After waking up, the old man sat near an hour, being awake. When it became quite light, he started to distribute everything to their places what took a long time. Finally, all was done and he may come out. Immediately the old man returned into his house in the Krasnoyarsk region. On the TV screen, the owner of the recently left flat flaunted with his mob. Olesya didn't sleep, but was sitting quite pale and watched on the screen. The tears rolled down her cheeks.
-Do you know? They have murdered her! They made her to dig out a grave for herself and killed, hitting her with some heavy object on her head. Can they kill you? I have nobody but you! Nobody never would understand me! Nobody would do with me what you do.
These words flattered him. The girl who was younger than him for a fantastic period of time, almost for eighty years, couldn't live without him. It was the truth. If he dies, she will stay alone with this evil and alien world. She is not ready and may break down. He must care for her. Why did he lose sight of this before?
-However, Olesya, didn't you see a lot of evil in your life, - the old man answered finally, - because of what are you surprised?
-I saw a lot of evil, but so! Nobody was murdered in front of me! I never saw such a lot of blood!
-Maybe this is a movie? Actors played their role, didn't they?
-No. This is not a movie! This is reality! Watch it yourself.
-Let's immediately watch and rewrite. We have to return this cassette.
The old man have rewound the cassette to the beginning and switched on. At first all this looked like an amusing porn. Enforcers, joking, allured, in other plots dragged wenches by force into the car. What took place after this, to say psychological pressure it would be an exaggeration. Those who could sass to a shy guy, a few of them would be able to imprison him for a rape, which didn't exist, such cases occurred often in the judicial practice of this country, but here they behaved so, as if the bandits would be their friends yet long ago or at least they pretended as if it would be so. The girls held themselves kindly as with lovers, a little pretended as if resist, every of them passed through the session of usual sex, also oral and anal sex. After this she sat down at the table, they gave her to eat, to drink, sometimes the bandits gave her a few of banknote from 1000 roubles to 10 dollars (the rate of the 1993 year - author), in such a case everyone took the initiative individually and freely. After this, the bandits, bidding farewell to them, also said: "Come to our place once more", a girl had to say in front of the camera something, as: "Thank you boys, we had fun with you". One of the morons as usual tried to play trumpet "Farewell of the Slav", a melody, with which it was a habit to escort who leaves. So one plot ended and another began.
The erotic then changed by scenes of business if one may say so. Different racketeers with different leaders disturbed cooperators, self employed businessmen and others. If the movie was silent, one could think that the business talks took place. It was a premeditated technology of the pressure on the mind, without loud talking, even within the bounds of decency, however, enough monotonous: on scene was similar to the other, and it became boring to watch. At first they intruded into the area of victim's attention, trying clear this area out of all extraneous things, in order nothing would distract, as far as possible, everything would go into the background, in order in front of the victim would be only the all-powerful and invincible masters, and it would be an absurdity to contradict them. After this, with a logic, which seemed impeccable at the first blush, they tried to prove why one must act only so, but not in another manner, and here was done an emphasis on "the normality" of the proposed compromise, because otherwise it will not be as "it should". In order not to go too far and do not bring the client to despair, they inspire about a "humanity" of their intentions, as if they could act much harsher and more unfair, but they also are humane and understand everything and because of this they demand reciprocal understanding. At the same time they demanded not to pay to the constant "roof" anymore and to refuse them severely, and this was beyond the acceptable and in a case of a clash, they promised to solve the problem, affirming as if the former bandits are wretched little nitwits, candidates to the morgue, and they, being all-powerful ones, will help to get there if they dare to do something. The clients stayed morally broken and devastated after such a conversation. Either the new masters were all-powerful actually, or they frame them maliciously, however, there wasn't a choice. It was proposed a hard and defined track, and going along it, they must deviate neither right, nor left, and no matter regardless of whether they like it or not. The former free life, what was limited only by the tribute payment, now such a life became an unrealisable dream.
-That's strange, why they take too much upon themselves, - the old man thought aloud. - Well, let so. We will understand it in the future.
The offices changed to the city in the movie. Moscow. The center. The place is similar near the Main Universal Store. A girl is standing in the street, her hairs are dark, but not black, by the look she is like a visitor. There are things nearby her, a lot of things: trunks, suitcases. It is likely, she is left in order to guard things. Suddenly, strong hands grabbed her from behind, and she became squeezed by them. A few instants, and two wide backs in the expensive suits have enclosed the lens. The lens seemed to be with a variable focal length, because all the group have moved smoothly, becoming located four times further.
-Tanya, what a sketch are you! We are looking for you all day long throughout Moscow! Go with us, he will pour you an additional glass.
From aside, it was looking like a scene from the adventures of a cheerful drunk company, however, the views of the passing people were turned at all to another side, as if because of an order. A person, who was making the movie, also turned the lens to that side.
Suddenly Olesya had clicked the "pause" and rewound the tape a little back, then clicked "playback" and at this time she clicked "pause" when one must. At this instant the "provincial girl" appeared on the screen again after being enclosed. Paul already was going to scold his favorite pupil, but he said instead this:
-Wow! Here what a young age is able to do! But I nearly missed it.
-Now she is unconscious or almost senseless and they are carrying her like a drunk, joking cheerfully. Someone of them in these suits has stunned her.
It was seen in the snapshot clearly that they don't hold her down, but support in order she wouldn't fall, because her legs went out.
Olesya let go the cassette again, and again the passing people turned "to that side". And at that side of the back street two young short-haired dudes are fighting. The fight was accompanied with the foul language, threats and reciprocal insults, because of which in the prison camp everyone could be murdered. However, in this fight one could see something ostentatious, and in spite of the fact that the nose of one of them already bled, there were enough lots of the beautiful jumps, loud swearings.
-Fuckwit, stop. The cops are coming!
Suddenly they both stopped fighting and went both away, stepping fast. Everyone who watched this cassette, he would understand that it was an usual distracting maneuver, but there in the street the people were busy with their problems, so they could notice only fighting, but missed the main event. Even the cops are not supermen and could miss the abduct and if they noticed and caught the criminals, this group would get out, only being scared a little, or would bribe.
Now here is the abducted girl on the screen. They have explained her already, why she is here. She sat on the chair. Her interlocutors weren't seen. She talked slowly and with a strange accent:
-May be this is like a game for your girls, but I must not do it. Our customs forbid it. After this I would become another person. That's bad.
-Do you think as if your troubles worry us?
-Not only troubles. If you don't touch me, you can get ten thousand dollars for me. Only if I return, being not spoiled. They haven't more. If you think to receive more, so my life is ended. If you touch me, then you would receive nothing. That's a shame. Then likely I'll die, and you get nothing.
-And you say about this so calmly?
-On all will of Allah.
-There is something to think about, - more serious voice declared, - so we make a movie to send the cassette to your relatives. And if you ask in order not to deflower you, that means we yet didn't touch you, do we?
-Right, - the visitor girl answered with an accent on "AI".
-However, what is an address to send a letter? We have to connect with them, - the same business tone sounded behind the scenes.
-Ichkeria... You have better to write "Chechen Republic", otherwise, the letter may become lost. A district of Shatoy...
-Have you gone mad?.. - The boorish voice sounded again. - Do you know that?..
-Shut up! The fact is that I'm informed, better than you, - sounded the confident voice, because of which Olesya felt uneasy.
-Ah, that's it, I've understood! The Colonel likes the exotic...
-Will you shut up at last?! - and at the same time, he said with a soft and subtle voice:
-Continue, please.
The girl tried to understand the unfamiliar Russian idiom about the "Colonel" and "exotic", but it seemed that in vain. She called the village, her name, the first name and added that one must write the address in full, otherwise the letter would not reach. She understood that these persons would not go there even for big money even if their conscience is clean in front of her relatives. She knew their habits better than they knew the character of her people.
-Your offer is tempting, very much. Likely we will be agreed, - finally the voice of the "business man" sounded, - however, we have to deliver you in a place, which is safer for us.
There was frame change in the movie. Apparently, this is a garden near a private house.
-Comrade Colonel. A valuable trophy is grabbed. A wench, what do you think she is from? From Chechnya itself. You had not yet deal with similar girls, - the young owner of the boorish voice reported proudly. Now he was in the frame, skinny, high, with a little mustache, almost all the hair is cut. There were no military uniforms on him. That report was only posturing, but not a witty.
-Stop clowning, motherfucker, sounded the voice of the "business man". Finally himself appeared in sight. He was a middle-aged man wearing a fashionable sunglasses and well-fed like a fed cat.
-Colonel, to say without any bullshit, I would beware such a gift. They are able to find better than the criminal police.
-Here I'm who decides, - said Colonel. Now he himself have got into the frame.
-That's himself, - the old man could not resist. He watched on the screen threateningly.
-It means, your nickname is Colonel? Well. You will command not a long time. Olesya. Is this Chechen girl they murdered?
-Yes, Paul. This is terrible, - Olesya already clicked the "pause". The old man was not against and continued talking.
-I see, you've never encountered. Chechens are admirable persons, if one may say so about any people. Still in the Stalin's epoch they saved dissident, hid them and helped them in other manners. Solzhenitsyn described this. They haven't a habit to abuse person without any reason. There is the revenge for this. Even if they are unforgiving, however, also I'm. A half of a century, I can't forget these muzzles of the Soviet scoundrels and turnkeys. If such a wish appears, I would kill now. Are you astonished that I talk so, being a christian?
-Explain please.
-Lord pardons those who have repented. But nobody repents. I may pardon Balda for all, because he is my brother in spirit, in spite that he is a baptist. I know the main thing that his repentance is sincere. You know him. He lives in this village.
Olesya nodded. She knew all the habitants of the village, but it would be risky to be seen by someone of them. Now the settlement was endangered, only old men and old women stay in it and the rest of people left for the cities. Olesya let go the "pause" which she clicked when she started the dialog with Paul.
Colonel looked at the Chechen girl severely and contemptuously. The "business man" whom nickname was Doughnut, still he didn't remove his glasses. He came up to Colonel, got up on the toes and whispered something into the ear. The Colonel's view became more angry. Finally, he has pronounced:
-Hey, beast! Do you hear? We don't need your money! Undress faster!
It seemed, the girl as if obeyed and started to unbutton upper buttons on her dress, but suddenly she had pulled out a knife from the bosom, and hit Colonel with it in the stomach, but the flashing steel stumbled upon something solid. That was a light flak jacket under the summer denim jacket. She succeeded to stab him at the second time, but missed, hitting not in the neck, but below. The knife stuck in a bone of the rib cage, which the girl had not quite of the forces to pierce. In the same instant, the assailant was knocked off by Doughnut. With all his might he struck her with his foot in the solar plexus, but Colonel's rigorous shout: "Don't dare!" cast him into a stupor, and the blow occurred sparing.
-I thought how would be better, - the type with glasses have guiltily pronounced. She could severely cut you.
Colonel unbuttoned the top buttons of his shirt. The blood oozed out of the fresh wound.
-That's you, two fools, didn't guess to search her. - It was noticed as the type with glasses was ready to get on his knees. - Well. The scars adorn. Call Skeleton, let him come here, Doughnut, - Colonel ordered.
-Skeleton! Skeleton - Doughnut shouted with all his might so that he himself blushed because of the shouting.
Skeleton came in with the noise, running here on the stairs.
-You both keep her. I go to bandage the wound. You will have to work for the fact that you didn't search her.
The girl at this time started to stand up.
-Lie down! - Doughnut and Colonel have shouted almost at the same time.
-Don't beat her. I need her would be fresh. If she didn't get married, there they all are the virgins, even being eighteen years old. If she resists, pull her hands behind and on the nape until my coming.
-Maybe let her go, - Skeleton pronounced in crawling and pleading manner. What if they catch us? They are worse than cops. They will revenger. Also, don't one has pity on the wench, do you?
-Pity? Since when have you become a good boy? Maybe you are going to exculpate yourself in front of the camera? Don't be afraid. I keep such cassettes, but there is an alarm. I'm connected with cops. The thieves know me too, and they wouldn't dare. Maybe UFO? Humanoids will fly here, then passing through the walls and steal the cassette, wouldn't they? And they will canary in her mountain village, wouldn't they? I'll return now and we will lead her on an excursion, - then Colonel came out, chuckling maliciously.
Frame change. Something similar to dungeon. Likely in a specially equipped cellar. The girl still is dressed, even clad with a headscarf. There is a very thick lattice in the wall. There is a young man on the other side of the lattice. It's awful to look at his face. This is a continuous bruise with dried stains of blood. One eye is closed and sticks out like a bulbous ball. The second eye saw, but without any emotion.
-Hi, nullity. No. Your Majesty, how did you sleep, didn't the flies shit onto you? As far as I see, the eye has not come out? - Then he returned to Skeleton. - You are a bad boxer. So well, - he turned to the victim again. - The eye would heal, but you will not survive until this. I have led here a wife for you. You both will marry today, posthumously. Haw! What for have you the eyes if you didn't see the authority in me? You had been notified that this is my area, - after saying this he turned to the girl.
-Colonel, it would better explain it her more slowly, she understands in Russian not very well.
-Would you like to see such a thing, which wouldn't appear even in a nightmare? No, we will not touch you, but will put you down on a chair and tie, and you will watch as in a theatre in the first row. To watch all. Did you see before how human being burns alive? Or how one inserts him a red-hot soldering iron between buttock? Or how one forces him his chopped off arm to eat with the potatoes and ketchup? - All this was said in such a manner as if it was talking about traveling, for example: "Were you before on the Canaries, or in Rio de Janeiro?"
Then Colonel went on:
-Here I'm the main authority! However, the authority must be cruel and terrible, otherwise, this would not be an authority. But what about a president of the USA? He neither kills anybody, nor burns up.
-Ah, great! What she said! All of you think this about! That's right that you were deported! Traitors of the Motherland. My grandfather worked in the NKVD, in the 1937 and after he beat such like you, he hung you by the hair, forced to stand during two weeks. If you resist, we will subject this scoundrel to terrible tortures and during two hours we will not let him die, and you will watch this.
-All the same you will kill us.
-If you submit, we will shoot you both quietly and nothing more.
She took off the headscarf defiantly.
-You both, prepare the room for us.
-What do you mean?
-To get out of sight all the stabbing and cutting subjects.
Frame change again. Then took place the same erotic, but without the oral sex, because one may expect everything from this daughter of the mountains.
-Film by camera all, don't shame, - the victim said with an accent and as if looked right in the face to Olesya and the old man.
This one must not name a love game. Even it wasn't a porno. A grave crime was committed, in fact, it was deserving the revenge. Knowing, what was before and what is going to be soon, it was impossible to have fun because of these movie frames. Here a new frame. There is an edge of the forest. There are flickering figures of people in the forest, but they are Colonel's people. The field is seen very far. The girl is dressed again and she is digging the ground with a shovel. Her view is sad, but without tears. This looked as if she is digging a grave for a relative, but not for herself. Colonel whistled. Doughnut and Skeleton have come out the forest.
-Do you remember, I promised to charge you with a work, as a punishment?
The accomplices became suspicious and stood still, waiting for a severe ultimatum.
-That's very simple. You see, she cannot bury herself with this gudgeon. You will bury them.
There was a sigh of relief. Their tense faces and bodies revived.
-You see, what a good man I'm today. Even for them, I've organized the light death, - Colonel said, pointing at the girl.
Then the camera from somewhere caught the same dude with the broken face who before was behind bars. Now he was lying among the high grass, being partly tied.
-With regard to this type, I'm going to express the humanism too. If he is beaten, let the bride work instead of him. They say that the deads walk during forty days. Here you, dude, come to my place to tell about your wedding night. Do you promise?
The prisoner kept silent. Colonel spat upon him contemptuously and stepped aside. Apparently, the girl was digging enough long, but the camera filmed only a little part of the work. Soon enough a deep pit was shown.
-Well done, bride. Before the death you have worked well. In another world you will receive a prize. Would you like to give an interview before the death?
She didn't lose her head, but immediately she has plucked up courage and expressed clearly in the same manner with the accent:
-I don't know, either the people will denounce me, or Allah will punish me, but maybe forgive. He is merciful. However, I think that I did right. I can make a mistake, but I see, that's right, that I committed a shame thing to save a man from the terrible torments.
Olesya, watching with attention all this, at the second time she has already burst into tears, dropping her head on a table and covering the face with his hands.
-You are sensitive, that's good, stay like this, however, at the same time try to be hardened. Not callous, but sensitive and hardened at the same time. Such a thing is possible.
Here the prisoners were standing on their knees. Colonel appeared behind. He had a Makarov pistol in his hand.
-I'm your authority. I'm your Judge and I'm your executioner, - he pronounced solemnly. It was seen very much that he isn't indifferent to the word "authority". There wasn't a sadism or a simple evil cruelty. But there was the ambitiousness what had made him, like he was. Using only this string, the devil played to get his soul.
Now they were shown in front again. The man kept silent dejectedly like a sullen mutilated graven image and the girl, holding her hands prayerfully, she was whispering something in her language through tears. Her shoulders were shaking.
Again a view behind. A shot sounded. The man with a hole in his nape, had fallen to the side.
-Snap out of it! Otherwise, Allah will punish you! - the girl condemned to death shouted suddenly. Olesya started to cry again. The victim was the same age that Olesya was right now.
Again a shot, then second, third, more shots. The magazine was over, but the girl continued to pray in tears. Colonel, reloading the pistol, shouted with annoyance:
-Anyone, bring the crowbar!
He used all the magazine again, but the girl continued to stand on the knees and pray. He was a good sharpshooter, but it seemed the bullets deviated from the planned trajectory. He was gripped by an unconscious superstitious fear and malice. He pulled the crowbar out of Doughnut's hands who already had run to him, ran to the victim and hit her with all his might from right in her temple. It was heard clearly as something crunched, then weak shouting, the second hit and blood. Very much of blood.
The culprit of just occurred event has appeared on the screen, and his face was possessed.
-It will occur to everyone like this who is against us! Because we are the authorities! We are the authorities! We are the authorities! - he repeated in a frenzy, like a Nazi speaker on the podium.
Skeleton and Doughnut dropped the deads into the just dug grave. These were like just abandoned houses and their fireplaces still didn't cool off, houses, which owners left for an unknown travel. Someday they will return to the Earth to study more the eternal science of the life, but now the clods of earth started to fall down on the deads. Two accomplices by the end of work, they were leveling the disturbed ground, put on the turf, tried to trample. A bucket of water appeared in their hands and they poured out this water on the bloodstained grass. In a few of days all the visible traces of the tragedy will disappear. However, some lone mushroom picker, without knowledge why, he will try to pass this place faster.
Again, Colonel appeared on the screen near a stone fence, behind which chimneys of a plant smoked. There was a gang near fifteen persons with him. This was a bravado in front of the camera in the form of a report about the "adventures" of the criminal group. They recited about the tidbits, which they succeeded to snatch in three districts. As well as became known, the young man who was shot on the edge of the forest, he was a gang leader of one "roof". Like a moth onto the fire, he rushed up the social ladder by the hell car, and he was crushed by the same car. This time they prudently kept silent about the Chechen girl. One of the scoundrels had separated from the group and looking right in the eyes of spectators, he pronounced sharply:
-We are authorities, and they must be afraid of us. We promise that the second movie will be more terrible.
-I'll try, in order the second movie would not appear, motherfuckers! - pronounced Paul with hatred in the soul.
Olesya saw him so angry at the first time. He understood, it would be a foolish thing, but he had a wish to throw something heavy on the screen.
-Can you really overpower them?
-I already told you, I'm a wizard. And to overpower them is easily if to act right.
-What a wizard are you, kind or evil? - asked Olesya in a playful manner.
-I so much want to be kind! But I don't know, whether I could, - the old man answered. - So, I'm going to rest, and you rewrite the cassette. For today all the studying and other things are annulled. Because you have got such a lesson! It is the main lesson.
Thinking a little else, Paul summed up what he has seen:
-I was going only to help to the friends of my friends, but... such a nidus... I've unearthed such a nidus!
Next chapter: http://la-flagellation.blogspot.ru/2017/11/the-teleportation-part1-chapter-11.html
The original Russian text of the chapters from 10 to 12: http://www.proza.ru/2010/01/17/1172
-Do you know? They have murdered her! They made her to dig out a grave for herself and killed, hitting her with some heavy object on her head. Can they kill you? I have nobody but you! Nobody never would understand me! Nobody would do with me what you do.
These words flattered him. The girl who was younger than him for a fantastic period of time, almost for eighty years, couldn't live without him. It was the truth. If he dies, she will stay alone with this evil and alien world. She is not ready and may break down. He must care for her. Why did he lose sight of this before?
-However, Olesya, didn't you see a lot of evil in your life, - the old man answered finally, - because of what are you surprised?
-I saw a lot of evil, but so! Nobody was murdered in front of me! I never saw such a lot of blood!
-Maybe this is a movie? Actors played their role, didn't they?
-No. This is not a movie! This is reality! Watch it yourself.
-Let's immediately watch and rewrite. We have to return this cassette.
The old man have rewound the cassette to the beginning and switched on. At first all this looked like an amusing porn. Enforcers, joking, allured, in other plots dragged wenches by force into the car. What took place after this, to say psychological pressure it would be an exaggeration. Those who could sass to a shy guy, a few of them would be able to imprison him for a rape, which didn't exist, such cases occurred often in the judicial practice of this country, but here they behaved so, as if the bandits would be their friends yet long ago or at least they pretended as if it would be so. The girls held themselves kindly as with lovers, a little pretended as if resist, every of them passed through the session of usual sex, also oral and anal sex. After this she sat down at the table, they gave her to eat, to drink, sometimes the bandits gave her a few of banknote from 1000 roubles to 10 dollars (the rate of the 1993 year - author), in such a case everyone took the initiative individually and freely. After this, the bandits, bidding farewell to them, also said: "Come to our place once more", a girl had to say in front of the camera something, as: "Thank you boys, we had fun with you". One of the morons as usual tried to play trumpet "Farewell of the Slav", a melody, with which it was a habit to escort who leaves. So one plot ended and another began.
The erotic then changed by scenes of business if one may say so. Different racketeers with different leaders disturbed cooperators, self employed businessmen and others. If the movie was silent, one could think that the business talks took place. It was a premeditated technology of the pressure on the mind, without loud talking, even within the bounds of decency, however, enough monotonous: on scene was similar to the other, and it became boring to watch. At first they intruded into the area of victim's attention, trying clear this area out of all extraneous things, in order nothing would distract, as far as possible, everything would go into the background, in order in front of the victim would be only the all-powerful and invincible masters, and it would be an absurdity to contradict them. After this, with a logic, which seemed impeccable at the first blush, they tried to prove why one must act only so, but not in another manner, and here was done an emphasis on "the normality" of the proposed compromise, because otherwise it will not be as "it should". In order not to go too far and do not bring the client to despair, they inspire about a "humanity" of their intentions, as if they could act much harsher and more unfair, but they also are humane and understand everything and because of this they demand reciprocal understanding. At the same time they demanded not to pay to the constant "roof" anymore and to refuse them severely, and this was beyond the acceptable and in a case of a clash, they promised to solve the problem, affirming as if the former bandits are wretched little nitwits, candidates to the morgue, and they, being all-powerful ones, will help to get there if they dare to do something. The clients stayed morally broken and devastated after such a conversation. Either the new masters were all-powerful actually, or they frame them maliciously, however, there wasn't a choice. It was proposed a hard and defined track, and going along it, they must deviate neither right, nor left, and no matter regardless of whether they like it or not. The former free life, what was limited only by the tribute payment, now such a life became an unrealisable dream.
-That's strange, why they take too much upon themselves, - the old man thought aloud. - Well, let so. We will understand it in the future.
The offices changed to the city in the movie. Moscow. The center. The place is similar near the Main Universal Store. A girl is standing in the street, her hairs are dark, but not black, by the look she is like a visitor. There are things nearby her, a lot of things: trunks, suitcases. It is likely, she is left in order to guard things. Suddenly, strong hands grabbed her from behind, and she became squeezed by them. A few instants, and two wide backs in the expensive suits have enclosed the lens. The lens seemed to be with a variable focal length, because all the group have moved smoothly, becoming located four times further.
-Tanya, what a sketch are you! We are looking for you all day long throughout Moscow! Go with us, he will pour you an additional glass.
From aside, it was looking like a scene from the adventures of a cheerful drunk company, however, the views of the passing people were turned at all to another side, as if because of an order. A person, who was making the movie, also turned the lens to that side.
Suddenly Olesya had clicked the "pause" and rewound the tape a little back, then clicked "playback" and at this time she clicked "pause" when one must. At this instant the "provincial girl" appeared on the screen again after being enclosed. Paul already was going to scold his favorite pupil, but he said instead this:
-Wow! Here what a young age is able to do! But I nearly missed it.
-Now she is unconscious or almost senseless and they are carrying her like a drunk, joking cheerfully. Someone of them in these suits has stunned her.
It was seen in the snapshot clearly that they don't hold her down, but support in order she wouldn't fall, because her legs went out.
Olesya let go the cassette again, and again the passing people turned "to that side". And at that side of the back street two young short-haired dudes are fighting. The fight was accompanied with the foul language, threats and reciprocal insults, because of which in the prison camp everyone could be murdered. However, in this fight one could see something ostentatious, and in spite of the fact that the nose of one of them already bled, there were enough lots of the beautiful jumps, loud swearings.
-Fuckwit, stop. The cops are coming!
Suddenly they both stopped fighting and went both away, stepping fast. Everyone who watched this cassette, he would understand that it was an usual distracting maneuver, but there in the street the people were busy with their problems, so they could notice only fighting, but missed the main event. Even the cops are not supermen and could miss the abduct and if they noticed and caught the criminals, this group would get out, only being scared a little, or would bribe.
Now here is the abducted girl on the screen. They have explained her already, why she is here. She sat on the chair. Her interlocutors weren't seen. She talked slowly and with a strange accent:
-May be this is like a game for your girls, but I must not do it. Our customs forbid it. After this I would become another person. That's bad.
-Do you think as if your troubles worry us?
-Not only troubles. If you don't touch me, you can get ten thousand dollars for me. Only if I return, being not spoiled. They haven't more. If you think to receive more, so my life is ended. If you touch me, then you would receive nothing. That's a shame. Then likely I'll die, and you get nothing.
-And you say about this so calmly?
-On all will of Allah.
-There is something to think about, - more serious voice declared, - so we make a movie to send the cassette to your relatives. And if you ask in order not to deflower you, that means we yet didn't touch you, do we?
-Right, - the visitor girl answered with an accent on "AI".
-However, what is an address to send a letter? We have to connect with them, - the same business tone sounded behind the scenes.
-Ichkeria... You have better to write "Chechen Republic", otherwise, the letter may become lost. A district of Shatoy...
-Have you gone mad?.. - The boorish voice sounded again. - Do you know that?..
-Shut up! The fact is that I'm informed, better than you, - sounded the confident voice, because of which Olesya felt uneasy.
-Ah, that's it, I've understood! The Colonel likes the exotic...
-Will you shut up at last?! - and at the same time, he said with a soft and subtle voice:
-Continue, please.
The girl tried to understand the unfamiliar Russian idiom about the "Colonel" and "exotic", but it seemed that in vain. She called the village, her name, the first name and added that one must write the address in full, otherwise the letter would not reach. She understood that these persons would not go there even for big money even if their conscience is clean in front of her relatives. She knew their habits better than they knew the character of her people.
-Your offer is tempting, very much. Likely we will be agreed, - finally the voice of the "business man" sounded, - however, we have to deliver you in a place, which is safer for us.
There was frame change in the movie. Apparently, this is a garden near a private house.
-Comrade Colonel. A valuable trophy is grabbed. A wench, what do you think she is from? From Chechnya itself. You had not yet deal with similar girls, - the young owner of the boorish voice reported proudly. Now he was in the frame, skinny, high, with a little mustache, almost all the hair is cut. There were no military uniforms on him. That report was only posturing, but not a witty.
-Stop clowning, motherfucker, sounded the voice of the "business man". Finally himself appeared in sight. He was a middle-aged man wearing a fashionable sunglasses and well-fed like a fed cat.
-Colonel, to say without any bullshit, I would beware such a gift. They are able to find better than the criminal police.
-Here I'm who decides, - said Colonel. Now he himself have got into the frame.
-That's himself, - the old man could not resist. He watched on the screen threateningly.
-It means, your nickname is Colonel? Well. You will command not a long time. Olesya. Is this Chechen girl they murdered?
-Yes, Paul. This is terrible, - Olesya already clicked the "pause". The old man was not against and continued talking.
-I see, you've never encountered. Chechens are admirable persons, if one may say so about any people. Still in the Stalin's epoch they saved dissident, hid them and helped them in other manners. Solzhenitsyn described this. They haven't a habit to abuse person without any reason. There is the revenge for this. Even if they are unforgiving, however, also I'm. A half of a century, I can't forget these muzzles of the Soviet scoundrels and turnkeys. If such a wish appears, I would kill now. Are you astonished that I talk so, being a christian?
-Explain please.
-Lord pardons those who have repented. But nobody repents. I may pardon Balda for all, because he is my brother in spirit, in spite that he is a baptist. I know the main thing that his repentance is sincere. You know him. He lives in this village.
Olesya nodded. She knew all the habitants of the village, but it would be risky to be seen by someone of them. Now the settlement was endangered, only old men and old women stay in it and the rest of people left for the cities. Olesya let go the "pause" which she clicked when she started the dialog with Paul.
Colonel looked at the Chechen girl severely and contemptuously. The "business man" whom nickname was Doughnut, still he didn't remove his glasses. He came up to Colonel, got up on the toes and whispered something into the ear. The Colonel's view became more angry. Finally, he has pronounced:
-Hey, beast! Do you hear? We don't need your money! Undress faster!
It seemed, the girl as if obeyed and started to unbutton upper buttons on her dress, but suddenly she had pulled out a knife from the bosom, and hit Colonel with it in the stomach, but the flashing steel stumbled upon something solid. That was a light flak jacket under the summer denim jacket. She succeeded to stab him at the second time, but missed, hitting not in the neck, but below. The knife stuck in a bone of the rib cage, which the girl had not quite of the forces to pierce. In the same instant, the assailant was knocked off by Doughnut. With all his might he struck her with his foot in the solar plexus, but Colonel's rigorous shout: "Don't dare!" cast him into a stupor, and the blow occurred sparing.
-I thought how would be better, - the type with glasses have guiltily pronounced. She could severely cut you.
Colonel unbuttoned the top buttons of his shirt. The blood oozed out of the fresh wound.
-That's you, two fools, didn't guess to search her. - It was noticed as the type with glasses was ready to get on his knees. - Well. The scars adorn. Call Skeleton, let him come here, Doughnut, - Colonel ordered.
-Skeleton! Skeleton - Doughnut shouted with all his might so that he himself blushed because of the shouting.
Skeleton came in with the noise, running here on the stairs.
-You both keep her. I go to bandage the wound. You will have to work for the fact that you didn't search her.
The girl at this time started to stand up.
-Lie down! - Doughnut and Colonel have shouted almost at the same time.
-Don't beat her. I need her would be fresh. If she didn't get married, there they all are the virgins, even being eighteen years old. If she resists, pull her hands behind and on the nape until my coming.
-Maybe let her go, - Skeleton pronounced in crawling and pleading manner. What if they catch us? They are worse than cops. They will revenger. Also, don't one has pity on the wench, do you?
-Pity? Since when have you become a good boy? Maybe you are going to exculpate yourself in front of the camera? Don't be afraid. I keep such cassettes, but there is an alarm. I'm connected with cops. The thieves know me too, and they wouldn't dare. Maybe UFO? Humanoids will fly here, then passing through the walls and steal the cassette, wouldn't they? And they will canary in her mountain village, wouldn't they? I'll return now and we will lead her on an excursion, - then Colonel came out, chuckling maliciously.
Frame change. Something similar to dungeon. Likely in a specially equipped cellar. The girl still is dressed, even clad with a headscarf. There is a very thick lattice in the wall. There is a young man on the other side of the lattice. It's awful to look at his face. This is a continuous bruise with dried stains of blood. One eye is closed and sticks out like a bulbous ball. The second eye saw, but without any emotion.
-Hi, nullity. No. Your Majesty, how did you sleep, didn't the flies shit onto you? As far as I see, the eye has not come out? - Then he returned to Skeleton. - You are a bad boxer. So well, - he turned to the victim again. - The eye would heal, but you will not survive until this. I have led here a wife for you. You both will marry today, posthumously. Haw! What for have you the eyes if you didn't see the authority in me? You had been notified that this is my area, - after saying this he turned to the girl.
-Colonel, it would better explain it her more slowly, she understands in Russian not very well.
-Would you like to see such a thing, which wouldn't appear even in a nightmare? No, we will not touch you, but will put you down on a chair and tie, and you will watch as in a theatre in the first row. To watch all. Did you see before how human being burns alive? Or how one inserts him a red-hot soldering iron between buttock? Or how one forces him his chopped off arm to eat with the potatoes and ketchup? - All this was said in such a manner as if it was talking about traveling, for example: "Were you before on the Canaries, or in Rio de Janeiro?"
Then Colonel went on:
-Here I'm the main authority! However, the authority must be cruel and terrible, otherwise, this would not be an authority. But what about a president of the USA? He neither kills anybody, nor burns up.
-Ah, great! What she said! All of you think this about! That's right that you were deported! Traitors of the Motherland. My grandfather worked in the NKVD, in the 1937 and after he beat such like you, he hung you by the hair, forced to stand during two weeks. If you resist, we will subject this scoundrel to terrible tortures and during two hours we will not let him die, and you will watch this.
-All the same you will kill us.
-If you submit, we will shoot you both quietly and nothing more.
She took off the headscarf defiantly.
-You both, prepare the room for us.
-What do you mean?
-To get out of sight all the stabbing and cutting subjects.
Frame change again. Then took place the same erotic, but without the oral sex, because one may expect everything from this daughter of the mountains.
-Film by camera all, don't shame, - the victim said with an accent and as if looked right in the face to Olesya and the old man.
This one must not name a love game. Even it wasn't a porno. A grave crime was committed, in fact, it was deserving the revenge. Knowing, what was before and what is going to be soon, it was impossible to have fun because of these movie frames. Here a new frame. There is an edge of the forest. There are flickering figures of people in the forest, but they are Colonel's people. The field is seen very far. The girl is dressed again and she is digging the ground with a shovel. Her view is sad, but without tears. This looked as if she is digging a grave for a relative, but not for herself. Colonel whistled. Doughnut and Skeleton have come out the forest.
-Do you remember, I promised to charge you with a work, as a punishment?
The accomplices became suspicious and stood still, waiting for a severe ultimatum.
-That's very simple. You see, she cannot bury herself with this gudgeon. You will bury them.
There was a sigh of relief. Their tense faces and bodies revived.
-You see, what a good man I'm today. Even for them, I've organized the light death, - Colonel said, pointing at the girl.
Then the camera from somewhere caught the same dude with the broken face who before was behind bars. Now he was lying among the high grass, being partly tied.
-With regard to this type, I'm going to express the humanism too. If he is beaten, let the bride work instead of him. They say that the deads walk during forty days. Here you, dude, come to my place to tell about your wedding night. Do you promise?
The prisoner kept silent. Colonel spat upon him contemptuously and stepped aside. Apparently, the girl was digging enough long, but the camera filmed only a little part of the work. Soon enough a deep pit was shown.
-Well done, bride. Before the death you have worked well. In another world you will receive a prize. Would you like to give an interview before the death?
She didn't lose her head, but immediately she has plucked up courage and expressed clearly in the same manner with the accent:
-I don't know, either the people will denounce me, or Allah will punish me, but maybe forgive. He is merciful. However, I think that I did right. I can make a mistake, but I see, that's right, that I committed a shame thing to save a man from the terrible torments.
Olesya, watching with attention all this, at the second time she has already burst into tears, dropping her head on a table and covering the face with his hands.
-You are sensitive, that's good, stay like this, however, at the same time try to be hardened. Not callous, but sensitive and hardened at the same time. Such a thing is possible.
Here the prisoners were standing on their knees. Colonel appeared behind. He had a Makarov pistol in his hand.
-I'm your authority. I'm your Judge and I'm your executioner, - he pronounced solemnly. It was seen very much that he isn't indifferent to the word "authority". There wasn't a sadism or a simple evil cruelty. But there was the ambitiousness what had made him, like he was. Using only this string, the devil played to get his soul.
Now they were shown in front again. The man kept silent dejectedly like a sullen mutilated graven image and the girl, holding her hands prayerfully, she was whispering something in her language through tears. Her shoulders were shaking.
Again a view behind. A shot sounded. The man with a hole in his nape, had fallen to the side.
-Snap out of it! Otherwise, Allah will punish you! - the girl condemned to death shouted suddenly. Olesya started to cry again. The victim was the same age that Olesya was right now.
Again a shot, then second, third, more shots. The magazine was over, but the girl continued to pray in tears. Colonel, reloading the pistol, shouted with annoyance:
-Anyone, bring the crowbar!
He used all the magazine again, but the girl continued to stand on the knees and pray. He was a good sharpshooter, but it seemed the bullets deviated from the planned trajectory. He was gripped by an unconscious superstitious fear and malice. He pulled the crowbar out of Doughnut's hands who already had run to him, ran to the victim and hit her with all his might from right in her temple. It was heard clearly as something crunched, then weak shouting, the second hit and blood. Very much of blood.
The culprit of just occurred event has appeared on the screen, and his face was possessed.
-It will occur to everyone like this who is against us! Because we are the authorities! We are the authorities! We are the authorities! - he repeated in a frenzy, like a Nazi speaker on the podium.
Skeleton and Doughnut dropped the deads into the just dug grave. These were like just abandoned houses and their fireplaces still didn't cool off, houses, which owners left for an unknown travel. Someday they will return to the Earth to study more the eternal science of the life, but now the clods of earth started to fall down on the deads. Two accomplices by the end of work, they were leveling the disturbed ground, put on the turf, tried to trample. A bucket of water appeared in their hands and they poured out this water on the bloodstained grass. In a few of days all the visible traces of the tragedy will disappear. However, some lone mushroom picker, without knowledge why, he will try to pass this place faster.
Again, Colonel appeared on the screen near a stone fence, behind which chimneys of a plant smoked. There was a gang near fifteen persons with him. This was a bravado in front of the camera in the form of a report about the "adventures" of the criminal group. They recited about the tidbits, which they succeeded to snatch in three districts. As well as became known, the young man who was shot on the edge of the forest, he was a gang leader of one "roof". Like a moth onto the fire, he rushed up the social ladder by the hell car, and he was crushed by the same car. This time they prudently kept silent about the Chechen girl. One of the scoundrels had separated from the group and looking right in the eyes of spectators, he pronounced sharply:
-We are authorities, and they must be afraid of us. We promise that the second movie will be more terrible.
-I'll try, in order the second movie would not appear, motherfuckers! - pronounced Paul with hatred in the soul.
Olesya saw him so angry at the first time. He understood, it would be a foolish thing, but he had a wish to throw something heavy on the screen.
-Can you really overpower them?
-I already told you, I'm a wizard. And to overpower them is easily if to act right.
-What a wizard are you, kind or evil? - asked Olesya in a playful manner.
-I so much want to be kind! But I don't know, whether I could, - the old man answered. - So, I'm going to rest, and you rewrite the cassette. For today all the studying and other things are annulled. Because you have got such a lesson! It is the main lesson.
Thinking a little else, Paul summed up what he has seen:
-I was going only to help to the friends of my friends, but... such a nidus... I've unearthed such a nidus!
Next chapter: http://la-flagellation.blogspot.ru/2017/11/the-teleportation-part1-chapter-11.html
The original Russian text of the chapters from 10 to 12: http://www.proza.ru/2010/01/17/1172
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