– Forgive, we are familiar?
– Even more long than you think.
– What does it mean? Who are you?
– I was also afraid of it – not to be recognized. Think, attentively.
Decided to play “field of wonders”? Nerd. I’m not in the mood to solve his problems.
– Maxim Krasnov, – the interlocutor gave up.
– Max? – I was surprised. I didn’t expect a call from an old friend whom I didn’t see for five years.
– Bravo! You answered correctly, – said Max.
– I don’t trust my ears. Where are you? Are you ok?
– Not by phone, my friend. Can we meet?
– Of course, what a question!
– You didn’t move? – Maxim asked.
– No.
– And that, you never know. It would be awkward to come, present…
– Come to us.
– Wait. Bye.
– Till a meeting, – I told, but in phone beeps already sounded.
This week is simply full of surprises. First Amalia, now Maxim appeared. What surprises expect us still?
Despite the friend’s call, nevertheless the question “Where Christina excited?”. I perfectly know this girl, before leaving she surely would leave a precautionary note (the sister usually prefers to fix them on the refrigerator by a magnet). Or would send a SMS message, but I already checked phone, came nothing. I tried to call, but she was inaccessible, apparently on Christina’s phone the battery low. She is an adult girl, and has the right for a private life. I am obliged to remember it, but we live not in the fairy tale where everything is always remarkable, and comes to a “happy end”. Our world is confused, and from danger life isn’t insured. I worry very much for the little sister, suddenly something happens to her.
Having sat down on a sofa, I groped some newspaper nearby. On a turn recent date, the latest issue is designated. I considered familiar photo below. I got a pendant from a pocket, and compared the photo of the girl to the photo in the newspaper. Similarity is amazing – same person. From below, under the photo small article, in the paragraph from ten offers. In it said that from suburban orphanage children run every week. The last run away Elizabeth Sokolova, whose photo is observed by all, the residents holding this newspaper in hand. One offer is devoted to information on the strengthened trial of police in this puzzle as losses of children from a shelter. The guess is considered that there was mentally unbalanced maniac kidnapper. It is supposed that it is a certain Sergey Yuryevich Sokolov who tried to steal repeatedly his daughter from orphanage. Witnesses of its intentions to entice Lisa from a playground assure that the type as obsessed, the psychopath looked.
I think, they should consider also fault of workers of a shelter. It is possible to allow that tutors of orphanage unworthy treated with orphans, and it is possible, resorted to violence. All got used to blame maniacs while in article it is told about escapes, but not about kidnappings. But it isn’t so important. In the photo I recognized the girl, and she is similar to the daughter of that as now it is known, Sergey Sokolov whom I finished off recently.
Hands fell, the newspaper fell to a floor, the eye was fixed forward, and thoughts somewhere in zero gravity. I want to find this girl. I don’t care if the police perhaps already looks for her, I will try to make it the first! Ask, why it to me?! After all in the world fully same to nobody necessary and it is possible to become interested in them. Unless the difference between children is great, all of them are equally small. But something pulls me to this child, pulls, as to the native.
What I will tell about the police, hardly they will begin to tire themselves with searches of the strangers not necessary for them children. Whether already it is really so important for them?! But they also don’t penetrate that it is about the child. Nobody knows what’s with the girl and where is she. This news has to be learned, but not pass by. No one will become interested, all are excited by the problems. Having considered the photo I understood whom killed. It appears my victim which now feeds small fishes and other inhabitants of a reservoir, called Sergey Sokolov.
Here I decided to start immediately clarification of details about life of my victim, after all it can bring me to Lisa. Ask, why to me it? I don’t know, but something in me speaks to do so. My idea is higher than all rules, but after it’s said that rules are exist in order to violate them. Isn’t it?! Especially I want to try very much to find the girl.
Having learned enough from this newspaper, I curtailed it, put aside, and thought. A minute later outside rustles and illegible speeches were heard. Right there the door opened. Christina entered and having noticed me told
– Hi brother.
– Hi, – tearing off my mind from gloomy thoughts, I answered. It didn’t interest me anymore where my sister was. The main thing is she returned live and healthy, and the rest is unimportant.
– Are you ok? – having noticed my severe thoughtful face, Christina took an interest.
– No, everything is all right. How was hunting? – thoughtlessly I asked, without having thought why.
– What? Which hunting?! What do you take me for? We aren’t able to afford to play about blood every day. You and know about it yourself. – With these words the sister passed and sat down on a chair.
– You are manumission, do what you want.
– I don’t deny, but I am not so mad, – Christina crossed the legs and crossed hands before a breast.
– Sorry, I didn’t want to call you by the spoiled bitch, – I monotonously and smoothly said. Words took off imperceptibly as if thoughts sounded aloud. I didn’t wish to tell it by no means. It turned out because the head was occupied by another, and conversation with Christina only distracted me.
– How you called me? – the sister was indignant. Her face changed, and on it there was a grimace of the offense mixed with some soft rage.
– I’m sorry, I didn’t want to offend you, – having regained consciousness and having left a trance, I justified.
– I didn’t expect such from you, – with these words Christina got up from a chair and went to the room.
– I didn’t want., – with expression I threw after the sister. It is sure, she heard, but it won’t change anything.
My words were of course not from pleasant, but for some reason I didn’t regret about them. Probably it is good that I told it. This is the result of that boiled for many years. All the time I dreamed to speak and it wasn’t represented a case. Constantly I was at the sister’s lead. Where she wouldn’t go, everywhere dragged me with herself. Parents sang under her pipe: if she wants that I was near her, mother and the father will force me to carry out desire of the younger little sister. But after all it is youngest for some two years, that damn two years. So was when we were part of human race. I remember, it was lived before that when it was possible appear in front of my friends without Christina, they were pinning me up: “Left the sister at home?” It angered.
I remained alone in the room on the first floor. Christina escaped to the room, offended. And I needed only to think, how to occupy “the majesty”. I remembered about a pendant with photos, and the hand itself stretched in a pocket. But I didn’t find it. Once again I searched the clothes, and it is again empty. What the hell?
I came off and rushed to a corridor on the second floor. I saw each centimeter of a floor, but also didn’t find anything. I entered the bedroom. I checked