Egor hit his legs with a stick, the convict broke like an aspen. Before he could recover, the fighter hit the bald skull with a stick with such force that pieces of the brain flew across the peeling walls of the old bathroom. Wiping his wife 's face , he asked in a whisper:
– How much?
– Two, – Sveta sobbed, – Egor, the boys …
But Egor was already standing under the door to the bedroom, silently opening the door, he saw that the children were alive. The elder kissed bandit's hand in tears, the younger one peed and there was a huge puddle on the floor under him. Before the children could utter an exclamation of joy, Egor wrung the neck of the second. Instantly grabbed the home phone and said:
– Brother, trouble. Take the gypsy from our training hall.
Under the cover of night, three male figures loaded two bags of potatoes into the trunk of an old Vladimir's car.
They returned in the morning, tired, with burning eyes.
Neither Yegor, nor Volodya, nor the Gypsy, nor the family ever remembered this terrible August evening, as if it had never happened. Egor's mother slept under the influence of sleeping pills in a small room, and when she woke up in the morning, she asked Sveta and the children not to be sad, and that she would definitely recover.
In September, exactly a month later, Anatoly Podnebesny, the head bandit who was looking at Tver and the Tver region, was stabbed in his own market, where he was collecting tribute. The killer in the hood was buying apples from a merchant, and when Podnebesny with his retinue caught up with the counter, the killer allegedly accidentally scattered apples, distracting bulls (security guard) and sixes (servants) and plunged a sharpener right under the heart. The mafioso died instantly, but the killer did not see it, easily jumped over the counter, dived into the warehouse and disappeared through the back door. At the exit from the warehouse, they found gloves and a black, long hoodie with a hood.
On this day, the Gypsy lost a fight on the tatami to Egor when he saw that people who should be afraid entered the hall.
Egor knew one of them, the bandit Kolya of St. Petersburg was a supervisor of a large district in Moscow, and they met at competitions and trained together to pass for a black belt, the first dan.
He didn't know the other two, but he guessed that thieves in law were interested in him.
– Let's get acquainted, nice person. They say you've filled up a lot of Dirty stuff… and finished two of his sixes at home?
– Who's talking? Egor asked calmly.
– Our ears and eyes speak, the source is true. Here they wanted to ask you, did you teach your fighter or did you go to the market to cut a pig yourself? – he coughed, but he didn't take the cigarette out of his mouth, – You see, the damned consumption, I've already leaned back for a long time from the prison, but it's a bitch paw, it's eating me.
– Yes, okay, Gray-haired, you'll live another hundred years, – the third, the most terrible, hoarsely remarked. A short fifty-year-old man, in a beautiful crimson jacket, and in his hands a black leather raincoat. But the eyes. Those eyes burned with a black fire of hatred and malice, as if you were looking into the eyes of the devil himself.
And from the outside it seemed that five men were talking to each other, peacefully discussing the weather and their sores. But only a knowledgeable person understood that after talking with these three, there were blood stains on the walls, shell casings on the floor and heavy black garbage bags.
– I only killed two, they tortured my wife and children, I buried the corpses in the forest, I did everything myself, I didn't touch Podnebesny, I know that he sent the sixers, to take tribute from me, but I don't have money. Children pay for training when they can. Our factory have been closed, everyone has been reduced, families have nothing to eat, they cannot pay for children. And I'll get a little for rent. This is my truth. And you decide whether to believe or not.
– Do you know that your Gypsy failed him?
"I don't know," Egor answered honestly.
The gypsy, who was standing behind and heard everything, came forward:
– I slaughtered a pig, a little dirty. This bitch sent scumbags to the Coach's house. And the Coach, he's for me… like a father… more… and my mother is there and my brothers.... If it weren't for the bulls, I would have crushed this bitch with my hands until his vile blue tongue fell out.
The gypsy made this speech, the longest in his entire life.
And Kolya of St. Petersburg smiled: "Well, well, it's good to shake your snot on your fist, like women blurred, let go of another tear, asshole, look what a sentimental killer, he also chose a noble goal, a mother. Straight Bruce Lee against the Japanese.
– The Japanese are stronger, – said the Gypsy.
– Talk to me, puppy. Silence, grown-up uncles says.
Kolya finished this light skirmish with the Gypsy and defused the situation a little.
The third spoke and everyone fell silent.
– Egor, you will now be Gosha Tverskoy. Drove yours forever. You will walk under me. I'm holding Moscow, my guys control all the districts, I'm responsible for the general staff. I didn't like Tolya Dirty Podnebesny for a long time. There were a lot of complaints about him. He got involved with scumbags, he left too much dirt behind. He brought down one good, honest cop, now serious people have taken up arms against our inner circle. In general, your Gypsy did us a favor. But it was also not put by the last people, so your kid can get to be dead at any time. Take care of him, if he does not get caught, he will become an important person, according to concepts.
Next, train the children. My guys will come to you in the gym, take care of them. I don't take money from you, prepare good fighters for me. They will be engaged separately.
After this terrible ninety-second came the stage of formation and ascent. Egor started taking children to competitions, then founded a couple more schools in the region. When the hall in the basement in Tver could no longer accept those who wished, Egor moved to Moscow and opened the largest Kyokushin Karate school in all of Russia. Studying with Gosha Tversky was a matter of honor for all self-respecting authorities and fighters. Gosha put his friend Vladimir to train children's groups up to 15 years old, and he studied with adults. The school was wildly popular. He honestly gave part of the money from competitions, fees and certifications to the general bandit's staff, for this there have never been inspections and authorities in his schools. All teenage children from policia families to State Duma deputies dreamed of getting into Egor Levin's fight school, but the coach immediately cut off the spoiled, arrogant and drug addicts. Some offended parents came to deal with the arrogance of the coach and why the driver brought the stoned teenager from training ahead of time, but Egor immediately showed a legal document, a contract signed by the parents that alcohol and drug intoxication were not allowed in the section. Moreover, he had such a "roof" that he would have done without documents. For the fact that now his family was safe, he paid faithfully to the main Moscow bandits. Now, when the eldest studied at an elite lyceum, the youngest went to kindergarten with an English-speaking nanny, his mother had an operation and the tumor was removed (doctors predicted at least another ten to fifteen years of life), and his wife was smart and beautiful, opened her beauty salon on Tverskaya Street, symbolic for them, and dreamed of a daughter. The family did not know that every day their father and the head of the family could not come home alive. He went to all the major showdowns, participated in shootouts and changed cars affected by bullets. His family was guarded by fighters who were trained by Egor himself. Volodya and Gypsy always took turns being next to the family and Gosha Tversky.
At gatherings, former convict authorities shunned him because he was not sitting in prison. But communicating, watching the courage of the fighter, the training of youngsters, which he was engaged in, counting the money that the fighting business brought all over Russia, even the most inveterate and frostbitten were imbued with respect for him.