained together to pass for a black belt, the first dan.
He didn't know the other two, but he guessed that thieves in law were interested in him.
– Let's get acquainted, nice person. They say you've filled up a lot of Dirty stuff… and finished two of his sixes at home?
– Who's talking? Egor asked calmly.
– Our ears and eyes speak, the source is true. Here they wanted to ask you, did you teach your fighter or did you go to the market to cut a pig yourself? – he coughed, but he didn't take the cigarette out of his mouth, – You see, the damned consumption, I've already leaned back for a long time from the prison, but it's a bitch paw, it's eating me.
– Yes, okay, Gray-haired, you'll live another hundred years, – the third, the most terrible, hoarsely remarked. A short fifty-year-old man, in a beautiful crimson jacket, and in his hands a black leather raincoat. But the eyes. Those eyes burned with a black fire of hatred and malice, as if you were looking into the eyes of the devil himself.
And from the outside it seemed that five men were talking to each other, peacefully discussing the weather and their sores. But only a knowledgeable person understood that after talking with these three, there were blood stains on the walls, shell casings on the floor and heavy black garbage bags.
– I only killed two, they tortured my wife and children, I buried the corpses in the forest, I did everything myself, I didn't touch Podnebesny, I know that he sent the sixers, to take tribute from me, but I don't have money. Children pay for training when they can. Our factory have been closed, everyone has been reduced, families have nothing to eat, they cannot pay for children. And I'll get a little for rent. This is my truth. And you decide whether to believe or not.
– Do you know that your Gypsy failed him?
"I don't know," Egor answered honestly.
The gypsy, who was standing behind and heard everything, came forward:
– I slaughtered a pig, a little dirty. This bitch sent scumbags to the Coach's house. And the Coach, he's for me… like a father… more… and my mother is there and my brothers.... If it weren't for the bulls, I would have crushed this bitch with my hands until his vile blue tongue fell out.
The gypsy made this speech, the longest in his entire life.
And Kolya of St. Petersburg smiled: "Well, well, it's good to shake your snot on your fist, like women blurred, let go of another tear, asshole, look what a sentimental killer, he also chose a noble goal, a mother. Straight Bruce Lee against the Japanese.
– The Japanese are stronger, – said the Gypsy.
– Talk to me, puppy. Silence, grown-up uncles says.
Kolya finished this light skirmish with the Gypsy and defused the situation a little.
The third spoke and everyone fell silent.
– Egor, you will now be Gosha Tverskoy. Drove yours forever. You will walk under me. I'm holding Moscow, my guys control all the districts, I'm responsible for the general staff. I didn't like Tolya Dirty Podnebesny for a long time. There were a lot of complaints about him. He got involved with scumbags, he left too much dirt behind. He brought down one good, honest cop, now serious people have taken up arms against our inner circle. In general, your Gypsy did us a favor. But it was also not put by the last people, so your kid can get to be dead at any time. Take care of him, if he does not get caught, he will become an important person, according to concepts.
Next, train the children. My guys will come to you in the gym, take care of them. I don't take money from you, prepare good fighters for me. They will be engaged separately.
After this terrible ninety-second came the stage of formation and ascent. Egor started taking children to competitions, then founded a couple more schools in the region. When the hall in the basement in Tver could no longer accept those who wished, Egor moved to Moscow and opened the largest Kyokushin Karate school in all of Russia. Studying with Gosha Tversky was a matter of honor for all self-respecting authorities and fighters. Gosha put his friend Vladimir to train children's groups up to 15 years old, and he studied with adults. The school was wildly popular. He honestly gave part of the money from competitions, fees and certifications to the general bandit's staff, for this there have never been inspections and authorities in his schools. All teenage children from policia families to State Duma deputies dreamed of getting into Egor Levin's fight school, but the coach immediately cut off the spoiled, arrogant and drug addicts. Some offended parents came to deal with the arrogance of the coach and why the driver brought the stoned teenager from training ahead of time, but Egor immediately showed a legal document, a contract signed by the parents that alcohol and drug intoxication were not allowed in the section. Moreover, he had such a "roof" that he would have done without documents. For the fact that now his family was safe, he paid faithfully to the main Moscow bandits. Now, when the eldest studied at an elite lyceum, the youngest went to kindergarten with an English-speaking nanny, his mother had an operation and the tumor was removed (doctors predicted at least another ten to fifteen years of life), and his wife was smart and beautiful, opened her beauty salon on Tverskaya Street, symbolic for them, and dreamed of a daughter. The family did not know that every day their father and the head of the family could not come home alive. He went to all the major showdowns, participated in shootouts and changed cars affected by bullets. His family was guarded by fighters who were trained by Egor himself. Volodya and Gypsy always took turns being next to the family and Gosha Tversky.
At gatherings, former convict authorities shunned him because he was not sitting in prison. But communicating, watching the courage of the fighter, the training of youngsters, which he was engaged in, counting the money that the fighting business brought all over Russia, even the most inveterate and frostbitten were imbued with respect for him. Gosha Tverskoy became an authority without prison, soldering and sharpening.
In the ninety-fourth, an attempt was made on him and his family, he took the family to the south of Russia, bought a house from the Kotenko family, met Valya's parents, Valya and helped them move to Marino district in Moscow, but they did not lose the Levin and Kotenko family ties. While Egor's family lived as hermits, Valya's parents often visited them in the summer, Egor ordered to build a guest house for Valya's family, which was cooler in terms of amenities and decoration than their own. And he said that they could come to visit at any time. Valentina quickly became friends with Vova and her namesake Valentin, who was younger. When the family was safe, Egor returned to Moscow. With his army of guys, he dealt with everyone who tried to kill his family. A few years later, he had buildings in the center of Moscow, restaurants, hotels and markets in his hands. Had given his friend and brother Volodya the entire sports business and the management of schools, Egor and his faithful shadow Gypsy began to move away from the criminal business. Egor began to legalize objects, to formalize "clean" law firms, where Ivan Ivanovich Tsygankov was the founder. The time of wringing out and lawlessness was coming to an end and Egor quickly realized that the power of papers, legal documents is more important than the power of machine guns and bombs. Egor sent his army of loyal guys to study at the best economic schools in Europe. He and the Gypsy flew all over America and Asia, of course with his family. Returning after a year of traveling, Gosha Tverskoy got a breath of fresh breath, seeing the new world with his own eyes, he realized that the future is in development, growth, knowledge. Egor invested all the money he earned in franchises of enterprises. Foreigners, seeing that an era of development was coming in Russia, willingly negotiated with him. The guys who received training headed construction companies, restaurants, hotels and key management positions. The era of fighters is over – the era of brains has begun. Egor took loans for his companies from foreign banks, shopping centers grew like mushrooms. Every self-respecting brand tried to buy a place in the mall under construction in advance.
Egor bought a mansion on Rublevka, moved his family there, but did not remove the guard for old times' sake. A person from the nineties will never trust the calm of the noughties.
– Yes, Valentina, – Egor loved the Kotenko family, in the corrupt and rotten world of overindulged millionaires, this is the only family he respected, and which categorically refused to accept his financial assistance. – Why don't you come to visit, Vovka missed you, the little too.
– Egor Ivanovich, I need your help. My sister is in trouble. A bad man offended her, and now he's trying to throw money at her.
– Valya, are you all right, are you okay?
– Yes, I am okey, everything is fine.
– Now the Gypsy will arrive, give me the address.
Chapter 10
Nina walked to the subway, dragging her feet. The life left the bright, cheerful girl, as all the air left the balloon. During this night of waiting, Nina has matured by at least ten years. Now it was not a young, gentle, light ninth-grader who looked into your eyes, but a sophisticated, experienced, adult girl who was poisoned, betrayed, abandoned, and then, she almost lost her mother through her own fault. Nina remembered this lesson for the rest of her life, crying at night in the hospital over her mother. They say that children are cruel and selfish, it's true. The older they get, the more they appreciate and understand, the more often they pay attention to how their parents are aging, how valuable it is to be around, to feel like a child while the mother and father are alive. And the parents.... parents end their lives, they begin preparing for a long and painful exam "were you a good parent for your child". And they, sparing no effort: take them to mugs, check (hammer) with lessons, help to get a diploma, worry about work, worry about family life, help with the purchase of housing, nurse grandchildren and teach how to properly educate. And this exam for parents lasts a lifetime, because they stop living for themselves and thinking about themselves. There are exceptions. But you and I don't know such people, right? (The author sneakily giggles into the iPhone screen, the author knows such people and wholeheartedly feels sorry for these unhappy, angry, lonely people).
Nina's mother was sure that she had not passed her life exam, that she had not brought up her daughter correctly, if she was still alive. Looking for Nina at night in the metro area, parks, sleeping area, Tatiana Sergeevna mentally drew the dismembered corpse of her girl at the trash, or in the river, or near the bushes. Her heart was pounding, a stone hoop was squeezing her chest, it was getting harder to breathe, and her mother wandered around until dawn and howled only one thing: Nina, Nina, my girl, Lord have mercy, for what? Now Nina was taking the exam, she must prove to her sister, her sick mother and herself that she is strong, she is brave, she is smart and she will atone for all mistakes at the cost of bravery and courage.
Gypsy, Egor's right-hand man, was so professional in his field, solving problems, that he overdid the organization of the operation according to the forces involved.
At the age of twenty-five, the Gypsy knew and was able to do much more than some forty-year-old men.
In those far terrible nineties, Egor pulled him out of the pit and practically saved him from death, and for this the Gypsy paid him with his devotion and his life. No one knew how old he really was, fifteen, twenty, twenty-five. The doctor and part-time friend of Egor determined the age of the internal organs of development by fifteen to sixteen years, but no one knew how long the boy was starving and completely slowed down in development physically. Then showing his psychiatrist friend, Egor was extremely surprised by the results. Alexander Alekseevich Samokhin, a psychiatrist, observed all of Egor's fighters, then opened his practice with his help, but he did not trust anyone with admissions to competitions, issuing belts, certifications and examining all of his friend's wards.
After examining the Gypsy and talking with him, Alexander asked the boy to wait, and invited Egor to his office.
