Chapter 9.
Soon Inga reached the footpath, almost overgrown, and moved along it to the northeast. She waited for a bus near one hour. The bus was full of people and she was traveling standing. In Zagorsk on the square of the railway station the both of kind of two idiots showed on her with a finger, smiling gloatingly. Inga remembered that now she is in the rear of the enemy and she had begun to multiply in the mind three-digit numbers. This helped to keep herself imperturbable and to restrain the manifestation her own aura which was not peculiar to the rest of the people now.
While she waited for electric train, a few times she was asked, how much time now or how to get to some point, but in fact they wanted to examine her better. In the electric train, then in the metro she sat, overcoming the pain because of the yesterday. The parents waited for her from day to day. They were calmed already. Inga knew it. Her abductor, but now a lover, he had cared for this yet a few years ago, having captured some of her school notebooks, that was not so difficult for his purposeful nature. He spoiled a lot of paper, before he perfected till automatism the first consolatory letter to Inga's parents, learning to forge her handwriting so skilfully, only a professional expert would be capable to detect the falsification. The content of the letter was that she has become an adult now, she may have her own private life and the other day she is going to slip away from the village insensibly in an unknown direction, also she distrusts her friend Tania, so Tania will know nothing too.
Ascertaining, that the abduction of the girl is well prepared, calculating, that during a several days whatever disruption of the operation is not probable in a practical manner, he sent this letter written by his hand as if from Inga, from Konakovo. He knew, letters go very long from a province of another region, it's possible more than a week, and the stamp of Konakovo on the envelope will confuse traces of the disappeared girl.
The following letters were written by the daughter's hand in fact. She had written them willingly and would do it without any fear of the punishment. In the case of disappearance and in the absence of news from the daughter who has disappeared, the parents in their fancy could imagine well more terrible pictures, than the events taking place in fact. Their troubles would be in vain. It would be impossible to find her, perhaps, if even the security of the Politburo would depend upon this. And if they cannot help, though let them be calm.
He traveled to Moscow for groceries, at the same time sending her letters, and to hasten the returning, that the girl would have no time to run away, he spent a lot of money on a taxi and shopping, commensurate with the average wage. Always he returned in time, before his captive girl, being dosed with sedatives, would come to her senses entirely. In the last letter the prodigal daughter promised to return during these days, without saying in what a day. On the third letter nevertheless the parents decided just in case to report the police, presenting these three letters from daughter. Already they were calmed.
An investigator Puzyrkov was corpulent, with a double chin. Now he was loaded with two housebreaking thefts, then it was added else an unsolved murder a local bully who was a cad and a drunkard; the murder was committed by a man clearly not from this district, this case, it was so hard to get rid of which, and finally this case was loaded on a colleague - because of all this, he was ready to lose his temper and scold the visitors with unprintable words, also among his colleagues he passed for a cynical, hard-mounted man who is a fond of the scabrous anecdotes. If someone unknown divined, on the basis what difficult to explain, about his profession, in the same time asking directly: "Don't you work in the organs?", then Puzyrkov turned this into a joke, answering: "Those organs, I work, are female ones. However, seeing a well-dressed couple was, both were about fifty years old and conformed the soviet standards of the Brezhnev's epoch, he decided to restrain himself and to grasp the essence of the matter. He was not stupid so much to express his discontent to these visitors, especially in his usual form.
The information they brought, gladdened him, because it imposed on him no duty. It was clear not enough reasons to institute criminal proceedings for any article. Even it was better. Zatsepin, a friend from KGB, whose room was at the end of the corridor, who gave him clever advices often, thanks to them his clients, that is the criminals, were caught better a little. Therefor, as it becomes, one must spare reciprocal signs of attention, delivering an information, which one day would be found a useful one. The main thing is to pretend as one seeks. He knew, now the KGB is perplexed by searching some elusive scribbler who replenishes the Samizdat, in addition he distributes leaflets with instructions of the disobedience the soviet power and of the struggle against it. Once Zatsepin told him, that wanted scribbler, he has an inclination to abduct wenches. Long ago, near ten years, he was exposed in a preparation of abducting a lover girl in the district Kuntsevo, when her parents were so tired of him, that he was put in a prison for a short while. Then it was impossible to prove the fact of the criminal preparation and the detection of intent, as it's known, is non-punishable. The article 206 (hooliganism) is a magic wand, if one wants to rid of someone, but nothing to complain about.
'What if this is he? Don't be too sure. More probable this isn't he and no abducting but one mustn't let the chance slip, one time more to show for Zatsepin as I would do something for him. If that, he will be glad and will hope: perhaps soon he will catch this scribbler, and the Chiefs will put a fucking star once more on his epaulets" - Puzyrkov calculated in his mind.
-Of course, I understand you, - he said out loud, - it is unpleasant for you, but don't worry. You see the modern youth, what it is. This is nothing compared the others. The living experience will make her cleverer eventually. Here is nothing terrible. We had a lot such cases, they disappeared from home, sent no letters, as the yours did, then they reappeared after quarrel with their lovers as a rule. They were decent too, from good families too. But still your daughter, she doesn't forget you, she sends the letters. By the way, just in case you might not have to leave these letters with us?
-Of course, take them, if it's necessary.
-I'll return you them after. I would like to make a request else, bring something is written by her hand, please, old school notebooks maybe.
-With pleasure, we are going to bring them right today, something was preserved...
-Don't worry you. Never and nowhere she has been seen in something bad thing. But if these letters contain a demand of money, such a situation would be dangerous in fact.
-God forbid! But you see, she doesn't ask money, only reassures, and a "private life", you see, is in the way of things.
-So what are you worried about? After spending a good time in summer, she will go back, it's possible, she will become smarter. If she sends the letters again, bring them us please. Oh no! She's all right. Simply, even though the law we can do nothing with this type, however one must summon him to talk, let the next time he doesn't hide and doesn't disturb the people. For sure, though one time he had a chance to come to your home to appear in your presence.
The parents brought her old school notebooks at the same day. Not in service, but in friendship he asked another friend who was an expert including the handwriting, to verify, whose hand had written the letters. For the expert this was easy to do, but... he had to verify a few times, isn't an error there. It turned out, there was something fishy. The two last letters and the school notebooks were written by the same hand in fact, but the first letter was a skillful made forgery.
At first Zatsepin was gripped by the hunting excitement, but after considering all this, he understood, it profits him nothing till the disappeared girl would return back.
-As soon as she gets back, summon her to your place and I will talk with her, - Zatsepin asked Puzyrkov.
Finally, when it was clear the autumn came, in the heat of the Indian summer, two his supergrasses who were already retired, constantly sitting on the bench near the entrance, they reported that the same Inga, as if she was disappeared, reappeared towards evening, being dressed in shabby sports clothes and a shabby sneakers, carrying two bags with mushrooms and nuts.
The large city impressed with Inga a repulsive feeling not right away. It was some no novelty. During several months she was tired of the forest already, but she will be bored because of the city in several days. But now she looked with interest at the wide streets, thundering with their cars yet not grown hateful for the time being and the smooth asphalt, what it was so easy to step on, it rendered her the feeling of the lightness and of the insouciance. The parents met her in a friendly way, as equals. In answer she talked a lot of nonsense to them in a friendly way too, as if she lived in a lover's dacha, situated in a district of Konakovo and this lover told about himself not much, because he works in organs, then she was tired of him and they quarreled, he said in the end, if she or someone attempts to compromise him, it will be troubles. Finally nevertheless they were parted with each other, as noble persons for a farewell cup of tea, he gave her for the journey mushrooms and nuts, and she put off.
With compassion and understanding Inga looked at the parents, for she surpassed them in the development of a long way forward now. These home people who were older than her thirty years, unfortunately they would can teach her nothing. If she tries to share with them with her new knowledge, they would close their ears, even if they started to listen and to dispute, all the same they would understand nothing. It hurt to sit at the table, however she didn't show it, and this excited her in an original manner, But there an anger with the state was added, the state which transformed her close persons into zombi with soviet mentality, and a few months ago she was the same and she had a chance to remain the same for all her life, all her friends remain the same and now it will be not interesting to communicate with them. But the only man, with whom she a lot to talk about, with whom may talk with an openness, overstepping all the limits, all day, now in a train he was moving away to the northwest.
The next day she spent at home, resting, getting accustomed to the former situation. Finally the day passed, the evening came. She sat a little in front of the TV, which she will soon get bored with, however the next morning a summons from the police was gotten.
-Go, my daughter, so it's not nice to hide. Puzyrkov is a good man, he sympathizes with us. He is interested in your friend, but it looks like a raven crow eye does not eat dog.
The mother advised her to dress better. Inga obeyed but without someone's knowledge she elected to dress herself without any underwear. She went out into the street. For some reason she remembered, her lover, paraphrasing the Gospel, whether in jest or earnest he said her a few days before the separation:
-You will not see me for a long time, but soon you will see me.
And she had seen him. He looked at her from a stand under an inscription: "They are wanted by the police":
"Wanted a dangerous felon
Sedyh Vitaly Adamovich
Birth 1940 ...
The police will be grateful ..."
Inga scanned the text till the end. There was no word on whether, what the "felon", who devoted so much effort, had done.
It was her "a human from planet Earth" with Siberian surname, with Russian name of Latin origin and with Polish patronymic, so old by the calendar and so young in life, in every sense.
Being thrilled, but without showing any emotion on the surface, Inga came into the local police station and greeted politely with a man on duty.
Epilogue.
From Puzyrkov she was led right away into the room of Zatsepin. She had a little time to see on the door a part of the inscription: "... of the State Security".
Making a decent impression upon the colleagues in the Puzyrkov's room, in the Zatsepin's room Inga made eyes at him, naming him a "knight of cloak and dagger". He was trying to speak with her as strictly as possible, showed her a picture of her forest lover, naming him in the same time a "traitor of Motherland" but she succeeded to show no emotion and she declared that she was unaware of this man and told else as if her lover, he works in the police too, occupying far not a last place there.
-And don't make a face. You will not succeed to influence upon me. I know nothing and I'm sure you are not going to fuck me with a red-hot soldering iron in my ass, to put out my eyes or to set the needles under my nails!
-But I'm going just to spank you. Here I'll lift your skirt and spank you with a belt. - You'll sing other songs then!
-But someone has passed ahead of you already, - saying this and smiling, Inga stood up, turned back and lifted her dress, which was nothing under. The traces of the recent cruel flogging provoked no doubts. -You may well contribute your mite too. Even I'll not scream, taking care of your reputation... Let's lock up the door?
-Sit down, silly wench!
Right away he had understood, that no parents did this. He saw them, this is not their doing. Then... all is clear. She is a masochist and her lover is a sadist. Zatsepin worked in the institution where such things were well understood. However in the file of his client it was not anything like this. Even if it's he, then his capability to play a double game does him credit. But... good bitch!.. The conversation between them was changed in another subject is distracted, that is in the everyday things, because a further confrontation could breathe upon him really. She was not at all some pilferer who would be caught in the Kazansky railway station but a girl is awful courageous and in the same time sly, circumspect and restrained if one have to keep herself so, a girl who has succeeded to show herself well already before the subcontractors, that is the policemen.
It was profitable for the both, to draw together to warm out each other some information about the same man. As for her - to find out what he has done and what is threatening at him. As for him - to ascertain whether her lover is the same wanted client or just an outside kinky who loves to flog wenches and has no relation with the political nonconformity. The conversation was over the fact, that Zatsepin left her his number, then they met and became lovers for a while.
Even two times he had belted Inga properly by her request, a few times they visited a restaurant. For Inga it was deeply disgusted his soviet circle, these persons were busy and tiresome, who looked askance arrogantly at her, who made their career, using the suffering of others, whom in any average country nobody would consider them as criminals. It was noticeable they didn't approve his choice, understanding at the same time this is needed for their business. Zatsepin succeeded to understand from all this, that no matter whether her cruel lover is the same who is wanted, it is very likely she herself doesn't know where he is now. She succeeded to learn, he is wanted only political reasons and KGB wants to jail him for a very long time and as far as possible to add to him the article 64: "The treason Motherland". As for criminal aspect, she was the only who knew about the "gravest" his crimes, that was teaching her Yoga and karate what was forbidden by the Criminal Code of the Russian Federation. As regards the abducting, now she herself didn't want to part with him. Long ago he had wounded someone with knife in fact, but that was rather a heroic act, than a crime. She had very little to do with Zatsepin, except the sex. Now she had to think, in what way to get rid of him.
There was a former schoolgirl, Inga's friend Milka, who was considered not quite justly a first beauty in their class. One day Inga had presented Zatsepin to her, as he is the same lover, with whom all the summer she vanished in a dacha in the district of Konakovo. That girl felt a jealously till the heartburn, and Inga, even pretending to be jealous a little, but not too much, gave a chance to Milka, let she would win over this "happiness" gradually. Zatsepin already was tired of the life of a bachelor, he was thirty five years old, he made the proposal to Milka, and in February of the 1986 they had married. His circle liked Milka more.
In the 1991 after the putsch, the section of the KGB, where Zatsepin served, was disbanded, and he found himself out of work. Attempting to repair an omission, he started to go back and forth to trade in Turkey, and near two years later, quarreling with mafia from something, he was killed in a skirmish. Milka ruined herself by drinking, sank till the area of the three railway stations, dissolving herself in the circle of the local tramps and whores.
In the same 1991 Inga had acquainted in Moscow with a citizen of Argentina of the middle class, went to his country, and they made a formal marriage. Don't worry, dear reader, I have a surprise for you. Antonio Pereira and SedYh Vitaly are the same person. There they created a not great community, so a little known, which was continuing the cause of Osho Rajneesh, who left this world recently, but the community became with his own specific bias.
What one may say about the relations inside the group? The people are enough reserved and it is difficult to guess about the sexual side of their life, however in the climate relatively warm all of them are dressed lightly and from time to time one can see on many members of the community the traces either from a switch or from a lash on the bare parts of the body. All of them seem content and happy. No serious conflicts within the group can be known. There aren't the Slavs, excepting Inga and Vitaly, whose name is Antonio now, generally among them there are immigrants from Europe and USA. Our main characters, speaking each other, increasingly use the English or the Spanish. The community is not distinguished by some eminent wealth, however, it's obvious that they have enough to live quite well.
Almost every year our heroes come to Russia. The friends from the community accompany them. They take backpacks and go camping. As a rule, their route begins near that village, which is located not far from Rogachevo, and ends at the same place where the soul, who was doomed for the miserable existence in boredom and ignorance till the end of life, but now she has gained the freedom, the knowledge and the way to perfection.
It's noticed, when our heroes with their brothers and sisters in spirit are in Russia, in the triangle Moscow-Taldom-Alexandrov it rains never. Maybe, this is only a coincidence...
FIN
The narrative was written in Russian from 5 to 30 of August 1999.
It is translated from Russian into English by the author.
The original Russian text: https://www.proza.ru/2009/12/20/1217
To the beginning of the narrative: http://la-flagellation.blogspot.ru/2012/09/the-enigmatic-abductor-chapter-1.html
To the beginning of the narrative in French: http://la-flagellation.blogspot.ru/2012/04/lenleveur-enigmatique-chapitre-1_23.html
To the beginning of the narrative in Spanich: http://unasbagatelas.blogspot.ru/2013/05/el-sequestrador-enigmatico.html?zx=8822fb1b04ada922
To the beginning of the narrative in German: http://unasbagatelas.blogspot.ru/2014/07/der-ratselhaft-entfuhrer-kapitel-1.html
To the beginning of the narrative in Finnish: https://imperiumistapahan.blogspot.ru/2016/10/luku-1-arvoituksellinen-naisen-ryostaja.html?zx=9e40873ef9735322
Soon Inga reached the footpath, almost overgrown, and moved along it to the northeast. She waited for a bus near one hour. The bus was full of people and she was traveling standing. In Zagorsk on the square of the railway station the both of kind of two idiots showed on her with a finger, smiling gloatingly. Inga remembered that now she is in the rear of the enemy and she had begun to multiply in the mind three-digit numbers. This helped to keep herself imperturbable and to restrain the manifestation her own aura which was not peculiar to the rest of the people now.
While she waited for electric train, a few times she was asked, how much time now or how to get to some point, but in fact they wanted to examine her better. In the electric train, then in the metro she sat, overcoming the pain because of the yesterday. The parents waited for her from day to day. They were calmed already. Inga knew it. Her abductor, but now a lover, he had cared for this yet a few years ago, having captured some of her school notebooks, that was not so difficult for his purposeful nature. He spoiled a lot of paper, before he perfected till automatism the first consolatory letter to Inga's parents, learning to forge her handwriting so skilfully, only a professional expert would be capable to detect the falsification. The content of the letter was that she has become an adult now, she may have her own private life and the other day she is going to slip away from the village insensibly in an unknown direction, also she distrusts her friend Tania, so Tania will know nothing too.
Ascertaining, that the abduction of the girl is well prepared, calculating, that during a several days whatever disruption of the operation is not probable in a practical manner, he sent this letter written by his hand as if from Inga, from Konakovo. He knew, letters go very long from a province of another region, it's possible more than a week, and the stamp of Konakovo on the envelope will confuse traces of the disappeared girl.
The following letters were written by the daughter's hand in fact. She had written them willingly and would do it without any fear of the punishment. In the case of disappearance and in the absence of news from the daughter who has disappeared, the parents in their fancy could imagine well more terrible pictures, than the events taking place in fact. Their troubles would be in vain. It would be impossible to find her, perhaps, if even the security of the Politburo would depend upon this. And if they cannot help, though let them be calm.
He traveled to Moscow for groceries, at the same time sending her letters, and to hasten the returning, that the girl would have no time to run away, he spent a lot of money on a taxi and shopping, commensurate with the average wage. Always he returned in time, before his captive girl, being dosed with sedatives, would come to her senses entirely. In the last letter the prodigal daughter promised to return during these days, without saying in what a day. On the third letter nevertheless the parents decided just in case to report the police, presenting these three letters from daughter. Already they were calmed.
An investigator Puzyrkov was corpulent, with a double chin. Now he was loaded with two housebreaking thefts, then it was added else an unsolved murder a local bully who was a cad and a drunkard; the murder was committed by a man clearly not from this district, this case, it was so hard to get rid of which, and finally this case was loaded on a colleague - because of all this, he was ready to lose his temper and scold the visitors with unprintable words, also among his colleagues he passed for a cynical, hard-mounted man who is a fond of the scabrous anecdotes. If someone unknown divined, on the basis what difficult to explain, about his profession, in the same time asking directly: "Don't you work in the organs?", then Puzyrkov turned this into a joke, answering: "Those organs, I work, are female ones. However, seeing a well-dressed couple was, both were about fifty years old and conformed the soviet standards of the Brezhnev's epoch, he decided to restrain himself and to grasp the essence of the matter. He was not stupid so much to express his discontent to these visitors, especially in his usual form.
The information they brought, gladdened him, because it imposed on him no duty. It was clear not enough reasons to institute criminal proceedings for any article. Even it was better. Zatsepin, a friend from KGB, whose room was at the end of the corridor, who gave him clever advices often, thanks to them his clients, that is the criminals, were caught better a little. Therefor, as it becomes, one must spare reciprocal signs of attention, delivering an information, which one day would be found a useful one. The main thing is to pretend as one seeks. He knew, now the KGB is perplexed by searching some elusive scribbler who replenishes the Samizdat, in addition he distributes leaflets with instructions of the disobedience the soviet power and of the struggle against it. Once Zatsepin told him, that wanted scribbler, he has an inclination to abduct wenches. Long ago, near ten years, he was exposed in a preparation of abducting a lover girl in the district Kuntsevo, when her parents were so tired of him, that he was put in a prison for a short while. Then it was impossible to prove the fact of the criminal preparation and the detection of intent, as it's known, is non-punishable. The article 206 (hooliganism) is a magic wand, if one wants to rid of someone, but nothing to complain about.
'What if this is he? Don't be too sure. More probable this isn't he and no abducting but one mustn't let the chance slip, one time more to show for Zatsepin as I would do something for him. If that, he will be glad and will hope: perhaps soon he will catch this scribbler, and the Chiefs will put a fucking star once more on his epaulets" - Puzyrkov calculated in his mind.
-Of course, I understand you, - he said out loud, - it is unpleasant for you, but don't worry. You see the modern youth, what it is. This is nothing compared the others. The living experience will make her cleverer eventually. Here is nothing terrible. We had a lot such cases, they disappeared from home, sent no letters, as the yours did, then they reappeared after quarrel with their lovers as a rule. They were decent too, from good families too. But still your daughter, she doesn't forget you, she sends the letters. By the way, just in case you might not have to leave these letters with us?
-Of course, take them, if it's necessary.
-I'll return you them after. I would like to make a request else, bring something is written by her hand, please, old school notebooks maybe.
-With pleasure, we are going to bring them right today, something was preserved...
-Don't worry you. Never and nowhere she has been seen in something bad thing. But if these letters contain a demand of money, such a situation would be dangerous in fact.
-God forbid! But you see, she doesn't ask money, only reassures, and a "private life", you see, is in the way of things.
-So what are you worried about? After spending a good time in summer, she will go back, it's possible, she will become smarter. If she sends the letters again, bring them us please. Oh no! She's all right. Simply, even though the law we can do nothing with this type, however one must summon him to talk, let the next time he doesn't hide and doesn't disturb the people. For sure, though one time he had a chance to come to your home to appear in your presence.
The parents brought her old school notebooks at the same day. Not in service, but in friendship he asked another friend who was an expert including the handwriting, to verify, whose hand had written the letters. For the expert this was easy to do, but... he had to verify a few times, isn't an error there. It turned out, there was something fishy. The two last letters and the school notebooks were written by the same hand in fact, but the first letter was a skillful made forgery.
At first Zatsepin was gripped by the hunting excitement, but after considering all this, he understood, it profits him nothing till the disappeared girl would return back.
-As soon as she gets back, summon her to your place and I will talk with her, - Zatsepin asked Puzyrkov.
Finally, when it was clear the autumn came, in the heat of the Indian summer, two his supergrasses who were already retired, constantly sitting on the bench near the entrance, they reported that the same Inga, as if she was disappeared, reappeared towards evening, being dressed in shabby sports clothes and a shabby sneakers, carrying two bags with mushrooms and nuts.
The large city impressed with Inga a repulsive feeling not right away. It was some no novelty. During several months she was tired of the forest already, but she will be bored because of the city in several days. But now she looked with interest at the wide streets, thundering with their cars yet not grown hateful for the time being and the smooth asphalt, what it was so easy to step on, it rendered her the feeling of the lightness and of the insouciance. The parents met her in a friendly way, as equals. In answer she talked a lot of nonsense to them in a friendly way too, as if she lived in a lover's dacha, situated in a district of Konakovo and this lover told about himself not much, because he works in organs, then she was tired of him and they quarreled, he said in the end, if she or someone attempts to compromise him, it will be troubles. Finally nevertheless they were parted with each other, as noble persons for a farewell cup of tea, he gave her for the journey mushrooms and nuts, and she put off.
With compassion and understanding Inga looked at the parents, for she surpassed them in the development of a long way forward now. These home people who were older than her thirty years, unfortunately they would can teach her nothing. If she tries to share with them with her new knowledge, they would close their ears, even if they started to listen and to dispute, all the same they would understand nothing. It hurt to sit at the table, however she didn't show it, and this excited her in an original manner, But there an anger with the state was added, the state which transformed her close persons into zombi with soviet mentality, and a few months ago she was the same and she had a chance to remain the same for all her life, all her friends remain the same and now it will be not interesting to communicate with them. But the only man, with whom she a lot to talk about, with whom may talk with an openness, overstepping all the limits, all day, now in a train he was moving away to the northwest.
The next day she spent at home, resting, getting accustomed to the former situation. Finally the day passed, the evening came. She sat a little in front of the TV, which she will soon get bored with, however the next morning a summons from the police was gotten.
-Go, my daughter, so it's not nice to hide. Puzyrkov is a good man, he sympathizes with us. He is interested in your friend, but it looks like a raven crow eye does not eat dog.
The mother advised her to dress better. Inga obeyed but without someone's knowledge she elected to dress herself without any underwear. She went out into the street. For some reason she remembered, her lover, paraphrasing the Gospel, whether in jest or earnest he said her a few days before the separation:
-You will not see me for a long time, but soon you will see me.
And she had seen him. He looked at her from a stand under an inscription: "They are wanted by the police":
"Wanted a dangerous felon
Sedyh Vitaly Adamovich
Birth 1940 ...
The police will be grateful ..."
Inga scanned the text till the end. There was no word on whether, what the "felon", who devoted so much effort, had done.
It was her "a human from planet Earth" with Siberian surname, with Russian name of Latin origin and with Polish patronymic, so old by the calendar and so young in life, in every sense.
Being thrilled, but without showing any emotion on the surface, Inga came into the local police station and greeted politely with a man on duty.
Epilogue.
From Puzyrkov she was led right away into the room of Zatsepin. She had a little time to see on the door a part of the inscription: "... of the State Security".
Making a decent impression upon the colleagues in the Puzyrkov's room, in the Zatsepin's room Inga made eyes at him, naming him a "knight of cloak and dagger". He was trying to speak with her as strictly as possible, showed her a picture of her forest lover, naming him in the same time a "traitor of Motherland" but she succeeded to show no emotion and she declared that she was unaware of this man and told else as if her lover, he works in the police too, occupying far not a last place there.
-And don't make a face. You will not succeed to influence upon me. I know nothing and I'm sure you are not going to fuck me with a red-hot soldering iron in my ass, to put out my eyes or to set the needles under my nails!
-But I'm going just to spank you. Here I'll lift your skirt and spank you with a belt. - You'll sing other songs then!
-But someone has passed ahead of you already, - saying this and smiling, Inga stood up, turned back and lifted her dress, which was nothing under. The traces of the recent cruel flogging provoked no doubts. -You may well contribute your mite too. Even I'll not scream, taking care of your reputation... Let's lock up the door?
-Sit down, silly wench!
Right away he had understood, that no parents did this. He saw them, this is not their doing. Then... all is clear. She is a masochist and her lover is a sadist. Zatsepin worked in the institution where such things were well understood. However in the file of his client it was not anything like this. Even if it's he, then his capability to play a double game does him credit. But... good bitch!.. The conversation between them was changed in another subject is distracted, that is in the everyday things, because a further confrontation could breathe upon him really. She was not at all some pilferer who would be caught in the Kazansky railway station but a girl is awful courageous and in the same time sly, circumspect and restrained if one have to keep herself so, a girl who has succeeded to show herself well already before the subcontractors, that is the policemen.
It was profitable for the both, to draw together to warm out each other some information about the same man. As for her - to find out what he has done and what is threatening at him. As for him - to ascertain whether her lover is the same wanted client or just an outside kinky who loves to flog wenches and has no relation with the political nonconformity. The conversation was over the fact, that Zatsepin left her his number, then they met and became lovers for a while.
Even two times he had belted Inga properly by her request, a few times they visited a restaurant. For Inga it was deeply disgusted his soviet circle, these persons were busy and tiresome, who looked askance arrogantly at her, who made their career, using the suffering of others, whom in any average country nobody would consider them as criminals. It was noticeable they didn't approve his choice, understanding at the same time this is needed for their business. Zatsepin succeeded to understand from all this, that no matter whether her cruel lover is the same who is wanted, it is very likely she herself doesn't know where he is now. She succeeded to learn, he is wanted only political reasons and KGB wants to jail him for a very long time and as far as possible to add to him the article 64: "The treason Motherland". As for criminal aspect, she was the only who knew about the "gravest" his crimes, that was teaching her Yoga and karate what was forbidden by the Criminal Code of the Russian Federation. As regards the abducting, now she herself didn't want to part with him. Long ago he had wounded someone with knife in fact, but that was rather a heroic act, than a crime. She had very little to do with Zatsepin, except the sex. Now she had to think, in what way to get rid of him.
There was a former schoolgirl, Inga's friend Milka, who was considered not quite justly a first beauty in their class. One day Inga had presented Zatsepin to her, as he is the same lover, with whom all the summer she vanished in a dacha in the district of Konakovo. That girl felt a jealously till the heartburn, and Inga, even pretending to be jealous a little, but not too much, gave a chance to Milka, let she would win over this "happiness" gradually. Zatsepin already was tired of the life of a bachelor, he was thirty five years old, he made the proposal to Milka, and in February of the 1986 they had married. His circle liked Milka more.
In the 1991 after the putsch, the section of the KGB, where Zatsepin served, was disbanded, and he found himself out of work. Attempting to repair an omission, he started to go back and forth to trade in Turkey, and near two years later, quarreling with mafia from something, he was killed in a skirmish. Milka ruined herself by drinking, sank till the area of the three railway stations, dissolving herself in the circle of the local tramps and whores.
In the same 1991 Inga had acquainted in Moscow with a citizen of Argentina of the middle class, went to his country, and they made a formal marriage. Don't worry, dear reader, I have a surprise for you. Antonio Pereira and SedYh Vitaly are the same person. There they created a not great community, so a little known, which was continuing the cause of Osho Rajneesh, who left this world recently, but the community became with his own specific bias.
What one may say about the relations inside the group? The people are enough reserved and it is difficult to guess about the sexual side of their life, however in the climate relatively warm all of them are dressed lightly and from time to time one can see on many members of the community the traces either from a switch or from a lash on the bare parts of the body. All of them seem content and happy. No serious conflicts within the group can be known. There aren't the Slavs, excepting Inga and Vitaly, whose name is Antonio now, generally among them there are immigrants from Europe and USA. Our main characters, speaking each other, increasingly use the English or the Spanish. The community is not distinguished by some eminent wealth, however, it's obvious that they have enough to live quite well.
Almost every year our heroes come to Russia. The friends from the community accompany them. They take backpacks and go camping. As a rule, their route begins near that village, which is located not far from Rogachevo, and ends at the same place where the soul, who was doomed for the miserable existence in boredom and ignorance till the end of life, but now she has gained the freedom, the knowledge and the way to perfection.
It's noticed, when our heroes with their brothers and sisters in spirit are in Russia, in the triangle Moscow-Taldom-Alexandrov it rains never. Maybe, this is only a coincidence...
FIN
It is translated from Russian into English by the author.
The original Russian text: https://www.proza.ru/2009/12/20/1217
To the beginning of the narrative: http://la-flagellation.blogspot.ru/2012/09/the-enigmatic-abductor-chapter-1.html
To the beginning of the narrative in French: http://la-flagellation.blogspot.ru/2012/04/lenleveur-enigmatique-chapitre-1_23.html
To the beginning of the narrative in Spanich: http://unasbagatelas.blogspot.ru/2013/05/el-sequestrador-enigmatico.html?zx=8822fb1b04ada922
To the beginning of the narrative in German: http://unasbagatelas.blogspot.ru/2014/07/der-ratselhaft-entfuhrer-kapitel-1.html
To the beginning of the narrative in Finnish: https://imperiumistapahan.blogspot.ru/2016/10/luku-1-arvoituksellinen-naisen-ryostaja.html?zx=9e40873ef9735322
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