Alexander Cherenov - LONER IN THE RUSH HOUR CROWD. I AM GOING TO KILL

I admit: I am going unprepared to the task. The terrain is not explored, no reconnaissance, no plan, because with this trinity of pure impromptu came out. It was necessary to postpone the event, include it in the plan, «prepare design estimates, prepare a justification» and so on! But «the soul of the poet did not endure» – and it brought and carried the poet! Unfortunately, not for the first time! So now I’m not only taking away, taking away, but glossing over. Smear the sins that are blemishes. I slander me in an original way: by accepting new ones. Not per capita: on balance. But the fact that it is not my sins excuses me. I correct others.

Sorry, Lord, but it’s about You! These are Your sins. It is You, the All-Good and the Most Gracious, who allowed and allowed! Indeed, without you and Dad, as you yourself admitted, not a single hair from the head will fall. That’s why I am do not burden the soul, but on the contrary: I unload! And you do not reprimand me to declare «with entering», but bring me on the tablets! «I agree to a medal» – «in the face» of gratitude in the trade union line: «for active participation in the clean-up work on cleaning the territory»… from scoundrels!

Half an hour I’m on the spot. Fortunately – not only me: potential clientele is on-site also. In its place, albeit not in its own way: in private cars on footpaths. I look at my watch: there is no time for courtesy. Since it is necessary to act decisively and quickly, I do just that: I quickly and decisively ask for trouble. Customers think that – for trouble for themselves. For the time being, I do not dissuade them from this. Comprehension of the truth happens to them at the very last moment, when the blade is already flying towards its destiny – «in the face of the client».

I am satisfied with the parameters of the object. I didn’t even have to arrange a contest: all the «masters of life» are the same as twins. And this one corresponds to «one hundred percent»: arrogant, fat, with an arrogant smirk and sunglasses on the forehead, which even in the deep darkness will not take for Socratic. He even earns extra points: accelerates pedestrians with wheels, horn and obscene language. He is not embarrassed by the fact, that de jure he is not master here, but pedestrians. After all, he is the «master of life». And that means, he is «the master of everything in it».

I come to the chosen one and do not even try to diversify the repertoire. Well, the one: about the «brick». The chosen one also corresponds: for a start, «sends me on a business trip to a known address», and then begins to get out of the car to continue «work among me» already in place. And not one begins – but with self-made brass knuckles, which even from «amateur status» do not look less weighty. Looking at the «sweet couple», I make an unmistakable conclusion about the path traveled by a friend: over heads and ribs. In this case, the intellect is clearly not attached to the birth certificate. This facilitates the achievement of mutual understanding. I also «love» those, who personify a new thinking: «I bought it for one dollar in one place, I sold it for three in another, I live for these two percent».

A comrade does not have time to «turn around in battle formations»: my tool does it before. But the friend manages to grin contemptuously. But this is the last thing that he manages: it is up to us and the «battle friend» to keep up the pace. In the end, everyone gets his: customer – reward, I – satisfaction. The deed is done – and I must go. No rest: on another object. I perform the latest reconnaissance – and I get an additional portion of satisfaction: our fleeting tete-a-tete did not attract the slightest attention of rare passersby.

Again I look at my watch: only forty minutes have passed since the previous promotion. Taking into account the fact, that those, who want to «pay their respects» are not visible on the horizon, but our forensic examination, in contrast from the cinema, only shows the day of death, I can safely go to the bus stop. My path lies in the area adjacent with this: the same remote place, but with its «masters of life». On the way, I am filled with pride for both of us: for myself and my work. The «Pinkerton» riddle is made on time, in the right quantity and quality.

To the neighboring area by bus – about ten minutes to go. To the place where the «cool ones are found» is another ten minutes. Twice I have time to praise the bus fleet: the cars go right on schedule and even more. «At the line of attack», I go out with a margin of five minutes. And that means I have time to look around, to make a choice and not to be mistaken with him. All three things I put in a limit. And, most importantly: the goal is the one you need. With the exception of one nuance: it is «three-headed». So, I will have to «slightly exceed the limit» – and my launcher will have to work out in the mode of «separable warheads of individual guidance».

There is no time to pick and choose: time has gone. Yes, and «ammunition» is nothing special to regret: I use not the «gift» clip, but the one that «for everyday wear». It is also more useful for the alibi: after all, while «I remain faithful». Therefore, I have a legal basis to doubt, that the local Sherlock will succeed in reaching the manufacturer. But if they also do not establish the composition of the alloy, I will be fatally disappointed. I ask pardon, but to deal with absolutely fools, although profitable, but not interesting! Well, not the adrenaline rush to the blood! Neither in quality nor quantity!

Everything goes exactly according to the scenario, even boring: a dozen of maters, a demonstration of power – and a final. The curtain falls – and not on the scene: on the eyes and brains. I linger on the fallen only in order to verify the quality of work. I am convinced: the work was done qualitatively – through holes in skulls. I have no time for lyrics again – not to mention about desire – and I look at the clock: one hour and five minutes from the first «stripping». It seems to fit the standard: three stocks – within an hour. For Russia it’s almost simultaneously. And then the informants will help the «native militia»: they will give a minute disagreement. And the exact time will be approximate, as required. The discrepancy will be within tolerance: «plus or minus».

I breathe out with a full breast and with the step of a Stakhanovist, coming from the shift, I head for the bus. I must go home. On the way, I meet no one: it was already dark, and in this, by God forgotten, the land, the people half an hour, as dispersed to their homes. By the way, the ill fame of both regions is by the way. Where else to work detectives, if not in problem areas, especially since I threw them fresh problems.

So, I did today, as many as three good deeds «about the seven heads». I foresee the question: «Well, why are you attached to these car owners?» He will be asked by a person who is not burdened with brains. The one to which the lacking truth does not reach: it is necessary to bring. I bring: the case – not in the car, but in the types. Because they are not just types: types. They are the personification of unrighteousness, its quintessence and the focus of all the evils of the «exclusively inhuman» regime. For this regime excludes man from being, for it is for some men at the expense of others – and those others is the vast majority. And let me not on their behalf, but from among them. Therefore, in returning to the violators of traffic rules, I pay the whole regime. I reward, without even setting myself the goal of reward.

But my critic is also wrong for another reason. In my work, I do not limit myself to artificial frames. I am a «multi-stationer» – not from nature, but from such a life. Life does not allow for selectivity. Indeed, in this case, no less worthy of the number of potential customers will be overlooked. Alas, but a textbook of «there are many called here, but few chosen ones» needs substantially edited. In this: «as many as are called, there are as many elect».