DETECTIVE Stories – 3. V. Speys
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rod. This done, he gave one rod Oleg with the words:
– Here, each gently grope ground.
They began meter by meter probes pierce the soft ground, listening to the sounds stumble upon something probe.
– I think found. – I withdraw Oleg.
When Igor came up to him, Oleg began to stick the probe into the ground at each butting heard the sound of metal on metal, dim ground.
– Let’s shovel.
Igor gave Oleg Sapper shovel as those enjoyed by soldiers. Oleg began to gently dig. Soon the dull glint of metal. Igor Oleg removed himself hands gently began to rake the sand, shell lying on the hands of Igor. He mentally weighed the load. Kilo three, four. With these thoughts, Igor said: – Now let’s stand back away, I’ll try it out.
– And you dealt with them?
– In the army, I was a sapper, and before you go here, delved into the computer all I know, and then how to make a magnetic mine, and run it as a simple mobile phone signals. Get away from harm’s way! – Igor sternly ordered.
Comrade listened departed, and just in case hidden behind a tree trunk. Oleg sat under a tree with five minutes, could not stand it, all the same Igor thoroughly savvy. He is stepping cautiously, he came from behind to someone over his shoulder and watched the manipulation of Igor. He specially prepared pincers tried to unscrew the head shell, where the fuse and he has managed to turn her. At the same time, Igor noticed the shadow of a friend and startled, involuntary jerking shell. There was a stunned a deafening explosion. Echoes from the explosion swept echoes of war, far from the forest, down to the river Irpen and it was quiet on the opposite bank of sand. People gathered at the scene discovered a huge crater exploding shells hidden under the ground. Nearby, in the thirty meters of land in were found two abandoned backpack…
Ghost
– I want to live! I have to take everything from life! – Almost screaming with pain in his voice these words a tall, broad man to his companion. – We need to find a way out.
– I think that there is a solution – a calm voice replied a second – but we do not eat it-knowledge. Have to search. – Answered friend.
– Why do others turn their money as they please? Why they can buy an expensive car, build a cottage, drinking expensive cognac aged, women, and have all the benefits?
– Yes bro! And here you are Serge, not fucking have not fuck will not be! – Interrupted his friend. – Imagine, Serge, that we could have if we had to you, well, at least a hundred thousand dollars?
Sergei is tempting to remark friend, tilted her head towards him and said:
– Sing, is not transferable, firstly, we have given up on the south. There would lead themselves in order. Then our old dream could be realized b. We would have gone with you abroad, where it would be possible to open a case or whether, and without worries, having fun, today, say in Japan tomorrow in Argentina or in Hawaii paradise to spend the night in a circle of beautiful fairies. Drink expensive wine and live among the pleasures of earthly paradise.
– Serge, I want you back on the ground. In the first one hundred thousand dollars you can not open the case in Western countries, where wealthy businessmen and visionaries such as you to the wealth of a dime a dozen. A fierce competition out there, so if you do not have sufficient support in the community is a penny you price your hundred thousand dollars.
– I feel like a million dollars three four we should appear. But as I can not think of anything.
Two friends Sergey and Peter walked on the avenue of the park dreaming of the rich life. One in a rumpled, which gave V-types dressed in gray, the other in a windbreaker with a hood and sweatpants. The rays of the setting sun lit up even the tops of maples and lindens and betrayed the gloomy park bright vibrant look, getting tangled in the leaves rustling in the breeze. Sergei was higher Igor. His stately tightened figure and the face, the embodiment of virile male beauty, come Wail his mysterious and romantic look. But his eyes, looked poignantly of a frown ever in moments of irritation flashed wildly flickering lights of irony. He loved women, he liked the appearance of women, but his eyes, human eyes greedy and cunning always repelled them. He also thought that with the obtaining of money it reaches all. Yes, life is not spoiled Sergei their sweets. Early deprived of his parents, he had 14 years of work on the farm assistant blacksmith, seven years after finishing school. When he was fifteen and eighteen he raped her and got to the dock. And after serving a ten-year sentence, he, being already adult man with a gray streak on the jet-black head, decided that youth is gone, that time is lost, that life has played a trick on him. What the people around him is entirely thieves and hacks. What an honest living, he will not reach all of that so colorfully painted and draws his imagination. And he, Sergey Konotop, frantically crave money. He felt their rough touch in my dreams. He saw a pile of crisp packs on his desk. But he had to open his eyes, like a ghost money swam, flew, teasing and daring imagination. Sergei Konotopskiy uniformly dressed in wearing a gray suit with the eternally crumpled trousers and black laced shoes. But the shirts were always white, clean laundered and smoothed with an unbuttoned collar, which is viewed through a powerful bull neck. The plant in the blacksmith shop, he carefully dressed in the locker room in a clean robe, which is often carried home and washed, because could not stand the filth that surrounded his whole way of life. Both at work and in the park with a friend Pyotr Alexeyevich Garkusha, which was a good cafe. They drank beer, walked the park and dreaming about big money.
Peter Garkusha unlike his friend was slightly lower than his companion. Blond hair, well combined with the color tasteful shirt, this time he was wearing denim trousers and boots fashion platform, complemented his clothes thrown over the shoulders was a gray jacket with a hood. The correct oval face, thin profile chiseled nose and blue eyes irresistibly feminine act on women. He was endowed by nature, and all looks and respectable life, but growing up without a father. Mother, she thought, well bred son. She graduated from the school, his successfully entered road in college and after graduating, he worked in scientific and research institute of the designer. Having tried all the temptations of life, he sank into an apathetic contemplation of the world, becoming in his twenty-five years, the young man with the soul of the old man. Peter was attracted to Sergey, as a person to crave fruits partaking of them. He was interested in the community adult child, to find those nuggets of wasted energy and effort that so sparkled in the eyes of other caustic. He lived another, he wanted all of what one wanted and thought he wanted money. Ideas mining money came unbelievable, but all seemed absurd and ridiculous. Tired of their friends on the past will go happily through the alley without thinking about anything.
Sergei said suddenly, looking at the girl walking in front of a huge black German shepherd dog breed:
– My grandfather, I remember, was a sorcerer.
– Ha, ha, ha! – Peter laughed – How long did you think about it?
– Do not laugh. I seriously.. – the concentration of said Sergei. And after a pause, he added: – I got him some power seems called hypnosis.
– Well, you try it out?
– I did not believe at first, and then…
– Wait, let’s see if this is the case, then… Here! Quickly you must inculcate the girl that she is not a dog and a man.
– What, so soon?
– And you, what powerful magician? You think I’m kidding?
Sergei looked indifferently at each other and said feebly: – Well, good try. – With these words Sergey focused, making the stone face and stared at the front going to twenty meters from friends, a girl with a dog.
Peter watched him, walking around, trying not to breathe. He suddenly keenly felt some ma-cal therefore, became suddenly strange, face each other. Peter curiously