Nicolay Lakutin - Code of honor. Storybook

Для подготовки обложки издания использована художественная работа автора. Обложка книги разработана автором в дизайнерской программе и является интеллектуальной собственностью Николая Лакутина .

The idea of the book was written at the wheel at a speed of 70 km/h, crossing the Central street of the city of Novosibirsk, in order not to lose the idea.

They say risk is a noble cause. Yes, not in this, of course, the case, but still nice to know that such "fucked up" guys capable of crazy things for the sake of the goal, has not yet transferred to the Russian land!!!

So, let's go…

Late Friday night. It was dark and the second day with no end pouring a wall of rain. And on the provincial Russian road between the woods and plains the old Nissan fairly tired for the sixteen years of operation goes. And the driver, man, no, rather a man of thirty-two years, without leaving behind the helm for the past thirteen hours, also doesn't look fresh and cheerful. Perhaps his depressed mood is connected not only with the tricks of the weather, but also with the fact that before leaving he had to "fight" at work, where they do not really like to let workers leave early from work on Friday.

"Fucking system, just workers for the people do not believe but as superiors on the head nastuchat, the plan will raise, and the timing will be pruned, so to us just to "please" and excuse me, please, just to help their burning Asses from the furnace is removed, but then again, we office plankton, nobody, hardworking…»

Radio waves are no longer readable, all the discs with music have already been played, and they are already tired, for a couple of years, completely lost these hackneyed tunes on the ears. And now only hear the rain fall as the tires cut through water on the cracked asphalt, and the wind whistles in the small gap of the window opening of the door.

"I often asked for something for four years of impeccable work? Took a leave of absence? Failed? I love my job, and I guess that's why I do it perfectly, but it's kind of stupid, in my opinion, only by raising the tone and using unpleasant words to keep a person if he had to leave early today. You never know what it could be the reason, I don't understand."

Workers thoughts and nervousness was interrupted in one second, suddenly appeared a yellow silhouette on the road.

"What the hell is that thing?»

The car produces a sharp braking screech from under the wheels. Blow, and slightly changing the trajectory, but holding the road, the driver stops the car.

"What was that? And what happened to the side-view mirror… damn…»

Coming out of the car and after fifteen meters back, a man sees a girl of about twenty-five in the yellow raincoat. She sits on the side of the road and because of the rain is almost not heard her quiet timid crying.

"There's a hospital nearby," she said through tears.

Twenty minutes later they were in the local hospital. The doctor on duty examined the abrasions and bruises, said that there was nothing terrible, the bruises will come down in about a week and a half, wished to be more careful in the future, and went to finish his tea. And already sitting in the car, the driver first spoke to her: – "Well, how are you?»

"Yes, as you say… crappy, in General»

"Something hurts? Did the doctor catch up?»

"No, everything exactly, take place, there is another thing. What's shorter? Dobros me over until the turn and get out," – retorted the girl.

After passing the village of puddles and mud, after the slow rotation, releasing the girl, the driver said: "You have it, sorry."

The kid is barely out of the car, but suddenly sat back, slamming the door behind him.

"Come on, let's go somewhere from here, well –" she suddenly began to whisper. The car drove off on the main road about a kilometer and stopped at the nearest parcel.

"All right, next exit to the track."

But the girl remained silent and continued to sit in place. In such a silence passed even a few minutes.

"I would like to go," continued the driver.

"Go, I'm holding you?"suddenly something like this with a twinkle and spark in her voice she said. And continued through a prolonged pause – -" and you are the original. Almost killed a poor girl, and just like that, I'm sorry."

"Somehow we are not much moved on "you". What's your name, poor girl?»

"Sveta".

"Light – star min… mrrr… Svetlana means".

"I'm now a blow job would be wit, I'm not going," and with such a sly smile and stared at the driver that he was a little confused, even a little flushed.

" .mm.. for some reason I was sure that you did not know this simple saying. My friends call me Miha."

"And friends?»

"And you, too, the original," the driver smiled now,"How I love this country."

Again silence. But in a different way.

"What are you doing on the road-middle of the night?»

The girl paused, and then, as if continuing the thought, said:

"Okay, there I live, let's go, I'll put tea, there everything and tell, and you can not hurt to rest until someone else on the hood is not rolled – – with a tired smile spoke Sveta, – only put the car away from home, over there, closer to the forest, no one will touch it."

"Well, come in, do not be shy," the hostess invited the guest, and disappeared behind the open door.

Dark unlit corridor, some steps, the smell of tarred rail sleepers, which built a shack.

"Yes, I was thrown by a hard one.Ow? Where's the door?"– stumbling and stumbling, quietly boomed overnight guest.

After a few seconds, opened the door, and she asks, grabbing his lapel of his shirt, dragged Mike into the house.

"Drop your boots here, get on the couch, sit down, lie down, whatever you like."

She closed the door, took the kettle, took a scoop of water from a full tank, and then disappeared for a couple of minutes behind the partition. Out of the corner they could hear only some noises and knocking porcelain cups.

Misha barely settled on the couch, as the eyes themselves began to stick together, the eyelids grow heavy, her body went limp and feel all the fatigue of the past day. On fatigue impact grater at work and a languid drive and recent developments made at certain points to be subjected to experiences.

"It's been a long time since I was so not cut down" – flashed in the minds of half-asleep thought.

But from the embrace of Morpheus guy brought touch. It was so gentle and light that I did not want to open my eyes and say or move anything at all, so as not to frighten off this euphoria.

"Twenty minutes later we have hot water, tea shop, I do not recognize, therefore we will drink my tea brewed with herbs, hope you enjoy it".

Silence…

"Hey, Mariiiii, the fuck to sleep or something here? Who wanted to hear the story of how I got on the road in the middle of the night? Yes, and I would be interested to know what the hell you're doing on the old bypass road. Basically everything on a new track ride, this branch is a dead end already half a year as".

"Huh?"– cried in sleepy Kumar Bear.

"Aha, good morning, we present the ticket for travel!»

Bear opened his eyes, looked around, and, assessing the situation, stared with a questioning look on Svetku. A girl sat side by side on the same sofa, her hand, hugging her and holding her Teddy Bear, tugged at the button on his shirt.

"And tea?"with quiet shyness said guy.

"And we have twenty more minutes!"softly and tenderly whispered the girl, laying a second hand on his shoulder and holding her even closer and stronger.

"Now, friends call me Mas", – an hour later, said the Bear, lying on the unfolded sofa hugging with one hand, the recent friend.

"Well, Mas, now you just have to marry me," – sounded with a slight irony from the mouth of Sveta.

"Yes, I am, in General, are happy, not confused Micah. Well, the one wife I already have, the vacant seat only in the post second wife, are you okay? You mind?»

"Not against, the more that I have, too, there is one husband. Actually, I saw it when I got out of the car on the turn".

After a pause she went on:

"Yes washed down, bitch. Here we have only moonshine from entertainment, well, he has fun from morning to evening with friends-drinking buddies. Two months already the case to marital obligations did not reach, and two months ago, so too, the breeze, no more…

He and home for a week is not claimed, all in the barns, the Mitki, Vadiki cups is measured. Yesterday I myself went to him in the evening. Nicely, kindly, like, home, enough, I you wait, yearn, and he went out, slut. Vadka long with Mitya me the wedges were knocked out, and I'm in denial, that can be seen and whispered to him a fool for something. And he believed. We live with him for the second year, so we came together in a civil marriage, and spent the night at home how many times, you can count on the fingers."

The girl clung to the Bear harder and with a heavy sigh, he continued.

"He offended me greatly. I went to his mother with a folder, complained, and they told me that, they say, people just will not talk, I see was a sin."

"And what, because this decided my car to rush?»

"Of course not. I went to unwind, wash off the dirty rain all these emotions and about an hour walking through the woods, out on the road. It almost no one goes already half a year, since a new branch is empty, and I see a car coming, and in front of the hole the rain washed away, so I crossed the road to stand in this pit, for you to notice me and went round, a raincoat, bright, yellow, differently you'd notice. And then she got even for her kindness."

"And the pit was healthy there? I haven't seen her at all."

"Normal, the wheel would have left for sure".

Bear pressed to his Savior, gently kissed and whispered quietly: "Thank you" – and then added: – "for everything. So, what's with the tea?»

"So, you say the road is a dead end?"– drinking big gulps podstawski tea asked Micah.

«Yeah. In a few kilometers, you'd be buried in building blocks. There every spring before the ground washed away. Repair every year tired, and let a new bypass road, and here last spring repair work and abandoned… »

The conversation was interrupted by a knock at the door.

"Open up, bitch," came a drunken belligerent voice from the corridor.

"This husband, Gregory,' whispered she asks him to sit quietly, the door was locked, he now Portuguese Yes sleep there, in the hallway, business as usual. Sleep will be before lunch, in the morning you will leave quietly."

"Don't you understand? – stuttering, moaning bellowed at the door husband, and rattled the pots and pans settled down in some part of the dark corridor. – I know who underground radish color," the sleepy drunk slurred accent said Gregory.

Silence spilled through the rooms of the house, capturing the streets and the nearby outskirts. Gregory was sleeping.

Svetka, silently, buried herself in the rain-drenched window of the next room, through the curtains of which the dim moonlight pierced.

"You know –" she said, " I want to get out of here. Forever. Start a completely different life," she had a look from the window to Mishkin knees and not looking him in the eyes whispered: "You don't understand."

Never wanted to Bear so help anyone as I wanted to help this lost in a girl. But he didn't know how to do it. And indeed it is quite a bad situation. For some last few hours he almost flew off the road, unexpectedly changed his wife and now sits in a closed house in an unfamiliar village with an unusual and a little strange girl with a passionate desire to help her.