IU.
Part 3
(C) RTD / BrC
ery cityscape Izhevsk, the sky,
completely overcast light, translucent
film of clouds, because of which vaguely
star of the evening sun, complement
uncertain mood FRED'a. The reason
for such a "minor" mood was
closure of sports club "Protection",
Located 15 minutes walk from the house
Topoleva Ivan (the name bestowed FRED'u
parents) ...
Today (just a couple of hours ago), he
went to a club to practice. Strange presentiment of bad news,
unpleasant atmosphere pressured FRED'a some uncertainty. In
principle, such mood reasons was not found,
All have recently been very much
"Rulno" but, nonetheless, a sense of not
deceived athlete. Join the club he did not
Dali: a muscular type, who identified himself as a security
guard, made it clear that FRED'u of any building, not even
close to doing nothing. Musician a loss froze in place, probably
waiting for some explanation. To his happiness, Ambal did not
have time to provide additional "explanation", because in the
corridor were heard loud voices of some people who apparently
moved to exit from the club:
- I've already said that you should remove the
it, and the second error I'll never forgive. Himself
you know, I work only by professionals.
- Everything will be done.
- But no. Kill him after the election. But Soloukhin'll do
that.
FRED realized that going on here impure
case, and decided to retire as soon as possible, but not
managed: from the corner out those who belonged to hear voices.
Moment they looked at each other. The guard with the force
FRED'a pushed in the door. Musician
fell to the ground, but quickly jumped up and ran
away. "The leader, realizing that a stranger
could hear his instructions, motioned to:
"Catch and remove".
The race started, but it was not in favor of
FRED'a, despite the fact that he was an athlete and running
perfectly. Pursuers catching up, besides there were many.
Wrapped around the corner at home, FRED ran into the entrance,
where, thankfully, lived to one muzakera also an athlete,
Henry. With a beating in the furious pace heart pounded
nervously FRED on the buzzer. He was lucky: a friend
home and opened the door pretty quickly.
Heinrich Schneider came to Russia with his parents from
Germany in 1990. German, he a mongrel, his grandfather and
grandmother were expelled from the Soviet Union along with the
great-grandfather in the 60 years, and, consequently, his
mother was Russian, His father - a German. Henry knew since
childhood Russian language, but Russia has brought its speech
to no accent and Mangling
words. In short, nothing betrayed him German, except that the
name so some traditions. Judo practiced with enthusiasm at the
club and met FRED'om. Cravings for the computer
did not share, and to alcohol - not only
understood, but also condemned. That's why FRED
rarely communicated with his friend, even though during
training preferred to work in tandem with him: Henry is well
fought, and fought with him in sparring, FRED gained invaluable
experience. And the best master of the club's judo and
Karate-Do was their coach.
- I do not understand. Today I went to
training, but in the doorway of the club I blocked the path of
some AMBAL ... Do not let him go, bitch.
- The club was closed. Now there will be built
restaurant. Administration Centre "Protection"
nothing could help it. They are on time
paying for rent, so that now
remember? The coach, by the way, tried to restore justice,
walked Help collected, and after written an article
in the newspaper, he was attacked by bandits, like
scare. He fought off and continued to fight for
club. Now he is preparing an open letter
the head of the State Council Volkodlakovu. You, by the way,
Why two weeks did not go to school? -
Henry tone adopted explicitly didactic tone.
Without waiting for an answer, "Russian Germans"
performed punch, metya head mate. FRED reacted to it, but
slightly later than it should: to withdraw completely from
strike failed, and his fist still walked
on the ear, touching lightly and "skull." Response Henry did
not observe: FRED, apparently unwilling to engage in battle.
- Get out of shape. Drink. Groby for
computer. Would you like to change their
bad habits.
- Do not tediousness. Just like the coach.
Tell us more what happened to him?
- He's alive. Severe injuries there. As long as the election
campaign, a chance to defend the club still there. Outside
chance. By the way, asked about you, why not show up.
- We must look to him ...
Yes, the news was not pleasant, and FRED
for the first time recently noted as
weather matches his mood. Except
sun.
Reflecting on the prospect of sport
Centre and what you can to help coach
Ivan slowly came to the house, staying in
the same state of mind. In "a minor". He went into the porch,
opened the mailbox: the agenda ...
Nearly two weeks FRED was in similar mood. Conversation with
the coach encouraged him, but ill-fated day, inexorably
approached. The creative process for this Time could be called
a breakthrough, Mouzon was written pieces 5, which is very
encouraged by friends spektrumistov.
Last day of freedom passed quickly, and sitting on the steps
of the porch, FRED and friends spektrumisty, looking at
late evening beauty of the court (black,
right), sang songs, shouted to the sound of the guitar, not
giving a restful sleep tenants nearby houses. Those were the
songs reflecting the feelings and sentiments of singing and
popsnya not stupid. No one complained about the behavior of his
comrades. Maybe it got used for week, or something like that.
The first beer was already drunk (not otherwise
his voice would have so loudly). A "second" neither
who did not have that really surprised everyone.
The money was, but ran down "in intelligence"
VASTER said he was working around the clock shop is closed
until morning.
- Damn, the last day and a bummer! In desperation, he said.
- Perhaps to the heap to go? - Croaked
DIOD.
- Far from the same - STORAGE sleepy yawn.
- Let there usual beer. Right now, wait just a guitar he
brought home. - FRED as did not seem drunk at all, briskly sped
away with the music and percussion instruments (in all senses)
tool. Who said that the guitar - not percussion instrument?
Very striking. FRED, however, as karate and judo wrestler,
preferred to fight without weapons, and swing guitar he had
ever. And some type, which he accidentally knocked down "shock"
tool, when in the dark ran up
the stairs, knocked to the ground, but the one to
Fortunately FRED'a, took the situation well, ignoring the
collision. In all the fault of our dark doorways.
After 10 long minutes musician went
from home, but this time was enough to
catch the whole party in the peace sniff noses and eloquent
snoring DIOD'a. Later a few minutes suspicious (from) group hit
the road.
FRED walked in front of everyone and for some reason, all
time, "broke away" from the rest. I had to periodically walk in
the opposite direction, joining the laggard, again move
forward. Night Streets Izhevsk were deserted. Greets
most likely to be drunk. Piles, similar to our own, strumming
on, sitting on benches near the houses or on levels of porches.
Long way those did not seem, and two
hours of chaotic perebiraniya feet were completed. Gate Park
Kirov had been successfully completed, a cozy clearing, as
always, waiting for their patrons.
Darkness had already wrapped all
around. Despite the fact that the urban night
are never quite black: a rare light of
windows of surrounding houses and roadside lamps slightly
allocates items of environmental environment - was still very
dark. AND chilly.
Correct calculation or an amazing premonition not deceived
ruleznikov: from the gates of the park heard the cry of an
approaching Zaharevny:
- Boys! Something you was late!
The old woman caught the attention of friends,
through a not entirely sober thoughts raced their heads: "It is
here on duty, or what? What is she doing in the park at night? "
When Zaharevna came at a fairly
close distance, VASTER told her the reason for visiting the
park:
- You know, we have sorrow: Ivan's army taken away tomorrow.
So we say goodbye to him. Here come here ... Two years - it
will not jokes. Almost prison. Strict regime.
- Oh, Vanya, is it? The coffin to the
those who looted all the poor people
done? Yes, he is able to drink more than us
all! Vanya, do you want in the army for?
FRED lowered his eyes, something thinking.
- On, Hold, my dear! - Zaharevna pulled out a bottle of
vodka. - For you do not mind! Hold.
Bottles got everything, even the very old woman drank, but
usually did not. And another half-hour with clearing came a
discordant howling drunk ...
The gray sky covered with clouds, parting
with friends and family, headache, and more
sounding in the ears of instruction voenkomattsev
"Recruits fall draft. Medical examinations
and crush. Distribution. The same indifferent face of future
soldiers. Trucks, terribly uncomfortable, with indoor and body
the words "people". House, home, friends ... Everything behind.
Two years given. The best two years. Maximum security prison
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