anything, God got everything. He lived on the street and put all the money received by deceiving extortion on a hostel. So he was a sensual guy and preferred business negotiations instead of fights.
Vika, the only female bum among us, is young and already a little swollen from drinking daily meth. She used to live in Estonia, in a noble rich family. After she successfully married and moved to her uncle with her husband in Pskov, where her husband killed his uncle, and they sold his hut, but she received no money and went on the run to St. Petersburg. I arrived in the summer and went on to understand, but national discrimination survived her from the panel, and she joined us through Tarzan. She drank and lost her presentation. True, she was still given for the service, but very drunk clients, and then only a half dollar and no more.
Dima, the next element of our group wore, drove – Churka. He looked like smoked bacon, earned money strictly in churches. I went with a backpack and said that he wanted to go home to Kazakhstan. And this has been happening for twelve years. He spent half of his money on himself, and half on a hostel.
And more about Lyokha. Lyokha was a moron for honey. He was wearing a dumb card and a card: a black ivy coat in the elbow region torn at the seams and a light gray layer was visible, which humiliated his appearance to the state of a charomyga. His plush light hat looked like a guerrilla. All that was missing was a red ribbon on the visor like the guerrillas, but it was replaced by spots of blue paint. She was also visible on the fingers of his hands and cheeks, which he scratched when the paint had apparently not yet dried. And he got dirty on the eve of the morning, when we met him at the subway. He explained this by the fact that the guards with the metro asked him to paint a plywood border near a street tree, set on New Year’s Eve for fifty rubles. But he agreed to this enterprise, but no brushes were found and Lech used a shoe Brush, and scratched his cheeks because they scratched, and his hat was clutched with painted hands because lice clogged a head that is no more than a cat’s head in diameter and this is not funny. In the evening, a snowstorm blew off the tree. But Lyokha was a difficult moron, and bio-terrorist inclinations, more precisely, when he asked for money for bread, no, not so. When he screamed for bread all over the street, many simply shied away from him, and then, plucking a handful of lice under his arm or from his head and other places, he threw them up, quietly running over the collar of the victim, who turned out to be greedy wives new Russians and different nationalities. And he secretly laughed, cursing them for four generations. That was Lech. Then he suggested that we go in the evening to Nikolaev Church, located near Sennaya Square and shear money.
Of course, Churka and Vika departed from the proposed, they say, an empty idea. Dima went to Kukuyevo to his fellow countryman, and Vika arranged a bottle of wine with the deaf Kostya, who was really without an ear, they cut him off in Chechnya and didn’t kill him, but that’s another story.
Having eaten in the cold hot food cooked in the fresh air and in the center of the metropolis and drinking it with alcohol, we went about our business like bees.
There was money on the subway and we had to jump over the barriers. Lyokha, not rich in growth, calmly walked under the turnstile, bending slightly. Tarzan crawled under a portable fence, and I, with my one hundred and thirteen kilograms, went through the turnstile, clinging in a dense groin to a walking slender thin student, or rather to her elastic buttocks, thereby falling into the space of moving steps and horizontal bars. The girl gasped tenderly when I pushed her harder with my “screwdriver” apologized and ran, lost in the crowd. Down in the lobby of the subway we met. After waiting for the train, we pressed into a carriage full of crampons and…
Tarzan yelled at the whole car from the other end:
– — Wake up when we arrive!!! – climbed to the seats and insolently threw out the seated clerks and managers. Obmateril them and went to bed. People silently and patiently resented. True, two young people wanted to cure the melon, but one of them closed his eyes in an instant and hung pressed by the crowd. It’s just that Tarzan had been family for several years in the zone with a former Tibetan monk, a martial arts expert.
Upon reaching Sennaya Square, we rushed to the escalator. Someone ran up behind, kicked Tarzan at the coccyx and ran away, proving that the St. Petersburgers, who were not convicted, were not fagots at all, there were still heroes of the Neva and just didn’t give up. Tarzan, though local, silently watched him.
Rising on the escalator, with nothing to do, Tarzan proceeded to scuff the Humanoid like a puppy. He snapped, bit, and, resisting, was angry.
– — Stop it, Tarzan! – correcting his hat, growled Lech. – Finish!!
Tarzan temporarily stopped, and the Humanoid, seizing the moment, twisted his hat on himself and took it off, began to publicly crush the lice. Tarzan did not like this, as well as pedestrians standing and rolling on the escalator.
– — What are you, cattle, disgrace us?? he yelled at the entire subway and continued to shake the Humanoid. Lyokha could not stand it and pushed the “monkey rabbit”, he stumbled and fell on his back, squeezing the innocent standing passengers. From the side of the falling crowd indignation followed. Because of Tarzan, everyone standing on the right, and then on the left, began to fall. And only a stop by the escalator manager saved from injuries, but increased the force of the fall. A heap of small was already visible below.
From the subway we got ridiculed, and Tarzan with a fingal.
– — Well, where’s your kushu-wushu? asked the Humanoid. – what, schmuck, got it?
– — Shut up, bastard. – Snarled Tarzan, applying snow to his eye. – Better go get a port.
– — Lovers, is the church far? I asked.
– — Out. Blue glows, see the dome? – showed Lyokha.
– — Well, to hell with yourself, how much more to cut it?! – I was surprised to see the distance from us to her, as to Beijing.
– — Nothing, you need to take the sled from the child, and the freak will take you. – pinned Tarzan.
– — You’re a freak yourself!! – Lech snapped and thereby caused a riot of Tarzan.
– -Are you still here? Did you buy wine?
– -And for what?! the Humanoid asked, bulging his little rat eyes.
– — On your ass! Went away, stinking dog!! – ordered Tarzan.
– — What are you yelling, that?! – offended Lyokha.
Honestly, if I had money, I would give it to him, but such was only observed in the Humanoid. He always had money. Only he thought that we do not know, and we thought that we know, since we always stood behind him.
After drinking a bottle of port, Lech froze and trudged after us. Going out onto the straight sidewalk, we were no longer worried.
– -Shameless!! – we heard a loud, old voice. Turned around and saw Lech standing, who was simply writing in the middle of the sidewalk, not paying attention to passers-by. And only the old gypsy grandmother made a remark to him. He reacted differently. He pulled out the Soviet opener on duty and without hiding shame, and without even stopping to empty it, grabbed it by the collar and waved the opener.
– — Right now, old one, I’ll gouge my eye out.
– — Lyoha, brakes. Are you a fool? – we stopped him.
– — And you with him?! You have to shoot!! – escaping from the shaggy paws of the Humanoid, the old woman screamed, running away.
– — It is necessary to shoot you. – and we grabbed Lyokha by the armpit and carried about five meters, threw him into a snowdrift to cool off. After smoking, we continued on.
Having dispersed the gypsy beggars and old women at the church, we put Leha with his hat off at the entrance to the porch, and we went, as he was told, to the temple to pray to God, so