The stable life was always rich and diverse, and today, in the evening, when Alexey already wanted to go to change clothes to go home, he heard that someone from the horses was digging. It is the very first sign of horse colic when, with cramps in the stomach from indigestion, the horse begins to dig the bedding beneath itself, trying to relieve the pain. A colic is a regular event at any stable. They can have come from rotting hay, loose oats, or it is just a reaction of the body to the change of weather in old horses.
Alexey knew what to do if this happened. During the time he spent at the stable, he had seen enough of such colic, and even with fatal outcomes, since it was not always possible to save the horse from an obstruction in the intestines.
Alexey, quickly coming into Ampere’s stall and seeing that it was covered with sweat over the sides, put a halter and led it into the aisle to walk. Having reached the storeroom, he called Petrovich, who, seeing the horse, shouted to Makha and instructed her to rush to the infirmary for the doctor on duty.
Lyosha continued to walk his horse down the stable aisle, the horse intestines relaxed slightly at a walk, and this reduced pain and spasms. Gradually, such a step could even normalize the horse bowel work, but this did not always help, it all depended on the specific case.
After two hours, during which they all: the veterinarian, Petrovich, Lyosha, and Masha rescued the horse by giving it an enema, pouring a weak solution with vodka into his mouth and stepping, and then putting the catheter with the solution and again walking along the aisle, they came to a more or less stable result.
The veterinarian left the saline and said that in two hours it was necessary to drip the horse three more liters, then walk a little and by the morning, depending on its condition, to drip the saline again. She strictly warned that they would not leave the horse unattended, but check it constantly, as the repeated symptoms of colic could recur at any time. Having said all this, Maria Sergeevna left.
Petrovich absently looked around, realizing that he was not ready to do this himself all night long.
"Lyosh, can you stay to help?" he asked.
"I am now running into the main building, I'll call home. If everything is fine with my grandmother, then I will stay."
"Come on, run."
And Alyosha ran through the racetrack of the hippodrome already dark in the night to the main building, knowing that the person on duty had a landline telephone and he would allow him to call.
His grandmother's cheerful voice pleased him that meant today she felt fine, and he could be with the sick horse all night. This was not the first time that he was on duty. Grandmother, of course, scolded him but allowed to stay at the stable.
Lyoshka rushed back on the jump.
Masha and the rest of the girls, wishing him good luck, went home. Of course, they could have stayed too, but after all, Ampere was his horse, he was responsible for it, and that meant that he had to heal it. These are the unspoken rules on any stable.
***
Ampere stood in the loose box, tied for the lead rope, which was attached to the halter and then to the lattice, all this did not allow it to lie down. With colic, it was impossible to allow the horse to lie in order to avoid a twisted gut. Lyosha knew all this and therefore checked the knot again on the lead rope so that it would not be untied. But Ampere came to terms with his fate and calmly stood with his eyes closed dozing while saline was poured into his neck vein through a tube. Alexey stood next to him and controlled the whole process.
The time was approaching midnight when he heard the noise of a driving car, and then the pops of doors. He walked around the horse and stood up so that he was not visible. At the stable, carrying bags in two hands, Nazar passed, he was very shaky, and apparently, he was already drunk.
Lyosha sat in the stall, waiting for the other mobsters, but no one else passed. He was surprised that today Nazar arrived alone.
Five minutes later Petrovich came out of the storeroom and looked into the loose box with Ampere and Alexey.
"Nazar has arrived ... something happened to him ... you sit quietly here, do not roam much in the stable, he will still have a drink in the storeroom."
Seeing that Alexey nodded, Petrovich retired to the room.
Not but that Lyosha was afraid of Nazar's arrival, just now, when the horse life was threatened, he didn’t want to be kicked again. He had to be with a horse. This was important now. If it were not for the horse, he would generally proudly walk out into the aisle, removing his hat from his head and showing his hairstyle, which these scumbags did not like. But not now...
***
Nazar got to his Natashka not soon. There was a lot to do with Arkhipovsky and the business of Sarychev. During this time, they several times got involved in showdowns with shootouts, there were even some spectacular chases on the Moscow Ring Road with shooting and throwing Arkhipovsky’s cars off the road. For all these events, he did not have time to get to her, but as soon as a slight lull formed, Nazar, having bought a huge bouquet of pink roses, two packages of food and drink and an expensive engagement ring with a diamond, rushed to her.
Natasha met him strangely cold and, accepting a bouquet, said that they needed to talk. Nazar stiffened but walked into the kitchen, where he sat on a stool and lit up. Natasha remained standing in the doorway of the kitchen, putting the flowers on the table, and leaving the packages on the floor untouched.
"Has anything happened to you?" Nazar decided that something could happen to a person during this time, and he was not even interested in her life.
"I'm alright…"
"Then first let me say... Here it is."
Nazar opened the box with the ring and set it on the table.
"Let's get married."
Natasha took a box with a ring, her eyes flashed with delight because of the size of this diamond and beauty of the ring; it was gold with white gold, intertwined with a scattering of small diamonds, and this stone in the center. A very large diamond glittered with fascinating magic lights in its depth. But then she forced herself to put the box back on the table.
"I will not marry you."
"Is something wrong?"her answer hurt Nazar, but he did not show it.
"Everything is all right!" This conversation had already begun to annoy Natasha, besides in half an hour Andrey was to come to her. "I do not love you. I do not love! Is it enough?"
"Yes."
Nazar slowly got up and walked to the exit. At the doorstep, Natasha caught him up and shoved up a box with a ring into his clenched palms.
"Take it."
Nazar walked out of her apartment door and heard the slam of the door being closed behind his back, it echoed deeply in the soul with pain. Right now, standing on the landing area and holding a box with a ring in his hand, he understood the whole essence of the expression: “To crap a soul up”. Yes, that's how he now felt himself and his soul, which was crapped.
Of course, in their relationship, he also was not completely honest with her. And during this time, he with the guys several times participated in boozes with prostitutes in the bathhouse. But it was a part of his life. He could not help being there, he was the leader, the leader of the pack, he had to be with everyone and share their way of life. Although in general, this year he really tried to improve and was preparing for family life, where there should be no place for adultery, so he spent all his free time with her. Well, he could not be blamed for stinginess. Everything that she wanted, he bought, even without delving into the value of these things and in general, why she needed them in such quantity. He liked to provide Natasha, and he was ready to gradually change his life, to settle down to married life: to get a wife and then kids. He wanted to have children, necessarily a son, and a daughter. Probably, in dreams, he already imagined everything, how he would continue to live and build his life. But for some reason, his dreams were trampled in the mud. He only could not understand why? What did he do wrong? Why didn’t she love him for all this time? Why did she reject him?
Nazar felt disgusting.
At first, he thought to go to the lads and organize a bathhouse visit with them to call the best prostitutes of Moscow. But then he realized that he did not want anything, much less want to see anyone and talk to someone. He needed to be alone with himself, with his thoughts, with his pain. He needed a place where he could relieve feelings.
So he came to the stables. Petrovich already wanted to leave, but, naturally, he stayed longer, agreeing to have a drink with him. So they drank. In the intervals between the plentiful libations, Nazar left the storeroom and went to Amethyst's loose box, where he sat down on the hay and watched Mitya chewing it and talked to the horse, sharing his pain. Amethyst understood him, it moved its ears, squinted at him with its bright eye, and with appetite, it took rusks and pieces of sugar from his hands. And Nazar spoke and spoke and it became easier for him because he did not keep this pain in himself.
Then he got up, pressed against the horse warm neck, inhaling its scent, stroked its soft fur and went back to the storeroom to continue to drink.
***
The night at the stable for Nazar was strange. He either fell into a half-drunk oblivion and fell asleep in the loose box in the hay next to the calmly standing Amethyst, or returned to the storeroom, where, unable to withstand such libations, drunk Petrovich had already been out of his mind and lay on the couch, covered with one of the horse rugs.
Once again, Nazar regained consciousness from the fact that the horse had shifted from one foot to the other and noisily breathed the air. Amethyst squinted at him with his eye, probably still understanding his heartache, because horses feel everything, but they cannot say anything.
He got up, ran his hand over the warm neck of the horse and left the loose box. A shadow flashed at the end of the stable. Nazar saw that the fair-haired little girl quickly disappeared into the tack room. He was certain that at that time they were alone at the stable, but no, obviously, one of the helping girls again stayed to spend the night. Such a phenomenon was often if someone did not have time to go home on the last train or underground, then they stayed overnight in the tack room. There were chests in which horse equipment was kept. Here they spent the night, spreading out a few blankets and having covered by them. The chests stood under brackets attached to the wall, on which the saddles were hung. Hooks were fastened along the other wall, bridles and cords hung on them, lashes and whips stood in the corner.
Nazar wondered who was that fair-haired lass, he didn’t seem to have seen her here before; she was probably a new girl. Deciding to find out who was she and how long she was here, he moved toward the closed door down the aisle.
***
All this time, Alyosha listened to Nazar's emotional outpourings, standing through three loose boxes from him next to Ampere. He felt extremely uncomfortable, like a man who overheard, but he did not know what to do in this situation. He could not leave a horse into whose neck vein a needle was stuck and saline poured through a tube. And he couldn’t tell Nazar that he was here, either, what would he do and who would stay with a sick horse then. Alyosha knew the fact that Petrovich was already asleep and nobody would wake him up. Now it was not necessary for Petrovich to drink a lot, as before, he only had a small amount of alcohol and it knocked him unconscious until the morning.
So, tormented by conscience, Alexey stood and listened to Nazar's heartfelt story about some Natashka, from whom he wanted children and was ready to do everything for her, but everything turned out bad. Now Lyosha understood why Nazar got drunk, it probably hurts when the one you love so much rejects your feelings.
Lyosha was sorry for Nazar, really sorry. He believed that no one deserved this, even Nazar. The boy did not harbor bad feelings for Nazar’s fault-finding to his hair.
After thinking about the hairstyle, he once again scratched his head under the cap; his hair slandered and reacted painfully to touching them.
"I need to wash my hair later."
Alexey decided that as soon as this package with saline ended and he blocked the catheter, then the horse could be left unattended for half an hour.
Having finished with a drip, Alyosha went to the toilet. It’s good that it was warm since there was a large cast-iron battery in it. Passing his eyes through the shelves, he found a shampoo. The girls brought shampoos to the stables, as they often washed their heads here and allowed Lyosha to take their shampoos. In a jar, the shampoo was at the bottom, but that was enough for him. He bent over the sink and put his head under the faucet, then shampooed wet hair, there appeared the smell of orange in the toilet. The shampoo spread a pleasant orange smell around. Having washed the hair under the faucet, he rubbed it with a public towel hanging on a rope and decided that while he had time for hair to dry out, he would go to the tack room and smear the bridles.
Like a mouse, he slipped there, closed the door behind him and took the bridle, unbuttoning the straps on it and preparing it for smearing with a special cream.
A door creaked behind him, he turned sharply at the sound and saw Nazar.
Nazar, entering the tack room, closed the door behind him. The girl, standing with his back turned sharply. Her blond, golden hair soared into the air and then fell, framing her face and gleaming in the dim light of a light bulb. It seemed to Nazar that he had already seen her somewhere, or he had seen that hair color. He tried to focus and remember, but before the eyes, the picture was a little twofold, and his thoughts were confused.
Frozen, apparently, from surprise, the lass quickly rushed to the exit. Nazar as a predator instantly reacted to this movement, intercepting her palm and holding it in front of him.
Her hand was warm and smooth and from her the stupefying smells of orange spread. Nazar sniffed the air and met her eyes. The eyes, sky-blue, even in such dim lighting, as clear as dawn ... why he remembered them ... somewhere he had already seen them. But even this did not bother him now. Suddenly, within himself, he felt the joy that he had found them, those eyes, and the one he had been searching for so long. And here she was standing so close, and there was an orange scent, and her breath lost. Evidently, he scared her.
He looked at her lips, watching like she was trying to say something, but it was clear from the excitement that she could not utter words. He saw those lips, no, they were not plump, they were beautiful as if their contour was circled a little brighter, and that made them look so seductive...
She twitched, but weakly or Nazar held her so tightly ... and again it would have been like a signal to the predator when in a moment all the brakes holding him went off and with all his weight he pressed her into the wall, where the bridles were hanging, and dug into her lips. These lips, at first they shrank so tightly, but Nazar began to passionately caress them with his tongue, penetrating between them and asking to open them and let him in, and suddenly they opened, and then a hot wave spread all over his body, tearing everything down. He dug into her mouth, penetrating his tongue as best he could into its most sweet depth, intertwining with her tongue and reveling in her taste. His hands were holding her first, and then he wanted to touch that hair, which drove him crazy with golden shimmer, and he ran his fingers through that hair, caressing and feeling their silk. Gradually, his hands began to descend to her shoulders, and then he grabbed her slender waist and pulled her closer to him. He wanted to break through all these sweaters and jerseys put on her in order to feel her body, which suddenly began to tremble from his kisses.
At first, Alyosha froze from everything that had happened, pressed into the wall, and only as if from the side he realized that his mouth was covered with Nazar’s mouth and what was happening could not be understood. After all, trying to slip out of the room, he was ready for Nazar to strike him or even beat him, but instead, he felt how his persistent language penetrated his mouth, and it was so nice...
And here Alyosha realized it was that very kiss, a real kiss, about which he had read so much in school literature, he had seen in the movies and even had seen live a couple of times, like high-school students had been kissing in dark corners during a school disco. He had never kissed, and now what Nazar was doing with his mouth was a kiss. But this was Nazar...
Lyosha tried to twitch, it was useless. Nazar's hands were everywhere, first in his hair, then on his clothes, and then under it. He tensed again, thinking that Nazar wanted to penetrate under his clothes in order to hit him. But for some reason, the hands that were touching his body were so affectionate and gentle.
They did not beat him and did not do anything that would bring pain. They just stroked, slightly clenching and then again unclenching his skin, which began to burn from this and his whole body literally began to burn. And he felt the heat, which began to fill him.
The kiss stopped only for brief seconds to breathe air, and then again Alyosha's lips found themselves in some kind of sweet captivity. His thoughts began to dissolve in the strange pleasant heat of bliss and unearthly kaif, which he had never felt before. He heard a groan, but he was moaning at Nazar’s lips. But why? After all, it didn’t hurt him, he felt surprisingly good.
-How frail you are, - in his ears he heard distant words through the noise from the pulsation of blood and did not understand their meaning. His legs became wadded, and he, in order not to fall, clutched his weakening fingers into these shoulders. And in order not to lose Nazar’s lips, he stood on his tiptoes. After all, he was a whole head taller than him, although Alyosha was already under meter seventy, still, he had to reach out, clinging hands to his shoulders. And when those tender lips left him for a second, he touched them and clumsily covered them with his own.
"You’re silly ... you don't even know how to kiss..."
These words did not embarrass Alyosha, he again dug into those lips, but Nazar quickly took the initiative and Lyosha completely relaxed, feeling how ecstatic it was when you were kissed like that.
This was the first time with Nazar. He did not even understand what happened to him. In an instant, he was just as covered up by the tsunami, and he turned into a flaming fire of such a desire that everything in the pants swelled so much that it hurt. But it was a sweet pain; he reveled in what he felt now. And when the one that he kissed so enthusiastically and could not get enough, suddenly clung to his shoulders and answered him, his mind finally overshadowed by passion. He felt her trembling at his hands; he felt her body began to burn from his caresses. He heard her moans and her desire, which she expressed in such an inept but so passionate kiss.
He could no longer tolerate, and she had already all melted in his hands. Out of habit, Nazar put his hand between the legs of the girl and realized that she was in trousers. Although what was surprising here, all the girls at the stable always go in their trousers, he squeezed not a prostitute in a miniskirt... Without breaking the kiss and not letting her go, he began to penetrate with his hand into her trousers, and finally, he succeeded. She groaned so sweetly in his lips that this moan was reflected in his desire, and he felt her trembling, but in his hand, Nazar felt something solid and lubricating...
Hop flew off instantly from Nazar. He pushed her away from him a little, looking at her eyes, which had been loosened by passion, swollen lips, and burning cheeks, and slowly took his hand out of her trousers.
"Alyosha ..." Nazar squeezed out of himself hoarsely and froze in front of him.
Hearing his name, Lyosha, who was almost at the peak of orgasm and one more movement there with Nazar’s hand by his swollen and pulsating member would lead him to an awesome relaxation, slowly opened his eyes and saw the changed look of his eyes with yellow animal lights. All his excitement instantly fell, and complete emptiness had come. There was an emptiness inside and around him. He simply was standing and looking into those cold eyes of a wolf with yellow sparks.
Nazar swallowed saliva, breathed out the air from the lung and silently left the tack room. Lyosha staggered and felt behind him the wall, leaned against it, and then slid down it to the floor. His legs did not hold him, his hands shook, and there were tears in his eyes. Now he realized the horror of everything that had happened. He kissed a guy ... He kissed Nazar...
Alyosha nestled against his knees and wept bitterly. His tantrum probably would have lasted a long time, but he remembered Ampere, whom he needed to go check out, and it was time to put on another drip. And then, having gathered all his courage, he got up, looked around for a hat lying on the chest, pulled it almost on his eyes and quietly went out into the passage of the stable.
Nazar, going into the storeroom, began to look for the keys to his jeep to leave immediately. He could not find the keys. Giving up on them, he decided to catch the car, but he was taken to the side. Probably, a sharp sobering-up from the shock of what happened had already passed, and now all the drunken alcohol had covered him with a new force. Nazar grabbed the chair and flopped into it, deciding to sit for a while and then walk. In this chair, he was knocked out. How he fell asleep, he did not even remember.
The morning began unkindly for him. He woke up from emetic urges, and when he tried to get up, he felt pain in all muscles. His whole body was numb from the fact that he was sitting up all night in an armchair. Having straightened up, he went to the toilet. Having vomited everything that was in the stomach into the lavatory pan, he washed for a long time, and when he looked up, he collided with the eyes of his reflection in the mirror. And here the last night caught him unawares. He remembered everything that was yesterday, clearly, to the smallest details...
Nazar groaned and bent over the sink. Then he sniffed up the air, trying to regain his breath. A faint orange scent hit his nostrils. He looked for its source and saw a jar of shampoo on the shelf. Taking it and opening the lid, he felt the scent of his hair...
He threw the shampoo away from and straightened up, internally gathered, left the toilet. Picking up his jacket and the keys to the jeep, which lay on the table all this time, Nazar left the room.
Alexey, giving hay to the horses early in the morning, swept the passage of the stable. On the steps echoing along the aisle, he lifted his head and froze, unable even to move. Nazar went to meet him. Alyosha squeezed the stalk of a broom so that his fingers turned white but he did not even feel it. He just stood and watched him approach. Without delaying the step, and passing by Alexey, who was standing with a broom, Nazar threw on the move, "Forget it," and walked on, and then walked out of the stable, closing the door behind him.
He got into the jeep, lit a cigarette, started the car and drove slowly to the exit from the hippodrome. No matter how he wanted to think about what had happened, his mind did not obey him and his thoughts kept returning to what happened.
He remembered him, his body responded to his caress, his sweet lips, his quiet moans, his inept kisses...
Never had a girl melted like that in his hands. All those whores, who he fucked for his money, just portrayed passion. He saw it, but indeed he didn’t care, he simply had them, satisfying his physiology. There he loved Natashka, but only she didn’t tremble like that from his caresses, there was no such sincerity and feeling in her moans and return kisses...
“He, probably, did not kiss anyone ...” it flashed through Nazar’s head, recalling the inept Lyoshka’s kiss.
But then other thoughts began to eclipse it all. The realization that he had kissed a guy and how it was called and who he was after that.
“No! I was drunk. I'm not like that. And I will never be a fagot. I need to forget all this and live on, to forget everything and this petty little fag. All has happened because of him ... with his lochs, hairstyle, like a girl's, so he mixed up”.
Having understood what had happened, Nazar calmed down. He drove the car through the still free Moscow streets at this early hour in the direction of Yefim’s house.
***
Nazar was rarely in his apartment. He lived with his parents, who, having understood who their son had become, tried to sensitize him and bring him back from a slippery slope. His mother worked all her life as a primary school teacher, and his father as a mechanic at the plant. But they considered themselves to be the Moscow intelligentsia, which was alien to the current ideology of striving for power and money. They were very upset that their son changed so much after returning from the army. They, having educated him and instilling culture and upbringing from childhood, were shocked that he did not follow in his father’s footsteps and did not work at the plant, but decided to move into new-fangled trends. They did not even take money from him from the principles, believing that they were in the blood of those from whom he had taken it. At first, such rejection of parents greatly hurt Nazar, but then he humbled himself and usually came to them occasionally to spend the night in his room and quickly left for his business. Since he had no place to live, Yefim sheltered him in his two-room flat. Yefim got a whole flat after the death of his wife, and all the relatives of the wife who claimed it, somehow abruptly abandoned their claims. Since Yefim lived alone, he let Nazar live with him. Although before, Nazar often stayed with Natashka, now, apparently, he had to constrain Yefim with his constant presence, as he did not want to go to the parents.
They got along well with Yefim, who, after two wives, no longer wanted to start a family, and only in the mood sometimes brought one-time girlfriends to his flat. When this happened, Nazar went to his lads, not to interfere with the rest of a friend.
Now he was driving to him because after everything that had happened, he had to rest in bed and he was still sick of yesterday’s alcohol.
***
Opening the door for him, Yefim did not ask questions, silently let inside. Only later, when Nazar came out of the bathroom, where he stood under the shower for half an hour, recovering from everything, Yefim said that breakfast was ready.
Having eaten silently, they lit a cigarette. Yefim again remained silent. Then Nazar spoke himself, "I was at Natashka yesterday ... we broke up. She doesn't want to marry me," he said detachedly.
"Do you love her much?"
"I don’t know ... but it’s dreary after all..."
"I understand ... I was married twice ... and nothing good came of it ... " Yefim got up and opened the window so that the tobacco smoke would dissipate faster from the kitchen.
"But you have two sons growing up ..."
Yefim understood what Nazar kept back about, about his desire to have children.
"What do you care about this, you're still young. You will find another, and to do children is simple."
Nazar silently smoked. Yefim got up, having heard the whistle of the boiling kettle, and silently poured boiling water into two prepared cups, then poured into them from the teapot for the tea leaves.
"Sugar is on the table," he pointed to the sugar bowl, "ou boozed up somewhere after that ...”
"I went to the stable, drank with Petrovich there."
"I see." Yefim sat back on his stool and, holding a cup of tea to his lips, continued to examine Nazar’s face.
Strange reminiscences of this nocturnal event came to Nazar’s mind, and he became angry with himself for this and said viciously, "There this one with the goofs was ... well, that athlete of Petrovich hasn’t cut his hair ..."
"What are you stuck to him, don’t you have other affairs?"
Nazar was silent for a long time, coping with the inner storm, then said, "Then let's talk about business, what's up with Sarychev?"
"Sarychev Vladimir Leonidovich, he is now fifty-five. A Muscovite, a former party worker, a notable bigwig, has always been with the public trough in power, that is why he has money and connections. Married, has a son - Gavriil Vladimirovich. By the way, he sent his son to England to study as a small child; he studies at Oxford there, now he continues to study for a bachelor. In Russia he does not come. Sarychev and his wife fly there to visit the son. Now Sarychev has a bank and a large club, has a casino in Moscow. Here," Yefim showed Nazar a business card with the name of the bank and casino since he could not read French.
Nazar turned in his hands the leaves of cardboard with ornate, but very stylish inscriptions. On one was written “Grand la banque européenne”, on the second “Or le paradis”.
"And what does it mean?" asked Yefim.
“The Big European Bank” and “the Golden Paradise”, as he called his club," Nazar studied French at school, so he calmly read these names.
Nazar very carefully looked through the sheets of numbers. These were the balances of one and the second enterprises of Sarychev obtained for him. The amounts of profits were impressive. Moreover, Nazar understood that most of the profit was hidden from taxes. His eyes sparkled with yellow sparks.
"I need this business," he looked at Yefim, "we need Sarychev’s business. It must be ours. This is our chance."
"Do you want to make him pay us for protection?"
"I want to take everything from him completely. It is necessary for him to rewrite a controlling stake in me, and in the casino, we will put our manager to control the money. Meanwhile, nominally his wife will remain the owner of all this, respectively, and receive a small part of the profit."
"I understand, there is no place for Sarychev in this plan..."
"You correctly understand everything. Sarychev is a great bigwig, he has connections “in high places”, serious connections. If he continues to live ... he will destroy us. The only one will win this war, the second must die."
"Why do you leave his wife alive then?"
"She is the owner of all this and will even receive from this part of the profits. If we kill her, we’ll be liquidated by those who will decide to avenge Sarychev but no one will touch the business of the unfortunate widow."
"And the son? He is the direct heir. He will return from England and enter into his rights."
Yefim went to the window and, looking at the lights of the windows of the neighboring house, said thoughtfully, "Gavriil ... Havre... When he comes back, then we’ll decide what to do with him. If he is accommodating, he will live, and if not, he’ll follow his father."
Yefim was silent, realizing that he was not mistaken in Nazar, this one would go over the corpses to his goal without doubt and regret.
"How are we going to act?" he asked Nazar still standing at the window.
"I need to talk to Sarychev, calmly explain everything to him. For this, I will go to his office."
"Nazar, it is too risky."
"You know, who does not risk, he does not drink champagne."
"You are crazy ..." Yefim paused, then asked, "well, and then what?"
"Further ... He will know what I want from him. And naturally, he won’t do it. That's when we kidnap his little wife and wait for him to crock. And then it is a matter of technology. We’ll make a meeting. He will hand over all the papers signed and verified by our lawyer, and we’ll return his wife. Well, and then ... I don't need him anymore."
Yefim understood what Nazar was talking about. After talking about the case for half an hour and discussing an exact plan of action, Nazar finished his tea and went to the room that had already become his own. He wanted to fall on the bed and fall into slumber, and the most important was no longer to think about what had happened last night.
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