In one very great man, read - authority, as it should be.
was a mistress. The mistress of this authority liked to visit etak in the middle
A week of rest with body and soul. Especially when the woman’s husband was
The seafarer was rarely at home. Which woman does not want a man’s love?
The Ladies?
And then one day his mistress called him and told him that he was in the hospital.
light shock and medium-heavy beating, because the jealous husband returned
from the flight or smelled something, or the neighbors suggested kindness, and
He only drowned her in the first number and sat down to drink the damned one again. A is
Since her husband, as it turned out, was a former boxer, it can
to present.
Putting the phone, the Big Man said, “Fuck! And the weather added:
That is stupid!
Then I thought, scratching a square beard. Then he made two
The call:
- First: order there about flowers for babies to hospital, fruit
There and all that. Everything as it should be.
The second is to call Slavik from the guard. No fuck at home.
In five minutes...!! to
Soon there appeared Slavik - a little-worded and executive wolfmaker from
The Chief’s personal guard.
“So yes,” said the Great Man, looking past him, “you’ll go.
at such an address, you will find there such a one, you will hang him
Doyle to remember. No names, you will understand.
Without fanaticism, there is no shame.
- Yes, - was glad Slavik, - we will do it!
Look at the former boxer.
“Naturally,” Slavik smiled, “let’s get together.
- Take Valera with you, he will protect you. Do not blame. I said.
After half an hour, Slavik and Valera came to the old five-storey on the outskirts.
The city.
“You’ll sit here,” burst Slavik Khmuro, “if you’re not here in half an hour.
I go down, you go up.
Half an hour passed. There was no slave. He did not come after forty-five.
The minute.
Valera pulled out the cell phone and recruited the boss. “Damn,” said the boss while silent.
In the telephone. “The fools!”
Valery told him to sit under the house and wait for the brigade.
Soon three strong men came to the door. He opened them.
Drunk Slavik, he was whole and unharmed, but he did not stand on his feet.
Slavik, clinging to the door, was hardly taken away. Man is already
No overdose of water, no touch.
The next day, the dumb and messy Slavik justified himself in the chief’s office.
“I have a right like a quavalda,” he explained to the boss, “I wave the bulls!”
He opens the door to me, I immediately, without looking at him - chest right, chest right.
He did not get up, and what? It gets me by the hand, then it gets me by the chest.
And he said, “You, shit, you want to take my right hand?” When I am
Did you put it?” I see, and this is Vasilich, my first coach.
Boxing, another boy came to him.
The chef thoughtfully sat at the table and tore a square beard.
He finally said, not looking at anyone.