Survive the throne

Chapter first Yet the jokes are not made up out of nowhere. It is not for nothing that they usually begin about adultery: “somehow the spouse returns unexpectedly from a business trip ...”. Only in my case I returned. And not from a business trip, but from parents who live in a neighboring city. And not to her husband, but to the groom, with whom they had been living together for seven months. For seven months I walked with blinkers over my eyes, like an obedient horse. And now they've been ripped off me. And I stood at the door of the bedroom, looking at the bare back of the one with whom I was going to live my life in love and harmony. Such a familiar back, with three moles on the lower back. The Blessed One was working on some girl. From my vantage point, I could only see two raised legs with a red pedicure. And the way she curled her fingers. I also heard squeals. Time passed, the couple did not notice me. I had to cough and say so loudly: - Well, a pure cat is crushed in the spring. My phrase had a good effect. The couple first froze, and then literally scattered into the corners. - In one corner of the ring, Matvey with a bare ass. I commented in a nasal voice. “But he doesn’t seem to be in such a fighting mood anymore. In the other, a stranger with her breasts at the ready. - Who is this?! - the stranger squealed on the ultrasound. “Matthew, did you say… - I'm a judge. - told her. Matthew says a lot. He told me that he would play Imaginarum with friends. Plays well, I see. - Alice... — Bingo! I raised my thumb. You remembered the name of your bride! Bravo! Inside, I was already shaking with the desire to smash everything to hell here. This brute was f*****g with someone else's woman on our bed! On linen that I chose myself! - Go away! I pointed at the girl. - I can hardly control myself. I'll count to three, and then I'll start pulling your hair out. - Matvey, you didn't say anything about the bride! - Yes I… “You didn’t tell her your biography?! Alice, stop laughing. "Honey, I'm going to go... - Not! I barked, causing the two to shut up. - I'll go. And when I return, so that both of you are not here. Matvey, I remind you: we are renting an apartment in my name, so if you try not to let me in, I will call the landlady. My now ex-fiance gulped. He lived in this apartment on the rights of a bird, so he definitely could not kick me out. Here's an i***t! Well, how did it occur to you to change where you live? I s**t in my own nest! I turned around and walked out of the apartment in a stunned silence. I'll give them an hour. In the meantime, I’ll sit on a bench, on a playground, think about the meaning of life and mentally castrate Matvey. It’s good that my bag is not heavy, I’m used to traveling light. The night was so… summery and warm. The playground, where there was always a squeal during the day, now dozed under the light of a couple of lanterns. Round carousel, originally from the Soviet era, swing. an iron slide and a sandbox where someone's forgotten bucket lay. Well, benches, of course. I also sat here because the windows of our—now mine—apartment faced the other way. There is nothing to look at me, lonely. There was no wind, but the swing swayed slightly. Back and forth, creak-creak. I glanced at them and shrugged. Sorry, but I don't believe in poltergeists. Life is full of other truly scary things. The swing fell silent, apparently, they realized that they couldn’t get me through. I sat with my chin resting on my palm and looked around. High-rise buildings, luminous windows, somewhere the sound of a siren and the barking of dogs. Habitually, measuredly, somehow not very much. But in school I dreamed of doing something incredible! For example, dig up an unexplored tomb in Egypt, find Atlantis, or invent a cure for all diseases. In principle, standard dreams. She yawned and blinked properly. I didn’t feel like sleeping, adrenaline was seething in my blood and I was thirsting for the blood of the former. I wonder if he would crap himself if I showed him a toy from his dad? My dad is still a joker. I don’t have a permit to carry weapons with me, so he gave me a lighter pistol. It looks indistinguishable from the real thing. Well, he taught self-defense techniques how to survive in the forest, with a nuclear strike. Yes, yes, military daddy dreamed of a son. But I decided that my daughter is also nothing, amenable to education. Then the ear caught something that escaped from the peaceful evening, which almost turned into night. In the already thick twilight voices were heard: drunken, impudent, however, every now and then letting the “rooster”. - Come on, sheep, move, move your hooves. - I'll kill her now! And the frightened voice of an obviously elderly woman: — Oh, fathers, now, now. Yes, what is it? At that moment, apparently, adrenaline eclipsed sanity. Because I almost tiptoed to the corner of the house and cautiously looked out. Well, it is: two milksops decided that an elderly woman is a great chance to become richer by a couple of thousand. Well, why, huh? I sighed and walked around the corner. She asked loudly: Problems guys? - Wali, skin. the taller one, with puppy dog hair above his lip, reacted instantly. In the yellowish light of the lantern, his complexion did not seem very healthy. Well, who pulled me by the tongue? Are your problems missing? With a sigh, I pointed the lighter at him, which flashed with such a menacing reflection and said: “I’m counting to three, goats. Once…. two. - Ept! - only the “goats” said, after which they turned around and together fled somewhere into the summer darkness. - Lucky. I commented. “Woman, how are you?” You live far away? She wasn't that old after all. Aged, yes, but his eyes shone with youthful enthusiasm. And there was something strange about them, something incomprehensible. - I live far away. she said. Thank you girl, you are brave. - I'm a fool. - told her. - Can you call a taxi? - So I'll get there. The stranger waved her hand. In the other, she held such a bulky bag with shiny clasps. It is understandable why the guys decided to stick to her. - Well then, good luck to you. I wished and turned around to go back to the playground. I'll sit for another twenty minutes and go check the apartment. If anything, you will have to force uninvited guests to expose. - Stop, girl. heard from behind. I turned around and shuddered. The stranger was standing very close, how did it happen? And again, something strange in her appearance, causing shivers down her back and goosebumps. Maybe it's just cold outside though. Not everyone here will help an outsider. - You just go to the stop. advised her. - I want to thank you. — Not worth it. — No, I can't remain due. I see in your heart the desire to change everything. Your nature is cramped here. "Gypsy or what?" thought flashed. Well, that's how it always is, you help, and they try to tell you fortune. No, it's time to run away home and kick Matvey out with sweethearts. - I will help you. - continued the stranger, from whom I was already beginning to back away. I will give you a new life. With these words, she touched me with her hand. And I suddenly realized what was strange in her appearance: her eyes. Their color is constantly changing. And now they are completely black. Before the head became empty, something rang, and I flew somewhere. And flew ... flew ... flew ...