Code of honor. Storybook - страница 8

"You have to be at the parade by six, full, clean and shaved," the uninvited guest said, pointing to his beard.

"Wait, I haven't agreed to work with you yet?»

"Do you mind?"– don't looking back already sitting in the doorway, delivered the guy.

It was somehow not with his hands, and feeling his intonation is insecure.

"No…" I said hoarsely.

"So, until six in the morning" – a man slammed the door.

***

I have been so delicious did not eat, Yes, frankly, do not remember eating there ever be something like that. In the left package there were fresh vegetables, baked ham, two kinds of sausages, shrimp in vinegar, fresh loaf, Ukrainian bread, red caviar – tasty…, and some convolutions with cookies and some sweets.

Rights was Alentova in the movie "Moscow does not believe in tears," saying that after forty life is just beginning. Full and happy I lay down on the sofa, turned on the old TV and dozed off quietly.

***

A knock on the door woke me up. When I opened it, I saw the same man who promised to stop by at six in the morning yesterday.

"Yeah, well, I didn't think you'd be ready for shit by six, so I stopped by at five in the morning. Get ready, come on – " he told me as I was already running into the bathroom with a towel.

By half-past six I was ready, and we moved to the exit. In the car sat another man-the driver, he gave me a hand with a hundred dollars, and we have reigned full of love and mutual respect.

A couple of hours driving on a country road. The boys didn't drop a word. When we turned to the abandoned warehouse, which was crowded with people, the driver gave me the trunk and said:

"You are able to address as far as I know, among those guys ours isn't present so if that, don't spare cartridges. We will speak, and you little by little delve."

We've stayed in. Exited. We were surrounded by seven healthy guys with machine guns, one of them took a step forward.

"Hey guys," yelled our driver, obviously not sociable of companions.

"Let's get down to business" – calm and measured voice stretched out to us hunched boy. Then my new bald friend came out to the guys.

"Che there, our boys did not share? Was, like all agreements, it's ours, it's yours, all in the subject, why talk about that place?»

"It used to be so, now it's different. So that is not the topic you get. This is the spot we took control of last week, and your boys went in there, so they didn't just shoot the boys. If the "Cossack"is not enough, and you can put here, then surely will understand what's what."

"Not dust, mate, well put, we pair the three of you to the light will catch and that will be of little, there will be new arrows, raids, boys will continue to crumble, and yours and ours. This Saturday will be a gathering, let Matthew come, all poreshat there yourself, install a new partition or leave the former, that's their business. And there already will look, to whom where to go will not have. Will solve the problem in your direction, no questions will fall off…»

"Wait, make the call, Matthew will decide," replied the opponent.

While the guy explained the situation to his master, I understand that may last seconds of breathing in the white light, that if we will give him a waiver, it will put us here in a moment, and then nobody even will remember about us, about me. I looked at the sky, it was clear, looked at the trees around, at the grass … then took off the fuse gun in his pocket and seriously began to observe the situation.