DETECTIVE Stories – 3. V. Speys
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boost, like running, jumping, as a child. Laugh and love. But loneliness bears a invisible veil, restricting movement, causing sadness. He could not help remembering his grandfather with it was so good. His eyes large black eyes often stayed at Mr. array of gold rings, memory Granddaddy.
One day, as usual after work, Dmitry came to a favorite place by the river with a bottle of champagne Coy. Today is his first quarterly bonus. He got the money, put it all on the passbook, leaving some food and one bottle of champagne, decided to drink in honor of this event. Undressed on the golden sand, uncork a bottle, foaming stream, hissing spilled on the sand. After waiting when the last remnants of its drops fell to the feet, and only then, he turned it, and drank from the bottle all at once. Tossing the bottle, he jumped to his feet, and quickly jumped into the cold river and swam for a long time, is that out of the water. Cold body, pleasantly touched the warm sand, like when he was a child warm stove in the winter. Basking pleasant languor of heat, he collapsed on the sand, raking his fingers through his loose weight showered themselves. The wine is pleasant balm has hit in the head, paint the setting sun became more contrast and the sun gilding the beach beam suddenly turned into gold grains. Dmitri watched in surprise change in color of sand as the sand was like gold. He began to pour out of the palm of your hand palm.
– “Just think of it, and then the sand and the sand is, the only difference is not in the big, the gold, and it’s just so microscopic pieces of stones.”
It came into possession of the largest grain of sand, brought it to the ring, comparing its color with the color of gold on the ring. Then he threw a grain of sand and involuntarily began to consider a ring of ancient works. It is interesting to find out when it did the jeweler? Father, I remember, said that this ring he got from his grandfather, and he gave some kind of pan, for my grandfather saved his life, breaking up the robbers robbed Pana coach. Dmitry carefully removed a ring from his finger and began to twirl it in his hands. Looking suddenly caught a barely discernible ledge. Hook nail, guessed the guy hooking and pulling the tab to the top. The upper part suddenly moved, revealing the inner emptiness. Dmitry tried several times to open and close the patterned gold cap. It closes silently easy to open as it does not require much effort,. “So this hidden poison in the ring!” – Imbued guess the thought. Suddenly an arrow pierced another thought. Dmitry lightning on his feet. Find a bottle of champagne, he took her trembling hands.
– “To think that a kilogram a kilogram. If you take the three dollars per gram, there are three thousand dollars! And in rubles if one gram of say, two hundred rubles, th, two hundred thousand.” His head was spinning from the suddenly open gold mining. And now, when Dmitri came ashore, he had long waited, and then making sure that he had not been watching, he went to a secluded place and poured the golden sand of the ring into the neck of a bottle of champagne.
So it went in the winter, and even in the dead of winter. To do this he had to become a walrus. Pour the gold, he plunged into the hole, then rubbed red body and wrapped in Midwife tallow-toe, left.
After working for the put term, more cheerful, he designed vacation. Neighbors in bed, working guys have noticed a change in Dmitri. He tried to please them all, and for this was communicative, shirt guy, sparing no money for drinks and snacks in the payday. And guys are not stingy with honors accompanied him on vacation. Dmitry decided to go to the village. But the wasps leave its main aim, of course was selling stolen gold and accountable, he decided to sell in Moscow, did not know…
Dmitry for that arrived in Moscow and stayed in a hotel. Bottle of golden sand lying on the bottom of the duffel bag wrapped in linen underwear. This bag he instinctively shoved under the bed, which is now lying in the clothes of imagining himself a millionaire. Of course the gold warm feelings, but now it is realized, that is the question? Racked head guy. Neither your relations or friends, no one. No one knows him from the clandestine buyers of stolen jewels, so how can that be? He bought a newspaper advertisement, where on the page, buy, almost the whole page was devoted to buying scrap gold, sand and metal drag. When he was looking for a hotel room, then another, and gold buyers saw the advertisement in the form panels where the front and back in large letters was written “Buying gold, scrap, sand.” Ads in the newspaper guy inspired confidence and he decided not to call Declared-mends, and come up with a small portion of the sand and offer buyers-street. So did he held in his hand while holding a plastic bag all day, not daring to go to street buyers, which counted as many as six different parts of the city. And I decided that the break for a few bags of sand and will offer various buyers-up, will not come true until the whole batch. For a start it was necessary to sell a single package. It’s for faithfulness took two ready-made package, and in the morning left the hotel. I decided to go in a taxi on the Arbat, there is also a certain gold buyers. At the park, leading into Arbat, Dmitri stopped and began to look through the eyes of the buyer. Just sitting on the bench alone with a cigarette. It was obvious that the person advertising sat down to rest. Dmitri rushed toward him, sat beside him.
– You free? – I asked. Sitting advertising man did not answer, just looked at the scattered Dmitry sleepy blue eyes.
– “What would he say that?” – Frantically flashed the thought in your head, do not have to immediately start with the sentence, and then: -Tell me where you can buy American cigarettes?
– You’re that fell from the oak? Do you know that on every corner and in every kiosk selling? – Drag on his cigarette with relish “Marlboro” man advertising, then take a closer look at his neighbor, blowing smoke. – Listen, man, I do not need to talk nonsense! I can see that you need. Tell me how much and be done with it.
– Well pack.
– And money is enough?
– “Yes, he is a fool, or what?” – Dmitry thought irritably, but decided to continue – Enough!
– Drive a hundred dollars and all yours. – The guy pulled out a bag of white powder in the plastic package and handed Dmitri.
– Why so expensive?
– You’re a fool, or what? It’s heroin, the highest standard.
Dmitri suddenly glad of such a meeting, because with this person, you can safely sell at least the entire bottle of golden sand. Darker still digging in your pocket stretched a hundred dollars, and took the bag, hidden in his pocket. Dmitry has boldly said:
– Listen, man, I have items that you want to sell. I promise you ten percent of the total profit.
– Show! – I said with unconcealed spark interest in the view of a person advertising. Dmitry trembling hand, I took a test package, with about ten grams of gold dust. The man took the bag, examined it and then asked: – A lot?
– Ten grams.
– I do not how much you have it?
– With kilograms typed.
– Wait for me tomorrow with the goods! – Advertising man stood up and casually walks left his advertising buy gold on the chest and back.
The next day, Dmitry was sitting in the park on the spot. At his shoulder was a duffel bag, which he held in his lap. He was approached by three men after them came the familiar man in a denim suit. He greeted him and said:
– Let’s go to the car.
He sat in the back seat of white “Mercedes”, and soon found themselves all have some – something lost in the grove near Moscow dacha. There’s a room furnished with antique furniture waiting for him groomed kind gray-haired man.
– Product! – He said shortly logged along with the entire company, a person advertising. He nodded Dmitry shows a pier.
Dmitri took out a bottle of champagne. Bottle took one of the new arrivals, health-th gray-haired fellow and presented. He opened it, removing the cork, poured the sand into his palm, looked at the golden sand, then shook him to the floor.
– Can