Chapter 0: How out of time

So, day X, everything is in a bundle, I am handsome, perfumed, courageous and in a grandfather's jacket. He was still a dandy in his youth, so there's nothing to think about here, it's a steel classic, and even so high-quality that the asphalt will rot into dust sooner than a moth will devour it. Legs squeeze sneakers for eight thousand, half the salary, damn them. I shouldn't complain, of course, it's also quality, but now I eat pasta before my salary, and if the Light turns out to be too fastidious, then I will eat the Holy Spirit and dew drops.

Although... After a night with such a Light, you can even go into monasticism, it's too good, little devil. Ahh, her legs, her ass, her breasts... Mm, everything is perfect. Yes, and she is beautiful in herself, and goes to the gym, and reads books, and the folder rides her on yachts, a fairy tale, in short, and not a girl.

Of course, I'm not some kind of schmuck either, but we have different levels. If she's a thoroughbred princess, then I'm just a damn beautiful mongrel, and also smart and modest to everything else. Here it is important to be poor enough so that the beauty feels that she is walking with a bad guy, the same guy from the streets, but rich enough to feed her the way princes do. It's a difficult role, but I'm still coping.

Here is our restaurant, it even hurts to look at it, but for the sake of the Light... Walk, flaw, from the ruble and above!

It's eight o'clock, it's already dark, it's cool, you can throw your grandfather's jacket on beautiful shoulders, it's already a plus sign. I patted the sides, a cockroach fell out from somewhere. Well, it's not my fault, all the questions are to my dorm, a great place if there is no money at all - squirrels are running around the walls, with guys they have already caught them and fried for fun. In general, I won a mower then, although the paws in my teeth were getting old, but this is the tenth thing.

So, in half an hour she will come... Or rather, it will drive up, such people do not walk.

You can smoke, look through the tape. The phone of the huyuway model works, in principle, as it is called. Well, now it's stuck... Well, ek-makarek!

- You won't turn on, you bastard, I'll expand all the connectors with a rusty nail! - quietly, gently, right into the microphone.

Oh! Now it's turned off altogether!

- You cowardly trash, it's no good for me to faint!

So, today I forgot my phone at home, oh, how bad it turned out, well, at least I have the card with me, and I'll catch a taxi to the hotel with my pens... Exorbitantly, but for the sake of the Light...

Okay, my eyes haven't dried out, for now you can just look at people, at the stars, at the leaves. It's beautiful, there's nothing to say, everything sparkles, is full of colors and tries to pull another thousand out of you. So, Eugene, don't think about that toy vending machine, don't look at it, she won't notice, the toys there are ugly, the quality is garbage, and generally useless... The light doesn't need them, she won't look at them, yes, that's right. We'll just have dinner, then we'll take a little walk around the area, I'll find a taxi driver, go to a clearing, cut out a "W + C = heart" with a knife, and then go to the hotel and everything will be fine...

Who am I kidding, this rich woman has read a lot of romantic nonsense and one hundred percent will want this tattered bear from this tin piece of capitalist cunning!

So, breathe deeper, inhale and exhale, you, Zhenek, have been saving up for this evening for a month and a half, everything will be a bundle, there will be enough for everything. You're on the street, look around, think, dream... Mm... Svetka may be able to do things in bed that are not even transmitted in porn. Well, she also said that she did acrobatics for a couple of years as a child, and also do not forget about the gym...

And she will also be in a red dress with a low neckline, like the one in the alley, and then you will stick to her, press her against the wall, get your hand under the dress... Yeah, just like that guy to her... Dent!

Yes, she will naturally be raped now! Mm... But there's a guy twice as big as me... Oh, here's a girl crying, I hate it. when girls cry. Damn, damn, damn... And I don't care!

- Hey! You! Yes, you, well, drop it, you lustful animal! - minus one phrase in the list "it is necessary to pronounce for life."

He wasn't scared of my voice at all, but of course I have to climb up to them myself.

Here I am crossing the road at a brisk pace in the wrong place, a car is braking right in front of me, red, expensive, but I am already a shot sparrow, cars are afraid to drive in our area, and not pedestrians to walk. Easily and naturally, I put my foot right on the hood of an unfortunate foreign car and leave a decent dent on an expensive tin. Here it is important to feel where the machine has stiffeners and where it is worth pushing to achieve the desired effect, and this crumb never thought that some beggar would trample on it.

- Where are you going, you stupid sheep!

- Sorry, brother, it just happened!

Well, I'm wrong here, but does it matter? Was Superman watching not to smash a couple of blocks in a battle with some alien bullshit? No? So I won't look either! There's a crime going on here, and I'm still going to figure it out...

- What a samo, you're fucking...

But I was above arguments and simply tore through the rest of the road to the rapist who was staring at me in a daze. Well, yes, people like me rarely walk in this neighborhood, we are rare animals here, I admit. I smacked him with all the running, in short, but my heroic strength was not enough to knock out the villain.

He staggered slightly, stroked his jaw, straightened up and took a brass knuckles out of his pocket.

- Ohh... Let's discuss everything that happened over a cup of tea?!!

Should I talk about what kind of maniacs rapists have gone, it's just a horror! You address him as a person, and he's with brass knuckles on you. In short, the knife had to be misused today. The rapist's fists were the size of my face, nmi and I were compatible, in short, one hundred percent, but I didn't want to combine with him, so I had to awaken a third eye, a spider's sense and something else, like the fear of a fracture, but not exactly.

The big guy, oddly enough, was fast and sharp, and he kept a stand... Why the hell did the local rapist statistician turn out to be a boxer?! I managed to dodge for a while, and then... A sharp feint and a knife flew out of my hands, then I missed a punch, and then another and another. And then something turned out to be the ground in front of my nose abruptly, I did not understand what happened then, whether I became a gnome abruptly or fell, but I still fell, although I like the version with a gnome more. And then... Wow, they danced a rumba on my head, counted my ribs with shoes, once it flew over the balls, which, by the way, I don't approve at all! In our honest kumite, receptions below the belt are prohibited, even on recumbent ones!

In general, for about five minutes this stylist was picking up a new image for me, sculpting with his paws, so to speak, a new Hollywood star. In general, he was out of breath, cooled down a little, looked at the result of his work and, after making sure with a kick that all my ribs were of a liquid consistency, spat on grandpa's jacket and went into the darkness.

After that, the driver of a red foreign car came up, kicked me a couple of times and also left. My sides were pretty well namyali, so that's how those bastards felt after us... It will be necessary to give them more later, the view is scarier than the sensations, that's what I want to say.

Somehow I sat down, leaned against the wall. It was flowing from his mouth, but it was just a trifle, the hand was more worried that it resolutely refused to wipe the bloody drool. Broken, it looks like. The second was a little more active than the first, but also not ice, in fact. I looked around, looked for the one for whom I fought proudly and steadfastly...

Here I am sitting and for some reason I am sure that the man and I just caught a glitch in common and quarreled in vain. It seems to me that this was a wonderful person, a boxer, an intellectual, and a girl... Pf, so she never was, so, a little insanity. Or maybe it was a ghost, because... There is absolutely no trace of her existence, damn my leg! I don't remember Lois sending a super after the rescue!

Dent, it would be better to stand and watch, by God! Maybe I would have seen something, I would have repeated it with Svetka at night... But no, it was necessary to get in, Eugene is a hero! Oh... speaking of Light...

Here's her yellow Ferrari. Mm, red dress, beautiful body, deep cleavage. Oh, a slight discontent in the look, Sveta never liked to wait. Oh, come on, honey, I'm only a minute late... Here she takes her iPhone, the devil knows what model, never followed, dials a number with her finger with a crappy manicure.

"There was a holiday in a provincial town, music was playing..." - my huyuveychik woke up.

- How...Kha-kha-kha-khaaa... Nevovr.... me! - something gurgles in my throat, but the taste is metallic... Hmm, and it's even delicious, I can even understand vampires that are drawn by blood, a pleasant drink!

In short, Eugene treacherously ignored Sveta, she was offended and, without looking around at all, got into the car and drove off into the sunset, on someone else's horseradish. What a pity, I've been processing it for six months, and here is such an opportunity... Ehh...

Oh, my, something has become cool, I'm even shivering. Is it raining, or did a puddle run off me from below? Oh, I don't even want to look, let it rain, okay? Okay, the train is gone, Superman needs to wash his pants, jacket and his face, so he should get ready to go home.

So, on the wall, on the wall, everything is fine, Eugene, everything is fine, broken handles are a matter of everyday life, they will be repaired in no time, the main thing is to get to the hospital. but though... It's not so bad for me here either, it hurts to drag myself lazily somewhere, and I've already slept on the street, at fifteen, sixteen, nineteen and twenty - it's already a tradition, so to speak, there was a little vodka in the body, but today something is good without it I want to sleep.

Oh, my, nose in the ground again. God, yes, I need to be stuffed into a cartoon, with such a juicy "smack" I crashed my face into a puddle, Vanek would have blown himself, and it's funny to me, in fact. Well, okay, the pose is quite comfortable, I don't feel the handles of the legs, the body, however, is aching a little, but it's just a trifle, after training the muscles hurt worse.

Ahh, someone ran up to me, some strange shoes, tasteless - dear mom!

"You... ha...Hakha... where... Grha!

- Be silent, don't talk! - nice voice, but the shoes are still bullshit.

I was turned upside down, the devil knows why, I liked concrete, but though... The stars in the sky also seem to be nothing like that, although they certainly can't compare with me. After a couple of seconds, they were overshadowed by a chest that slightly fell out of a tasteless blue dress. Good God, I'm being fucked by a prostitute!

- ... An ambulance... A doctor!

Don't need anyone, let me sleep, we'll figure it out in the morning...

- Hey! Don't lose consciousness... Come back!

In the morning, period... I want to sleep - I can't...