Immigration to life - to be continued part 1

Immigration to life - to be continued
Vladimir Vorobyev Abadensky 


               
The door is steel, slams-honestly,
Turning the steel lock
To the guitar, songs again
Tightened one brother.


The novel, rather a criminal saga, is based on real events, the names of the surname are changed, as well as the areas of action. All criminal episodes are also changed. Consider coincidences as an accident.

The writing was conceived a very long time ago. Here, I portrayed the horror and nightmare of that time. Post-Soviet realism. In particular, the story is taken of one person, his life, from the beginning of a criminal life to its present days. Unfortunately, many crimes committed in those distant and ruthless years were never disclosed. As in other matters, many are not disclosed even now.



               


                                CREATION.part 1.

                                one).

               



This happened for the first time in the fall of 1992. Soviet Moscow was buzzing with new Russians, as well as with a hungry poor people who were extremely dissatisfied with the changes taking place. Glasnost, perestroika slogans angered ordinary Soviet citizens.
Cooperators, private entrepreneurs, tried to somehow make money, but what about workers? And the peasants, they faded away as a fact. It is not clear why all this happened to the people. But I'm not talking about the collapse of the USSR.
 And so, autumn 1992 November Moscow.
The evening on the boulevard ring slowly turned into a luminous night with red lights.
In the metro area Chistye Prudy met two friends, Igor and Vlad.
Vlad, with a smirk, suggested that a friend go to a private small but cozy cafe "Natasha's" to calmly discuss their plans, as it seemed then, for the future.
    Vlad-Vladidimir Shpatsman, born in 1970, a former soldier, was wounded, participated in the hostilities in the North Caucasus. He is now a student at the All-Russian State Institute of Cinematography, a faculty of dramaturgy. A wealthy family includes a father, a colonel of the USSR Internal Troops, a mother and civil servant in the Ministry of Foreign Trade. .
     Igor Safronchikov, born in 1970, an artist, graduated from the art school named after 1905. without working. Father is an artist at the applied arts factory, mother is an accountant.

 They passed and settled in their favorite place by the window. Made an order.
-I don’t have money today, I am aground, Igor said sadly.
- Nothing, not in the first, Vlad answered stretching and smiling smugly.
“So, you agree, do you need money or not?” Vlad continued the conversation.
“Of course, but I still don’t understand what the matter is, what needs to be done?” Igor said inquiringly at Vlad.
They brought the order, Vlad poured vodka to Igor and himself, they drank. Between the first and second gap is not large, Vlad continued and poured more.
-Good going, so there, what do you need to do? snacking continued Igor.
- Nothing special, but you get five hundred bucks, how does it sound to you?
- That sounds cool. He poured Vlad and himself, and they drank again.
-What are you dark Vovchik, can you say directly what to do?
-Ok, listen here, here are the keys to the apartment, you need to go in there, here is the address, you will go at 12:00 o’clock later, he looked at the clock and continued. -In the office in the back room under the table you will find a case, do not open it and nothing don’t take it, don’t touch any things, just stupidly pick up the case and leave also quietly.
“Why are you signing me for the theft?” Igor dumbfounded.
"Has it collapsed from the oak to theft? Just one person cannot appear there, bandits graze him, which I don’t know in the case. They drank more."
- In short, here's another, Vlad took out a bundle and a piece of paper from his inner pocket, handed it to Igor.
-And what is it?
-This is a plan of the apartment you see where there is a cross there office there you need to get.
-And this? Igor wanted to expand the package, but Vlad covered his hand.
-This is a gas gun, it is charged with gas, just in case anyone tries to approach you. Don’t be afraid, you can shoot without problems.
- Well, when are the grandmothers?
-When you bring the case to me, I will wait for you here in the park on the contrary. Just look Igoryan do not open the case, I do not know what is there.
They decided on that. They made another order of vodka, turned gray before the cafe closed and left.
 Igor went to the entrance door, looked around, there was nobody there, the lamp in the courtyard was off, it was very dark. He was sleeping on a six-story building. He took out a gun, turned it in his hands, jerked the shutter and put it in his belt.
The entrance was clean, but very gloomy. Igor went up to the desired floor, went to the apartment and leaned his ear against the door. Silence, not a soul, he thought. The door without a squeak opened, he walked down the corridor to the desired room, entered, looked around, went to the table, took the case and headed for the exit, when he heard someone's voice, the woman asked rather loudly, Valerie, are you ? Igor was numb, pulled out a gun and opened the cabinet door. There was no one, but in the room opposite the night light of the lamp lit up.
At his own risk, he decided to make his way to the exit of the apartment, took a few steps and the bedroom door opened and a woman in a dressing gown came out. Igor was not at a loss to grab a gun from his belt and shot at it, the woman did not have time to cry out and crashed to the floor. Igor ran out from the apartment, went down the stairs and ran out into the courtyard.
In the courtyard everything was still quiet, only a breeze drove the fallen leaves along the asphalt path. He went with quick steps to the park where they were to meet.
On the bench sat calm and slightly cheerful Vlad. He lit a cigarette and got up when he saw Igor.
“Well, what happened?” He cried out, delighted at the case he had seen.
- Yes, here, but there was a problem, a woman in the apartment.
“And what happened?” Vlad suddenly asked in alarm.
- Yes, nothing, scared, then shot and ran away.
-And where is the gun?
-Here he is. Igor handed Vlad a gun.
-Come on here, I’ll throw it out. Igor handed the gun to Vlad, who carefully and quickly put it into his jeans pocket.
-And money, you promised me money right away.
-Igaresha of course, here I have them, keep your brother.
Vlad opened the trunk of the six donated by his father, they got into the car and went to the cottage. Where, according to Vlad, the customer was waiting for him. But the customer was not there and Vlad calmly took Igor to his house, and he returned to his cottage. there was nobody in the house, Vlad pulled the case out of the car and went into the house.
 The doors were nice, thick iron. He locked them with two locks and a chain.
- Well, everything seems to be. He went into the hall, put the case on the table and opened it.
To the great surprise, the case was full of money, packs of dollars, banknotes of one hundred American dollars worth blew up the brain of Vlad.
“And it's all mine, mine, mine!” He took cognac from the bar of the furniture wall, poured a full glass and drank it in one gulp.
-I'm rich! He undertook to count the packs-Three million five hundred thousand bucks, dear mother. He exclaimed.
  This morning it was about eleven o'clock in the afternoon Vlad woke up, counted out one and a half million and put the money in a case and went down to the basement floor, there was the entrance to the cellar.
He pulled out a rather voluminous pit and buried two million in a plastic bag there, and put the case with one and a half million and a gas, old, Walter pistol on one of the shelves.
Thus began the dangerous, tandem activity of Vlad and Igor.
 As time went on, friends met, drank, went to nightclubs, life went on. But a month later, Igor asked Vlad for a loan.
-What have you already spent five hundred bucks? he asked.
-And you thought that my father did not receive a salary that month, his mother either. In short, the Rodaks had to dump money, I was aground again.
- There is one thing. But I don’t know whether you want to or not. In short, the topic is to resettle a communal apartment. There is a buyer who gives good money, but people, you know, drunk and hegemony, we’ll evict them by the end and deal with it. Myself, well, we'll cut out five pieces, maybe ten, depending on how we do it. Vlad raised his index finger significantly up.
Strange, but this might not have happened if the police had appeared in those years, more powerful then. The search did not work well, sheer killings, eternal gang warfare, robberies and all kinds of crimes were investigated outrageously.
 I remember that the gangsters, O.P.G. Solntsevsky, Lyubertsy, Kuntsevsky, Shchelkovsky grew like mushrooms after rain, and each of them had its own "authority" its "dad" its "master", for which the hungry punks were ready to work, albeit for small but real money. And I say this, I am an eyewitness of all the nightmare that was happening, I repeat in one city, in the city of Moscow.
 Vlad and Igor went into one of the communal apartments on Chernyshevsky Street, near Chistye Prudy itself.
Having greeted, the conversation began Vlad.
-How many are you registered in this apartment including children?
The question sounded on duty administrative phrase. The tenants, there were five of the main tenants, felt something legal, reliable in Vlad's words.
-Total ten people in six rooms, here is Anna Sergeyevna, she has already privatized her share, Sergey Stepanych too, I, Vasily Dmitrievich too, the apartment is divided by shares, but somehow we could not find a buyer and therefore we are sitting here.
-We have everything, don’t worry. Vlad declared.
-This is the contract and obligations, you sign them and within two weeks you receive separate apartments, according to your meters, living space.
Vlad, with an important look, opened the diplomat, took out papers from him and began to fill them.
- I will need your passports and privatization documents.
Residents in a hurry went into the rooms and soon with folders of documents stood near Vladimir.
  After filling in the contracts, the residents got acquainted with the documents and happily signed them. Vlad took out a seal and certified all the papers.
Naturally, the press was for one respectable and semi-state company with an administrative choke. Therefore, the residents did not have any fears or suspicions that this could be a trap. Vlad handed out the agreement to their current owners, and in exchange took away their privatization documents. Gently folding them into a folder.
-So, now get a preorder for your future apartments. Residents joyfully buzzed, smiles appeared on their faces. Vlad continued imperiously distributing fake documents.
 Late in the evening, friends sat in Vlad's dacha and drank.
“Yes, you’ve coolly divorced them, they even signed a power of attorney for the sale, what will we do next?” Asked Igor.
- So, we’ll sell a communal apartment, I have a fat buyer, and we’ll settle these by the slums. Divide the money, that's all.
“You cunningly invented Vovchik, let's drink for it!” Igor said with enthusiasm and they drank.
-Yes, there is one thing, promise me as a friend that you will do what I tell you, without initiative, for this you will receive good money.
“Yes, no question!” Exclaimed Igor.
  Igor didn’t even suspect that the gun was far from a gas one, but a real combat TT from which he had already committed a crime by killing an unfortunate woman and robbing her in an apartment on Chistye Prudy, but he still doesn’t know anything about it. Igor Safronchikov, friends, brothers forever. But it seemed to him. In the meantime, they sat in the country and drank expensive vodka, ate delicacies from the Greenfield currency store and everything seemed pink and not at all dangerous.
 Days began to fly one after another. Constant trips, then out of town, then back to Moscow. The shows to the tenants of their future apartments, the execution of the documents of sale, everything went smoothly; five rooms were vacated and boarded up by Vlad; there was only one last room. Marina Novitskaya lived in it with her young son. She just could not choose an option for moving. And Vlad began to hurry. The apartment was sold and re-registered to one of the authorities of the criminal world at that time. Oddly enough, the price of seven hundred and fifty thousand dollars was received by Vlad without any problems. The shaven-headed bull-calves brought a sports bag to Chernyshevsky’s apartment and handed it to Vladimir.
“You have three days to clean the apartment to the end.” One of the gobies declared and threw a bag of money on the floor at the feet of Vlad.
“You heard me shorter than three days, or —” He ran a thumb across his throat, thereby showing what would be done to him. And they left. Vlad took the bag and left behind them.
 Igor was waiting for him in the car, all sweating from nerves. Vlad got into the car, threw the bag into the back seat.
"We have Igoryan for three days to get rid of this Marina bitch, what shall we do? She does not like any option. In short, I came up with."
Vlad started the car and they rushed off.
“What did you come up with?” Asked Igor while lighting a cigarette.
-See this hour!

The car moved along Prospekt Mira towards MKAD. Ten minutes later they crossed the Mytishchi bridge and turned towards the Stroitel railway station.
- In my opinion are we going to your dacha? asked Igor.
- Well, yes, something needs to be taken, and then later we will return to Moscow. Answered by Vlad.
 
Sitting on the terrace and preparing a snack, Vlad began from far away.
"Igoryan, in short, you understand the fact that the grandmothers have already received, right? So. Marina hangs with a stone in the apartment and you need to do something about it, right? So! So I decided to eliminate it today.
Vlad poured half a glass of vodka and moved one of them to Igor. The second with indignation, wrinkled his forehead and looked inquiringly at Vlad.
-Why wrinkled, drink on. He told Igor Vlad. They got nuts and drank. Vlad put that bag of money on the table, opened it and, as it were, froze.
- Here is your share for the work, which we have not finished yet, but we are friends and you need money, I understand everything.
 Vlad laid ten packs of American dollars on the table.
-Here, one hundred thousand, this is half for the work, and the rest in the evening, when we finish the job.
Igor saw such an amount of money at a loss, for the first time in his life he saw so much money, besides that money was now his money. Igor hugged the packs with both hands and pulled them to him.
-This is mine, right?
-Yes of course yours, you honestly earned them. And Vlad poured more vodka and drank it without waiting for Igor.
-But everything will need to be done today, they are written out, they don’t have registration, they all have their documents and I have a passport and certificate. He took a passport from his pocket and set it on fire.
-Igorian, there is no turning back, either we or us. Igor drank in one gulp, sniffed for a fist, -
-I don’t understand how to do everything?
"What don’t you understand? It's simple, we’ll take it as if to show the next option and that’s it, I’ll stop the car like a flat tire, and you will work them out, then we’ll bury it and business."
-Ha, how simple is everything for you, but let’s work them out for you, isn’t you in the first? Igor declared.
“In short, I took the money, all honestly without talking, besides, you don’t get used to it either, you eliminated the lady in that apartment, and not me!” Igor wanted to object, but got lost and fell silent. Vlad poured again a glass, they drank in silence. They decided to postpone the “show” of the apartment for tomorrow morning.
So tired of alcohol, they fell apart one in the chair of the other on the couch and fell asleep.
  The next day. Igor went up to the apartment on Chernyshevsky Street and after 10 minutes left the entrance with Marina and her son. They got into the car to Vlad and set off. They themselves did not suspect that this was their last journey in life.
  Having moved quite far from Moscow, Marina began to fuss and ask some stupid questions, as if she felt something not good. Yes, a few minutes later the car stopped, Vlad got out of it. The place was deaf, wasteland and then the forest. Igor turned back to Marina and her underage son and, since he drank all the way and was no longer responsible, fired four shots at passengers. Pulling the bodies out of the car, he did another shot in the head, for control, all as Vlad told him.
-Well, bro, are you now happy with my work? barely moving his tongue spoke Igor.
-Yes, now we dig in and get out of here.
Returning to Moscow, Vlad hurried to give the keys to the now vacated apartment to Asaf, the current owner.
-You Volodya well done kept his word and did the work on time. Here take-Asaf handed the envelope to Vlad, he took it and put it in his inner pocket.
-Thank you Asaf Evdaivich. I was glad to work with you.-And I, it’s always nice to work with smart and decent people-Asaf smiled, shook his hand and offered to drink. But Vlad apologized and refused, explaining that he was driving and could not take alcohol. Having entered the elevator, Vlad pulled out an envelope and looked at contents. There was a bundle of American dollars.
 As a result, literally in one month with a little Vlad received three million nine hundred thousand dollars.
 Money, money, money, more than anything and no one was interested in young people. Vlad kept Igor at a distance and kept close to the topic of selling large apartments. But one day when he returned home late at night to the Golyanovo district on the fifteenth park street, Vlad faced a huge problem, most likely a disaster of the time. The bandits “hit” him, and some I’m not going to come up with anything, to be honest, I don’t remember. They pulled Vlad out of the car and started to beat him, then they pushed him into the trunk of his car and drove away. It is not known which direction and where they were taking him.
 An old man, all blue from tattoos, an old man, slowly walked along a huge carpet and sat in a shabby, but expensive chair in the past. He took out a cigarette, and right there one of the six-brothers brought a lit match. The old man inhaled tightly, closed his eyes, raised his face to the ceiling, exhaled thick smoke, coughed. A dry cough looked like tearing rags of lungs, Vlad held his breath, trying not to breathe alone air with a vile old man, but then got into the solar plexus and fell to the floor.
 “Are you in the bastard of our society?” The old man hissed.
-No why did you decide so. Barely catching his breath Vlad squeezed out of himself.
-That you will take cops on bullshit, and honest lads have nothing to ride on the ears. The old man continued.
-Do you even know what kind of a harlot you’re stuck in? You don’t guess, I understand. Then one of the six hit Vlad on the back with a foot and yelled, “Yes, we’ll cut you on the belts this hour!” The blow repeated.
“Everything is enough for him for now.” The old man muttered. “Let's see how he will sing to us this hour about money.”
Then Vlad began to guess who this shit and for what purpose they brought him here, for a moment became calmer in heart and Vlad tried to smile and raised himself.
-So why is this whole bazaar because of money? standing up asked Vlad.
- Lift him up, put him in a chair over there, while the passenger knew what was happening. The old man pointed one of his brothers to Vlad and then to the chair.
“So you're talking about ten bucks that Asaf gave me? Vlad wiped the blood from his lips with his palm,
“What is Asaf?” Suddenly the old man perked up.
-Asaf Evdaevich, his nickname, I’ll say this hour. Vlad squeezed his whiskey with his palms trying to remember the criminal name of Asaf, but never remembered. And then the old man barked.
-Bark beetle?
-Exactly bark beetle, he is my good friend, you can say a friend.
“Why are you making a show like a thief in law can be your friend?”
Okay, you call, ask for me — I’m Vova Handsome, that’s what he calls me, and he also has Seryozha Smirnov’s right hand, he can confirm it too.
-What to confirm, you bazaar like a trash can, damn it, you can soak it right now, Vakha? The one that beat Vlad with his legs spread out his fingers and spoke with slavish fussiness to the old man.
-Shut down Ptah, I’ll kill you this very hour. Exclaimed the old man.
-Go wash yourself, Vova Handsome. The old man pointed to the door-Take the guest to the Collector. And a hefty guy with a childish face shoved Vlad in the back towards the door. As soon as Vlad and the thug went out of the room, the old man yelled, apparently at a guy nicknamed Ptakh. That ran out in the wake of Vlad and swept past the street.
Returning Vlad sat down in his chair, the old man offered to smoke and drink, Vlad did not refuse.
-I know Bark beetle very well, we dragged on Solikamsk kichi for ten years. What is he protecting you?
-No that you are just friends as it seems to me.
"Guy Vova Handsome, you are either pretending to be or really a fool. Do you know who he is Asaf? He is a thief in law, and who are you in life?"
“I, a man and everything was a military man right now, sometimes I help Asaf for a fee.
“Oh, oh,” the old men handed the submachine gunner, we found out that we’ve figured out everything about this part of your biography. He poured cognac and Vlad a glass and showed him to take the glass with a royal gesture. Vlad got up, took a glass and they drank.
The old man immediately poured a second and forced him to drink.
-Okay, let's talk about the grandmothers you pulled from our merchant Valera, I'm talking about five million and the woman you threw him down.
“What are you five million, I didn’t hold that kind of money in my hands and I didn’t kill anyone. Vlad flashed in dismay.
-Well, it will be, the Old Man poured more and repeated the gesture.
-You don’t want something to happen to your loved ones, mind you, I’m talking to you out of respect for Bark beetle, so let's return what’s not yours and live on.
- Sorry, what's your name, I just don't know how to contact you.
-Leontiy Ivanovich, or Vakha as you please, but return the money.
-Leonti Ivanovich, there were not five million there, was there. Vlad hesitated a bit.
-There was a million five hundred thousand, and that’s all. There wasn’t anything else there.
- Oh, you're lying, Vova Handsome, something I can’t believe.
“How can I prove it to you?” “I can bring this money here to you, we can go to my house and I will give them honestly one and a half million US dollars, they are still in the case. And as for the woman, we don’t even have a real gun gas from it cannot be killed.
-Not good, since this is Vova Handsome’s situation, let's do this, my guys will go to the hut to you and bring the trunk and grandmothers, but you will indicate the place to them yourself, and in the meantime you will sit here with me an old man, but pass the night. ? Vakha patted Vlad on the shoulder. So wonderful, write down where all these treasures are.
Vlad had no choice but to draw a diagram of the case and the gun.
Vlad was not a fool, he divided the money and he actually left one and a half million in the case, and the Walther gas system pistol, for no reason, was put into it, so everything worked for him as a plus.
While the bandits were traveling for money, Vlad and old Vakha sat by the fireplace and drank cognac.
-You know, once Asaf saved my life, in prison, I was young not experienced, did not know the laws, so I flew into the middle of nowhere. Vakha leaned forward to take a cigarette and offered Vlad.
“Belomor channel, why not Marlboro or Camel?” Vlad lit a cigarette offered to him.
- Habit, habits are a terrible thing, for some they are in tobacco for others in alcohol, and for others they have blood habits, moreover, someone else's blood. Vakha looked into Vlad’s eyes, eating his little predatory eyes, as if sneaking into the brain and trying to find out something.
The brothers entered, Ptakh went to the table where Vlad and Vakha were sitting, put the famous case on the table and opened it. Waha stood up, looked into the case, took out Walter,
-And really a gas one, a toy. He with a smirk threw the gun on the table. Then he began to get bundles of money and fold them evenly.
- Bird, count. Waha hissed.
A smart little brother crouched near the table and began to count the money.
-Million five hundred. Ptah exclaimed enthusiastically.
“I told you, I always tell the truth.” Vlad declared.
-Well, we’ll figure it out with your truth, don’t forget we have comers, he also speaks the truth, ha ha ha. Vaha laughed.
- I can only answer for myself, as you said, I’m an assault rifle, my word is the honor of an officer.
- Yes, shut up you already with your honor and word. I know, hawala all this. Continued Waha.
- In short, your word is against his word, ha ha ha ha, funny. Like in a garbage can. He turned to the brothers who were standing at the door.
“Well, so be it, let him judge whether you are right or we are just going to ride our ears, yes lads?” Vakha hissed. The brothers squeezed themselves, nodding their heads like a flock of sheep before slaughter.
- Well, let's do this, Ptah, let’s comer here, we’ll see an investigative experiment, and this is for you to print such as a garbage vow ha ha ha ha ha. He handed Vlad a pistol pulled from behind.
-There are two cartridges, you yourself understand how the card will lie down, you say one thing, this mutnyak says another, I’m lost, where are my grandmothers? Where is the money of five million?
-Well, how can I answer this question, we took everything here and a half-tare and everything, he lies, lies impudently to you.
-That we are this hour and we will figure out who is lying who is not.
The door opened again and with the help of Ptakh a fat man burst in, his hands were tied, his face was stained with blood and his whole appearance was terribly dirty, it seemed that this man was in some kind of dirty pit for several days, being subjected to beatings.
- Well, here is a shaher-maher, your opponent, understand which of you is right and which is a corpse.
Vlad without hesitation pointed to a man.
-Yes that you shouted, -This lodge there was five million, it's all this bitch-The man made a jerk in the direction of Vlad, but was stopped by a blow to the back and ended up on the floor.
-Well, I’m ready to believe you Handsome, take it away and we will consider the incident settled. Vakha made a hand gesture meaning to eliminate the fat man. For the first time in the last few years, Vlad had a tear falling down, he looked at the man lying in front of him on the floor and felt that he must kill him now, if Vlad does not shoot the coma, the bandits will deal with him and everything, everything will be over.
The usual two claps rang out, the body shuddered and froze.
So Vlad became one of these brothers. Of course, killing Igor with his hands was much easier and not so noticeable, but everything has its beginning.
For some time, many unjustified acts were committed, and what can be justified in crime, murder, robbery, violence, who can call this an excuse?
   Igor was standing near the billboard, on Banny Lane and writing something down in a notebook, a very large woman came up to him and panting asked him if he was looking for something.
- Yes, I'm looking, I need two one-room apartments and one two-room apartment. Igor answered.
-In which areas you are looking for, I have several options, but they are not privatized and are not expensive, and I work for ten percent of everything. The lady was panting, it was difficult for her to breathe too much.
-My name is Nina. Adjusting her glasses with a smile, a fat woman introduced herself.
-I'm Igor, I work with Vlad, maybe you know him from him BMW seven, he constantly hangs around here?
-And yes, of course I did, he was tall, handsome, his hair was polka back with a comb.
-Yes, yes, yes, yes, let’s go to the address to go look at your options Nina. Igor stated with importance.
After looking at the apartment, Igor went to Vlad on Chistye Prudy where he agreed to meet. Vlad sat in their place by the window in the cafe near Natasha and drank coffee.
 Despite everything that happened, Vlad, although he lost a huge pile of money, didn’t tell Igor about it and kept his temper quite fairly. Vlad looked out the window and wondered, “Everything is going somewhere to hell with the dog, what should I do?”, But now you need to make money and not so big, which means big, and that means money is money and what it will be more so I will be better.
-Hello Vlad, in short, I found everything that we needed, it remains for the little one to persuade these freaks to disperse and that’s all.
-Hello. Vlad extended a hand to Igor.
- Of course, it will be difficult, but still came up with something.
“And what did you come up with?” Vlad asked him.
- Pay them, that's what, when they see the bucks they will agree to everything.
A thought flashed in Vlad’s head, money makes money naturally.
- Exactly, we will immediately draw up apartments for ourselves, and from them we will take powers of attorney to sell their rooms and everything will be as before, only they will not receive apartments, we will resell them.
“What to do with these tenants?” Igor asked in surprise.
- Like Igoryan, the same as they did with Marina before, smelled and into the ground.
-You, it was once and I don’t want to remember it. Igor was confused.
-Where is the second one there, is it a business or something personal, now you will receive half of the earnings, do you represent this amount?
- I can’t imagine, but I know this is not a good idea, just shit.
-Order yourself something?
-Water wants to disappear somewhere. Igor declared.
-Vodka so vodka. Agreed Vlad.
                2).
      Days passed one by one. Money poured in. Friends changed a lot. Igor became self-enclosed, and with regards to Vlad, it seemed that he unwound inside him, on the contrary some spring was compressed and all the time he wanted to run somewhere, on the contrary, he will retire and be alone with himself. Igor often asked questions about what was happening to him, but did not receive any clear answers.
Once, while sitting at a dinner with his parents, Vlad's father took an interest in his affairs, which, to the indignation of his parents, Vlad rudely parried this question and left.
 He went out into the stairwell and lit a cigarette, took a few puffs, nervously threw the cigarette butt and returned to the apartment. In the hallway he picked up the phone and dialed the number, but apparently no one picked up the phone on that end of the wire, he dialed again and only the long buzzer again beeps. Vlad entered the dining room.
-Dad, mom, excuse me, I got excited, everything is fine with me, there are not big problems, but this is nonsense.
He sat down at the table.
“Everything will be fine!” He declared.
It seems that now the word casino no longer causes any emotions other than cheating and injustice. But then it was something, the casino became the center of not only entertainment, but also daily leisure.
They also opened on a par with large and quite legal casinos at that time, and small ones, say not at all suitable for an article about games and leisure.
 The Beijing restaurant, which was located on Mayakovsky Square, is a well-known, expensive institution of the time for all Muscovites. It was an amazing place and everyone who had money tried to get into this fabulous and very prestigious place. BMW briskly rolled up and stopped at the entrance to the restaurant. Vlad and Igor were sitting in cars.
-Let's go, here in twenty minutes we have a meeting with one very serious person, Asaf Evdaevich himself introduced me to him yesterday and urged him to do everything quickly and clearly.
“Are we going to scatter the communal apartment again?” Igor asked with displeasure.
“Yes, and you don’t need grandmas anymore, have you become rich?” Vlad was indignant.
-Need something, but somehow not at ease.
-What are you feeling at ease, got a damn, do not want to, do not need to get off the subway nearby ?!
-What immediately they got, damn Vlad I’m scared, I don’t want to wet anyone.
-Look shorter, do not whine.
 Vlad got out of the car, went to the doorman at the front door, put him fifty dollars and told him to park the car and bring him the keys.
-Vlad, wait for me. Igor hastily got out of the car and followed Vladimir into the restaurant.
 ... The Chinese hall of the Beijing restaurant was rich in decoration: hand-painted on the walls and columns using only natural dyes (eg red - bovine blood!), Wooden panels and screens made using marquetry technique, paintings on the walls - painted on Chinese silk, Chinese vases and figurines, everything was amazingly beautiful. Igor stopped and began to examine everything with admiration.
-Let's go an artist damn, not what to stare. Vlad took his elbow and dragged him into the hall.
 At the table, two were already waiting for them, Vlad saw Asaf yesterday afternoon, Vlad was introduced to him, and Vlad still did not know the second. They came to the table and said hello and sat down at the table.
- Well, to the point, to the point of time, not much can be said to spare, here we have another very, very important meeting. For bursting, Yuri Stanislavovich, whose man introduced Vlad Asaf.
-In short, the house in which I need an apartment is on ... He reached into his jacket pocket and took out a notebook. -Yeah, here is this address. He pulled out a piece of notebook and handed it to Vlad. -In short, everything is written down, there are only four families, I think it will not be difficult and will not take much time for you to do this job. Continued Yuri Stanislavovich.
-Nuuu, first you need to meet with the tenants and .. Vlad seemed to pause
-Here, meet, say, work shorter, two weeks time, is it enough for you?
- No, I don’t think, expect about a month. And I also need money for expenses. Vlad did not like the pressure of the client, the second silently sat and ate, did not even look towards the guys.“You say money, of course money.” He picked up a diplomat from under the table and handed it to Vlad.
-Here six hundred thousand bucks, it's all the money from your work for the apartment, you have a month, and now let's go and work with us for an important meeting this hour. They silently stood up said goodbye and left.
-Yes, Igoryan’s affairs, no. Well, you saw what a bitch was, huh?
-I don’t know Vovchik, I didn’t like them at all, some kind of crap
-With wolves, howl like a wolf, we have a month.
The doorman drove the car Vlad and Igor hurriedly got in and left.
 The house was located on Solyanka Street, once belonged to the Moscow merchant assembly, the building was old one thousand nine hundred and thirteenth, but the revolution, then the war, and finally the fifties, which were especially distinguished by the scale of their communal apartments, made themselves felt.
Having approached the necessary apartment, Vlad rang the bell, but no one was in a hurry to open it.
- Probably no one is home. Igor said. Let's go eat, we’d like to eat, then we’ll go in again.
-To Natasha?
-Come on to her, barbecue with vodka!
And friends cheerfully ran down the stairs.
Tolik, Natasha’s husband and cafe owner met Vlad and Igor very cordially.
-Volodya I have a metropolitan special, only for the Kremlin, super vodka.
-Fine, but for starters olivies and this special vodka and lamb kebab.
Tolik ran away for the ordered, he was always happy about the appearance of Vlad and tried to serve the good friend and client as best as possible.
-Yes, the house is what you need, the tenants will probably twist their requests. Igor was a bit dissatisfied with something, all this time he was somehow trying to spoil his relationship with Vlad or was just afraid, but he probably didn’t understand what he looked silly . I wanted money, a good life, to be a leader, girls a car, gold jewelry, well, at least so that it would be like Vlad. And he had money, but it seemed to him that was not enough, all the time he seemed to be under the heel of a friend. From this his mood probably spoiled and a negative mood was felt for everything, not only for work.
-You are right Igor, I also will say such an opinion more, it seems to me that we will not only get on requests, but also on bablosy.
-This Yuri Stanislavovich dumped such an amount why why do you think?
Then Tolik came up, brought salads and a bottle of vodka, the bottle didn’t look like the truth, the beautiful black and gold label, the relief cathedral on it, the bottle looked original.
-Well, let’s taste this innovation of the Soviet food industry.- I tried, you will like Volodya, I answer. Tolik poured his friends glasses.
-Try it and enjoy your meal, I hope you are in no hurry today as last time?
-There’s no Tolik today, so far there’s no hurry. Vlad answered.
-Well, oddly, once again, bon appetit. and Tolik left.
Vlad and Igor drank a snack, immediately Igor poured a second and drank quickly without waiting for Vlad.
-You where you are driving. There is no fire. Vlad was surprised.
“Moody mood?” Vlad continued.
-And the vodka is really good. Turning the conversation and pouring another glass, Igor muttered.
-This is Tolik, this person works miracles, Tolik. Turning to the counter Vlad shouted, Natasha came up.
-Hi, how are you doing Volodechka, Anatoly came out, something else?
-Natasha, everything’s okay, we’re spinning around, and how are you?
-Yes, here is the work of the house, the house is the work of a routine alone. Natasha answered with a sigh of magnificent breasts.
- You wanted to order something else?
- Well, yes, I wanted to thank and ask for a couple, three bottles of exactly the same vodka, and will there be a barbecue soon?
“Yes, another five or ten minutes, wait, okay?” She laid a hand on Vlad’s shoulder and smiled so coquettishly, Vlad liked her for a long time and Vlad seemed to be likable too, Natasha. But there was Tolik, there was a lot more, so this topic was closed and only platonic feelings remained. Natalya left.
Vlad finished the vodka, Igor poured himself and drank it too. Natalya returned.
-Volody, there are hazel grouses, fresh only from the fire, the cook made especially for you, do you want?
- Hazel grouse, let's eat grouse then, and later on barbecue. Natasha turned around and made a sign with a hand and a tray with a tray went to the table. The dish looked very appetizing, two baked grouse were strewn with greens and chopped vegetables and baked potatoes steamed on the sides of the plateau.
-That is yes, well Natasha, this is something cooler than in the Kremlin, you just surprised me. Vlad admired.
“Yes, they tried, this is our new cook, Sergey, who is now weird in the kitchen.” The cook smiled and bowed his head.
-Let's put it already, we will try this wonderful dish.
“Can you join us while Tolyan is busy?” Asked the drunk Igor.
“No Igor, thank you. I have to go.” She gently ran her hand over Vlad’s head and left.
Friends began to grouse. Indeed, the dish not only looked appetizing, but also was amazingly delicious. After some time they brought a barbecue and another bottle of vodka. The friends were in no hurry, Igor was amused and looked very happy and cheerful. They drank and ate, then drank again.During the evening, the boulevard lights were lit and passers-by were seen from the window as they opened their umbrellas and were not in a hurry to go home. It started to rain, which was usual for Moscow at this time of the year. Cars honked, blinked headlights, Vlad sat silently without paying attention to Igor I watched the street for some attention. It was warm and comfortable here, he liked to sit in this place for a long time and think there was something.

   Morning, porch, staircase of a communal apartment. Vlad and Igor looked at each other, Igor scratched his head.
-Well, to this horned one?
-No, it’s better with God. Vlad said crossing and pressed the bell. I heard steps behind the door, then a woman's voice asked, “Who is it?”
-Administrative housing and communal company. Vlad declared. The lock clicked, the chain clanged and the door opened. A girl of about twenty-five looked out from behind the door.
“Hello, what are you talking about?” She asked, slightly coughing.
-To improve the living conditions of residents of the hero city of Moscow. Vlad declared.
-That is happiness, and looked into your door. Igor said with a smile.
- Yes, and what kind of happiness did they bring money? The girl replied with irony.
- Excuse my assistant, my name is Vladimir, Vlad is for friends and relatives, my assistant is Igor. Vlad turned slightly and pointed his hand at Igor.
-How is your name sweet girl?
-Dina, Dina Orlova. She opened the door wide and invited friends to go inside the apartment.
  They got into a huge hall, decorated with stucco molding and over the skirting board, immediately caught my eye, bright green centimeters wide, marble edging. Small statues were located at the entrance to the corridor, Vlad was bewildered, his eyes ran along the walls of the hall, on the oak well-polished parquet, now on one statue on the other he looked, then on a luxurious chandelier. The shock could be determined by his numbness.
-Yes, beauty! Exclaimed Igor.
“Why are you standing? Please go into the room.” She opened the side door and they entered.
- Have a seat. Pointing to the armchairs, Dina said.
-Young people, I’m not interested in who and how will pay me for this room, She went and sat on the sofa.
-My conditions are as follows, the first odnushka on Taganka and the second twenty-five bucks, in cash, I explain the bucks for this fireplace. She pointed to a huge china fireplace, as it turned out, honestly I just don’t remember the name, but I personally saw the signature on the fireplace, German master one thousand nine hundred and thirteenth year.
Okay, the fireplace was really amazing, to say the whole apartment was not like a communal apartment.
“And how are things going with privatization?” Igor, suddenly revived, asked.
“Yes, usually.” She got up and went to the dresser and took out a folder, apparently with documents.
-I registered one, privatization for me, here is the separation of shares and all other certificates, but I received a BTI certificate yesterday. The girl coughed.
“Are you sick, are you sick?” Immediately interrupting Dina’s monologue, Vlad jumped up.
-Maybe to the hospital?
“No, no, that you will pass, this is a residual after pneumonia.” Dina sprayed some medicine into her mouth, inhaled and stopped coughing.
-I don’t care about the size of the apartment, the main thing is that it would be Taganka and there would be a balcony. She continued.
-Just we have in the base on the tenth floor of a ten-story building right behind the supermarket against the asterisk, well, almost the opposite, and the balcony, there is no loggia glazed, but surely there is thirty-five residential and fourteen square kitchens, how about you?
- It’s just gorgeous, but how can I get it and money?-I need it, he hesitated. Or rather, you need to talk to all the owners first. Vlad stood and didn’t know, probably for the first time he didn’t know what to do at that moment, how to promote the girl Dean so as not to pay her money, but thoughts did not occur to her.
- One hundred percent, two of the tenants, there are no three, and four of us know what we want, but two are one hippie with his mother finished, here people themselves do not need anything and will not give others. We had buyers, the truth about the price was not I managed to talk, these informals are damn, oh I don’t know. She went to the window.
- I really want my apartment, I dream.
- And what about those three, too, all the documents are in order, like yours? Asked Vlad.
“Yes, we ran together, but everyone is fine, even these ones.” She leaned on the windowsill.
-Do you want tea or coffee?
"With pleasure, but another time, in a new apartment. We can do this. We can make a deal with you from the first, right now." Like this.
-How is this right now?
Well, like that, we’re going to look, I like the apartment, we are going to register you for me, I am for you and we’ll all move even tonight.
“And the money?” Dina was already completely involved in Vlad’s game.
-Money is not a question, but the main amount, twenty-five for the fireplace will be too much.
-How much is your price?
- I honestly feel sorry for the shitter. Suddenly Igor intervened.
-The assistant shut up. Dina pushed Igor aside.
-A good fifteen coming?
- Ten and went to make a deal.
-Well, we’re going a dozen, you assistant Igor can go, and Vlad and I need to exchange a few words.
- Go wait in the car, here are the keys. Vlad handed the car keys to Igor and he went out.
- You're awesome. Start Dean.
- Handsome, I really liked Vlad. She went up tight to Vlad and touched his lips with her fingers.
-You are also beautiful Dina, but all this can be done later, and now you need to go to make a deal, and a small request, don’t tell anyone about the fact that I gave you money.
“Good.” She said, taking off her sweater.
Under the sweater there was neither a T-shirt nor a bra, her very beautiful, right breast seemed to jump up and froze in place, calling Vlad to her. Dina changed clothes quickly and after only five minutes, they really went down the stairs.
 On the way to Taganka they were silent, the radio was played by Joe Dassin.The apartment was oddly spacious and bright and clean. Vlad bought it not so long ago from an acquaintance of a Jew who emigrated to Israel, and for a very symbolic sum of something, about eight or ten and a half thousand dollars, I don’t remember exactly, but no more than ten, that's for sure.
“Well, like it, it's yours.” Vlad said joyfully.
- I like it, but the money?
-Wait, hold on. Vlad went into the kitchen and returned literally two minutes later with a bundle of American dollars in his hands. He gave Dina money and they went to the notary's office. Everything was very fast, you can say personal notary Vlad Marina quickly completed everything and literally twenty minutes later they stood by the car.
-Here is the money, here are the keys, here are your documents for your apartment, and these are mine for my room, are you glad?
- Still, but now, how do I need to transport things?
- Of course, move and the faster and noisier the better.
Why make noise then? Dina was surprised.
-Yes then that your neighbors would be envious, understood beautiful?

    This communal apartment was resettled in a week and a half, more precisely, it will be said most of it this time remained two rooms, three people, a hippie Sasha with her mother and one-armed disabled person, how he received a residence permit and was able to register in Moscow I still don’t know, but I know he alone was lonely and his secret of appearing in Moscow remained the same secret as his disappearance. Alexander and his mother were just taken one hundred and first kilometer into the woods outside Moscow and, like Igor, he was shot by Igor. The body was never shot were discovered neither in the first and so not in the latter cases. A total of about fifty murders were committed during the resettlement and purchase of one-room and two-room apartments during the period from July one thousand nine hundred and ninety-two to April ninety-four.
 As I wrote earlier, the authorities had no time for this: gang groups were tearing Moscow to pieces, about thirty slaughter cases were opened all over Moscow on a criminal investigation day, and all these were dismantlings, businessmen, assaults on roofs and so on. The whole hungry scoop was here .Ukrainians, Caucasians and many more national rabble could be seen on the streets of the long-suffering city of Moscow.
 
  But time passed, In place, let’s call it so., Dinena, a communal apartment and a floor below, which our friends also settled with ease, a casino and private services were opened, which we often used, and Vlad and Igor used it for free, a quality bonus and speed.
Vlad understood that sooner or later the ring of freedom, its space would begin to narrow and that it would not be easy for Vlad to live under the hood of the gangster authorities that were real at that time. I often asked myself what I would do if I were my classmate I’m not sure, I don’t have an answer, my life was completely different, but more on that later. Do I regret taking up writing about all this, you know, I’ll probably also answer that I don’t know, I don’t know yet, I’m already at that age that I think not country shno. Gangster Russia will never change, since the time of the Petrovs there has been a loop of gangster life in our long-suffering homeland. And who is to blame and what to do, these questions will remain unanswered.
  Well, from that very time, Vlad and Dina began to meet, and not just to meet, but between them, as it seemed then to everyone, there was nothing less than the real She Madam Love. Trite, stupid, stupid, I don’t know what to call that situation, those moments when, purely for that time, it was still possible to stop and fix everything, at least for my future life. But stubbornness, I do not know this rock of fate, brought Vlad and Dinu together. From the side it was visible to all those close and dedicated to Vlad who were next to him, what kind of woman, what kind of man.
She bought expensive gifts, spent thousands and thousands of dollars, this was at a time when people could not make ends meet, when on the shelves except for hake and pollock there was nothing for ordinary citizens, citizens of the USSR. It blows me and carries me away, I can’t , I can’t forgive myself for almost thirty years that I didn’t stop, I didn’t reason, I didn’t help, but now it’s cold sweat in my temples and my hands are getting cold for all this inaction, which I was not far away.
Dina actually was a super girl, beauty salons, currency, made from an ordinary little girl-girls, dear, literally, dear heavy woman. Vlad looked like a fool by her side.

   With regards to Igor, Igor drank money, women in the future and "noble" that is, drugs did their destructive work and in the end, something could not be fixed.
Once, in one of the Moscow nightclubs “Manhattan,” Igor was relaxing with two young ladies, pretty fit, as it seemed, having relaxed one hundred percent, they went to one of Vlad’s apartments, which was located on Baumanskaya. A taxi stopped near the front door, Igor paid off and got out of the car with the girls. But it seemed to the driver that it was possible to cut off the excessively gentleman who had drunk a gentleman, he took out a tire from under the seat and ran out behind the passengers.
“Well, wait, what did you pay me here?” The driver said in an aggressive pose, shaking the tire mount.
- Why are you kidding me, as agreed seven pieces. Turning to the driver answered Igor.
- What seven pieces, look, there are not enough three, there are only four.
“Yes, it cannot be, well, all right, hold three more.” Igor reached into his pocket and took out the crumpled money and began to choose thousandths of notes.
- Yes, there’s not three, but ten, drive for moral damage. The taxi driver continued to become impudent.
“For what damage did you mistake something?” Igor, who drank a pretty drunk man, said in surprise. “You see, I’ll work for you in two.” He continued.
-Well, try it! Having taken a step in front, a taxi driver moved in. The girls grabbed Igor by the arms and started dragging him into the front door of the house.
“Now let's see what kind of patient he is.” Igor said breaking away from the girls and pulled a pistol from behind.
- Well, bitch pray. He jerked the shutter and shot the driver. There was a powerful clap, he froze, slowly dropped to his knees, dropped his mount from his hands, grabbed his stomach and collapsed onto the asphalt. The girls stood silently in shock. Igor came staggering to the driver and once again shot in the head.
-And then you’re in control. In short, get in a nesting doll car and get out of here. He got behind the wheel of a taxi and the girls jumped into the back seat and the car screeched from the yard.
- What will happen now, the police will find us. Cried alone.
-Nothing of what this hour we’ll go to the cottage and go for the full. Igor declared.
 Taxis flew off the ring road in the Warsaw direction at a speed. After driving a few kilometers, we turned onto some not exactly flat, semi-asphalt road and after a few minutes found ourselves on the field. On the right side there were empty wooden houses and on the left also wooden, but similar to huge shed building with a broken roof.
“Where are you taking us, what kind of jokes?” One of the girls screamed, the other sat silently with her face buried in her hands.
“Is this the end of Lyudka you still do not understand?” She said through crying, squeezing out words from herself.
“What is the end, Igorek, what’s going on?” The first blurted out indignantly and with pressure on Igor.
-Natashka, everything is fine, we drove where it was necessary, fall out over the house there is a gate, let's go I have everything and coke and champagne and cognac, in short everything is okay. Smiling Igor declared.
-Let's go. And he got out of the car.
-And what will happen to the car, because these cops can find it? Getting out of the car, Natalya asked.
“Yes, you are thoughtful, you go, let's go. And he hugged both girls at the waist and headed along the path between the houses.
-Something terrible. Lyudmila said shivering from cold and fear, but she calmed down a little. Natalya came to herself faster than her friend and also hugged Igor. After a decent distance of a hundred meters, let's say, they stopped near a no bigger but beautiful bungalow. keys, opened the iron gate and invited the girls to enter. They entered, it was dark, Igor turned on the light and the path from the gate to the threshold lit up with lanterns and it was clear where to go. The house was very modern and beautiful, good furniture, fireplace, carpets, everything fashion.
-Okay girls, settle down, and I'll be right back. He left the house and went into the barn, took the canister and went out of the gate.
When he reached the car, he started it and turned left to a large, collapsed building. After driving off quite a bit, he doused the car with gasoline and set it on fire. The car broke out, the flame rose high into the sky and lit everything around. Igor returned to the house. This village was half-empty, several residential houses that started after Igor's cottage and that's all.
 The girls sat still and whispered about something. Igor came in.
“Well, what are the hostesses, we begin, and that we are so sad?” Igor went to the bar located by the wall near the fireplace and took out two bottles, cognac and vodka.
“What do we want for a start?” He shook his bottles coquettishly and shook his head. “So what do we want?”
“I will be cognac, and you Lyudka what?” Natalya said and turned to Lyudmila.
-I would have champagne if I have?
-In Greece, everything is there. He put vodka and took out Imported and expensive champagne. The fun began.
The girls came to life after the first doses of alcohol, Igor sent Lyudmila to the kitchen for a snack, and he took off his shirt and moved to Natalya. He started kissing her, climbed under her skirt, well, all that came of it. Lyubmila interrupted the caresses, started running there with all kinds of plates expensive slices and picklesIgor became a real criminal, he felt that he could kill without punishment at least every day. So from a brilliant artist, a man turned into a dead murderer-murderer.
What can I say there is the nineties, they talk so much, they write, they make films about them that sometimes it seems that these nineties are just a Sovdep myth no more, but those who survived this time will understand me. It wasn’t easy to survive without even touching crime and how could it have been possible to survive differently, what the semi-destroyed country gave us to people who went to work every day and to educational institutions. Touching face to face with the whole nightmare of that time. I’m not afraid to repeat about the nightmare of the era, it was like we he was seen and felt and lived.

As for Vlad, he was trickier and there were relatively few ruined souls on his account, only three people. Why is it comparatively and why everything, the question is correct if you ask me it, I’ll answer it from the crime that reigned at that time this was, of course, not the norm, but no matter how, if the investigators found evidence and judged. But the “tower” was often given not to those who committed it, but to those who were not half the rotten heads of the security agencies. USSR, BSSR, and so on. The entire RSFSR, in particular the Moscow Administrative District, was eighty percent comprised of “corrupt cops”, and it could be said that it’s also possible to name the names of those who were brought in profits from criminal operations, now called “kickbacks,” this is Colonel Mironov A.V. Deputy Head of the Criminal Investigation, Valabuev major state. security is probably enough, otherwise there’s definitely no one who will append this saga so similar to sincere recognition and had the right to be, but not in this context.
So going back to Vlad, I’ll say straightforwardly, there was something to judge for, but there was no evidence.
 Vlad, in addition to the communalization of communal apartments, was engaged in another no less profitable business, ferrous metals and aluminum, the trading Russian house which was headed by Sergey Sergeyevich Ilyechev, Asaf Evdaevich’s best friend and companion, as I already had the honor to introduce him here.
Vlad practically did not crawl out from Asaf, he always lurked behind him, very necessary acquaintances were made both in Russian politics and on a world level. It seemed to Vlad that his whole life was predetermined and placed one hundred percent confidence on the help and support of the thief in the law of Asaf. Asaf, treated, if not respectfully, with some easy sympathy, maybe because they were one nation, Jews? They often sat in the evenings by the fireplace playing backgammon or just talked about something far, far from a real nightmare. Once, on one of these evenings, Asaf said, Volodya, I have long wanted to introduce you to one very necessary person, you will really need him in the future. He has a lot of weight there. Asaf raised his index finger pointedly to the top and made a very serious grimace on his face.
- He is behind the scenes, but in fact he and a few others they rule Russia, nor Yeltsin.
-Yes, business, well, it turns out that all the elections are all this is what is happening in the country, is it just a masquerade? Vlad said inquiringly and in surprise.
-Maskarade, what else, tomorrow I will introduce you personally, and now let's go to bed, Seryozha. Asaf called Smirnov his assistant.
-Make a room for Volodya, he will stay with us today.
Sergey dutifully and quickly left.
-Asaf Evdaevich, I have a question if it is appropriate now?
-Yes of course I'm listening.
-You could tell about one person, well, who he is and in general, he was driven by Vakh. Vlad wanted to pour cognac to Asaf, but he refused, showing a gesture to pour himself.
"Vaha? What about you and Vaha, are there problems? Vlad poured himself and drank, ate a slice of lemon.
-No business of the past days, everything is fine, he just said that you are like friends?
-Yes, Waha buddies, the person is correct and authoritative, so if there are no problems, I went to sleep and you go there, everything is probably ready.What can be said about Asaf, and what is not worth it? The man was really good, personally known for a long time, he was shot at the exit of the entrance of the very house in which Vlad settled the communal apartment for him. That was in one thousand nine hundred and ninety-seventh year, in my opinion. But now I don’t think so important. Asaf was buried at the Vagankovsky cemetery. But this is all in the future, but for now my heroes went to bed.
  Everything was quick in the morning, breakfast was collected and the Jeeps drove out one by one outside the gates of the cottage. The road was silent Asaf looked out the window at the birch trees flickering past and now at the end they drove into Moscow on Leninsky Prospekt. There is still not much way and here it is a five-story courtyard . Sergey and another hefty guy came out first, I don’t remember his name. They opened the jeep’s doors first to Vlad, and then to Asaf. They went into the porch.
The old man, Asaf's friend lived on the second floor, Sergey rang the bell, slippers were heard, clicked the door lock, the door opened and Vlad saw a little old Jew on the doorstep, for some reason he looked like a penguin, so flashed in Vlad’s head, Asaf He spoke in Hebrew and the old man answered the same.
We went inside.
-Get acquainted, Asaf smiled and extended his hands to Vlad and the old man.
-Israil Lvovich Lipkin, and this is Volodya Shpatsman, who offers tremendous political and business hopes, Izya, I think you will treat us at least tea? Asaf continued.
-Oh, my God, of course, yes, you still go there Asaf you know where.
-And you, young man, do not stand here in the air, go through, go through, that you, I don’t understand.
The set of words impressed Vlad, he smiled and followed Asaph.
And this old man, had a voice in the fate of the whole country? It was spinning in Vlad’s head that this, some kind of penguin in torn sweatpants and a washed-up alcoholic shirt, Vlad didn’t understand and didn’t accept it, he silently sat down in an armchair against Asaph, he took the newspaper from the table and squeezed it in his hand.
“Here and the seagulls!” Israel Lvovich happily declared and put the tray with the appliances on the table. Vlad was again surprised, the tea cups were from an old and apparently very expensive service. They sat for a long time talking about something. Asaf was even a little angry at Israel Lvovich, but everything looked like something childish, kindergarten. At the end they laughed and now before Vlad was not a cool thief in law, but an ordinary person and even with all that with some bells and whistles in my head, in short, gatherings with tea were over. Having said goodbye to Israel Lvovich and received an invitation to visit him again, it is possible even without Asaf, they left. Vlad didn’t feel very comfortable, it seemed to him that Asaf didn’t like that Vlad accepted the invitation and all the worse he promised to visit Israel himself this week. But he was mistaken, and not only that, but about the mistake later on, besides around the mountains. Time passed quickly winter changed again in spring, money, money, that’s what he noticed and Vlad considered with special frenzy. It seemed to him that the more he accumulated, the more he would be in less security and stability. But trouble, as they say, does not go empty-handed.
Vlad, as always, returned late to his apartment to Dina on Taganka. She was not in a very good mood.“Dinner on the stove, vodka in the fridge.” Dean threw her voice in a displeased voice.
-What happened my sun. Vlad hesitated in the hallway and walked over to her, hugged her shoulders, to which Dina reacted negatively by freeing herself from Vlad's hands.
“Nothing happened, go eat already and don’t ask your stupid questions.” In Dina’s voice there were notes of reproach, but with what and why Vlad could not understand.
-Sun, can you explain what is the matter?
-B..for yes I’m saying nothing. Cursing with obscenity, Dina got furious.
-What kind of moronic habit to get a person, I said go eat b .. for and not e .. and my brains. She went to the balcony.
-OK OK. Vlad freaked out and went into the kitchen. I took a bottle of vodka, sausage and a jar of pickles from the refrigerator, took a glass and sat down at the table.
-As I already got it all sweet and you and your whims. He poured vodka and drank it in one gulp without a snack, poured a second glass, but did not drink, took a cigarette and lit a cigarette.
-B..I have money for money, pants, for pants, which you still do not have enough. He shouted.
- Yes, everything’s enough, everything’s enough, but you know, I’m scared.
-What are you b .. for scared, take a stick so that you don’t have to be afraid. Vlad said already drunk.
- Vlad, you moron, what do you mean, pregnant I, I just don’t know what to do?
“How pregnant? Vlad began to recover.”
“So why are you afraid of a fool? You are my beloved, you are my dear.” He jumped up from his chair and rushed to kiss Dina.
-My sun we will have a son cheers. He cried out the word cheers as if he was going on the attack.
“Hush, hush what are you yelling at, that's crazy. She changed her voice.”
- Fool, I was afraid that you would not be happy with the child, because I do not want to have an abortion.
- You’re a fool, damn it, I’ll kill you if you say this word again. So nine months later, the son of Vlad and Dina was born, they called him David.






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The birth of a son changed Vladimir and Dinu beyond recognition. Dina became a woman-woman, so real and serious. But all this seemed at first glance. With regards to Vlad, he became a real father, caring and attentive, he just did not see and did not he wanted to see neither anything nor anyone except his current family. Everything was for his beloved and beloved son, even Asaf himself sometimes visiting his spouses’ apartment could spend hours with David, he saw in him nothing bright at all like an angel and it seemed that David’s life a foregone conclusion from above.
Israel Lvovich made a grand present for David’s birth, he presented the company Moszhiltorg, which he created back in the year one thousand nine hundred and ninety, headed M. Turchinova until this day. Where did Madame Turchinova and her family go, she’s still a mystery, which concerns the mysterious and rather prosperous company Moszhiltorg, then running into before tell you dear reader, she still acts for the benefit of you residents of Moscow.
A gift came from Sergey Sergeyevich, in the form of a BMW eight hundred and fiftieth car, it was an admiration, Vlad actually dreamed about it, it was the only car in Moscow in those years, I think, even in the entire Soviet Union. to all both simple and wealthy people.

  Authorities and thieves gathered in a bowl at Aragvi’s restaurant on Tverskaya and Vlad began to visit him with Asaf at his insistence. There gathered “color of the Russian mafia” such personalities as Yaponchik some reliable information-In 1991 they petitioned for the release of Jap many representatives of culture and sports, in particular Joseph Kobzon, Alexander Rosenbaum and ophthalmologist Svyatoslav Fedorov. The media wrote that there was a human rights activist Sergei Kovalev among the petitioners, however, Kovalev himself denied this, in 2009 he stated that he only requested that Yaponchik not be transferred to the “zone” with which he had a conflict.

In March 1992, Ivankov first went to Germany and then to the United States under the guise of an employee of the 12A movie studio Rolan Bykov and with the help of the Russian-American Priority joint venture; in addition, Ivankov also used a fictitious marriage with a US citizen Irina Ola. Ivankov settled in New York, where he became a mediator in disputes both between criminal authorities and Russian entrepreneurs, and, in addition, according to some reports, he was involved in drug trafficking. Ivankov organized a brigade to extort and destroy enemies from 250 former athletes and military men led by a former KGB officer. Some sources also reported that Ivankov secretly visited Moscow, where he tried to provoke a war against Chechen groups. Later in the Western press there were allegations that in fact at that time Ivankov was the head of the “Russian mafia” in New York.

In autumn 1994, two businessmen of Russian origin, Volkov and Voloshin, co-owners of Summit International, turned to the FBI. According to them, Jap with extortion threats extorted $ 2.7 million from them. Six months were observed, all telephone conversations of Ivankov were carefully recorded, and eighteen FBI agents working in three shifts were watching his movement around the clock. Having accumulated enough evidence, Jap and his five accomplices were arrested by the FBI on June 8, 1995, on charges of extortion. In January 1997, Ivankov was convicted and sentenced to nine years and seven months in prison for extortion and fictitious marriage with US citizen Irina Ola. Served in Allenwood Prison. In 1999, heroin was discovered in Ivankov’s cell, for which he was transferred to the wing for especially dangerous criminals.

In April 2000, Vyacheslav Ivankov received an absentee accusation in Russia of the murder of two Turkish businessmen and the wounding of another Turkish businessman in the Moscow restaurant "Fidan" in February 1992; an extradition request was sent to the United States. In July 2004, Ivankov was released from the Allenwood US prison, but he was immediately deported to Russia. He was taken to the Sailor's Silence. The Russian prosecutor's office refused to dismiss the case for a limitation period, citing the fact that Ivankov was hiding in the United States from Russian justice; the accused himself, in turn, stated that he intended to seek full rehabilitation. However, the case began to fall apart, which led to the resignation of the head of the department for the investigation of banditry and murders of the Moscow prosecutor's office Grigory Shinakov.

On July 18, 2005, the jury found Ivankov not guilty. Acting Prosecutor of Moscow Vladimir Bakun stated that 7 out of 12 jurors were allegedly previously convicted, in December of the same year the acquittal was approved by the Supreme Court of the Russian Federation, and in April 2006 the verdict was confirmed by the Presidium of the Supreme Court of the Russian Federation. Among the lawyers representing Ivankov at all these hearings was, in particular, Alexander Gofshtein, who was arrested in Madrid in November 2006 in the case of the “Russian mafia”.

After the acquittal, Ivankov said that he would "fish" and was not going to engage in any criminal showdowns. Nevertheless, while living abroad in the second half of the 2000s, Ivankov nevertheless acted as an “arbitrator” in disputes between different groups. In particular, Ivankov took part in the conflict between the criminal clans of Tariel Oniani (arrested in June 2009) on the one hand and Aslan Usoyan (Ded Khasan) and Lasha Shushanashvili (Lasha Rustavsky) (deported to Ukraine in September 2008, but then still returned to Russia), on the other, taking the side of the latter.


Well, okay enough about them. Of course, I could describe the life of each character individually, but why and why here spoil further and more. I will continue as it was.

 Probably a year later, Vlad reached a rather high position in Moscow itself. He was introduced to “Boryan” himself, that is, Boris Yeltsin, and it seemed that everything, that’s luck, position, success, and in the future, of course, life and I dare notice to myself far from ordinary. but luxurious. Asaf moved him up as best he could, money poured onto his head, as they say, from the sky.
  Dina went to her parents, mother fell ill. Vlad continued to work as before, and the communal apartments and all the ensuing troubles due to these communal apartments began to be forgotten. Everything went into oblivion, but once Igor came forward with a very strange conversation, which overshadowed and, moreover, specifically, all the good mood Vlada.
 “I haven’t seen each other for a long time, can you sit down, can you have a drink? Vlad invited me to sit down and sit at Igor’s table, and he took a bottle of cognac from the bar. Vlad’s office was furnished with very expensive antique furniture, and the company itself was located in the former mansion of the nobleman Vorobyov, this estate or rather part of it from one house to two floors was restored by Vlad, that is, with his money, I’ll make a note, this building is now gone, when he took office as President of Russia Vladimir Putin, the building was liquidated, and Moszhiltorg moved to Banny ereulok of the company is very interesting to be on, I will write about the fate of this company.
 “I won’t refuse.” Igor said, taking a seat on the spot; Igor poured cognac and patted Igor on the shoulder in a friendly manner.
- Come on, brother and me. Vlad clinked a glass with a glass of Igor and drank.
“You think I’d come what would you suggest it to me?” Igor said, pushing the glass away.
-I don’t understand, you yourself wanted a drink. Vlad was indignant.
- Yes, he wanted, but he didn’t want, I came to you for what reason. Igor could not resist taking the glass in one gulp to drain it.
“What kind of aggression is Igoryan, what’s the matter with you? Vlad crouched on the edge of his desktop.
-Explain, damn what is wrong with you?
- No matter what, tired of your lies.
“What lies are you talking about?” Vlad wondered.
“As much as you get for transactions with a trading house, did you even transfer a penny to me, think about me how I live?” Igor took a bottle and poured himself a full glass.
"What are you talking about, I gave you enough money when you participated in deals, everything dear, now you are not chapels, I called you to work with me, but you preferred what? That's it to drink drugs and women. How have you not yet been infected I am surprised and indeed alive for now. Vlad got up from the table and went to the window. In one hand he held a glass, the other was in his pocket, he swaying nervously and not looking at Igor suddenly blurted out sharply.
- Bro got out of here and don't show my eyes anymore.
“Oh how, and what’s so rude, and brother?” Igor took the bottle and took a few sips from the neck.
“You just don’t understand the good and the good.” Evil answered Vlad.
-Okay, I’ll leave, but don’t forget that I, like you on the neck in the blood and I’m not only a participant, but also a witness. Igor took one big sip from the bottle, looked at it and finished it to the end.
-And now I’ll go, but God knows where I’ll go, but you don’t even guess and all this luxury of yours will turn into a prison cell for you.
-Well, what do you want, how much money? Vlad went to a fairly drunken Igor.
-Million bucks and ......
-Okay lam and I will never see you again, have you agreed, bro? Vlad leaned over to Igor’s face and looked him in the eye.
-You exchanged friendship for dibs with you, sober up and I will give them to you, come tomorrow.
Igor got up and silently headed for the door.
- I can’t promise you that.
-What is this? Vlad shouted after him.
“You won’t see me.” Igor said, and without turning around left the office.
-Bitch b .. Vlad banged his fist on the table with a fist. -Bitch bang you. He once again tapped the table and went to the bar, took out another bottle, opened it and, like Igor, made several big sips from the neck. bitch, but not a friend, give him a million, but for what I should give you a million, here’s a freak, freak, freak bitch! ”Vlad shouted angrily.He also drank and sat at his desk, picked up the phone and dialed the number.
Hello, dear, there’s a matter of urgently come to my office, I’m waiting right now. He took a few more sips from the bottle and hung up.

  Igor entered the cafe. At Natasha, he sat at a table with Vlad and called Anatoly. Then, as always, he fussed over and greeted Igor with a smile on his face.
- Forget about us completely, why doesn’t it come with Vlad? Tolik asked.
“Vlad is now the king and God, that you just won’t turn to him.” Evil answered Igor.
“And so, you are friends, as I understand it?” Tolik continued, already wary.
-Friends, friends, in short Tolyan, give vodka, Olivier salad, what else do you have, and fried meat with potatoes, come on, I want to eat fast. Roughly and with some contempt Igor ordered. Anatoly silently left. Igor came up to Igor a girl with a tray, a waitress and brought salad and vodka.
- The main dish will be ready in about twenty minutes, you have to wait. She said politely.
“All you have to wait, well, what’s the matter, well, put a salad here. He took the bottle, poured a full wine glass and drank it in one sip.”
-Well, what are you going to go to work. Igor, breathing out and wincing, squeezed out of himself. The girl left.

  In the meantime, a man in his forties, shaven, shaved his hair licked on his ass, all smoothly dressed as a parade, came into the office of Vlad. He walked to the table and, without waiting for an invitation, sat down in a chair near Vlad. It was the major of the investigation department Epifantsev Sergey Anatolyevich, we will meet with him more than once, but then.
“Well, what an urgency, what happened here.” He began to smoke.
- In short, my friend completely flew off the coils, it threatens me one million bucks in money, count it, this is incomprehensible to the mind. Vlad took a sip from the bottle and also lit a cigarette.
-Moreover, he threatens to hand me over to the cops. Vlad was not only annoyed, but also scared
“What can I say, there are, as always, two options, one quietly peacefully peeling, and the other just planting a goat, you choose. He let out the smoke of his cigarette slowly, enjoying and watching Vlad’s reaction to what was said.
-Choose the dachshund you know.
“What is there to choose, and if he starts to testify, against me?”
-I'll do it so it won’t start, I will take this matter under control.
-But I can’t risk my freedom, family business, you know.
“I understand that, but you choose it and only yours.” He put out his cigarette, got up, went to the bar, got a bottle of cognac and a glass, poured himself and drank it.
  -Martel, my favorite cognac, you know Vlad, I have a way to make a person speak or keep quiet, our methods are very simple and effective, so let's think. He poured himself another, walked around the office, stopped by the table, drank, put down a bottle and a glass on the table.
-You think, and I'll go call me as you decide.
-No wait, there’s nothing to think. It’s decided.
“You would have made it easier if you gave me at least some tip on his affairs without your participation.”
-There is one. Vlad got up, went to the major and took him by the shoulders.
- Man, there is one thing, how did I forget that, huh?
-That's nice, let's lay it out.
- And why lay it out, go to the cottage and look for bodies, two bodies of prostitutes, he buried somewhere on the site, this asshole did not even bother to take them out into the forest.
-So, so, so, and this is interesting already. The major took Vlad under the elbow and they sat on the sofa.
-This is already interesting, let's go into more detail. He got up, walked briskly to the table, poured a full glass of cognac and returned to Vlad.
-Well? He went on.
-What and, in short, he somehow took off two heifers half a year ago, in short, I don’t know exactly what kind of graters were there, but as a result, he paid a taxi driver in the Baumanskaya area, I know that for sure. Vlad got up brought his unfinished bottle and stopped looking out the window. It was as if he had stood still.
-Well, go on.
-What to continue here, near my house a damn goat, soaked this carrier, burned a car somewhere near my dacha in the same place and worked these girls, it’s all I don’t know any details about, nor exactly when it was, I know that one hundred pounds was.
-That's wonderful, that's enough. Said Sergey getting up.
-Next is my job.-Yes, yes, yes, that's exactly how and no other way. Something Vlad muttered under his breath. He went to his desk, pulled out two packs of dollars from a drawer and laid them on the table.
-That is the advance payment for the work, the rest is in fact.
Sergey put the money in his inner pocket, shook Vlad’s hand and left. Vlad sat down at his desk. -What will happen now? He said in a rumor. Igor would be imprisoned, but only I knew about it and he will guess that I passed him and will start talking, which is not worth it, well, no, the major said this is his business and he will silence Igoryan. Okay, I'll see.
   No more than two or three days passed and the valiant police in the person of Comrade Major took Igor. Everything was arranged so that not a shadow of suspicion fell on Vlad. A brigade of electricians was quickly created, they started digging something on the sites adjacent to Igor’s cottage and, as if accidentally checking something, came across a body, first of one, and then of a second girl. I will not describe all the horror that gripped Igor’s mother when the police arrested her son. But the major worked cleanly and quickly.
  Igor was convicted, sentenced to twenty years in a strict regime. Vlad was not present at the court session, and his mother did not even accept Igor when she came to ask him for help.
   

      Time passed, and after half a year Dina returned with her son to Moscow, which Vlad was very pleased with. They moved to a small but cozy mansion near Asaf, which was very convenient for both the old man and Vlad. Asaf began to visit the family more often. He had neither a family nor children, since according to the laws of his sphere of activity, a “lawyer" cannot have this luxury. He lived according to these concepts for this and was the most respected of the authorities.
  Everything seemed to be okay and now no one is threatening or blackmailing Vlad, but somehow one of the ordinary days there was a call to work to Vlad, the secretary connected to the office.
“Hello, who is this?” Tearing himself away from writing, Vlad asked.
-You are dear to you, one of your roots from the zone, the one to which you owe some money, is disturbing. A voice croaked.
-What spine, what money, where are you calling, who are you and what are you talking about? Frightened, Vlad flashed.
“Igor Safronchikov, does this name tell you something?” The voice continued to wheeze.
-Says that my former friend and that’s all, I don’t owe him any money, but the fact that you call me and show me this is hitting and mess, do you know where you got into a friend? Vlad went on the attack.
-Yes, I’ll smear you, I’ll rub it, you decided to run into someone the gentleman, do you know who you called and where you got into? Vlad shouted.
  “You don’t understand where you got into it.” The voice wheezed quietly.
“Tomorrow at twelve o’clock I’ll be waiting for you on Pushkin Square, I’ll be with a newspaper in my hands and cloves, you better come.” His voice wheezed and the connection was cut off. Vlad immediately dialed Asaf and told everything that had just happened. Asaph reassured him and told him to come to him today, and they decided on that.
At six o’clock in the evening, as if nothing had happened, Vlad left the company building and went to his car. As if nothing had happened, he got behind the wheel and started the car, and then they put a noose on his neck and squeezed it very hard so that Vlad could barely catch his breath. The passenger door opened and a very elderly man of about sixty got into the car, lit a pipe and started a conversation.
-I decided not to delay until tomorrow, you understand I don’t have time, and you are a painfully smart friend. The same hoarse and nasty voice came that called him a few minutes ago.
 Vlad was pushed into the trunk of a car and the car whistled out of the parking lot. The whole journey was no less than half an hour, somewhere out of town, on the ring road.
  The gates, large and forged with noise, closed the mordovorota. Vlad was taken to the barn and locked him there. After some time, one of the captain went to Vlad and took him by the neck dragged into the courtyard and led into the house.
Vlad remembered about Vakha, how his fighters also dragged him into a conversation. But then there was a reason, and now it’s chaos, there’s a clean run. Vlad thought.
And he wasn’t mistaken, they didn’t intend to treat him at all in a human way, right from the first seconds Vlad got something heavy in the back of his head and fell, then a series of powerful blows fell down his feet. He was beaten by two, looking like a Caucasian nationality.
Having finished the beating, they sat him down and doused him with cold water.
“Well, have you come to your senses?” One of them asked Vlad.
Vlad nodded his head silently.
-You look, the cretins spoiled the whole loba of gabana, but black-assed freaks can’t be trusted with anything. A familiar hoarse voice spoke, Vlad raised his head and saw that hoarse one who brought it here.
“I'm not going to deal with you for a long time, you owe money and you will give it back.” The old man stood with his back to Vlad.
-Your friend Igor, an artist, sold me your favor, so you owe me and not him. I hope you understand this already.?
Vlad with difficulty squeezed out something like he understood, but since his whole face was broken in blood and it was very painful for him to say anything, he still nodded his head.
"You owed one million dollars to your friend, right? So, a lot of time has passed since that moment and your debt has grown one and a half times, plus our work, these are troubles with you."
The old man was impudent before our eyes, with every word, he increased and increased the amount of debt and as a result announced five million dollars. Vlad laughed for which he received a heavy blow to the face with his boot. Blood flowed even more from the nose and from Vlad's lips, broken into the forcemeat. He passed out.
- Quite already, stop it, I said nerd, do you think he will give me grandmothers so quickly? The old man was screaming. Think of your head with a hole in it, not an asshole. He continued and left the room.The big grandfather clock struck midnight. Dina put her son to bed for a long time and, having prepared dinner, waited for Vlad while drinking red wine and watching TV. But Vlad was not there, then she dialed Asaf's number.
  -Sorry for the concern Asaf Evdaevich, Dean spoke in a half-whisper.
-Yes, hello, I'm listening, who is this? there was soft Asaf baritone on that end of the wire.
-This is Dina’s wife of Vlad, sorry again for the late call, I just wanted to know Vlad from you or not?
“What happened, dear creature, didn't your husband come from work?” He was surprised.
-We agreed with him that he would call on me, but no, the young man did not deign, I thought that he was just tired and went to bed and therefore did not bother him. Asaph was already excitedly speaking.
-No, he didn’t even call me that he was delaying. Dina spoke more anxiously.
-Okay calm down and go to bed, don’t worry, we’ll figure it out in the morning, everything will be fine. He reassured Dean.
-I tell you to go to bed, all until tomorrow. Asaf hung up and immediately called out loudly to Sergei Smirnov, his right hand.
Explaining to him what the matter was, Asaf picked up the phone and started dialing the phone number, whispering something inaudible to himself. Sergey quickly left. He pointed the three guards to the exit and went after them. Crossover illuminated the courtyard with headlights and drove out the gate.
“Hello, dear.” Asaf began sarcastically, sitting down in his chair at the chic, antique desk.
I am glad to disturb you at this late hour, you should not thank me. Asaf continued. A half-asleep voice of a man sounded in the telephone receiver.
- What are you, Asaf, of course, glad to hear you dear. It was the Georgian thief in law Takhik Kukuvadze, well-known in criminal circles.
  - Listen here Tahik, I have a problem.
-What you have a problem, dear, you know your problem, this is my problem, what happened? Over bursting Tahik.
- They covered my good friend, someone wants to milk him and, for my reasons, deprive him of the ability to live.
"Someone who could have taken such a dear? I ... In short, what I need, I understand, will soon be dear."
- That's nice, come on and grab Wahoo, you know he’s here somewhere in Moscow now.
-Of course I know, Vakha will be there too, all Bark beetle wait.
 Asaf, satisfied with the conversation, hung up the phone and lit a cigarette. He was pleased and understood that not one of his acquaintances had done this and "his heart felt better"
  Do these people have a heart, you ask? I will answer that there are and sometimes much more than many of you do, I do not want to offend anyone at all, but you yourself understand and know how callous and cynical we all made the nineties. But this is not a criterion of justification to us all without exception. Asaf and other leaders of the criminal elite, then everything was much simpler and more honest at that time. They had these very vaunted notions — by which they lived and by which they judged, often brutally. Of course, you can write anything you like, about their activity is completely unlawful and not fair at first and second glance. I apologize again for demagoguery, but how can my dear readers be without it? How? This is part of our history with you, and moreover, notice the life story that touched, if not directly, then certainly indirectly, every citizen of the USSR.
  Meanwhile, the people gathered at a large table in Asaf's estate. About ten people, it’s only the authorities whom I know came to him. The brother was buzzing about something, they smoked, even the servants and they were running in some kind of incomprehensible animation, they brought here wine, some beer, some cognac and vodka, in short saying "gangway" - (bunch) was going to. Asaf was the last to come in and sit at the head of the table, the buzz slowly came to naught and everyone stopped talking at the end. They silently looked at Asaf, who smoked who was not, but everyone was waiting for what he would say.
Asaf began to slowly and measuredly tell what had happened and that it was really not just a run-in on his acquaintance and businessman, but a spit in the face of the brotherhood, that is, all of them. Who would decide to touch the “lave” - (money) that belongs to the saint himself it’s for the common man, he’s automatically dead. So it was presented just like that. And the lads decided to find and severely punish the villains.

                to be continued

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