The teacher. Ksenia Albertovna Nikitina
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do you mean, Charlie? I don't want to start a war with the Turks! The East End is in danger of being overturned! Group leaders, their pregnant wives and children will die! Too much blood. Good fucking morning.»
His fingers reached for the liquor, passing him an unopened bottle of whiskey.
«That’s life. This is business.» Charlie ended his fucking Serenade by asking the Jew to put a bullet in his face.
Thomas ran from corner to corner. Yes, he was caught between two very favourable lights. He followed the rule, of course: «to deceive a pagan is sanctity,» so Thomas went around the world and deceived everyone for his own benefit. If Shulman wasn't such a liar, he wouldn't have anything right now. «hire security from Charlie, but cooperate with Ahmet?» It's like a whore sitting on two cocks at the same time and pretending that everything is fine, simulating pleasure, while these same members RUB against each other more than necessary. On the other hand, it was a double benefit that Shulman was most concerned about right now.
«Damn it! I cut my finger!» Charlie said, pressing a bloody finger to his lips.
«What kind of blood? Period or what the fuck? Tom chuckled and leaned back in his chair, but Charlie didn't appreciate the joke and kept looking at him .
Oh, those glassy English eyes, empty and stranger. The only consolation after a lousy day for Thomas was usually Lily and her hugs, which he burrowed into like a little boy, and all Thomas had to do was pee in his pants. But she hadn't spoken to him in almost a week.
«You shouted at me! She beeped into the phone after his twenty-fourth call. Of course, Thomas yelled at her because she did what he told Lily not to do.
«I'll pick you up at three tomorrow.»
Oh, that stupid fish. A little more, and she will fall for the Jewish hook, after which it will be very difficult for her, but for now let her play pranks and twist Thomas as much as she wants.
Part X
Tom picked her up at three, as promised. He didn't want to go inside, so Tom got out of the car, admiring the view.
«This is a village….»
«Like it?» Isaac asked with a smile, leaning out of the window.
«This is the worst place you can imagine. Disgusting!»
A distant village, fields, meadows, vegetables, fruits – and no smog. It is quiet, peaceful and, it seems, even cosy. Finally, Lily left the house. Tom turned at the creak of the door and froze. Before that, he had seen a clumsy but pretty girl in an old University uniform and scuffed boots. She looked like a child whose mother doesn't take good care of her. Now the ugly duckling has been replaced by a wonderful Swan. All her beauty and tenderness were hidden under the worn-out rags and the weight of unfeminine work, weighed down by hard study. She was wearing a straight cream dress with a low waist and a short train that only reached her knees. Judging by its softness and lightness, the silk is decorated with lace. Tights on slender legs and pumps with lots of rhinestones. Makeup and short-cropped hair are very good. She came closer, and Tom swam at last, seeing her childish and so wonderfully beautiful. Lily pouted a little, saying that she was still resentful of him and a little angry. Shulman put her in the car, where a bouquet of flowers was waiting for her.
«Flowers?» She smiled, holding up the white roses that pricked her with their thorns, and piped, «Did you happen to be struck by lightning today?»
«You're still clumsy…» Tom said, paying more attention to the pricked finger that was gushing blood.
Lily's breathing was uneven, so he was doing everything right.
«Can we kiss? You're beautiful.» Thomas asked defiantly, moving closer to her lips.
Lily pushed him away, her eyes flashing coquettishly, seeking first apology, then remorse, and finally submission.
«Forgive me, naughty creature, for raising my voice one tone, right? Lily laughed, pushed Tom away, and put her hands on His chest, but he wrapped his arms around her waist, leaving a submission, «What the fuck are you looking at, pervert?»
Shulman looked in the mirror at the driver, who glanced at them from time to time.
«Wait until we start making babies here and you can get your dick out, huh?»
Thomas forgot who he was with, released his Jewish and boorish guts, burying his «true» self again.
«Shame on you, Mr. Shulman. Now it's my turn to hit you with a ruler?» Lily laughed, squirming from his kisses on her neck, which tickled rather than aroused her and Tom.
«Now I'll show you the ruler!»»
She laughed at everything, smiled and laughed heartily, and it wasn't until she went to College that Thomas realized she was pretty.
«Hey! Where have you been drinking, girl?!» Thomas was surprised to smell alcohol on Lily's breath.
She stuck her tongue out at him and then breathed in his face to prove otherwise. The smell of her favourite Apple caramels and the faintest hint of brandy, damn brandy.
«I'm completely sober ,Tommy,» she said, straightening her dress and getting out of the car.
«Yes, I see! Where did you drink it? With whom? Can I come with you?» Tom wanted to go to a party and then take her to some nice place where they would celebrate their graduation.
«No, you'll scare all the guys away!» Lily gave Thomas a quick peck on the cheek and flew away, merging with a group of equally wild students, now graduates.
«What does it mean to scare off guys? What the fuck?» He asked himself as he paced the corridors of the bar, making comments to every waiter he met, glancing at the slowly ticking clock, then returning it to his jacket pocket.
Here it is, the return of a woman, and the wind in a young head. A week ago, she had ridden it after the exam, and today Thomas was already a Scarecrow. When did it become «bring and serve»? The feeling of being cheated was overwhelming. Shulman didn't know if it was annoyance or resentment, but something gnawed at him and made him very angry, maybe jealousy? Stupid feelings that for the first time he couldn't explain to himself, no matter how hard he tried.He had promised to pick her up at eight and bring her home at nine-thirty, but the body had disappeared before that. They arrived at the small cafe after seven.
«So, give or take half an hour of nonsense, Yes,» Thomas croaked to the driver, «Go get Lily, and now» he waved a hand at the pub, «Don't scare the girls there, big guy!»
Tom got out of the car, put on his glasses, and looked around the cafe, the most complete the world had ever seen. A few seconds later, Isaac returned with nothing, or rather no one, with open arms.
«Not pass. She says she has half an hour left.»
Thomas scratched his reddened ear in anger.
Shulman went to the cafe. The smell of cheap booze, or rather, fucking methyl alcohol and sleeping pills dissolved in it, immediately hit him in the nose. The damned Turks didn't hesitate to poison the English with methylated spirits and pills, just to fuck as many women as possible. These freaks were rarely given credit for their lousy nature-hypocrisy. A quarter of the poor and even well-to-do ladies gave themselves up to these bug-eyed degenerates, and then these half-baked gentlemen trumpeted all over good old England English women were whores.Thomas ran to the table where Lily was sitting. She raised a clean glass of drink to her lips and smiled cheerfully at her friends, who were sitting with their boys, who were old enough. They were still like children to Thomas, just as Lily had been when she was a little girl. Loud laughter, the hum and noise of adult girls drinking the wrong things to drink in their twenties. As he approached, Tom strained his eyes to read the name on the label: «Tenebre» which literally meant «dark». That's what they pumped up insatiable young men, and then fucked them and threw them into ravines with mutilated bodies. Nothing could be more stupid .Tom moved closer, closer to Lily, who took a small SIP when she saw him, and then he knocked the glass out of her slender fingers with his fist, which shattered on the tile floor. She rose from her seat. Thomas was a little surprised that he didn't break her front teeth with a blow, grabbing her arm and pulling