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Lounging in an armchair near the fireplace, Emil sipped rum. I stirred the dying coals and also sat down on the sofa. Obviously, something was wrong in the atmosphere, for the day turned out to be as chaotic as the previous night. I managed to sleep no more than an hour and a half, and in the evening I felt somewhat uncomfortable. Fortunately, the Italian girl was not as hopeless as I thought at first. The soup she cooked came in handy, as did the spaghetti she cooked on her own initiative. If it weren’t for her bad temper, she might have come out of something.

– If you want, I can attach a girl to me right now, – taking another sip, Emil put the glass on the table. – I just need an escort girl of this type.

– The problem is, – he stretched out his legs lazily, looked at the fireplace, then back at his friend, – that the girls work for you of their own free will. Do you think this one will agree?

Emil chuckled. He poured himself some rum, but was in no hurry to drink. I waited for it to open to get the full taste. Connoisseur of sophistication, his mother!

The company of an old friend helped for some time to overshadow thoughts about business and problems. I shrugged. It would be nice to go somewhere warm for a few days, away from the hustle, bustle and all the rubbish around me. But…

– Are you sure that her faithful will find three hundred pieces? The friend smiled again.

– We will see.

– In which case, I will find someone to offer it to, – a spark flashed in his eyes, and it became clear to me that Emil himself was interested in Marik. Squinting, I looked my friend in the face, and he shook his head. He took a glass and sipped the rum. The owner of several VIP nightclubs, sometimes he personally picked up girls. It happened that he contacted me. But the Italian…

– You won’t fool me, – I answered and looked at the clock. – What, are you tired of yours? He hesitated, thinking about whether to stay at home today, but common sense prevailed. Like it or not, it was necessary to look into a couple of casinos.

– Not like… – The corner of his mouth twitched. – But this… blood and milk. – Wow!

– I would say tequila with hot peppers.

Rising, he went to the fireplace and leaned on the shelf. No, perhaps this evening should still be spent at home. In which case, my people will deal with any problems, and the mobile is always at hand. I can get to any of my casinos within an hour.

Emil put down the rum and, just as I had done a minute earlier, glancing at his watch, he said:

– It’s time for me, – he held out his hand, and I answered him with a firm handshake. – Papers in the office, do not forget to look. And think about the girl, he winked at me. I can always find a place for such a place. Let him fulfill his husband’s debt.

I don’t know what made me look at the girl before going upstairs. I noticed a streak of light under the door of her room and couldn’t help it. A few hours earlier, one of my boyfriends brought her suitcase and now he was standing in the hallway, but I remembered this only now. Well, well… he will behave well, he will receive rags.

The girl sat on the bed with her arms around her. I could hardly see her face because of her wildly falling hair. She didn’t even look at me, which seemed odd. Once again decided to show character? I have already managed to make sure that she has a crappy one, so I could not try.

– Marika, – he called sharply.

She shuddered, lifted her head and stared at me. Her eyes shone feverishly, her face was too pale. I stepped closer and, taking her by the chin, forced her to look at me.

– What happened to you?

She parted her lips, but I did not hear an answer. However, it was clear that she was too hot. Damn it! Only this was not enough for me! I remembered the lowered window in the car, but as soon as I had time to think that it was worth lifting it, the girl squeezed out:

– My stomach hurts. And sick.

I lifted her head up. I felt heavy, hot breathing on my fingers and, unexpectedly for myself, I realized that it became heavy in the groin. What the hell is that?! It really must be time for me to get out of town for at least a few days.

I hope you’re not pregnant? removed his hand.

– No, – she replied with a certainty that did not make me doubt her answer.

– And how long has it been with you?

She swallowed, licking her lips. She turned to the bed and, taking the crumpled coverlet, threw it over her shoulders. She shivered.

– I don’t know… – she swallowed, took a breath and covered her mouth with her hand.

Fine! Just great! Apparently, this idiot managed to get fucked. The only question is what if we ate the same thing?

Jumping up, Marika rushed to the bathroom, but I shook my head again and, without thinking twice, followed. On the way, he picked up the coverlet she had dropped from the floor and threw it over his shoulder.

– And you fell on my head… – he gritted, going into the bathroom.

Rinsed her seriously. Thin shoulders trembled, the body was tense. Bending down, I gathered my thick black hair into a handful and waited for her to let go.

– Thank you, – she croaked, taking the piece of paper I handed her. She wiped her mouth and began to rise.

She was shaking from weakness. Holding her by the elbow, he led her to the sink and turned on the water.

– This is probably your dick … – scooping up a handful of water, she sniffed.

Well, something, but my dick had nothing to do with it, but I didn’t tell her about it. She looked too miserable. At dinner, I suggested that she try real Russian horseradish with beetroot juice, which was expertly prepared by a cook who came twice a week. Apparently, it turned out to be too exotic for her.

– Here, – he handed her the towel.

Her blouse was wet on her chest and stuck to her body, her nipples were clearly visible through the fabric. Yes, her mother by the leg! He wanted to turn away, but instead, on the contrary, he glanced over her entire body, lingering on her collarbones. Nothing special, girl, like a girl, but…

– Thanks, – she said again, handing me the towel. Our fingers touched, and she hurriedly withdrew her hand. Fears? He looked at her intently. Already unsettled, she became nervous, took hold of the collar of her blouse, touched a button.

– I hope you’re not going to undress again? – I threw a towel on the sink. Anger flashed in her eyes, and it gave me a strange satisfaction. He grabbed his chin. She tried to jerk her head away, but I squeezed harder, feeling the incomprehensible tension and heat become more palpable at the same time.

– Don’t touch me, – she hissed like a feral cat, and grabbed my wrist.

– Go to bed, – I said, opening my fingers.

It sounded rather ambiguous, and she seemed to understand it too, for she did not budge. And so she stood – slightly disheveled, pale, nervous.

– Go to bed, – he repeated clearly, looking into her eyes. I saw how her nostrils flared, how she pursed her lips, trying to control the desire to answer me. – Let’s! I took her by the elbow and pushed her towards the door.

Again he felt the heat emanating from her and loosened his grip a little. Hot Italian blood mixed with a shitty disposition – what a mixture! Although… what to expect from a girl who jumped out to get married in a city where marriage can be formalized not only in a few hours, but in a couple of minutes?!

– You’re a pervert! she yelled as I pushed her again, this time toward the bed. She staggered and, unable to resist, sat down sideways. She tossed her head sharply, and looked at me with an angry challenge. – I’m sick! Do you like it when a woman…

– Idiot, – he grumbled, barely holding back the urge to grab her by the hair and put her back on her feet. Her hands itched and, if not for her condition…

– Good! She began to unbutton her blouse impulsively, without taking her eyes off me. Tongues of blue flame dancing in her eyes burned my nerves with irritation. One button, one more… The lace of the bra appeared in the neckline of the blouse. Unable to restrain myself, I still squeezed her wrist and threw my hand away. Jeans stretched, and this only made my annoyance stronger.

– If you don’t understand the first time, I’ll repeat again: you don’t interest me. So leave your tantrums to someone else. You’ll be naked when I get out, okay?

Her chest heaved, her fingers trembled. I don’t know what was going on in her head, but I knew one thing: I’ve had enough for today. A little more, and she will finally bring me out! With one last look at her, I walked out of the room with long strides.

– I’ll bring you the pills in two minutes, – he said curtly, opening the door. – And keep in mind… just one more such trick, and I will find where to apply your talents.

What other talents? she blurted out angrily.

– Undressing in public, – I snapped and left the room, swearing at the same time as I hadn’t swearing for a very long time.

Having finished with the girl, I went up to my room, but as soon as I took off the sweater thrown on the bed, the phone rang softly. Judging by the fact that the time has passed after midnight, the call could hardly bode well.

– Yes, to all of you, – he muttered softly through his teeth, looking at the display and answered: «Yes!..

And then I realized that I would not be able to sleep that night.

– And where is he now?

I took the papers brought by Georg, the man in charge of security in all my casinos, and sat down on the edge of the table.

– My people had an explanatory conversation with him. I think now that he realized that we know about the fake passport…

I flipped through the papers. A copy of the passport, which turned out to be fake, documents for a car issued in the same name, a marriage certificate… The quality of the fakes was excellent, and yet George’s people quickly managed to find out that Ivan Lobachev, whom he introduced himself as, apparently, and his Italian girlfriend, Ivan Lobachev was not. The three hundred thousand dollars he lost was a significant sum, but I have seen people leave much more at the gaming table or at the roulette table. And yet, I never forgave or wrote off debts, and I was not going to do this now.

– Real name to find out, as I understand it, has not yet been possible?

– We are working on it, – Georg replied immediately.

I nodded. Undoubtedly, his people could have easily knocked a confession out of Lobachev himself, but… Georg always preferred more subtle methods, and I approved of them. Ignorance makes you nervous. Until Lobachev knows exactly what we know about him, his room for maneuver will be limited. And judging by the fact that they spotted him just at the moment when he was about to flee to the States…

– Did they tell him the amount that Emil estimated his girl for?

Georg silently nodded, but I understood that thoughts were roaming in his head, which for some reason he was in no hurry to voice, and with just one look he ordered me to continue.

– I think he’ll be in trouble, Max, – he finally said curtly. – Slippery type and, apparently, difficult. Fake passport and rights of excellent quality. All we’ve been able to find so far is a couple of fines from the last year. The passport was lit up only a few times: casinos, buying tickets…

And where did he fly?

– To Italy, – Georg replied, not surprising me in the least. So Italy. I looked at the papers again, flipped through them, pursing my lips thoughtfully. It was worth picking up the girl, dragging her here and shaking everything she knows about her own husband out of her.

Did you pay attention to the girl’s suitcase? I asked as I threw the papers on the table. «Obviously not cheap. And things on it, apparently, designer.

Georg gave me a knowing look. Yes… It was worth asking the girl. Something just told me that she wouldn’t say shit. Another spoiled fool, led by the fluffy tail of an ordinary cheap gigolo. The only question is, where did this gigolo get such a skillfully forged passport and rights? Either the girl is not as simple as it seems at first glance, or not everything is so simple with Ivan Lobachev.

– Information must be in the shortest possible time, – I said, getting up. – As soon as possible, Georg.