Lyokha and I dragged the hands of a kicking girl down to the basement. She screamed and screamed, tried to bite me on the arm, and Lyoha to kick a sneaker stronger. Stas walked slightly in front, pointing the way with a flashlight.
Finally, we went down to the basement, Stas turned on the light in a fairly spacious room. Newspapers were spread on the floor, an ottoman stood in the corner of the wall, and a coffee table and three stools were nearby.
We rudely threw her on the couch, both were breathing heavily from efforts to tame the obstinate woman. She jumped up, bulged eyes and screamed, splashing saliva:
- you fucked up! You all fucked up !!! Slavik learns, he will live with the skins alive !!!
Stas with a swing slapped her sonorous slap in the face, then the second, third, fourth. The girl fell again on the couch, while the skirt shamelessly fought, revealing black panties. Her cheeks were burning red, blood was flowing from her nose.
- Shut up, stupid pussy, there is no Slavik here! And for my cheek you will answer me in full! - Stas shouted, pointing to his spoiled face, - but also for Slavik, and for Max too!
Yes, this Lenka is good at “decorating” him, having pulled out a piece of skin with his teeth just below the left eye. Desperate girl! I was even taken aback when she, instead of the promised kiss, clutched at his face with a roar! Well, Lyokha quickly intervened, otherwise she would have stoned the whole face to Stas! The lass is obviously not in vain involved in sports: powerful thighs, calves, broad shoulders for the girl, and she herself is quite tall, under a meter-eighty. But Stas, though he is taller, is still drishchevat. So without us could not cope.
* * *
In general, we did not count on such a turn of events, but deep down we were ready for it. And it was Lena who surprised us! Still, we know Stas well enough, and we know that he is a rather unbalanced type. Therefore, waiting for surprises from him, not from her. Mentality, temper and mood swings behind him in the army became noticeable. In the army, we, Lech and I, met him. It brought us from central Russia to the Sverdlovsk region, to the strategic missile forces. There were many local people in our company, from the Urals, and Krasnodar, and only three of our region. Since childhood, Lehoy and I were familiar with us - we lived on the same street in our urban-type village, we studied in parallel classes and went to the wrestling section together. And Stas was from the regional center, played the guitar, wrote poetry, drank cheap port wine. It was in the basement of an abandoned sanatorium, or a house of culture, he rehearsed to the army with his failed group.
He even managed to enroll in a humanitarian university, but was expelled after the second year for academic failure. And since the yard was the end of the nineties, he rattled for a full two years to wear boots with footcloths. In the army he was rescued by a good guitar playing, snake cunning, and a couple of strong countrymen.
For the first time, he showed his temper while still at school, throwing his fists at the demob, forcing Stas to wash the dishes in the kitchen instead of himself. It’s good that Lehoy and I intervened, otherwise it would be bad for him! And in general, he loved puzzling boys with impudent little jokes, so he often had to intercede for him. Throw us this fool, but not to intercede, but Stas also had useful skills, which were sometimes welcome to us. With all his weakness and scandalousness, he was distinguished by an incredible smart-ass, and had a brilliant talent to get into the officers without soap in the ass. It was he who put the three of us in a cushy job - by foreman in the boiler room on the outskirts of the military town, with its own little room with sleeping places. It was he who baryzhil solarium, coal, nonferrous metal, and all that was bad. It was he who mined us a good smoke, a kavchik, and sometimes a drink, organized AWOLs, and also lured the girls to us in the back room with his guitar, pretty face, and some money.
Apparently, it was said that he was urban, a couple of years older than Lehi and me, and therefore more experienced in such matters. It is because of the girls and there was the biggest discord between us. That day Stas had a birthday, 21 years old. From relatives came several large parcels with a variety of food, as well as a solid remittance. Yes, and we are well podhalturili, so that the money, as they say, burned his pocket. At that time we went to AWOL in a nightclub and took two chicks there: one is thick, crooked on the face, but to hungry soldiers, and under the drink - it’s the most. But the second one is a pretty swell, everything is with her: boobs, legs, ass, lips and a bow, and you can immediately see that the slutty thing is what you need! Zatar booze and dragged them to our boiler room, covered the clearing, cut in Mouzon and began to rest culturally. Usually we fucked our guests in the storeroom in turn, giving in the right of the first night to Stas, as the organizer, and there were no problems.
Yes, there is also a name day with him, so that God himself commanded to give him a place. So this time, Stas retired to the pantry with Yulia, as the beauty was called, while we “fried” plump Natasha in two bows on an old pressed-down sofa. We once rested naked after Natasha swallowed Lyokha cum, and I took off and threw the condom into the trash, “shooting” into her wet pussy, sipping a vino from the throat and smoking when the door of the storeroom creaked. From the pantry, slightly staggering, absolutely naked Julia came out. She seemed to me very pretty before, but naked, and even on a drunken head, became just a stunning queen of sexuality! Tanned smooth skin, with traces of a swimsuit, despite November, with round hips, a flat tummy, at the bottom of which a thin strip of black hair led to an inviting cave between slender legs, a tall firm chest, not giving birth to another girl, with dark nipples sticking out. On his drunken face, with plump lips, protruding nose and large almond-shaped eyes, there was an expression of frustration. Her appearance did not even spoil the smeared lipstick and mascara, even the disheveled black hair was to her face. She looked round our naked bodies with a hazy look, sweetly pouted her lips and addressed us in a falsely crying voice:
“You are fine, you fucked heartily, and this impotent man fell asleep without even pleasing me!”
After these words, she slightly spread her legs, ran her palm over the open pussy and showed wet from the discharge toes and wet thighs. From the type of its open gap with wet, large and dark lips, my fighter began to take up a fighting stance again! Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that Lyokha also likes this sight and he is almost ready to compensate the beauty that was not received from Stas.
- Come on, jump to us, the guys are right there, that's enough for everyone! - cheerfully called Julia Natasha, gesturing with her hand to the sofa.
She looked at us with a sly look of her black eyes, smiled predatoryly, and like a wild cat jumped on Lyokha, riding his sticking member. He even did not have time to fasten the gum! She began to rhythmically ride on top of him, and Natasha, meanwhile, began to suck my barrel and lick the eggs. I felt a bit offended that Yulia chose not me, but Natasha skillfully worked with sponges and tongue, plus I had a wonderful view of the back of her rider, on her flickering ass, on wet pussy, then with the rod disappearing inside, then with the newly emerging outside. Lyokhin’s eggs and thighs were already glistening with abundant feminine secretions, he was vigorously waving at Yulia. He hugged her buttocks and parted them as wide as possible. The brown ring of the anus opened slightly, showing me the entrance to another wet and narrow hole. I put Natasha's head to the side, got up, and walked over to the vigorously waving couple. I put the head of the penis to the chocolate Yulina hole and pressed it inside. Slippery from Natasha saliva stem easily penetrated almost all its rather big length. Julia gasped loudly and pressed herself against Lyokha, frozen and breathing heavily.
- Painfully? - I asked excitedly.
- No ... Wait, let me get used to ... Yes, yes, like this, yes, let's continue! Oooh! Yes, yes, ...
more, stronger, stronger !! Oh, fuck yes, yes, yes !! Dolby my ass stronger, even stronger !!!
I tried as best I could, literally typing Julia and Lyokha on the sofa! My dick easily entered all the way and went out, the frictions became faster and faster! Through the thin partition I felt the Lokhin dick, our hairy eggs touched during a deep dive. Natasha sat in another corner of the sofa and masturbated desperately, looking at us. Then I felt how Julia tightly squeezed the sphincter and convulsed, ending and screaming wildly:
- Ay, fucking cum, zaebi-and-and-and-s!
She collapsed on her sweaty lyokhino's body in exhaustion and relaxed. I made some more deep movements inside her hot hole and violently poured inside. After waiting for a member to fall a little, I took it out with a chomping sound out. The picture in front of me was what was needed: a smart girl with legs spread wide apart was on the guy. From her busy dick pussies oozing sperm, as well as from the open anus.
Then I notice that Natasha interrupts her movements and looks in dismay at my back. I turn around and see that not only Natasha and me, but one more pair of eyes, are watching the spectacle of Lyokha and Yuliya's intercourse. Red for anger eyes Stas!
- Well, children, bitches, decided here at my expense to take a freebie! - he growled in a drunken voice, clutching at a bottle of champagne.
- Okay, okay, Stas, calm down! - I began to persuade him.
- Only without nonsense! - shouted just noticed Stas Lyokha.
- A-HA-HA! - laughed Stas, - No nonsense, then yes? And to fuck my woman in all holes without asking me, this is not nonsense for you, it means yes ?! Right now, I'll show you funny poebushki for free! - and hit the bottle against the wall.
The bottle with a loud pop smashed to pieces, forming a foamy puddle on the floor with shards of green glass. But in the hand of Stas there was a “rose”, and this rose looked towards the already opened pair on the sofa. Stas jerked forward, from which the girls screamed loudly. I grabbed the first thing that came to hand - a long stick of hard sausage and hit her on Stas' arm. He dropped the rose and I fell on the floor with him, in a puddle of champagne. The girls squealed grabbed their belongings and ran out of what the mother gave birth to from the room. I twisted Stas' hand and kept him on the floor, face down. Then Lech arrived in time and we dragged the bare, kicking body onto the sofa until it settled down. I looked around the room: a mess. In the puddle, in addition to the girls forgotten in the rush of underwear, there was a large red spot that looked like blood. And then I felt pain in my right thigh. I glanced at him and found a large piece of glass, deeply entrenched in the bloody leg.
* * *
“It's good that the artery didn't hurt,” I thought now, scratching the remaining scar through the pant leg. It is then, after the demob, I will blow the girls beautifully into the ears, that this is the bullet of a Chechen action movie, but then I was not amused. On medical examinations in the medical unit had to lie about the careless handling of a shovel in the stoker, and the medical doctors pretended to believe.
My memories were interrupted by Lena's pitiful, through tears, voice:
- Well, guys, well, poa-a-aluista, well, let go-and-ito! ... I didn’t do anything bad to you, ah!
Indeed, she and I did not do anything bad to Lehoy, but Stas was inexorable. He had already unzipped his pants and pulled the belt out of his jeans with the words:
- Shut the mouth, the creature, if you are not tired of living! And now become a cancer, an ass to us, we will learn to mind you!
* * *
This first time Leha and I saw Lena for the first time, but we had heard about her for a long time. Stas studied with her in the same class all ten years of school. They began to be friends either from the seventh, or from the eighth grade, but everything was limited only to walking by the hand and timid kisses. Although he fucked others regularly. He “uncorked” him only at the prom, and even then he didn’t remember how, because of the amount he had drunk. He then suspected that she was not yet a virgin, and that not only did he “print it out”, but he could not prove anything. In general, he was wildly jealous, did not allow Lena to step too much without his knowledge, although he liked to relax in a drunken company with a guitar with some stupid teenager. But this, as he said, is just slut to relieve tension. And he had “real feelings” for Lenka, she was his muse, he dedicated his songs to her! She accompanied him to the army with crocodile tears, they embraced for a long time on the platform, and then Lenka ran after the departing train and shouted: “I love you!” Well, at least, he spoke like that, and Stas knew how to bait!
Stas rarely received love letters from her twice a week, she also invested her photos in them, and we secretly envied him the whole company - what a beauty and athlete he has after all! I even secretly stole his one, where she is at a volleyball competition, standing and smiling, erotic stories of sexytales in sporting form and with a ball, and jerking off on her after hanging up. Stas also wrote letters to her. Not even letters, but whole poems! Our artist, Vasya Malygin, raised good nishtyaki, painting his scribbling with different roses, hearts and cupids. Well, photos Stas also sent. Here it is by the helicopter, here near the BTR, here at the shooting range with the RPK-74 in hand, and here with the Topol rocket launcher in the background. It is as if we are not serving in the rigged Strategic Missile Forces, but in special forces, no less.
But letters from her came less and less, they became thinner and thinner, she did not send the photo under various pretexts, although Stas persuaded her as much as he could. And two weeks before the demob came the thinnest, with just one photo. And in the photo she is in a wedding dress, arm in arm with a smiling healthy fellow, with a bouquet in her hand and smiling too. And the signature on the back: “I have another now. Sorry. “It’s good that we already served in the boiler-house for a long time, and Stas was not up to anyone, especially after that memorable drinking party. He just quietly thumped and something evil muttered under his breath, clenching his fists to the white knuckles, but he did not give up. Yes, and we did not bother him again. He also abandoned his work, but we already had “spirits” to replace, so we did it without him.
After returning home and having a little shaken up after a bitter binge, he got a good job and seemed to calm down for a while. Even at the institute recovered. But after another month, having drunk a bottle of port for courage, he rolled over to the newlyweds at home for a showdown.
True, Lena's husband also turned out to be not a timid ten, and a triathlete and a sober besides, plus also without a sense of humor. So Stas treated the broken jaw and nose for a long time. But he didn’t apply to mentovki, he didn’t have such concepts. And now he had a plan for revenge, in which he decided to use Lehi and me, of course, not for free. He told us the route and schedule of its movements. And here I am sitting at the wheel of my old “nine” and I am waiting for Lyokha, under the pretext of urgently helping a person, to lure her into our trap. Stas, meanwhile, is hiding in the bushes nearby. He drank a little, a couple of glasses of vodka for courage, so I shouldn't have screwed up everything. And out of the twilight two figures appeared: one is broad-shouldered, of medium height, excitedly gesticulating, and the second is elegant, slim, hurrying the first to the rescue. They had already come very close to the car, had walked a little past when I saw in the rear-view mirror how Stas jumped out of the bushes and threw a bag over Lena’s head to Lena, how he tied her hands behind her back, how they twisted her and Leha in the car. In the cabin, she behaved surprisingly calmly and, after a few minutes of driving, began to ask us through the bag, trying to speak in a calm tone:
- Who are you and what do you want from me?
- Just talk.
- Stas, is that you ?!
- Yes I.
- What do you want from me?
“I told you, just talk.”
- We have already discussed all the issues.
- There your fucking husband intervened, and I wanted to be alone.
Then I got into the conversation:
- All arrived.
We went out into the wasteland, next to the gray ..
concrete building, gaping empty window and door openings. In the dark it was not clear that there were only four floors in it and that it seemed infinitely high and scary. Around a kilometer - not a soul, only old abandoned houses and weeds.
The first silence broke Lena:
- Maybe already take off the bag at last?
Lyokha looked at Stas inquiringly, he nodded, and Lyokha pulled the bag off his head.
- Well, what did you want to talk about?
- About our relationship with you.
- You kind of wanted to be alone, but we are not alone here.
“These are my guys, I have no secrets from them.”
“Maybe even untie your hands then, since we are such close people?”
Stas gave the signal to Lyokha, and he fulfilled her request.
- Thank you, you are real gentlemen!
She stretched her wrists and spoke again.
- And what do you want to know from me?
Stas hesitated, his voice trembled with emotion:
- You, well, this, you, why did you leave for this, this ...
- This Slavik?
- Well, yes, to Slavik.
- Well, you have not been so long, and I was so bored without you ...
- And you jumped on the neck of this orangutan ?! - Stas began to wind up again, his fists clenched.
Lena sensed something was wrong and tried to soften her tone:
- Well, he was so persistent, I told him that I was faithful only to you ...
- Do not fuck! I suppose immediately jumped from the station to him under the flank!
- No, that you! I only you ...
- Shut up! All two years with him fucked?
- No, what are you ...
- Whore sub-fence! In all holes you fucked ?! And who else besides him ?!
- No one. Yes, and he almost does not stand, he also takes steroids.
- Do not fucking !!! Big with him ?!
- No, your more!
Stas nervously walked from side to side, clenching his fists. We were silent on the sidelines.
- Stas, I only love you!
- What?!
- I waited for you for a very long time, and this healthy asshole has long sought me, and then raped and forced to marry him! - Lena covered her face with her hands and sobbed loudly. - And then forced to send that letter! But I love only you alone, forgive me !!!
Lyokha and I exchanged glances. There is clearly something wrong. But Stas seemed to believe, hanging his ears.
- Lena, Lena, well, do not cry!
Stas approached her, hugged and began to reassure:
“If you want, we are with the guys,” he pointed in our direction, “do you want we will punish him properly?” And then you divorce this shit, you want?
Lena wiped away tears:
- Can i?
- Yes!
- Want! Let's get it back as it was!
She wrapped her arms around his head, eyes closed from tenderness, and began to approach for a kiss. But instead of a kiss, she dug her teeth into his cheek, pulled out a piece of skin and kicked her knee in the groin! Then she began to beat Stas, who was bent in half, with her arms and legs, screaming wildly:
- Asshole, fucking impotent! Yes, Slavik's dick is twice yours, and it's worth it! We will have a child with him, and we will live happily ever after! And you couldn’t even break me, I fell asleep on me! Thank you, Max was not so impotent and drunk! On you, fagot, get! You are my whole youth fuck up their jealousy, stupid cocksucker !!! On! On! On!
We were a little taken aback by such audacity, but Lech came to his senses first and rushed to Lenka, knocking her down.
* * *
- Above the ass Zadar, Manda stupid, even higher! Yes, like this.
Lena, sobbing, lifted her beautiful white ass as high as possible, bending her back to the maximum. Stas grabbed her by the gum of simple black panties and jerked them down to his knees. A view of the smoothly shaved pink slit.
- Pussy for her fucking Slavik shaved, whore? Why are you keeping silent?!
Stas swung and hit the belt hard on the ass, leaving a wide pink stripe on it. Lena quietly oyknula.
- Answer me, and then I'll bleed the whole ass in the blood!
Lena sobbed again:
- Yes, for him.
- You think I'll fuck you there ?!
- Do not, please, I'm pregnant.
- From this trainer ?!
- He is not a trainer.
Stas fell into a rage, having started whipping backhand Lena on the ass, thighs, calves, heels! She squealed and fell on her side, holding her hands in front of her, but Stas continued to beat her, lashing her hands and sides! His eyes were bloodshot, saliva spattered from his mouth, he screamed furiously:
- Bitch, scum, I'll kill the fuck !!!
Lena appealed to us imploringly:
- Guys, ah! guys oh! help, OO OHXh !!! he will kill me! I will not stay in debt! A-A-A !!!
I realized that I could not continue like this:
- Stas, good, enough with her.
- Yes, Stas, she is pregnant, calm down, - supported Lech.
- No fucking enough, it will be her science! On! On, bitch! Get more !!!
Lena was no longer screaming, but moaning softly, trying to hide behind purple from punches and kicks. I took a stool and struck Stas hard on the back of the head. He collapsed to the floor unconscious, hitting his face on the table. The blood from the dissected back of the head and from the wounded cheek poured with new force. Lena huddled in a corner, pulled on her panties and sobbed, covering her face with her palms. I went to Stas and checked the pulse.
- Alive.
The silence has interrupted Lyokha:
- Well, beautiful, and with you we are now how to be?
“Let me go, please, and I won't tell anyone about you.”
“And why should we believe you?”
- Yes, Stas, won, you also believed, and you almost ate it, - I snickered.
- I will not deceive you, you have done nothing wrong to me.
- Now we will check if you lie again. What did you promise us for help? In debt not to stay?
- Yes, I will not.
- Well?
- What would you like?
- What do you have?
She thought. She lost her purse on the street, even when they shoved her into a car, and now she was wearing only a T-shirt and a skirt, no pockets. I took the word:
- You can prove your humility, serve us with Lyokha in full, in all your holes, and without throwing out tricks.
“And if you try hard, we will bring Stas to his senses and leave him to be torn apart,” Lech supported.
- I think he will be very angry with you. Very, very, very angry!
- I think so too.
Lena again sobbed. When she calmed down, we continued:
- Well, how do you like our offer? You serve us properly, and we take you to our beloved faithful.
- I agree. Only in the pussy in a condom, and do not hit hard, okay?
- Bazarov zero!
We quickly began to undress, Lyokha pulled out the condoms and ordered Lena still seated without movements:
- What are you sitting like a stump, take off your clothes too!
Lena took off her sneakers and socks on the floor. She got up and pulled off a T-shirt, then a sports bodice, revealing small elastic breasts with protruding pink nipples, and finally got rid of the skirt and panties. Finally, she stood before us absolutely naked, flushing with shame, but without closing anything. From the thought that now I will have a chick in all the cracks, which I jerked off for two years, my trunk rushed up to all its twenty centimeters! Even the numerous bruises on her arms and legs did not spoil the picture, but only gave her a piquancy.
- Come on, become a cancer, - Lyokha ordered, - only to face us.
She silently obeyed.
- Well, who where the first? - asked Lyokha.
- I want it in my mouth to start.
- Okay, then I'm in the pussy.
He pulled a rubber band, walked around Lena from behind and with the words: “Chota is rather dry here!”, He spat on her pussy, rubbed saliva, jerked off a hole with his fingers and inserted his crooked “friend” over the very eggs. Lenka goggled, bit her lip, but said nothing. While Lyokha rhythmically ruffled her from behind, I put the half-leg in front of her on the couch, took the girl by the back of my head, put the prick on her lips and ordered:
- Suck, but without nonsense. Turn on your teeth - you won't get out alive from here!
Lena began to suck uncertainly, trying not to touch the barrel with her teeth. She sucked clumsily, swallowing only a little further than the head and awkwardly helping with her hand. In the meantime, I painfully twisted her nipples, strongly pulling the tits down, but she silently endured. Finally, I was bored with her inept actions, and I forcefully pressed Lenkin’s head down, driving her member more than half her throat ....
She broke loose, coughed heavily, saliva flowed from her wide-open mouth, and tears from her eyes.
- Go ahead, bitch, but it will be worse! Stick out your tongue so it will be easier. So, even stronger, right.
I again strung her head on myself so that the tongue was on my hairy eggs, and with force I kept in this position for several seconds. Her eyes were ready to crawl out of orbit, her face reddened, she pounded furiously with her fists at my stomach. I pulled out her head, gave a breath, and repeated the procedure. Lyokha, meanwhile, accelerated and, with a snarl ending, fell off to the side, breathing heavily. Lenka wheezed, beat me on the stomach, whitish mucus flowed from her mouth. “It's good that she came back from training, not from a dinner party!” - a thought flashed through my mind. Finally, my eggs are ripe, and I poured a large portion of sperm deep into Lenkin's throat. Holding her head a little on myself, I threw her aside. This time she almost did not cough, but only breathed heavily and deeply, like a fish thrown ashore.
I rested a bit and decided to try the rest of its holes. Lech did not mind. This time we laid the exhausted Lena on his back, dangling his head from the ottoman. I put on a condom, threw long bluish legs on my shoulders, and inserted a member into Leah's pussy. From his manipulations, she flushed and moistened, a member entered and went like clockwork. Lyokha, meanwhile, dug her mouth with his crooked dick to its full length, and I watched, not without interest, as the bump on her throat disappeared and disappeared. Lenka only quietly mooed with particularly deep frictions, but did not offer the slightest resistance. Her hands were spread limply over the bed. Lech sped up, stuck his “boyfriend” to its full length and poured a new portion of semen into it, and Lena swallowed up the drop without a murmur. Then I decided to uncork her last bastion, but the pussy became completely loose, and I wanted a hole tighter. I asked a friend to throw her legs behind her head and hold her ankles. Lech did everything right, and now her ass turned out to be high up, enticing both her holes. At the moment I was interested in a wrinkled pink ring, richly smeared with juices flowing from pussy. I took off the gum and put my large prick to the elastic entrance, lightly tapping it on it.
- Relax, and it will be worse. Yes, like this, well done.
The head easily penetrated into the relaxed anus, the member entered by half, and I began to reciprocate, gradually accelerating.
- Before fucked in the ass? Do not be silent.
- Yes, the husband loves there.
- And today we were going to have a point? And then, I look, you have everything there is clean and blurry.
- Yes, I was preparing.
- Is her husband's dick big?
- 16 centimeters.
- Well, maybe I’m waking up.
And with these words I pushed my piston to the end. Lena gasped and bit her lip, and I continued to hammer this juicy ass with a new force, increasing the pace. Finally, I lowered the contents of my eggs into her guts and fell to the couch in exhaustion. Lenka lay, widely scattered hands and feet, directing detached glance at the ceiling. From the broken-down point flowed thick sperm from the corner of the mouth, too. Looking at her exhausted, all bruised, body, we decided that it was enough.
We helped her get dressed, put herself in any order and I took her to the car. Lech was left with an insensitive Stas, to look after him. In the car, I put the bag back on her so that I did not remember the road, and drove home in curved ways. I did not throw the ropes, because the girl was obviously unable to kick. At first, they drove in silence, but then Lena spoke in a hoarse voice:
- So what now?
- What exactly?
- Then what will you do?
- Next, I'll take you home to my husband. You will tell him that Stas beat and raped you, he wanted to kill you, but you escaped and ran away. You did not remember the place.
- What will happen to him?
- With Stas?
- Yes.
“It will disappear forever from your life, from this city, from this planet, from everywhere.”
Lena laughed hysterically and could not stop for a long time, until she coughed again.
- How long have you decided so?
- Leha and I have agreed that if he starts to throw out his numbers again, then his fate is predetermined. We know him too well, and we have suffered a lot from him to understand that he will not stop there. He signed the sentence himself, drove himself into a trap.
- Ok, I'll do as you said.
- Your choice is not rich.
We silently drove to her area, where I landed Lena in a deserted, but familiar place. She will remove the bag as soon as I move off. I lowered the visor under the ceiling, once again admired the photo with a smiling volleyball player and pressed the gas pedal to the floor. After all, Lyokha and Stas were already waiting for me. Well, or whatever is left of Stas.