Colonel wasn't a clairvoyant, that's for sure. Even if he expected for a danger, then completely from another side. Two accomplices Skeleton and Doughnut, being with pistols, separated from him rarely. Also, the strong and trained guard dog had been together with them almost always, however, lately he more often barked without a reason.
Nobody noticed that the work is in full swing and something was preparing. Some people were selected who would not provoke any suspicion. The information from a stranger, who disappeared as well unexpectedly as appeared, was verified and reverified by these people.
Everyone in the Argun valley has learnt about the stranger with striking rapidity, first of all the cops from Chishki to Itum-Kale learnt it through relatives. Different rumors were circulating, but here these things were known exactly: the signs of the strange old man, a fact that the formal course of the investigation should not be given, by all means, the stranger should neither come out, nor climb out from the Argun valley, If he is caught, he must be returned back, and there the facts will clarify. As much as possible, don't kill him, because he helped to someone here, however, the person is contradictory, either from Moscow mafia, or a madman who had run away from the mental hospital Braguni, or almost an alien from a flying saucer. In all the points where the stranger could slip, local residents hid and watched, being aware that the tribesmen have their own problems and should help them. They pretended as if are hunters or just walked near their villages. It seemed, all the paths are cut, and only an alpinist of high level with appropriate equipment could slip through all the traps set. Nobody was caught. Not only who was wanted, even no Russian was noticed. Khalid and the relatives of the murdered girl, those who lived in this republic, all of them were perplexed by appearance another note else, this time it was printed and put onto the table in the same basement, which was locked tightly and there was nobody:
"Khalid, if you can, excuse me for the caused disquietude. Soon, all of you will learn, all what I reported you is the truth, and I'm your friend. I wish that the rightness would triumph. If I needed only to destroy the main enemy from the cassette, I could do it by another way. But in such a case you wouldn't know, what occurred with Suleymanova in fact. It would be prudent to destroy this note".
Under the note was a self-made map of the place of burial of the heroically perished girl with a geodetic reference relatively marked points of the closest railway and road.
While some of those local inhabitants cordoned off the Argun valley, others prepared a group consisted of the relatives of the victim, and a plan for retribution was discussed and developed by them. It was the flying weather, and their plane has landed in the airport Domodedovo situated near Moscow already in the evening of the next day after disappearing of Paul from Halid's specially equipped bunker. And in the next day after this, spies appeared who didn't provoke suspicion, who looked similar to Slavs and didn't stand out, in general, they were women, even part of them were boys. They were laconic to hide their accent. A group of executors consisted of three men, looked middle-aged, dressed in the same manner, in the grey suits and hats, with mustaches and small beards. The hats hid the fact all three were bald as it should be for the faithful Muslims, who consider indecent to show their hair. In Brezhnev's epoch they could be quickly detained and ransacked, but not now. Against the background of different youth groups, that is hippies, punks and others, these men looked not very extravagantly. In the USA the people hardly would pay attention them, and they would be considered, as if brothers who arrived from Latin America to do their business.
In one usual morning, as it took place often, Skeleton entered to Colonel's home. Something was wrong. Only in a few of minutes Colonel understood that the dog absolutely didn't bark and didn't come up to the door, as usual. With Skeleton together they found the dog and it was sleeping deeply. When they were trying to wake up the dog, it opened its eyes, yawned, closed them and went on sleeping. Doughnut should be about to arrive by his foreign car. In the presence of the two accomplices Colonel always felt himself in safety as well as Balda didn't fear for his money long ago.
-Call the vet, - Colonel ordered to Skeleton, and at once he began to call on his mobile phone.
Then they both started to plan for today. In twenty minutes a twitter of the fashionable doorbell sounded. Colonel, showing his invulnerability, went in person to open the door. Likely this is Doughnut, because for the vet it would be quickly very much. It's possible, someone of the neighbors did this mischievous trick with the dog. He opened the door neither asking, nor looking at the peephole. At the doorstep Doughnut stood, as usual wearing sunglasses, however, Colonel who before used to be an investigator, at once he has understood that the accomplice is in a big trouble. So, who dared to disturb peace of the all-powerful and invulnerable group?! Even the known criminal authorities, of course, they wouldn't fawn in front of them, but they would prefer to pass by them without touching. And he would do in the same manner toward them.
Whether are you bloody full of the cogentine tablets? Since when..., - he didn't have time to finish the sentence, something has clicked strangely and unbearable pain in his knee forced him to forget everything. Almost at the same time started to sound Doughnut's screech who have been stabbed with three knives.
Skeleton, hearing something wrong, grabbed his pistol from the table and rushed into entrance hall, but before aiming, he prostrated on the floor, because of a skillfully made undercutting. Nearby Colonel howled and was rolling on the floor, grabbing his knee. Doughnut sat on the pool of blood and was still alive, being all pale.
-We will not hurt you. You said not to kill her, didn't you? - A voice with a weak accent said above him.
Skeleton looked up. From a big black and white photography a young, but already with curvy body shapes girl wearing school uniform and head covering, she was looking at him. Above him the three men were standing with the small beards and pistols in their hands. One of them was keeping the photo in front of his face. Suddenly he understood all the horror of the situation.
-Not me! - Skeleton has yelled wildly, then he jumped upon and rushed anywhere, without choosing, away from the terrible strangers, at first into the room, onto the window sill and together with the glass splinters jumped out of the window, continuing be yelling until meeting with the asphalt. Colonel lived on the sixth floor.
-You, jackal, are going to die for our sister! - quietly, but angrily one of the avengers said, turning the photo to the Doughnut, who was sitting by the wall.
The strong hand slashed him with sharp, like a razor, blade of the knife up to the throat. This in full guaranteed the death during a few of minutes.
Then all the free turned to Colonel who was writhing on the floor.
-Look here, scoundrel!
Now the girl, murdered by him, was looking at him from the photo. He has understood everything and pronounced, in spite of the pain in his knee:
-My last wish in front of the death. Say, please, how have you learnt this? Still the cassette is here. Nobody took her. In the apartment here is an alarm system on the door and on the windows.
-Where is the cassette?
-Here a grey home bathrobe in the cupboard. It's in the inner pocket.
-Beware! What if a bomb is there, - one of them said in Russian and suddenly added:
-One must quickly! I myself!
He rushed to the cupboard and has found the cassette quickly. No explosion followed.
-We take it with us.
-But say, please, how have you learnt? The cassette, perhaps its copy, was brought in Ichkeria by an old stranger. And a letter, how to find you with your jackals, was given us by him. After this he disappeared from a locked room. That's me who have to ask you, whom did you screw else to such a point, what they wanted to kill you, using our hands. Maybe you have quarrelled with the flying saucers, haven't you? Because your enemy is able to come out of a locked room without any clef and without breaking the door.
The mystical fear embraced the sentenced to death. In the fact, that it will be no mercy, he didn't doubt. A long time ago, he read Shakespeare with a passion. Among the ambiance of the full lack of spirituality and beastliness he forgot absolutely about this, but now he didn't know from what wasted nooks of his stirred consciousness these lines appeared:
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
No traveller returns...
Suddenly he realized the main thing. The life could be so beautiful without this quest for power, without these vile and stupid faces around him, working in the militia of Saransk, among the gangs of Moscow region, in the offices of the authorities that be! He has remembered, that knew and felt this beauty of the life. But since a young age, he crushed within himself all germs of beauty. He drowned out all the joyful manifestations of his soul, even he mocked them in the spirit. He has remembered, there were instants, usually in summer or in spring, when the life of nature is the most expressed, and he wanted to thank someone, he didn't know whom, for this caused gladness, a reason of which was unknown to him. At the same time he imagined, how the classmates would mock his impulse of feelings, so he must be a normal dude as everyone. No. He must banish this folly, this weakness to a bad mother, banish away these exalted madness. He banished and succeeded in it. Nothing holy stayed for him. The only thing he estimated, these were unwritten laws of the gangs, unspoken "comme il faut" of all the segments of the foolish people, which he had to deal with. He thought as if he dominated above these bastards, but now as it has appeared, they were those who set the program what he must be and how he must live, how and what he must think about, what is right and what is not right, what is normal and what is not normal. All were guilty: the parents, the teachers, the classmates, the colleagues, the gangs. If it is considered prestigious to be a power, he became it, if it is considered prestigious to be a cynic, he became it, if it is considered prestigious to be a cool dude, he became it. The social environment had been pulling the strings on him during all the way, and he obeyed them, he obeyed them with honours. Here is he cool, strong, with connections, but those are killing him, which don't care about his coolness, force, power and connections. However, everything could be in another manner. If he didn't banished, but cherished those bright feelings, which visited him in youth, the history of his life would be another. Nothing terrible would occur to him. He could without neither quarreling, nor debating with someone, keeping silent, go on to do his own business, to live his own life and to be free and happy. Even if it was a destiny today to die, then a short life would be lived in happiness. But everything was contrariwise. He was wretched, very much, and this was his own choose, he himself had directed so. When it was necessary, he had not wanted to keep one's ears open for his inner voice. When it was necessary, he had not wanted to use his own brain and here is the result. No, Not the death, but the unhappy and senseless life - that's what's the worst!
He remembered Raskolnikov from Dostoevsky's novel "Crime and Punishment". No. Now he doesn't need to kill an old woman moneylender to understand who is he, whether he is a louse or Napoleon. He was free to choose, quite free, and without thinking, he had chosen: to become a big, disgusting and stinking louse. All his life is the mistake. The tragic mistake!
The fear has disappeared, and it was even gladly, because everything is ending, because he is paying fully his debts. Being forced by the atheistic education, he didn't understand that he was passing through the TRUE REPENTANCE.
In the first instants he didn't feel a sharp knife stabbed into the stomach. However, the avenger, stabbing the victim with the knife, started to turn it anticlockwise. The unbearable pain made him already at second time to forget everything, but when this terrible pain has gone and it became very, very easy, a last thing he succeeded in this world to think about, it was a sense of liberation from a terrible debt and an assurance coming he didn't know where from, that he has learned something very much important, that he has received an invaluable lesson, that he will return on the Earth with this new knowledge, with open eyes for everything, but now it's time to go to the Teacher who has taught this lesson.
The avengers terminated the work, after execution of the most abominable and heavy part of it. Heavily breathe because of the physical stress, they cut off the head of the killed enemy and put it in the sink in the kitchen. It was distastefully ad nauseam, however, some unknown principles required this. They didn't notice called for the dog the vet came into the door, which they have forgotten to close by negligence, and now he is observing them with horror. They didn't notice how he came out, trembling because of the fear. But when he went downstairs and coming out of the entrance headed to the public phone, a woman as if she would walk towards him by chance, but stared at him. Perhaps, I'm looking odd after the seen incident, - the vet thought. Now the passersby stopped and looked directly at him without any hiding. Inside her was something attractive, something strange, not local. He confused without knowing what to say and just at that moment a jet of the red pepper hit him in his eyes.
-During one hour you will call nowhere and tell nothing nobody. Otherwise, they will kill you. The just retribution was made and you must not interfere! - the demanding voice of the dangerous stranger woman explained, pronouncing with a not local reprimand.
At this time the three avengers were still in the flat. They have examined every room. Fell silent, in which became heard one's snoring.
Brother of the murdered Suleymanova rushed into the room where one's breathing was heard and looked under the bed. The Rottweiler was sleeping and didn't wake. At first he touched the dog's paw with his bloody hand, then he patted it on the head, saying in broken Russian with a strong accent:
-Poor good dog. It has eaten barbamyl and is sleeping. When it wakes up, it will whine, because the owner have disappeared. The dog serves for man and doesn't understand its owner is a scoundrel. Didn't he lacked the Moscow whores? He had disgraced my sister and murdered her, - after saying this, Suleymanov felt with horror that the tears come to his eyes. However, a brave highlander doesn't dare to cry. He took a deep and heavy breath and rejected this desire. The two other avengers sharply and imperatively, but without any insult, demanded in Chechen, in order he would prepare to come out faster, otherwise he could let down not only himself, but all the group.
All their suits were covered in blood, however, this was foreseen before. They brought their suitcase from the staircase, took from it a big polyethylene bag and new suits, this time the sport ones. It wasn't still five minutes they already have changed, washed quickly their bladed weapons, they put their bloody suits into the bag and covered them with a newspaper. Really, they had to hurry. Fortunately, the window, which Skeleton jumped from, faced not south where is the yard with entrances, but in the opposite side. The yard was limited there by a fence, and the tramps often visited that place in need. Skeleton, being thoroughly broken, because of falling from the sixth floor, he died in a hospital in a few hours still being brought unconscious.
The three avengers slammed the door and ran downstairs. The debt was executed. The justice was done. However, Suleymanov began to feel the disappointment. They could kill the enemies, the strong and vile enemies. But they can never do so, in order he would see his younger sister in this life again, in order he would talk with her, he would play together. That's impossible for any money. No force, no weapon would help to do it. But he believed that she is alive. She just left for a very, very far country and she waits for him and their parents, and others brothers and sisters. And if he doesn't anger Allah, one day he himself will go to this country and meet there all close persons, which he lost in this life.
A lot of neighbors understood something terrible has taken place. All of them knew that in this flat mafia always gathers, however, till today the situation was comparatively calm. And now, finally, they have done. A few of the neighbors, hearing running downstairs, looked in the peephole. Three men were with small beards glimpsed, either Caucasians, or Ukrainians. Afterwards an investigation group had still not been able to get a sketch. They happily have got in a taxi, which waited for them near the entrance. There was some passenger on the back seat, a woman. They weren't against that the driver let her come in the car when she thumbed a lift on the Yaroslavsky road. Also, she wasn't against to wait twenty minutes, while three traveling companions as if went home to change the clothes. The driver didn't guess, this "country woman" has a pistol "Walter"in her pocket, a few pepper sprays and a cell phone (In Russia in 1993 a cell phone was rare). Also, he didn't guess that all the four are together. All of them went in silence. Three either friends or brothers needed to get in Bolshevo and woman by the same road, but further to Voronok. As soon as the driver delivered three passengers to the necessary point and rolled a quarter mile else, the woman took the cell phone imperceptibly from her handbag and said:
-What a lovely day is today! - these words about the weather were a signal.
-Yes, it would be fun to get to the beach now, but one have to work, - the taxi driver answered, suspecting nothing.
Also, he had learnt nothing in future. The woman left the taxi, paying the previously agreed amount and saying softly: "Thank you", - almost whispering.
In that instant when she called and said about the weather, another car drove up to a point near bushes in Bolshevo. The three men come out of the bushes and got into the car. This time their insider was as a driver. Along the way, they got rid of the compromising evidence, having thrown the bag with the bloody suits into a Dumpster in Pushkino. After this, by a concrete road they got in the village Morozki, then in Povarovo. There they said goodbye to their driver. They were going to get in Vyshniy Volochek by a few electric trains till the evening. Their distant relatives waited for them in that city.
An investigation group got into the flat with witnesses only in a few hours. At first they were going to interrogate the dwellers of apartment about the man who have fallen from the window, but nobody opened the door.
The senior investigator at first doubted, called colleagues to ensure whether his version is right. He made no mistake. This was the vendetta. It meant in the given case searching for criminals is useless. The subjects of crime will leave for some south republic, for which of them is unknown, and disappear there. Even if they don't disappear, it will be taken a long time to seek them, and it would be too long time for the preservation of evidence. In which case, the local people can hide them without shame, and a visiting investigator would not be allowed to dig very deep, breaking the law. Already the days aren't these. The investigator understood that it's a cold case, but the only fact consoled him, the superiors knew the picture of reality, not worse than himself, so they will not too much accuse, also, he is not a newcomer, but with experience.
Later an expert, who was specialized including in the blood feud, he suggested, as if seventy percent of the probability (he didn't explain where he took this number from) that in this case the avengers were Caucasians of the Vainakh origin.
Practically, a benefit because of such a report was zero for the investigation. Also, there was a little unusual feature in this affair. Nothing disappeared, but only a lot of money from a recess of one of the books. As usual, Vainakhs don't steal, while they do an act of the revenge. They are contemptuous of the secret theft and prefer to rob openly, that is in "heroic" manner. After all, the killed victim himself could take his own money from his own secret place.
Two days before the appointed time Albert gave to Sveta the necessary amount of dollars in order Tolik could pay to the new self-appointed "roof".
Tolik waited for them all day long, but nobody came. Next day Sveta returned the money to Albert, asking him to keep them just in case.
After Colonel's death, there was a lot of street shooting in the district, also, fights without the firearm, but with the victims. During a few of days the annual statistical indicator was surpassed. The Colonel's group was banished out. Only Albert knew, who has "helped" to happen this. To all the rest, he explained, as if all has occurred by itself.
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The original Russian text of the chapters from 13 to 15: http://www.proza.ru/2010/01/21/1277
Nobody noticed that the work is in full swing and something was preparing. Some people were selected who would not provoke any suspicion. The information from a stranger, who disappeared as well unexpectedly as appeared, was verified and reverified by these people.
Everyone in the Argun valley has learnt about the stranger with striking rapidity, first of all the cops from Chishki to Itum-Kale learnt it through relatives. Different rumors were circulating, but here these things were known exactly: the signs of the strange old man, a fact that the formal course of the investigation should not be given, by all means, the stranger should neither come out, nor climb out from the Argun valley, If he is caught, he must be returned back, and there the facts will clarify. As much as possible, don't kill him, because he helped to someone here, however, the person is contradictory, either from Moscow mafia, or a madman who had run away from the mental hospital Braguni, or almost an alien from a flying saucer. In all the points where the stranger could slip, local residents hid and watched, being aware that the tribesmen have their own problems and should help them. They pretended as if are hunters or just walked near their villages. It seemed, all the paths are cut, and only an alpinist of high level with appropriate equipment could slip through all the traps set. Nobody was caught. Not only who was wanted, even no Russian was noticed. Khalid and the relatives of the murdered girl, those who lived in this republic, all of them were perplexed by appearance another note else, this time it was printed and put onto the table in the same basement, which was locked tightly and there was nobody:
"Khalid, if you can, excuse me for the caused disquietude. Soon, all of you will learn, all what I reported you is the truth, and I'm your friend. I wish that the rightness would triumph. If I needed only to destroy the main enemy from the cassette, I could do it by another way. But in such a case you wouldn't know, what occurred with Suleymanova in fact. It would be prudent to destroy this note".
Under the note was a self-made map of the place of burial of the heroically perished girl with a geodetic reference relatively marked points of the closest railway and road.
While some of those local inhabitants cordoned off the Argun valley, others prepared a group consisted of the relatives of the victim, and a plan for retribution was discussed and developed by them. It was the flying weather, and their plane has landed in the airport Domodedovo situated near Moscow already in the evening of the next day after disappearing of Paul from Halid's specially equipped bunker. And in the next day after this, spies appeared who didn't provoke suspicion, who looked similar to Slavs and didn't stand out, in general, they were women, even part of them were boys. They were laconic to hide their accent. A group of executors consisted of three men, looked middle-aged, dressed in the same manner, in the grey suits and hats, with mustaches and small beards. The hats hid the fact all three were bald as it should be for the faithful Muslims, who consider indecent to show their hair. In Brezhnev's epoch they could be quickly detained and ransacked, but not now. Against the background of different youth groups, that is hippies, punks and others, these men looked not very extravagantly. In the USA the people hardly would pay attention them, and they would be considered, as if brothers who arrived from Latin America to do their business.
In one usual morning, as it took place often, Skeleton entered to Colonel's home. Something was wrong. Only in a few of minutes Colonel understood that the dog absolutely didn't bark and didn't come up to the door, as usual. With Skeleton together they found the dog and it was sleeping deeply. When they were trying to wake up the dog, it opened its eyes, yawned, closed them and went on sleeping. Doughnut should be about to arrive by his foreign car. In the presence of the two accomplices Colonel always felt himself in safety as well as Balda didn't fear for his money long ago.
-Call the vet, - Colonel ordered to Skeleton, and at once he began to call on his mobile phone.
Then they both started to plan for today. In twenty minutes a twitter of the fashionable doorbell sounded. Colonel, showing his invulnerability, went in person to open the door. Likely this is Doughnut, because for the vet it would be quickly very much. It's possible, someone of the neighbors did this mischievous trick with the dog. He opened the door neither asking, nor looking at the peephole. At the doorstep Doughnut stood, as usual wearing sunglasses, however, Colonel who before used to be an investigator, at once he has understood that the accomplice is in a big trouble. So, who dared to disturb peace of the all-powerful and invulnerable group?! Even the known criminal authorities, of course, they wouldn't fawn in front of them, but they would prefer to pass by them without touching. And he would do in the same manner toward them.
Whether are you bloody full of the cogentine tablets? Since when..., - he didn't have time to finish the sentence, something has clicked strangely and unbearable pain in his knee forced him to forget everything. Almost at the same time started to sound Doughnut's screech who have been stabbed with three knives.
Skeleton, hearing something wrong, grabbed his pistol from the table and rushed into entrance hall, but before aiming, he prostrated on the floor, because of a skillfully made undercutting. Nearby Colonel howled and was rolling on the floor, grabbing his knee. Doughnut sat on the pool of blood and was still alive, being all pale.
-We will not hurt you. You said not to kill her, didn't you? - A voice with a weak accent said above him.
Skeleton looked up. From a big black and white photography a young, but already with curvy body shapes girl wearing school uniform and head covering, she was looking at him. Above him the three men were standing with the small beards and pistols in their hands. One of them was keeping the photo in front of his face. Suddenly he understood all the horror of the situation.
-Not me! - Skeleton has yelled wildly, then he jumped upon and rushed anywhere, without choosing, away from the terrible strangers, at first into the room, onto the window sill and together with the glass splinters jumped out of the window, continuing be yelling until meeting with the asphalt. Colonel lived on the sixth floor.
-You, jackal, are going to die for our sister! - quietly, but angrily one of the avengers said, turning the photo to the Doughnut, who was sitting by the wall.
The strong hand slashed him with sharp, like a razor, blade of the knife up to the throat. This in full guaranteed the death during a few of minutes.
Then all the free turned to Colonel who was writhing on the floor.
-Look here, scoundrel!
Now the girl, murdered by him, was looking at him from the photo. He has understood everything and pronounced, in spite of the pain in his knee:
-My last wish in front of the death. Say, please, how have you learnt this? Still the cassette is here. Nobody took her. In the apartment here is an alarm system on the door and on the windows.
-Where is the cassette?
-Here a grey home bathrobe in the cupboard. It's in the inner pocket.
-Beware! What if a bomb is there, - one of them said in Russian and suddenly added:
-One must quickly! I myself!
He rushed to the cupboard and has found the cassette quickly. No explosion followed.
-We take it with us.
-But say, please, how have you learnt? The cassette, perhaps its copy, was brought in Ichkeria by an old stranger. And a letter, how to find you with your jackals, was given us by him. After this he disappeared from a locked room. That's me who have to ask you, whom did you screw else to such a point, what they wanted to kill you, using our hands. Maybe you have quarrelled with the flying saucers, haven't you? Because your enemy is able to come out of a locked room without any clef and without breaking the door.
The mystical fear embraced the sentenced to death. In the fact, that it will be no mercy, he didn't doubt. A long time ago, he read Shakespeare with a passion. Among the ambiance of the full lack of spirituality and beastliness he forgot absolutely about this, but now he didn't know from what wasted nooks of his stirred consciousness these lines appeared:
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
No traveller returns...
Suddenly he realized the main thing. The life could be so beautiful without this quest for power, without these vile and stupid faces around him, working in the militia of Saransk, among the gangs of Moscow region, in the offices of the authorities that be! He has remembered, that knew and felt this beauty of the life. But since a young age, he crushed within himself all germs of beauty. He drowned out all the joyful manifestations of his soul, even he mocked them in the spirit. He has remembered, there were instants, usually in summer or in spring, when the life of nature is the most expressed, and he wanted to thank someone, he didn't know whom, for this caused gladness, a reason of which was unknown to him. At the same time he imagined, how the classmates would mock his impulse of feelings, so he must be a normal dude as everyone. No. He must banish this folly, this weakness to a bad mother, banish away these exalted madness. He banished and succeeded in it. Nothing holy stayed for him. The only thing he estimated, these were unwritten laws of the gangs, unspoken "comme il faut" of all the segments of the foolish people, which he had to deal with. He thought as if he dominated above these bastards, but now as it has appeared, they were those who set the program what he must be and how he must live, how and what he must think about, what is right and what is not right, what is normal and what is not normal. All were guilty: the parents, the teachers, the classmates, the colleagues, the gangs. If it is considered prestigious to be a power, he became it, if it is considered prestigious to be a cynic, he became it, if it is considered prestigious to be a cool dude, he became it. The social environment had been pulling the strings on him during all the way, and he obeyed them, he obeyed them with honours. Here is he cool, strong, with connections, but those are killing him, which don't care about his coolness, force, power and connections. However, everything could be in another manner. If he didn't banished, but cherished those bright feelings, which visited him in youth, the history of his life would be another. Nothing terrible would occur to him. He could without neither quarreling, nor debating with someone, keeping silent, go on to do his own business, to live his own life and to be free and happy. Even if it was a destiny today to die, then a short life would be lived in happiness. But everything was contrariwise. He was wretched, very much, and this was his own choose, he himself had directed so. When it was necessary, he had not wanted to keep one's ears open for his inner voice. When it was necessary, he had not wanted to use his own brain and here is the result. No, Not the death, but the unhappy and senseless life - that's what's the worst!
He remembered Raskolnikov from Dostoevsky's novel "Crime and Punishment". No. Now he doesn't need to kill an old woman moneylender to understand who is he, whether he is a louse or Napoleon. He was free to choose, quite free, and without thinking, he had chosen: to become a big, disgusting and stinking louse. All his life is the mistake. The tragic mistake!
The fear has disappeared, and it was even gladly, because everything is ending, because he is paying fully his debts. Being forced by the atheistic education, he didn't understand that he was passing through the TRUE REPENTANCE.
In the first instants he didn't feel a sharp knife stabbed into the stomach. However, the avenger, stabbing the victim with the knife, started to turn it anticlockwise. The unbearable pain made him already at second time to forget everything, but when this terrible pain has gone and it became very, very easy, a last thing he succeeded in this world to think about, it was a sense of liberation from a terrible debt and an assurance coming he didn't know where from, that he has learned something very much important, that he has received an invaluable lesson, that he will return on the Earth with this new knowledge, with open eyes for everything, but now it's time to go to the Teacher who has taught this lesson.
The avengers terminated the work, after execution of the most abominable and heavy part of it. Heavily breathe because of the physical stress, they cut off the head of the killed enemy and put it in the sink in the kitchen. It was distastefully ad nauseam, however, some unknown principles required this. They didn't notice called for the dog the vet came into the door, which they have forgotten to close by negligence, and now he is observing them with horror. They didn't notice how he came out, trembling because of the fear. But when he went downstairs and coming out of the entrance headed to the public phone, a woman as if she would walk towards him by chance, but stared at him. Perhaps, I'm looking odd after the seen incident, - the vet thought. Now the passersby stopped and looked directly at him without any hiding. Inside her was something attractive, something strange, not local. He confused without knowing what to say and just at that moment a jet of the red pepper hit him in his eyes.
-During one hour you will call nowhere and tell nothing nobody. Otherwise, they will kill you. The just retribution was made and you must not interfere! - the demanding voice of the dangerous stranger woman explained, pronouncing with a not local reprimand.
At this time the three avengers were still in the flat. They have examined every room. Fell silent, in which became heard one's snoring.
Brother of the murdered Suleymanova rushed into the room where one's breathing was heard and looked under the bed. The Rottweiler was sleeping and didn't wake. At first he touched the dog's paw with his bloody hand, then he patted it on the head, saying in broken Russian with a strong accent:
-Poor good dog. It has eaten barbamyl and is sleeping. When it wakes up, it will whine, because the owner have disappeared. The dog serves for man and doesn't understand its owner is a scoundrel. Didn't he lacked the Moscow whores? He had disgraced my sister and murdered her, - after saying this, Suleymanov felt with horror that the tears come to his eyes. However, a brave highlander doesn't dare to cry. He took a deep and heavy breath and rejected this desire. The two other avengers sharply and imperatively, but without any insult, demanded in Chechen, in order he would prepare to come out faster, otherwise he could let down not only himself, but all the group.
All their suits were covered in blood, however, this was foreseen before. They brought their suitcase from the staircase, took from it a big polyethylene bag and new suits, this time the sport ones. It wasn't still five minutes they already have changed, washed quickly their bladed weapons, they put their bloody suits into the bag and covered them with a newspaper. Really, they had to hurry. Fortunately, the window, which Skeleton jumped from, faced not south where is the yard with entrances, but in the opposite side. The yard was limited there by a fence, and the tramps often visited that place in need. Skeleton, being thoroughly broken, because of falling from the sixth floor, he died in a hospital in a few hours still being brought unconscious.
The three avengers slammed the door and ran downstairs. The debt was executed. The justice was done. However, Suleymanov began to feel the disappointment. They could kill the enemies, the strong and vile enemies. But they can never do so, in order he would see his younger sister in this life again, in order he would talk with her, he would play together. That's impossible for any money. No force, no weapon would help to do it. But he believed that she is alive. She just left for a very, very far country and she waits for him and their parents, and others brothers and sisters. And if he doesn't anger Allah, one day he himself will go to this country and meet there all close persons, which he lost in this life.
A lot of neighbors understood something terrible has taken place. All of them knew that in this flat mafia always gathers, however, till today the situation was comparatively calm. And now, finally, they have done. A few of the neighbors, hearing running downstairs, looked in the peephole. Three men were with small beards glimpsed, either Caucasians, or Ukrainians. Afterwards an investigation group had still not been able to get a sketch. They happily have got in a taxi, which waited for them near the entrance. There was some passenger on the back seat, a woman. They weren't against that the driver let her come in the car when she thumbed a lift on the Yaroslavsky road. Also, she wasn't against to wait twenty minutes, while three traveling companions as if went home to change the clothes. The driver didn't guess, this "country woman" has a pistol "Walter"in her pocket, a few pepper sprays and a cell phone (In Russia in 1993 a cell phone was rare). Also, he didn't guess that all the four are together. All of them went in silence. Three either friends or brothers needed to get in Bolshevo and woman by the same road, but further to Voronok. As soon as the driver delivered three passengers to the necessary point and rolled a quarter mile else, the woman took the cell phone imperceptibly from her handbag and said:
-What a lovely day is today! - these words about the weather were a signal.
-Yes, it would be fun to get to the beach now, but one have to work, - the taxi driver answered, suspecting nothing.
Also, he had learnt nothing in future. The woman left the taxi, paying the previously agreed amount and saying softly: "Thank you", - almost whispering.
In that instant when she called and said about the weather, another car drove up to a point near bushes in Bolshevo. The three men come out of the bushes and got into the car. This time their insider was as a driver. Along the way, they got rid of the compromising evidence, having thrown the bag with the bloody suits into a Dumpster in Pushkino. After this, by a concrete road they got in the village Morozki, then in Povarovo. There they said goodbye to their driver. They were going to get in Vyshniy Volochek by a few electric trains till the evening. Their distant relatives waited for them in that city.
An investigation group got into the flat with witnesses only in a few hours. At first they were going to interrogate the dwellers of apartment about the man who have fallen from the window, but nobody opened the door.
The senior investigator at first doubted, called colleagues to ensure whether his version is right. He made no mistake. This was the vendetta. It meant in the given case searching for criminals is useless. The subjects of crime will leave for some south republic, for which of them is unknown, and disappear there. Even if they don't disappear, it will be taken a long time to seek them, and it would be too long time for the preservation of evidence. In which case, the local people can hide them without shame, and a visiting investigator would not be allowed to dig very deep, breaking the law. Already the days aren't these. The investigator understood that it's a cold case, but the only fact consoled him, the superiors knew the picture of reality, not worse than himself, so they will not too much accuse, also, he is not a newcomer, but with experience.
Later an expert, who was specialized including in the blood feud, he suggested, as if seventy percent of the probability (he didn't explain where he took this number from) that in this case the avengers were Caucasians of the Vainakh origin.
Practically, a benefit because of such a report was zero for the investigation. Also, there was a little unusual feature in this affair. Nothing disappeared, but only a lot of money from a recess of one of the books. As usual, Vainakhs don't steal, while they do an act of the revenge. They are contemptuous of the secret theft and prefer to rob openly, that is in "heroic" manner. After all, the killed victim himself could take his own money from his own secret place.
Two days before the appointed time Albert gave to Sveta the necessary amount of dollars in order Tolik could pay to the new self-appointed "roof".
Tolik waited for them all day long, but nobody came. Next day Sveta returned the money to Albert, asking him to keep them just in case.
After Colonel's death, there was a lot of street shooting in the district, also, fights without the firearm, but with the victims. During a few of days the annual statistical indicator was surpassed. The Colonel's group was banished out. Only Albert knew, who has "helped" to happen this. To all the rest, he explained, as if all has occurred by itself.
Next chapter: http://la-flagellation.blogspot.ru/2017/11/the-teleportation-part-1-chapter-14.html
The original Russian text of the chapters from 13 to 15: http://www.proza.ru/2010/01/21/1277
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