Red Star

Chapter 6

I lied to the coach a little. In THAT life, I almost did Boxing. About six months in Cuba, Carlos, the brother of my friend Alicia there, a member of the national Boxing team, trained me on a couple of ligaments and taught me how to move. Thank you very much, it was useful a couple of times in my life!

And later, 7 years later, already in St. Petersburg in the fitness club " World Class "and I did a year, once a week, with a personal trainer"Boxing for fat-bellied dummies". However, in THIS life, I have never boxed.

"Chock" once again looked me in the eye and asked:

"Ready?"

"Yes."

- "Then begin."- and gave me and Leonid the go-ahead.

I raised my hands, covered my head, and moved toward the enemy. He was standing there, waiting for me, his hands at his sides. The room was silent, no one was studying or talking. Without showing any emotion, without encouraging or encouraging any of us, the men just stood there and watched. Without much, it should be noted, interest.

What Leonid was going to do, I already knew more or less from his behavior. Now he will bow out from a few of my punches, shake his body, then take a few punches in his gloves and hit me a couple of times lightly. After that, the fight will be interrupted, I will be called a good boy and told to come in the fall. But that's not what I need, I want to know if I'm stronger than a teenager should be at my age.

I took a couple of steps and found myself next to Leonid. Imitating a timid blow to the head, without moving from the spot, Leonid easily dodged. Then, pretending that I was going to hit my head again with my left hand, I jumped up and took a step forward, and with all my strength I hit my stomach with my right hand. Leonid heckled and bent over, dropping the mouth guard. I feigned a knee to the face and jumped back, simultaneously with the coach's yell: "Brak!!!".

***

- "Ha... It's been a busy day!" I stretched, making myself comfortable in the bed. The "Time" program ended and the "future Master of the Universe" was sent to sleep. However, there was no sleep in either eye, but there was something to think about. Even very.

The fight with Luminism and the subsequent "performance" in the gym, I was a little touched, though prompted by certain thoughts. Both actions ended quite well for me. At school, there were no visible consequences at all, the headmistress did not even write a comment in her diary. And in the gym...

I was just finishing dressing when the coach came up to me, who, along with the rest of the men, had been tinkering with the "Tsar Leonid" I had defeated for quite a long time.

"Come with me."- "chock" jerked his head in the direction of the exit. I followed him calmly, not expecting any excesses. The fight was fair, and the dastardly times have not yet come. At the wardrobe, the coach stopped and glared at me again.

"So you're saying you've never boxed before?"

- "No." - I answer calmly and look him in the eyes with the utmost honesty. "Chock" paused, looked away, then nodded to some of his thoughts and asked:

"Like in school, grades, what?"

I pulled out of his briefcase diary and handed. "Chock", as silently, he flipped through, returned and then suggested:

"Come day after tomorrow in 15 hours per section, can't wait for the autumn."

"Thank you, I'll be there... I did not approach Leonid, so as not to get into a hot hand. You and Ilyas Mutalimov, please give him my apologies. I didn't want to do it so much, I was scared and just put my heart into it."

Ilyas stared at me with a new flash of incomprehensible suspicion in his eyes, then muttered:

"All right, I'll tell you. Until the day after tomorrow. At 15 exactly. "- turned around and went into the hall.

I decided to go to Boxing. First, for General physical development, and secondly, to be able to protect yourself more professionally, or something... Third, to make the figure athletic and inflated, which was not particularly the case now. Well, I would also like to look sexier, otherwise there will be nothing to catch with Irochka.

As for my mother, I'll lie to her first about the wrestling section that has resumed work, and then we'll see - " I stretched again and tucked the pillow more comfortably.

But all this is bullshit! The most important thing was something else! Finally, I found something specific about the treasure!

Continuing to dig the Internet, in search of ways to instantly enrich myself, I came across the following note on the website of the "Journal of archaeologists and treasure hunters", among other things:

"14.05.97. in the Leningrad region found a treasure of Soviet money. Marina lukova, a resident of the village of Repino in the Leningrad region, turned out to be the owner of an unusual treasure. Preparing for her daughter's wedding, the woman decided to get rid of old furniture and update the interior. About to throw away an old bed brought to the village by her late grandfather, a General after the war, the owner of antique furniture asked a neighbor to help with this task. The neighbor, in turn, considered that an old German bed might be of interest to collectors and turned to a familiar antique dealer. The bed interested the specialist not only in its interesting design. Examining the furniture, the antique dealer noticed that there were traces of suspicious work on the bottom of the bed. After cutting the upholstery fabric, he found a real treasure consisting of Soviet banknotes in denominations of 25, 50 and 100 rubles issued in 1961. Carefully arranged with straw, the money was sewn to the bed filler with ropes. In total, more than 250 thousand rubles were hidden in the bed - an unthinkable amount for Soviet times, and today useless pieces of paper. The Santa Marina the Onion, after the war he was chief of Lenvodproject and could not simply be saving such a huge sum. The granddaughter suggested that the money hidden in the bed could have been earned by her grandfather for German trophies that he brought from Germany, but she never saw them herself, but only heard from her late grandmother. Why the banknotes remained untouched over the years remains a mystery. Perhaps the owner of the fortune did not want to attract too much attention to his person. Especially since his wife was German. After learning about the find, Marina lukova checked all the furniture in the house, but the hidden money was no longer found."

BINGO!!! Ready-made live money and do not mess with the deadly sale of gold-diamonds! However, you need to get into someone else's house, cut open the bed and still be able to escape. But, in any case, it seems easier than looking for someone in the city who will buy a gold bar or a diamond tiara from a teenager!

In my first childhood, I definitely would not have dared to try such an operation, but now there was no doubt at all. Moreover, the money was hidden in the country, and not in a city apartment.

Although, frankly, there were problems on the most "do not spoil". It is not clear how to look for the house of this Onion Marina in Repino and where to find time to follow her and her house. From 9 am to at least 2 PM I am at school, and from 18 to 19 PM my mother comes home from work. That is, there are only 4 hours a day that are not controlled.

I have to go to Repino for at least an hour, so it takes at least 3 hours to get back and forth on the road. One hour for watching the house on the day. Not funny! In addition, you need money for the metro and train, there and back. I don't know how much the train costs now, but I also assume that it runs on a schedule that may not coincide with mine at all.

How do I legalize money in front of my mother? How do I spend illegal money? You won't even be able to buy anything. Okay, we need to get the money and re-hide it, and then I will solve the problems associated with their availability. Maybe at least a restaurant with Ira will do. All 250 thousand, f**k! Frustrated, I fell asleep...

The next day I decided to take a ride in Repino. After school, I took the 6th bus and went to the nearest metro station - "Vasiliostrovskaya". This was the first time in my second childhood that I found myself in the Leningrad metro.

God, how I liked the smell of the Leningrad metro in the past and still like it now! It is not to be confused with any other. No metro in the world that I have managed to travel in smells so excitingly pleasant as the Leningrad metro!

Then I had another shock. I forgot that the subway used to have automatic change machines. You could go to such an iron box and throw 10, 15, or 20 kopecks into it, and after a moment's hesitation, the box would throw out the number of nickels you were supposed to have. Often they were completely new and instead of dark oxidized and dirty-rubbed you had in your hand a new dazzling gold Soldo of Pinocchio himself!

Cbms... Very old roof went on the basis of sentimental memories of childhood. He's got a haze to carry around so that he can cut down the love on live, and he's remembering fairy tales, I tried to pull myself together. It didn't help much. I exchanged my 20 kopecks with a joyful sinking of the heart. Yes, and I made a wish, moron, that if at least one of the piglets is new, then everything planned will be realized very easily! A few seconds later, I had four gold nickels in my hand, glittering as if they had just come out of the press. Hmm, but the fate...

At the Finlyandsky railway station, I found suburban ticket offices and took a ticket to Repino - 35 kopecks. Another lucky billionaire unfinished, find in the nightstand of the Desk a plastic jar of cleaning paste, with change for 2 rubles 72 kopecks. The former " I " seems to be collecting something. However, now my investment of this money will be clearly more profitable!

The car was half empty. A few rustic-looking aunts wrapped in shawls, and a tall, dark-faced man with a big black shepherd dog on a leash. However, the man came out after a couple of stops and then I went to Repino exclusively in the company of conditionally "beautiful ladies" and their numerous cats.

I didn't plan anything for this trip. I didn't even expect to find the house of Lukina M., I just wanted to see what Repino is, which I've never been to, and evaluate the "front of work". Moreover, the time for" assessments " was no more than an hour - the departure of the return train was running out.

Our train arrived at a typical suburban platform, with a snow-covered sign "Repino", and I followed all the people who came out on the platform. A trickle of people flowed slowly along a path trodden in the snow, towards the one-story houses that were visible, and when it reached them, it began to dissolve.

The village was small, four streets long, and I kept behind everyone to avoid attracting too much attention. In addition, he pulled his fur hat over his forehead and tried not to look anyone in the face. The village at this time was mostly a country village - I read this on the Internet, and inhabited houses were easily identified by the Smoking pipes above them. There were no more than a dozen of them, and the rest of the houses and cottages looked out at the street with dark, uninhabited Windows.

Surreptitiously examining the houses, I wandered aimlessly through the streets for half an hour and was about to move towards the station when one of the houses caught my eye. It was not much different from the others, maybe it was just a little larger in size: dark green, wooden, but with a claim to architectural excesses, in the form of carved white architraves and a large glazed veranda. It wasn't even a house that caught my eye, there were half a dozen larger houses in the village, but a fence around the house. It was about two meters high, blank and well-painted, the same dark green paint as the house itself. The Domina was obviously adapted for year-round living, but its chimney showed no signs of life. The high fence allowed me to see the house itself only from a distance, where the street went downhill and where, in fact,I was now.

I started down the hill, and as I passed the gate of the house that had caught my attention, I looked at the usual blue mailbox attached to it. Two names were written on it in neat white letters: 'Knezevic B. M.', and below 'Lukin M. B.'

***

I managed to get home that day, literally 10 minutes before my mother. The return train was more than half an hour late.

The next few days were spent pondering the problem of how to find time for operation Repino. I kept going to school and started going to the Boxing section, but all I could think about was one thing.

At school, I still studied without straining and regularly received "a's", which in my opinion, has already begun to surprise teachers. At the very least, calling me to the Board or noticing my raised hand has become much less common.

Laminin appeared in class a few days after the fight and diligently pretended that I did not notice the high lifting up the your noticeably swollen nose. Dimka and a couple of other guys from our class told me lushchinin's version that he allegedly had a broken nose and, if not for this, in that fight he would have "knocked Seleznev out at once". I, all three times, when I heard this version, nodded my head and commented that "everything would have happened this way". Than achieved an unexpected effect, instead of the topic of the fight subsiding, it began to be discussed with renewed vigor, and the class community came to the conclusion that Lushchinin was incredibly lucky that he passed out with the first blow, then "it would have been even worse". Stas had also heard these rumors, and he had completely lost heart. However, I didn't give a damn about the rumors or Lushchinin's feelings.

I've been to the Boxing section twice already. Ilyas put me in the initial group, but after the first lesson he transferred me to a group that has been studying for a year. In this group, I found out that our coach Ilyas Retluev is a Boxing champion of the USSR and Dagestan, as well as a police captain of the local police Department. He leads the Boxing section on a voluntary basis, and the group where I performed so well consists of only policemen! And the defeated Leonid is not "a couple of years older than me", but a full 21 years old, just looks very young. At the first training session Releev showed me quite a bit of attention and a couple of times studying with me himself. In the second lesson, he took the " paw " and told me to hit as hard as I could. "With all my strength" was enough for six times. In the face Relieve to say anything was impossible, but apparently the force of the blows him a little surprised. Me too. After that, for the rest of the training session, he personally increased my load, but I survived.

However, all these events were a secondary background for me. The main thing in life now was - Repino. At home, I checked everything I could on the Internet and found that major General Boris gnedevich (1898-1977) was the Deputy commander for the rear of the 26th army during the war. Then he served in East Germany, was the military commandant of Altenburg, and after returning to the Union worked as the head of Lenvodoresurs, until his death. In any case, my conscience must be clear. Boris Moiseevich himself is no longer there and no one will know about his stash until 1997, and then it will be just useless paper. And doubt, in the unrighteousness of funds acquired by a citizen of Knezevic B. M., no.

But how can these' unrighteous funds ' be withdrawn?! Technically, everything was ready. Despite the fact that we did not have an adult male in the family, almost all the working tools in the house were available. So that the incoming hard workers would not have a reason to get away "for the tool" in order to drink on the received Deposit. Wisely. Ha!..

The backpack, which had to be Packed with a maximum of 100 money packs, was ready, and I also prepared a separate bag for tools. I decided to take with me an axe, a hammer, small nails to then nail the torn skin back, a folding knife, a crowbar, and a flashlight. In the hardware store, I looked for plastic wrap for greenhouses, I planned to wrap the money in it to hide it somewhere. Only where?! You can't dig a hole-it's winter. There is no garage. I don't have my own dacha, just an apartment. And in it I can safely hide only the iPhone, so that my mother did not stumble. Seriously considered the option to take the suitcase to the Luggage storage. But only in automatic, in manual steal-I heard from my mother.