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

Alexander Cherenov

This book is a psychological detective story. The hero eliminates evil in a classical way: by eliminating its carriers. The objects of his work are modern «masters of life» (nouveau riche, multimillionaires from yesterday’s ignoramuses, criminals and speculators) and and their henchmen. They are an obstacle on the way of a person to worthy life, and therefore the hero resorts to extreme methods of «re-education». Maybe this is the only sure way to establish the «kingdom of God» on Earth?!

Chapter six

The city is full of rumors, potential clientele — of fears. The effect of just starting my career exceeds all expectations and expectations of all. Naturally, everyone expected their own fate, but not everyone waited. This is me — about customers: their expectations are of a completely different kind. The «people», who define themselves over the people, react as they should… to me: full pants of «good». In the calculations for their address, I was not mistaken.

It seems, I was not mistaken in the calculations and at the address of those, who are at my address: our valiant detectives, valorous only the fact, that once again they demonstrate a complete innocence to the prowess. Comrades have no chance to be awarded with medal «For Valiant Labor»: there is neither work nor valor. Usually it is enough only for the heroic deprivation of property and the health of the «defendants», always at the place of service and when working in the numerical majority. And this is not like in hockey, but as in the military: for the success of an offensive operation, you need to create a threefold superiority in forces. Through our daily practice, our «guards» argue that «in war as in war» is not only in war, even if they are fighting only with their own people.

«Firemen are looking for, police are looking for…» Fortunately, they are not looking for me, but without a nameless villain who will take «about three heads» or even more. Comrades went where I sent them. And not sent as they «send» us. I did without the mediation of the language. But that didn’t stop me from instructing them «on the road» — and it does not matter, that far from true. At a minimum, I provided the comrades with a front of work, mainly in the line of collecting waste paper.

I gave the authorities of the rank-and-file Pinkertons the opportunity to prove themselves in all their glory: to show off in front of the cameras at the moment of giving instructions and assurances. Instructions and assurances, although offered to different consumers, are no different from each other with the exception of verb forms. In the first case, the verb is used in the imperative mood: «take» (measures), «establish identity», «neutralize». In the second this is the same, but in the first person in the plural: «we will accept», «we will establish identity», «we will neutralize».

So far, the instructions and assurances «correspond» to only one third — on the part of «take.» Municipal Department of Internal Affairs widely notified the general population, that it: a) accepted the plan; b) took action; c) made commitments. This «three-headed» acceptance of the case was limited. Then it goes didn’t want, no matter how pushed his superiors. The case got up because it was «stuck».

I do not dismiss the blame for this disastrous result, of course: I did not give a tip, did not «light up». But the Pinkertons are «good» too: they are very bad. Operatively resting on the wall, the investigators immediately moved the «beaten path»: instead of working on the case, they took up work with the case. After a week from my «second coming», the valiant MDIA was able to present public first results of their arduous activities: the first and very plump volume. Of course, it could also show other results of its activities and also puffy: swollen faces of «developed persons», but did not do that. And not out of humanity, but for technical reasons: swollen faces did not fit into the screen. And the result was only on the face, and not obvious: the faces of the «faces» have undergone without good for the cause, as for the cause of truth, and for a particular criminal. They have endured, as elements of the next insolvent version.

But it’s not for nothing that Lomonosov used to say: «How much in one place it will decrease, so much in another will increase». The failure of «law enforcement» is a clear proof of my viability, at least, the viability of the measures I have taken to ensure that no action is taken in regards to me. Failure to take effective measures — through the adoption of inactive — those, that are not for the cause, but for the «cause».

But «resting on our laurels» is the last thing, because this is idleness and because an ordinary day is a working day in my understanding. And when, faithful to the installation «to take care of one’s own», the day does just that: puzzling and stressing, then rest is immoral, because «the pipe is calling!»

And I «cannot otherwise». Once again I cannot. No, of course I could, but the day does not allow — the one, which «takes care of it». This is because it cares only for me in terms of writing cares and laying goods. I owe nothing to anyone… except myself. Well, the day that «cares». Therefore: «an order is given…". And, true to myself, I myself answer: «Yes!»

«Everybody from the list» help the day to «take care of» — on my head and on my ass. Despite the beneficial effects of fear and rare thoughts not about the pocket, the potential clientele soon begins to confront itself, that all this is not about them. These slogans are well known to me. «Anyone, but not me!» «This cannot be, because there can never be!»

But comrades are wrong, because they lull themselves, and do not refute me. They are lulling, not proving. Do not prove their innocence and invulnerability. And I’m already going. And not only by their tracks, but also by their souls! For their lost souls that I need to bring… no, not to the light: on the road leading straight to hell! They deserve no other way! I did not coordinate this issue with the Prince of the World, but I think, that he will approve of my line: both the line of conduct and the one I conducted for clients — and among them. On the basis of merit, my clientele is His clientele. I don’t want to say, that I was contracted, but I think that the Lord doesn’t complain to me either. After all, I save Him from both worries and from ballast.

Alas: clients not only lull themselves, but also return to the paths the unrighteous: on footpaths and to the unrighteous being. They again begin to place on their heads the crown of the «masters of life» and under the «crown» — the collar on our necks. This is not just a relapse. It’s a challenge. Challenge us all. But most importantly: it is a challenge to me personally! «Everything is back to normal»? Well, well, if this is so, then I «walk in a circle» and at the same for their souls! If you do not want the bad — in the good will be even worse! Maybe, at least this time the setting «repetition is the mother of learning» will prove itself on practice!

Unfortunately — and maybe, on the contrary — work plans have to be adjusted. I do not always have the opportunity to work out a client right away at the place of his becoming a client. That is, as soon as I discover the fact of traffic violations. The reasons are many: over-limit liveliness in the street, a disproportionate amount of work, unequal forces, excess light, and so on. I’m not a wizard, after all: «I’m just learning». And it is only in a fairy tale, that something there helps to create real miracles. In life I am a soloist on the issue of creating miracles. And since I don’t have a magic wand, with which the fool will pass the exam for the wizard, I have to take into account every component of the «miracle», first of all, the realities. In this context: «am I capable? Will I be able to?»

That is why very often it is not immediately «I go alone on the road». There are times when «going out» it’s the same, that to look for adventure. Therefore, having found the intruder, I no longer cling to the instrument of production. Instead of it, I «switch to accounting»: I remember the numbers of cars, and — if it’s possible — the details of the driver and the number of stars on epaulets. This is not just memorization — this is crediting to the conduit. This is, moreover, the production of a «friend» to customers, only deferred by execution.

And then the routine begins. This is familiar to me not from books and films. After all, I once did not just «fall out of the cage»: from this one. Therefore, I know all the tracks «leading to Rome»: former colleagues, newspapers, the Internet, television, and more my own legs and eyes. In our case, laziness is the most expensive. And so I’m not lazy. But I do not «shine» unnecessarily. And, if it’s necessary, I do not «shine»: «we all learned a little something and somehow».

«Nobody is forgotten and nothing is forgotten». And I prove the validity of this postulate every day. And not only I prove, that is, I am in the process, but I also prove (as a result)! In the end, no one has yet been forgotten for what should not be forgotten. I can only follow the installation: «remember all by name», already in the context: «remember so that no longer forgotten!» And I remember the «comrades»…

The main thing in our business is information. This is already later will be calculations, plans, reconnaissance, binding to the place, because neither the first, nor the second, nor the third without information. Therefore, my first task is not to make a mistake. No, not in choosing a goal: there are no problems with this. All my elects are elected by right and duty. By law, for they have earned this right. By duty — because I am obliged to respect him (right). A visual embodiment of another installation: there are no obligations without rights, as there are no obligations without rights. We with the «comrades» must meet the conditions of the task — and I do everything for this that only depends on me. And not only for himself, but also «for that guy»: vis-à-vis takes the time to comply with great eagerness…

Therefore, I take all our respect for the collection of information: no neglect, no superficiality, no «plus or minus tolerances». In the end, my client is really my client. I know everything about him. All that I need to optimize it: the time of arrival, time of departure, contacts, mode, accompanying, character escorts, technical obstacles. And, since I know all the obstacles, «we have no barriers either at sea or on land».

But the absence of obstacles does not prevent the occurrence of problems. The main problem is not «how?», but «where?», because the answer to the question «where?» either complicates or simplifies the answer to the question «how?» After all, I cannot arrange a «collective raid alone». And I cannot work as a «shahid» either: I must save myself for other comrades, who, in that case, will turn out to be undeservedly overlooked deserved attention. Conceivable is necessary!

Therefore, in each case I work individually. It is necessary to take into account all the «incoming», «outgoing» and even «attendant»: the presence of «in the yard of an evil dog», the presence of tracking equipment, the presence of bourgeois children in the house. Though they are bourgeois, but they are little ones. Natural intelligence will not allow me to work daddy-scoundrel in front of my son, even if it is already hopelessly spoiled, but still small! So, it is necessary to comply with the «newly discovered circumstances»!

And I correspond. So, if there is a dog or son in the house, I try to optimize the homeowner outside his tenure. Of course, I try to work hard and even individually, but «it’s impossible to live in society and be free from it», as the founder of Marxism said. Sometimes this society tactlessly imposes «its society» on me. And I cannot ask my comrades to leave us alone: after all, not to be left alone is their only duty. They are paid money for this: they are the «Praetorian Guard» of every «master of life».

As a materialist and advocate of the law of unity and the struggle of opposites, I will not say, that this only complicates the task: and simplifies too. Optimizing the right dog owner for me is unthinkable. And, behold, the optimization of his «faithful dogs» is sacred! For man the spirit is no greater pleasure than clearing the road to progress, clearing it along with all the obstacles, both standing and lying in the way! These people stand in my way. On the way to a noble goal: an ignoble scum. And, isn’t it a noble cause: to remove this obstacle?! In my opinion, even the question is superfluous. Because this construction is possible only in the affirmative version — and without any «not»!

I will say at once: «Oh, what hard work is this one!» I am convinced: «to drag a hippopotamus out of the swamp» is much easier, than to render in conditions as close as possible to the fighting ones. In conditions when all strategic advantages are on the client side. All but one: my determination to bring this noble cause to the end of my client.

«Through thorns» — it’s not only to the stars, but also to the corpses. And to create thorns this public is able and loves. «The masters of life» are so «confident» in their safety, that even in the toilet they go in the caret of bodyguards. And even though «we have no barriers», and even «there are no such fortresses, that the Bolsheviks could not take» — and this complicates the task and postpones the moment of the triumph of justice.

Alas, but you have to reckon not only with your desire, but also with the reluctance of customers, especially if this desire is supported by at least a bit of professionalism. In such cases, I involuntarily obliged to take into account the reinforced concrete argument «you will not shoot everyone!» And we, intellectuals, do not work with a machine gun: «this is not our method!» What are we intellectuals after that?! Our method is a point strike, and only on deserved heads. So, for work, I have only places… of public use. And these places are only in those places, in which the place belongs to the «masters of life» only!

I agree: that’s unaesthetic. I myself would prefer boudoir to urinal. But only there it is possible to realize the installation «Only once there is a meeting in life, only once a string is torn by a string…". Other opportunities «owners of life» I do not leave.

It is necessary to once again comply in order to penetrate in the holy of holies of business: closed clubs and restaurants. In order to get through the main entrance, I do not have enough resources. I’m not privatizing property, but souls. They will not allow me to the porch in a suit second hand.

I look like a service staff. No, not for the attendants in the hall: there is no adequate flexibility of the camp and the facial muscles in me. I cannot bend over and cry. And it would be necessary, but I cannot. Therefore, the top of the servants for me is her lowland. I’m talking about plumbers and cleaners. I haven’t yet fallen to the janitor, but, behold, I have already risen to the plumber. I can fit — and not just the equipment! For technical reasons, I can apply certain skills. I am not the «master of life»: I am only the owner of the apartment. And, it means, I must be able to fix the valve, tighten the nuts, replace the pipes. So, what if you dip me in… no: just in the lube, I’m still very well… a plumber… or a fitter. The main thing is that from me smelled of specialty a mile away.

Today I am a plumber. Needless to say, I made the blockage myself: I had to visit the nearest collector. I can’t clog it «from the main entrance»: from the closed room of the «closed» club. Only the «highest» crap of the «highest» persons is allowed there. Therefore I’m not going to work from the front porch, but from the back up. My «sanitary view» in the face of the imminent threat of faecalization of the institution is not only credible, but also universal enthusiasm. What kind of passport issue can I talk about: all my requisites are on face, smeared and fragrant by no means French cologne!

It is difficult to identify a specific person in me, but it is not difficult to identify a textbook plumber. Therefore, I can easily get admission to all «leaking» and «threatening to leak» rooms. I almost skillfully imitate the vigorous activity on the approaches to the toilet, and then already is the «matter of technology». And this time: not plumbing.

I have no doubt that, as a result of a habit that has long become a tradition, my client will first of all visit the «institution for men». There is a lot to drink today — and, therefore, it is necessary to «free the place». The guard escorts the «client» to the very doors. And not to the door of the toilet: to the door stall. I have time to «show my passport» «in the face» of the fragrant sewage of the special equipment, as well as the plumbing set of a small suitcase and a wire «ruff». Therefore, my presence, animated by long intricate wishes «to assholes, shitty toilet», does not cause any questions. Especially as a wrench I knock on pipes no worse than a professional. Checking the neighboring booths, comrades are convinced that it is — just me, and graciously allow me to continue to «dig in the shit».

«Client» mastered on the toilet seat in the booth next door. He, of course, prefers to distance himself from the proletariat, but there is nowhere: all other places are «excluded from the list» personally by me: I «brought them out of circulation», «fertilized» and «refreshed» them. They are not ready to work with clients, but they are ready to work with this client. More precisely, they provide me with the possibility of such work. In such a case as ours, rely on the case — that head on the block! In any case, I rely only on such a case, which I myself prepared, I myself handed over and accepted for operation. My client had to go exactly to the place prepared for him — and he went there. We were supposed to be good neighbors, even not for long. And we became them.

I want to give a little help on the topic of «bloody boys in the eyes». So, here: no «boys»! Behind the partition, the Honored Worker of all affairs and affairs, the people’s fighter with the people, the Honored Master of Sins of every suit and honorary donor «in the opposite direction» groans and torments — bloodsucker, in a word. He has already attempted, but only with unsuitable means in the form of complaints and denunciations. Despite their persuasiveness, they did not convince the testers. Because «who are the judges?!» Foolish people: «crucians have brought pike to pike court»! Yes, and then: you can’t break through this with mortars, not like paperwork.

Therefore, about peace of mind, I cannot worry: the client has already bothered for me. And, as soon as he groans, I «open the window», such small, a round, like «peephole». I open it with a slight creak, which only the client can hear. I need the area of «fire». When the customer’s surprised-alert eye is combined with a hole and «goes to the line of fire», I «pull the shutter». «Comrade» grunts — and «quacks». This is certainly perceived as another attempt out of the door.

I make sure, that the client is in the proper position, I curse at last — «in our way, as a locksmith» — and get out of the booth.

«There is more on the day of work!» I resolutely «attack» bodyguards, along the way seeking sympathy and understanding. For it is said: «it is important to be able to enter the conversation, but where it is more important to be able to get out of it!» I come out — and not only from the conversation, but also the winner. Because as a child, I learned another useful truth: «one can overcome the insolent in only one way: an even greater impudence». I take them in unceremoniously — along with their initiative. Along the way, I seek what I extorted: a likeness of sympathy. Dismayed, the «servants of the host» knowingly nod my shaved heads. Their arrogance is defenseless against my arrogance.

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