Weapon Of Olegov. Full version. Nikolay Lakutin

Packed in a rented apartment, met the landlady handed over the keys and payment for the next month, although it was only the twenty-second number. He thought about whether to return to his hometown, at least-now. How to react to friends, buddies, ex-colleagues, who are probably still trying to find him. What he says. To stay in Novosibirsk, too, not too much like the memories of this city were not the most pleasant, in view of the unfolding events in the background of life here. He decided the last time to walk through the Park in the city center, which was located within walking distance from the rented apartment. Having laid near a Park bench two sports bags filled with things, Anatoly said goodbye to the city, looking at the fountain when suddenly heard familiar squeal of wheels. Into a Parking space flew the red car from the open window, which seemed familiar silhouette.

      Need a ride? – shouted with undisguised joy girl in white gloves…

      ***

      – How did you know me, met just once, and then, after all this time – said Anatoly Julia, realizing the offer was impossible to refuse, ordering a coffee and servings of ice cream in the Park café.

      – You don't know. It's not every day you fall on a strange personality, carrying intriguing nonsense – the girl did not stop smiling – then, you know me, too. After all, not forgotten, not forgotten!

      – Remember, that's right. You played an important role in my life, saved me, you could say, so I have a good reason to remember you.

      – Oooooo-shrugged Julia embarrassed.

      – How did you end up here?

      In my Novosel girlfriend lives. More precisely lived. Last time I came to help her to stay and settle down. And now came to help move out. Well, to see clear. It is generally from the North came at the time of study. Study did not an Hour ago I held her to the airport, that stopped, finally, at the center of the circle to give, but back to the family nest. I'm from Tomsk.

      – How much did you travel to meet your friend?

      – Two hundred kilometers is nothing. The track is my element.

      – Yeah, I noticed last time.

      Both smiled.

      – Well, what are you doing here?

      – Good question, Julia.

      – Again fell down, lost consciousness?

      – No, this time I'm conscious, but I do more do nothing. And that Tomsk is a beautiful city?

      I'll show.

      Anatoly slyly squinted his eyes. After all, fate is a funny lady. Know in advance is not interesting, all right…

      ***

      – Here is in General, if short, but essentially, I have a similar the situation with your girlfriend. I came here for work, but somehow it was not set from the beginning. Now I think where to go, where to arrange a family nest-told Anatoly, while the red car carried him to Tomsk.

      – Don't you have any family? – Yulia asked.

      I'm orphanage. Early went to work, lived in a hostel. So, I have acquired neither family nor a home…

      The speech of Anatoly had more to do with the tragic note than positive, but to Julia it fell more than liking.

      – So no one's waiting for you? she said.

      – Nobody. And nowhere.

      For a while they rode in silence.

      – Here is already and our nature began. It's different. Like the same birch, spruce, poplar and pine, but they are still different. It is interesting to observe this transition of nature.

      – Really different. You wouldn't tell me, I wouldn't pay attention.

      – You're just out there somewhere. Leave your thoughts behind. We're living now, or then, or maybe later.

      – Yes, Julia, your truth. The past is the past, nothing to live, to live in the present. And the future, the future in General can not come…

      As soon as Anatoly had spoken these words, he heard a loud Bang under the front left wheel. The car rushing at breakneck speed lost control and the last thing that saw Julia and Anatoly before a deafening blow– the cabin of the oncoming lane rapidly approaching MAZ.

      ***

      – Good work, good – Vah expressed his thoughts aloud, assessing the photo with a smashed red foreign car from several angles.

      – What is remarkable, the bullet went through, no one will find it and will not even think for what reason the tire tore. The girl was clearly not good in terms of driving, no one will suspect a hole in the bottom of the tire, therefore, not sustained load is explained by the liquidator.

      – Another important point-put filer-an accident occurred in the Tomsk region. This is another jurisdiction, where "our" work only superficially. Peter or Moscow-Yes, could have something to dig up, and then if desired, and the appropriate order. No one will dig in Tomsk. Especially for identification will still have to work thoroughly, but who cares. Police chiefs don't like to be spoilt for statistics. The case will be dismissed.