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– I want to live! I have to take everything from life! – Almost screaming with pain in his voice these words a tall, broad man to his companion. – We need to find a way out.

– I think that there is a solution – a calm voice replied a second – but we do not eat it-knowledge. Have to search. – Answered friend.

– Why do others turn their money as they please? Why they can buy an expensive car, build a cottage, drinking expensive cognac aged, women, and have all the benefits?

– Yes bro! And here you are Serge, not fucking have not fuck will not be! – Interrupted his friend. – Imagine, Serge, that we could have if we had to you, well, at least a hundred thousand dollars?

Sergei is tempting to remark friend, tilted her head towards him and said:

– Sing, is not transferable, firstly, we have given up on the south. There would lead themselves in order. Then our old dream could be realized b. We would have gone with you abroad, where it would be possible to open a case or whether, and without worries, having fun, today, say in Japan tomorrow in Argentina or in Hawaii paradise to spend the night in a circle of beautiful fairies. Drink expensive wine and live among the pleasures of earthly paradise.

– Serge, I want you back on the ground. In the first one hundred thousand dollars you can not open the case in Western countries, where wealthy businessmen and visionaries such as you to the wealth of a dime a dozen. A fierce competition out there, so if you do not have sufficient support in the community is a penny you price your hundred thousand dollars.

– I feel like a million dollars three four we should appear. But as I can not think of anything.

Two friends Sergey and Peter walked on the avenue of the park dreaming of the rich life. One in a rumpled, which gave V-types dressed in gray, the other in a windbreaker with a hood and sweatpants. The rays of the setting sun lit up even the tops of maples and lindens and betrayed the gloomy park bright vibrant look, getting tangled in the leaves rustling in the breeze. Sergei was higher Igor. His stately tightened figure and the face, the embodiment of virile male beauty, come Wail his mysterious and romantic look. But his eyes, looked poignantly of a frown ever in moments of irritation flashed wildly flickering lights of irony. He loved women, he liked the appearance of women, but his eyes, human eyes greedy and cunning always repelled them. He also thought that with the obtaining of money it reaches all. Yes, life is not spoiled Sergei their sweets. Early deprived of his parents, he had 14 years of work on the farm assistant blacksmith, seven years after finishing school. When he was fifteen and eighteen he raped her and got to the dock. And after serving a ten-year sentence, he, being already adult man with a gray streak on the jet-black head, decided that youth is gone, that time is lost, that life has played a trick on him. What the people around him is entirely thieves and hacks. What an honest living, he will not reach all of that so colorfully painted and draws his imagination. And he, Sergey Konotop, frantically crave money. He felt their rough touch in my dreams. He saw a pile of crisp packs on his desk. But he had to open his eyes, like a ghost money swam, flew, teasing and daring imagination. Sergei Konotopskiy uniformly dressed in wearing a gray suit with the eternally crumpled trousers and black laced shoes. But the shirts were always white, clean laundered and smoothed with an unbuttoned collar, which is viewed through a powerful bull neck. The plant in the blacksmith shop, he carefully dressed in the locker room in a clean robe, which is often carried home and washed, because could not stand the filth that surrounded his whole way of life. Both at work and in the park with a friend Pyotr Alexeyevich Garkusha, which was a good cafe. They drank beer, walked the park and dreaming about big money.

Peter Garkusha unlike his friend was slightly lower than his companion. Blond hair, well combined with the color tasteful shirt, this time he was wearing denim trousers and boots fashion platform, complemented his clothes thrown over the shoulders was a gray jacket with a hood. The correct oval face, thin profile chiseled nose and blue eyes irresistibly feminine act on women. He was endowed by nature, and all looks and respectable life, but growing up without a father. Mother, she thought, well bred son. She graduated from the school, his successfully entered road in college and after graduating, he worked in scientific and research institute of the designer. Having tried all the temptations of life, he sank into an apathetic contemplation of the world, becoming in his twenty-five years, the young man with the soul of the old man. Peter was attracted to Sergey, as a person to crave fruits partaking of them. He was interested in the community adult child, to find those nuggets of wasted energy and effort that so sparkled in the eyes of other caustic. He lived another, he wanted all of what one wanted and thought he wanted money. Ideas mining money came unbelievable, but all seemed absurd and ridiculous. Tired of their friends on the past will go happily through the alley without thinking about anything.

Sergei said suddenly, looking at the girl walking in front of a huge black German shepherd dog breed:

– My grandfather, I remember, was a sorcerer.

– Ha, ha, ha! – Peter laughed – How long did you think about it?

– Do not laugh. I seriously.. – the concentration of said Sergei. And after a pause, he added: – I got him some power seems called hypnosis.

– Well, you try it out?

– I did not believe at first, and then…

– Wait, let’s see if this is the case, then… Here! Quickly you must inculcate the girl that she is not a dog and a man.

– What, so soon?

– And you, what powerful magician? You think I’m kidding?

Sergei looked indifferently at each other and said feebly: – Well, good try. – With these words Sergey focused, making the stone face and stared at the front going to twenty meters from friends, a girl with a dog.

Peter watched him, walking around, trying not to breathe. He suddenly keenly felt some ma-cal therefore, became suddenly strange, face each other. Peter curiously looked at the girl. She moved carefree light-footed with no signs of impact Sergei her. But suddenly somehow it reduced the step, and now moving slowly looking thoughtfully at the top of the light from the sun maples. Dog leash, which she kept not naturally began to touch his right hand. Peter surprise knew no bounds. He looked with admiration at Sergei, but he did not seem to notice anything around and with a stone mine on the face of an ongoing session. Peter curiously looked at the girl. She walked slowly down the alley and suddenly started talking to herself. No he was not heard. Friends were close, about five meters away from the girl and heard what she said to the dog:

– Do you love poetry, Pavlik? – Peter was told to astonished.

– What have you done? – Whisper asked Peter, Sergei. Sergei glad experiment, replied with a smile: – The main thing that I’ll prove it! – Smugly I looked at his friend.

– Hey, Serge, I can not believe that you it can. Come on now disperse to their homes, but we’ll see, as they say, tomorrow is another day.

– Well, until tomorrow.

– I’ll come to you tomorrow. – Said Peter, shaking a friend’s hand.

The day was sunny and warm summer Sunday morning. Friends met and decided to sunbathe on the rivulet flowing near their village. On the beach there was none. They settled down in the sand, substituting back the morning rays. Both were silent, both were busy thinking of extraction of money.

– I have an idea! – I exclaimed Peter.

– Speak, speak, – urged his patter Sergey

– The machine, which carries the money, well, such a bank armored car, brings much of the time?

– Where you bring? – He stared blankly at his friend Sergei.

– Yes, at your plant?

– Thousands of fifty, one hundred. What?

– Yes, brother, Serge, you certainly talented guy hypnosis, but it is clear that a child fell from the oak.

– But what … – Peter presented his idea

– I agree salary on Monday in four days. So tomorrow!

– But, you recheck your ability not to let! – Peter suggested.

– On whom?

– Why, even if those two. – Peter pointed to the two guys, sunbathing on the opposite bank of the creek, which were in thirty meters from his comrades.

– I’ll try, – said Sergei, and again, as in the experiment with the girl in the park, made of stone centered person turning on the Sphinx Valley of Giza, near the pyramids of Cheops that in Egypt. He stared at the boys lying serenely. One of them was soon pulled leg, once, then a second, then suddenly jumped to his feet and, pointing a finger in the sand in front of him said something to his neighbor, who was also on his feet and began backing away with it, faster and faster away from the coast river. The impression one gets is like a river burst its banks, and its waters become a flood beach.