Leonid is my old friend. We got acquainted twenty three years ago. Now the young man is twenty nine years old. You, probably, guessed that he isn’t immortal as me, he is an ordinary person. Both, day and night works in the auto repair shop which he got from his late father. Our acquaintance with Lionya, happened in 1986, when the kid Lionka was six years old. But earlier per day I got acquainted with his father Alexey. Everything occurred quite unexpectedly. I hunted in that part of the city, everything went silently, peacefully, as usual speak. I noticed then one men’s company. When I went to bank to withdraw some sum, at a cash desk I was faced by the stout man with a bald patch, in a leather jacket, years of forty. The stranger cheerfully communicated with someone by phone, sometimes laughed. He agreed with the interlocutor to gather by cars in one place, where no one will prevent to spend time, far away from a civilization. He called exact coordinates of the meeting place. I suggested to meet in cafe, and all together to take off from there. I overheard how you already understood, this conversation and decided to use. By the necessary time I drove up to the suburb where the necessary forest originated. I won’t paint everything in details, I will tell that through the forest it was necessary to walk. With my abilities it was easy. Three men appeared, they sat round a fire on the earth. One held a guitar in hand and played slow pleasant music, singing words. One of them went to a toilet, on what I actually counted. He warned that wants to depart for a while on “affairs” and walk through the thick plants. I crept to him and clamped a mouth hands. In a minute his corpse already lay before my feet. But then I wasn’t alone in the forest, the smell of blood was guessed by the werewolf. It got the remained two (the death occurred quickly therefore shouts were little). After, he noticed me, and decided that I deprived him having selected even the most part of “his” dinner. I managed to look in his big wolf eyes which shone gloss of rage, and paws touched one by one to me on a meeting. He looked at blood on my chin with rage of a mad, greedy predator. I rushed off to the city. The wolf pursued me with persistence of the psychopath. It became feel ill at ease, but soon, after some minutes of “jog” he wonderfully lagged behind. It came true, hardly I reached the street on which there was Alexey’s house. It stood most closer, detached, “independently” from all brisk street. Uncertain in the safety, I dropped in to garage. Over an entrance some sign hung, but I didn’t manage to sort words. Inside I saw old “Lada”, the dragged machine, isn’t known what year. The cover of a cowl was lifted, and from under the transport male feet in camouflage trousers and rubber slippers of black color stuck out. In a corner of the room there was a chair on which I without deliberating, and without asking permission sat down. Having remembered that I’m soiled by blood, I wiped and told.
– Hi, owner.
The muffled knocks on metal stopped, the man stood. Passed two seconds after from under Lada crept out a man forty five years, and with astonishment stared at me, sitting on the earth with a wrench in hands.
– I am busy today, drive the can tomorrow.
– Tomorrow? – unnaturally I was surprised.
– Late, I now will pick an hour or so more and…
– I can repair my can by myself, – I was lop-sided.
– You understand? – the owner took an interest.
– Well, and not bad enough, – I answered with enthusiasm.
– And here with what destinies?
– Robbers attacked, eight people, – I blurted out the first that turned up.
– Robbed? – having believed, he began to fuss.
– Weren’t in time, I got away from them.
– They won’t find you here?
– No, – I told, and added myself, – I hope.
– Perfect, – the man exhaled. – And how to call you?
– Kolya.
– Me Leha, – the owner was presented and got up from a floor to reap my hand.
That evening I showed the abilities and knowledge in mechanics area. Alexey offered a job at himself in auto repair shop. I agreed, but only out of politeness, and because of the attractive temper of this person. Next day, in the evening, I returned again to this workshop, repaired pair of cars, got acquainted with the young man Leonid. It appeared that Leha was the father of the little boy, the clever little son Lenya. Their workshop settled down in garage of the house, and on the second floor – housing, small apartments, with rather small bedroom, kitchen with one refrigerator, a sink, the shelf with ware and a lunch little table at a wall. Plus, bathroom: the combined bathroom, a toilet bowl on one square meter from a bathroom.
I repaired cars in a workshop not long, year, maybe one and a half, definitely I don’t remember. I was engaged in it not as the obliged person, but the amateur. Naturally, the salary was out of speech. After “dismissal” I came over to Alexey and Lionka, as the friend. In a year I became closer to them, learned something about their life. Alexey was a widower, his wife died when to the little son was without four days three years. What served as the reason of death of the spouse, the new friend was silent. After death of the wife Alexey didn’t marry, the boy was brought up by Alexey. They had no relatives, and except the father, Lionka had nobody. To support the “family duet” Alexey “stirred up” the small business, and proved tiny auto repair shop in the garage. Daily there come cars with some breakages, the master repairs one for another and receives cash for the done work. In general, not bad earnings!
So I had two new friends. Later, in a couple of years after our first meeting, I acquainted Alexey with Christina.
Chapter 3
On the way specified by Christina we went nearly an hour. The right place appeared far from our house. But as outside night, darkly, we reached quicker. Seldom in such late time you will meet any “Schumacher” which decided to drive while all sleep. Streets are empty.
I wouldn’t go to remove this garbage. But vampires have such contract for which non-compliance they will pay by life. And this contract consists of header point in which it is said that any person shouldn’t know about our existence, about vampires and werewolves. That contract serves as the true law for all damned sort. It was created by the primogenitor of our ancestors who didn’t deserve love and blessing of the Lord. All could already forget about these worthless, to whom not the necessary rules. But the matter is that the order is controlled everywhere by Artur Martimer. It does it through the “dear children”, the obedient, getting-up against his sacred word ghouls. They watch us. If something not so, Martimer knows about it earlier, than