I’ve brought you God!. Eugene Nomak

an infusion pump. He’s in a pre-stroke state and she gets a double buzz. And she did it for a week until he went cuckoo. She whispered a poem to him every time. I’ll find it, I had it somewhere,» she pulled out her phone, «listen:

      my Sergei

      liquid wax

      empty eye sockets

      I’ll fill them

      and two candles

      as they do in church

      to make it look like eyes

      ♪ but they’re false ♪

      ♪ and there’s a waxen tear running ♪

      ♪ and in my soul ♪

      black god

      gently

      ♪ with a dessert spoon ♪

      ♪ eats my heart out ♪

      ♪ under the still warm skin ♪

      carefully

      so as not to eat you at once.

      my Seryozhnya

      took the devils to the autobahn.

      – Oh, come on! – Eira stretched out. – I thought you were the sick one. But something like that! You wouldn’t dream of it. It’s so creepy! The verse, by the way, is no less creepy. It’s also the most prophetic! Let’s toast her,» she topped up the glasses with champagne.

      – Let’s toast Mitsu. He’s part of me, after all.

      – By the way, you never said anything about your spider. Where’d you get it?

      – Nobody believes me. That’s why I don’t.

      – Will you tell me?

      – Okay, listen. I had an older sister named Linda. Arachnophile. Had a wild fascination with all members of the arthropod family. Raised and bred them. Over 60 specimens in her collection. And she loved to touch them. And even more loved it when they climbed on her naked body. She got goosebumps and moaned when spiders bit her. Most of them were highly poisonous, and her body eventually developed an antidote. Her parents didn’t share her sophisticated hobby, but they didn’t forbid it either. But Linda loved her little sister more than spiders. She was crazy about me. Said she’d never leave me alone and would take care of me till the end of time. But one day she did. She was already fourteen, and her boy asked her out. And I was nine. She put me on a bus and sent me home. There was a fanatic on the bus with an explosive device, which he detonated when the bus was barely away from the stop. I was badly burned and one piece of shrapnel went through my heart. They put me back together piece by piece, but they couldn’t save my heart. Anyway, I needed a baby heart with a high coincidence factor. I didn’t see Linda in pain at the time, but I know what she did. Landed a female hermit spider, the most venomous spider of the new world, on her and it bit her. There was no antidote for it in her system, and an hour later Linda was found blue, covered in some kind of slime. She was dead, and the parents made the decision to save at least one child. The doctors refused to transplant the heart, which had toxin levels that exceeded all acceptable norms. So the father paid them well. The heart was transplanted, but it did not beat, despite direct massage, defibrillators and all the actions of doctors. And this is where the strangest and most mysterious event began. I opened my eyes during my resuscitation and clearly saw a hermit spider descending from the ceiling on a spider web. At one point in time he froze, I suddenly thought he was looking at me with all four pairs of eyes. Then the spider broke away from the web and dropped right into my open chest between my ribs. And my heart gave its first beat, then another and another. I was saved. No one believes me, because I couldn’t have seen it, because I was dead at that moment. But I remember it very clearly and distinctly. That boy has lived inside me ever since. Taking care of me, healing any open wounds, stopping internal bleeding, injecting antidotes and antivirals into my body, fixing broken limbs.

      – Cool! – Eira nodded. – Really cool. Doesn’t it cure radiation?

      – I don’t want to check. But I have a little girl secret,» Tamura leaned across the table conspiratorially and put her finger to her lips, «shh, shh, shh. I’ve never been on any diet,» she whispered. – All the extra glycogen is consumed by him. That’s who it is, if not Linda’s reincarnation? Yes, I don’t deny the power of my stagnum, and that if it weren’t for the stagnum, maybe Mitsu wouldn’t be here now. But where does a nine-year-old girl with no stagnum come from?

      – Okay, but I have a question that’s been bugging me since I met you. May I?

      – Yeah, go ahead.

      – How do you remove with your fingers the web, the strength of which allows you to stop bullets and, as you say, fix limbs in fractures?

      – No way! Mitsu lets me do it. It’s like he’s in constant control of all the coverings on me, and when I start tearing at my webs, he loosens those places. I don’t know how to explain it scientifically, but I think it’s about the protein that makes up the web. It’s like the spider is changing its molecular structure. Or degrades some component that binds the protein. But the web always comes off easily and flushes down the toilet just as easily.

      – Wow! Doesn’t he get jealous of your men?

      – Ooh! This is a special case! Mitsu realizes that my partner would be at least embarrassed if he found a spider on him or me during sex. So he leaves me, climbs onto the tallest furniture in the room, and quietly observes. And when a man begins to show dominant intentions, he lifts his butt in preparation to jump.

      – И? Keep going! Have you ever jumped?

      – Niiiii, no? Not once! – Tamura was clearly lying. – If I let that happen, how many handsome men would die an agonizing death, writhing in pain from painful shock. Though I really, really want to see it sometimes.

      – I’ll pretend to believe you,» Eira tried to be serious. – And all your partners are alive and well. You know, let’s drink to your great gift! – she filled the glasses under the questioning look of the birthday girl. – Never, under any circumstances, never be discouraged! I’m serious now. I often envy you. You’re always bellowing like a wheezing horse, making jokes in any most hopeless situation. And most of all, your inability to see the evil in people. It’s a gift I envy terribly. Sometimes I look at some sectarian scum, my eyes bleed, and only my position does not allow me to burn him alive. It’s hard to live with that. But you’re not! You’re different! You even kill them out of curiosity or for fun, as the severed head will roll down the stairs, or whether the shoulder will fountain blood. As paradoxical as it sounds, you’re the kindest witch I know. And, in terms of forbidden theology, it turns out you’re a saint if sin is a thought. Well, sinless, at least. You don’t meet men like that, and it’s a unique quality among women. And the main thing is that you’re not afraid of death.

      – I’ve died so many times!

      – Come on, cheers! Oh, I’m out of champagne. I’ll try to find another bottle.

      – No need, – replied Tamura. – I have some Ledum, – she took out a copper five-hundred-gram flask. – I took it out in the winter. I insisted on herbs for six months, so you can try it now. You don’t need to drink it.