Читать книгу LONER IN THE RUSH HOUR CROWD. I AM GOING TO KILL - Alexander Cherenov - Страница 4

I click the knife button. No, I’m not «at work» yet. I am just inspecting the weapon… And once again «no»: not crimes, but retaliation. And this is not a question of terminology. This is a fundamental difference. And I look around not to say goodbye to it. You have to be the last fool: this is not a knife, but a work of art, piece work. As they say in places «not so remote» (simply – far): «First grade!» And, if, really, not in my pocket, then he has a place – in the museum! And not in the museum of the history of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, and in the Armory!

I got it on occasion, got even before me finally «got it». I brought it from the army, from the harsh places, that «at the very edge of the earth». By the way, that’s very convenient: look for the ends… on the edge! How did this happen? Elementary: if Shura Balaganov happened sit in the prison along with a source of information about millions of Koreiko, I happened to be in the hospital with one goner, neither the name nor the face of which I do not remember. And not «already», but «immediately, as soon as». As soon as I went out of the gate of the institution: «out of sight, out of mind». That’s very convenient also: how to remember something, that did not have time to remember? I myself always try to «sink into the soul as deeply»: mutual short memory is pledge of mutual longevity.

The reasons, why I liked him, I do not know. But I just liked. In the soldiers’ hospital is boring. When there is no vodka, no cards, no women, the time is turned on exclusively by talking. And I was the master to talk! Also, what a master! I could talk «certified silent» himself! But this goner and did not have to talk: he himself was asking, maybe, because not long left for him to live. As the team informed me, the comrade with might and main was preparing to meet the «woman in white shroud», and not only with might and main in all-armed.

So in one of our conversations, I don’t remember already, an illustration of what, this knife appeared. The knife was worked by a craftsman-dad, who at the same time was listed as a recidivist. The design was simple and effective in Russian. The main thing, the device did not fail: checked «on the stand». I do not remember how and why, but I became the owner of this souvenir, which is not a souvenir at all. But I remember exactly, that when I gain the rights of violence to a comrade did not apply. Most likely, there was a mutually beneficial exchange: my good participation – for a part of his goodness.

Soon I left the hospital «as prescribed» – together with a gift. Before departure, I, as a decent person, went to say goodbye – and «said goodbye»: a comrade «ordered us all to live for a long time» the other day. I will not say, that I was too upset by this news. I will say more: it did not upset me at all. After all, the guy «gave the ends not only into the ground, but also «into the water». It is a sin to say so, but a very correct decision. Now let someone try to find it! All at once: his, me, our relationship, the knife, the manufacturer! And if so, then there was nothing: neither me – in connection with him, nor him – in connection with me! There was no other «according to the inventory»! I was free «on all four sides»: none of them had tattoos on me! And the «apparatus» is his spiritual testament to us all… in my face!..

I am lovingly stroking the device. I have indescribable sympathy for it. No, I, of course, can express – and even «express», but I will not repay what I deserve. This thing gives me what I never had: self-confidence. I felt it, not yet seeing the device in action. For sensations, I had enough of what I saw «at the booth.» I could only sympathize with the stand and the one, who in the future will be in his place. Well, it says so: «sympathize». My client does not deserve sympathy. He deserves only what he gets.

I check ammunition. The device is designed for five «shots». «Benefactor» gave me a device with a full ammunition and a clip of the bargain. Unfortunately, this device has the same drawback as a firearm: the striking tool remains in the target. And, like the bullet, I cannot remove the blade from the client, because the device is worked out conscientiously. Force transmission system and the spring is so effective, that the blade pierces the chest of a person through! If he had a plumage, then I would have to grab for it, like the tail of a firebird! That is: go and catch! Do not pick it out, in fact, especially at the place of work, when every second is dear to me! With all my political courage, I strictly follow the motto of one comrade, who said: «In our business, the main thing is to slip away in time!»

I still see crooked smirks on their faces: this does not happen! But gentlemen critics do not know the story well, and not only the history of weapons, but also a simple story. If I am not mistaken, Pharaoh Amenhotep the Second, son of Thutmose the Third, from a distance of one hundred steps from a simple bow, a simple arrow with a copper tip punched a three-finger-thick forged copper plate! And not the way it was done by the papa, who was just «breaking through» with a three-finger tip. The arrow shot by the son, passed through and fell! But I work with a better device and not from a hundred steps away!

Since my «arrows» are a consumable, I immediately faced the challenge: to fill the expense. And I went to the key keepers and bazaars. Of course, I could turn to familiar mechanics – and I would not be denied. But the police could turn to them, and they would not be denied either – this time about me. Why so gloomy? Well, if only because with all the incapacity of the modern police it is not worth it at all, really, mix with shit, even if it is it. In order to think of the idea to establish a manufacturer, it is not necessary to finish law school. I could be calm for the device itself and the «head» ammunition, but «local replenishment» could give a trace to me. At least, today’s police watch TV. And it shows that you can find out the nature of the alloy and method of manufacture.

That’s why I made a choice in favor of the handicraftsmen: neither I know them, nor they me, especially since I attached only the parameters of the blade to the advance. Yes, and I chose non-resident craftsmen: I visited neighboring areas. That is, I did everything to make life difficult for detectives, because God protects the cherished. That’s how I replenished with «ammunition.»

Everything would be fine if it were not for the unification of the method. In my case, unification is not good, even if I work well, because that narrows the search range. Me, it means. That’s trifle, but you look: it narrows! So you need a duplicate option. And I had to choose this option myself. To do, that is. Thanks to the «benefactor» for having saved me from the torments of creativity. And I resolutely embarked on the path of plagiarism.

I got up on it, sitting at the table. For the one for which I disassembled my «pocket crossbow» into structural elements. I had to record a sequence of operations: I didn’t want «extra» parts left after the reassembly. Almost without changing anything, I «shifted» the circuit to an even more compact device: a writing pen. Our bad time is good because the pens now we have for every taste, and not one of them, no matter how idiotic she looks, causes not suspicion and even curiosity.

My «taste» required a surely thick handle – and I executed it demand. It is hardly necessary to explain why the thick one: Kulibin from me – … not Kulibin, and therefore I could not reproduce the «one to one» trigger mechanism with the original, because it could not happen. Well, yes, I am not the first one. Even our missilemen cannot reproduce «one to one» «American trophies»: all the time at the exit are extra tons and extra meters. So, I not only am not in a hurry to sprinkle ashes, but even am ready to give it to more «worthy comrades» – all, without a trace.

But, be that as it may, I not only loaded the «catapult» into the handle, but also made it work. At the same time, I «in passing», nevertheless, became «a little Kulibin». Not from a great mind: from necessity. I had to change something in the device. I was going to use in the handle are not knives, but needles, and not to punch their bodies. Under this case, I already stocked up with «chemical warfare agents». How to stock up? Little background: when I tried to become a businessman, for which I just did not take it! What kind of goods did not pass through my hands, more precisely, through them. Because, basically – all by. Pass me by. Everything flowed like water along with money. But something, nevertheless, «stuck». Among these «something» turned out to be the «illiquid assets» of chemical and organic origin: at one time in the market of «unofficial services» they were in considerable demand.

Where did the «illiquid assets» come from? I, too, have a question: because they have eliminated the whole «chain», from the supplier to the recipient. And I was – «on the side of a bow», that same «fifth leg», that is not needed even by a hare, not to mention the valiant detectives. That is why I stayed on the sidelines – along with the cargo, that was entrusted to me and not claimed. My comrades have sunk into oblivion – they never returned from it. At first, I wanted to courageously get rid of the evidence. But there were days and nobody followed them and for me too. And then I decided: let them lie. They do not ask for porridges, but, you see, someday they will be useful! And, it seems that such time has come.

Yes, such a commercial past does not decorate the «ideological fighter». And I would not be beautiful if I were an «ideological fighter». But I am not an «ideological» or even a «fighter»: see above! And also for me there were four guys like mountains: «Woe from wits», Griboedov, Chatsky and the phrase «Who are the judges?» So, «do not judge – and you will not be judged!» Otherwise, «Tell me who I am – tell me who you are!», as comrade Nero said!

I repent: unlike a knife, this device had to be tested not «on the stand». At the same time, something else had to: take sin on the soul – together with a strange soul. One consolation: the soul was a rat, not in the sense that, to my joy, the man turned out to be bad. The soul was a rat, because it belonged to a rat. I had to check the operation of the device. «In conditions as close as possible to the fighting»! I want to immediately please the defender of wildlife… in myself: I did not make the rat suffer. She «walked away» quietly and without much delay. It inspired optimism. Oh, if the rat – «number one» survival in extreme conditions – showed such a «suddenness», then what to say for a man! Hence – am I not a humanist?! Even in relation to those objects of work, that need to be «escorted» exclusively through the «wheel» and the «iron maiden»!

Someone may ask a question: «Why is it so exotic: shooting knives, needles?» It is clear, why: «for the moral-psychological effect». And also for conspiracy: it is more difficult to search for originals. This is not a primitive usher with an ax. The original must be sought not with the feet, but with the head. And with this, today’s detectives have big problems: the form does not match the content.

So, I got equipped and was ready to «go out into the field». There was no need to go far: here it is – just look out the window! A wide field… of my activities! But, as one comrade told us, haste is needed only when catching fleas. But I was going to catch a client – and remain elusive myself! Therefore, I have not yet decided on the mode of operation – and it was already necessary to determine the safety measures.

Yes, of course, I can «pick up the clientele» right from the window. While the villains missing. But besides the scoundrels, there are enough brains both on them and on everything else. Including to think about. Think about how true the installation is, nevertheless: «Do not commit fornication where you work, do not steal where you live!» «Save on the search – it is harming yourself! In the sense of: look for adventures on her! And do not just search: find them!

As Vysotsky sang, «I explain it popularly for the ignorant». If I will «work at the place of residence», even our conditional detectives, even if not immediately, but «reach» – both to the thought and to me! And when they get there, they will narrow the search to several houses! Hence – what conclusion is it? «Elementary, Watson»: you need to knock down the «garbage» from the panties, and along with the track! That is, «to guide them on the right path». And this can be done only by expanding the geography of work. That is, go beyond the «zone of circular review». With similar facts that took place in different places of the city, you have to put… no: drive the police to a dead end! Only different places should be… really different places! Not neighboring streets, not neighboring neighborhoods – only neighboring areas! It is necessary to divert suspicions of detectives – along with their few brains – away from the place of residence!

Of course, insurance is a retreat «from the line». But without it, there will be no «line»! Yes, and insurance does not cancel the task of optimizing villains «at home», so that they do not spoil the look and mood. It is necessary to combine! Need to work in parallel! We have to keep up – in order for the police to have time only to register the facts! To anything else she never had time! So, there is a road in the neighboring area, not right now – if necessary! I’m only trying to decide: dare me or not?

And, behold, how can I dare, I have not decided with this yet. After all, this is what kind of cross I charge myself! Even without being «Dubrovsky» and «Robin Hood», de facto I will «sign up as an accomplice»! But is it enough for me alone? And do I need it? All right, I optimized one villain. So, after all, he so pissed off my eyes and soul that there was no strength! The forces were found only on its optimization. Well, let me still have a reserve in place. For insurance, I will work out a similar clientele in other places. Well, enough! This is not a contract, but easy prevention! I do not set myself global challenges. I am not going to present all human sorrow for payment!

Yes, there is a problem. And the problem is serious. But my view of it is local and extremely narrow: the width of the window and the circular view. The main thing is that not a single bastard should call in my eyes and drip onto my soul! And in «Jesus the other way round», I’m not going to disguise myself, not the All-Forgiven, but All-Unforgiving and the Vindicator. Sorry, but this is an ideology. And my interest in this matter is purely practical: if you are not at me, scum, then there is no me at you! Do not catch my eye, do not get in my way – and we disperse peacefully! I am not bloodthirsty. I have enough of the blood that is necessary for enlightenment in the minds of potential customers. Do not disturb me to live – and I will not disturb you! Is it not a revolutionary approach? So I’m not a revolutionary! I am only removing obstacles from my path! Do not be an obstacle – and I will not remove you… for lack of need.

So it’s decided: I haven’t dared yet. As it is peculiar to us, «Ivans»! Russian «maybe"is our «modus vivendi» together with the «modus operandi»! Do not do today what can be done tomorrow – and, at least, for a day, you are free from work and thoughts. And, most importantly: you are free from having to make a decision! Maybe, Jesus really is right: «… do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow itself will care about your: enough for each day of their care!» If it’s really so, then this a Jew is a real Russian!..