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ALL TO KILL IT IS IMPOSSIBLE 1 2 3	21 APARTMENT of the NEIGHBOUR. In apartment of the neighbour they, apparently, for the first time. Anton at once, in a bathroom, tries — whether there is light? Is. Conditions in apartment the poor: in a room — a table wooden, old, chairs well matched to a table, a dermatin sofa with platens, on walls razveshany pictures from magazines: portraits of marshals, Stalin, military fights. Anton directs to phone: it, bright red, costs on a bedside table at a window. Anton suffices a tube, nestles close to it an ear — its person sharply varies. Turns to Belief with Natashkoj. Anton. Swine! They, certainly, in a corridor cut off wires! (Zagnanno the gun looks round) Though where on a wall hung … Natashka. Daddies, and that if so: when all of them here will get — in a corridor after all will be nobody? We at doors will jump out and we will escape, and? Anton. Precisely! The good fellow, Natashka! To us only on street to jump out … Anton directs in a vestibule. At the neighbour too — two locks. Anton hurriedly twists, opens the top lock and only then sees, that the bottom lock from within does not open. In despair Anton what for rummages on a door fingers. Then stoops, nestles close to a door a forehead, closes eyes. Belief. Well, what, Anton? What? Anton is wearily developed, embraces the wife and the daughter, strong presses to itself. Inhales disturbing native aroma from hair. Also sobs. From a bathroom shouts, gogot, cheerful materki are distributed. The door with a crash swings open. The first flies Mordovorot with pig-iron section from the battery in a hand. Behind it — the Sonny, Patsanchik and, at last, the Girl. It already in jeans and the man's shirt clasped on one button. Anton, Belief and Natashka has frozen, with horror look at them. Mordovorot flies up to them, vigorously and cheerfully grunts. Mordovorot. A goat! It straight off thrusts an end face batarejnoj sections to Anton under dyh. Anton deafly ojkaet also breaks half-and-half. Belief and Natashka shout in a voice, rush to it. The sonny drags Belief, Patsanchik with the Girl — Natashku. That kicks, squeals. Anton with torments is straightened. On all it is visible — it almost without consciousness. Mordovorot with interests peers into it, hisses. Mordovorot. Spoke, paskuda — open! SHCHas I to you, padlo, will catch a high. SHCHas you at me zakemarish! He throws section on a floor, Anton ruchishchej for hair on a nape suffices, sharply bends his head some times, simultaneously kicking with a knee in the person. Two-three terrible, monstrous blows. Anton is disconnected. Darkness. 22 APARTMENT of the NEIGHBOUR. Anton gradually, is slowly restored to life. Through a rumble, noise waves squeal, shouts Natashki, Belief groans is cut through in its consciousness. Anton opens eyes. It is kneeling, is adhered to a radiator. Its person is awful: broken, swelled, one eye has swum away completely. Before it the terrible picture opens: in a niche at an opposite wall on dermatin sofa Mordovorot and the Sonny force Belief. On naked to a floor, it is direct before Anton, tortures Natashku Patsanchik. The girl to it, giggling, helps — holds Natashku, prevents to resist to it. Anton senselessly looks. Suddenly in a hall there is any movement. Someone has entered into apartment. In a room anybody does not notice it. But here the door in a room (it has been slightly opened) swings open wide open. On a threshold there is a neighbour — the grey-haired Old man, lame, with a cane, is dressed poorly: in the filthy jacket, the shabby military riding breeches. On a jacket — an award of a Patriotic War of 2nd degree. It is stunned over a measure, costs since a half-minute, having slightly opened a mouth and staring. Something wishes to tell, but only moves violet lips, showing toothless a gum. Suddenly it has got furious, does a step forward, knocks a stick about a floor. The old man (shepeljavo). It that such, and? It who has allowed, and? Prek-ra-tit! Patsanchik scaredly otshatyvaetsja from Natashki. The girl too is cautiously removed. The sonny, as well as in platform, at all does not pay attention on what, fidgets on the calmed down Belief which has run into a faint — enjoys. One reacts Mordovorot. It slowly, floutingly reeling fat back, approaches to the Old man, does a slight bow, makes a helpless gesture. Mordovorot. Excuse us, daddy! We any more will not be! And unexpectedly brutally beats the Old man in a stomach. That adheres to a wall and slowly slips on a floor. Its sight becomes glassy. Mordovorot with scope kicks it directly in the person. Mordovorot. Starper smelly — still shouts! (Anton) And you chyo hatched, a bough? Still hosh? It goes to Anton and beats its fist in the person. Anton hits a temple about an edge of the battery and is again disconnected. 23 STREET. Spring. It is light to street, clearly. Little girls in a public garden poured by gentle new greens laugh. Many smiling persons. Though, as well as everywhere today, it is a lot of and malicious, gloomy, beetle-browed physiognomies. On a bench before an input in a public garden the beggar in rvane, before it — a box from under "Snickerses" on the earth, in it a trifle sits. Anton walks with detachment, having gone deep in itself. To it not till the spring. It has changed terribly: has grown old, the nose is interrupted, as at the boxer, in a head the bristle is a lot of grey hair, hair for a long time not strizheny, on cheeks. Trousers mjatye. Approaches to the door a gloomy old building. The signboard "Office of Public Prosecutor" flashes. 24 LOBBY. Anton enters, something explains to the person on duty, that specifies to the right in a corridor. Anton goes, approaches to turn at a door, asks, who last, has a seat on a free chair. Waits, having thrown a foot on a foot and having hung a head, having linked in the hand lock. 25 OFFICE of the PUBLIC PROSECUTOR. Anton sits, having stooped, on a chair edge, frowningly looks at the owner of an office. The public prosecutor — luscious, smoothed — convincingly, putting hands to a breast, speaks, looks in eyes. The public prosecutor. Believe, Anton … e-e-e … Nikolaevich, you deeply are mistaken: son Evgenie Petrovicha could not participate in it. You perfectly know — the militia has carefully checked up: at it an incontestable alibi. It was not this day in a city in general. And the present criminals will necessarily find. Suffer. Anton (crookedly grinning). For half a year already search … The public prosecutor. Well, well, not all at once. Business difficult. Anton. And I to you repeat: I have learnt it at once, how have seen. I their in the person have remembered everyone. It it was — precisely I speak. The public prosecutor. Well, my dear Anton Nikolaevich to tell all it is possible, agree. Here there will be, let us assume, a person who will tell: «I precisely saw, how Anton Nikolaevich has punched a wall in apartment to the neighbour, has climbed and has killed him …» And? Anton (again crookedly grinning). Aha, and a daughter own has raped … The public prosecutor. Well, well, there are also such cases — fathers of daughters own force … Anton (turning pale, pripodymaetsja). You what is it speak? You that, scoff?! It does not have not enough breath, it tears a shirt collar. The public prosecutor jumps, pleskaet waters in a glass. The public prosecutor. It's nothing, that you! Excuse, for God's sake! This conversation have got. Calm down … 26 LOBBY of REGIONAL ADMINISTRATION. A table at an input. Behind a table — the Militiaman. Before it — Anton. Anton (firmly). While it will not accept me — I from here will not leave. The militiaman calls by phone, having covered a tube a palm, respectfully reports The militiaman. … yes, yes, demands … That?. Well. (Anton) Now to you leave, wait. From above the baldish Official will run on a carpet ladder. The official. It — you? Evgenie Petrovich are very occupied, they cannot accept you. And hours now, and day today — not receptions. Anton. I will not leave, I will not talk yet to it. It is necessary to me of all minutes five. (Not allowing to mind) I Repeat, I need to talk to it on the important business for it. The official disappears. Phone on a table of the person on duty after a while hoots. The militiaman suffices a tube, stands at attention. The militiaman. Is! Has understood! (Anton) Please, pass: the second floor on the left. 27 OFFICE. All is majestic. An immense T-shaped table. Over an armchair of the owner of an office — Impressive — by itself, a huge portrait of the President. Anton, as well as in Office of Public Prosecutor, sits having stooped, lours. Speaks, probably, repeating. Anton. Your son with friends has raped my wife and the daughter, has made me the invalid, has killed the old man-neighbour … Impressive (angrily knocking a well-cared fist on a table). Stop, eventually! These are your nonsense. Even from Moscow came, understood — that still is necessary to you? I understand, at you a grief, but after all and others to understand it is necessary … Anton. Where your son? I wish to talk to it. The impressive. I have told: my son in a city is not present, it — is far. And last time I warn: if you do not leave us alone — you have only yourselves to blame. Anton. What, in a mental hospital will hide? The impressive. In a mental hospital not a mental hospital, but measures we will accept. Anton (suddenly floutingly grinning). And if I measures the tonic — and? The impressive looks tensely, trying to understand. It is angry waves a hand. The impressive. Everything, I do not wish you to listen more! Good-bye. Anton (significantly). To svi-yes-nija! That's it — good-bye! Sharply rises, pushes away a chair a foot, goes to a door. Undertakes the handle, it is suddenly developed, on eyes — tears. Anton (growls). Not-on-vi-zhu! Leaves an office, sadanuv a massive door. 28 APARTMENT. Evening. Anton and Belief (it too has sharply changed, has grown old) sit in a room in armchairs, have with detachment stared in the TV. From the screen shots, shouts, groans, abuse reach — there is any American insurgent. Anton (has got tired). At Natashki was? Belief (unwillingly). Was. Anton. How it? Belief. All as. Silence. At Anton any strange indrawn sight. He about something tensely thinks, at the screen absolutely ceases to look. Rises, goes on kitchen, rummages in cases, in a table. Leaves on a loggia, searches there in a locker on a wall. Mutters. Anton. Where it has got lost?. At last, finds — a collapsible knife - "belochku", in a brown leather cover. Removes cheholchik, opens a knife, tries a finger an edge. Goes to a vestibule, rummages in a niche in a box with tools, finds oselok. Comes back to kitchen, densely covers behind itself a door, has a seat on a stool, covers sports house trousers with lampasami a newspaper, starts a knife to sharpen. From time to time listens — whether there is a Belief? The person at Anton concentrated, gloomy, resolute. 29 STREET. The late evening. Rare lanterns. Passers-by are not present. Anton, holding hands in raincoat pockets, goes measuredly, walking step, has reflected. And suddenly behind, because of the right shoulder — a voice: «Hey, the muzhik, matches give!» A voice any dangerous, concealing threat, vile. Anton instantly understand that vlip in history. It is lost, and, yet not knowing as to conduct, turns around and sees Patsanchika. That exactingly, impudently looks to Anton in eyes. Behind, steps to three, three more dark, netoropko going figures — the Sonny, Mordovorot and the Girl. Anton does not answer and does not stop, all continues to go the same walking step — from confusion. Patsanchik Anton for a sleeve suffices. Patsanchik. Well, matches are at you, I ask? Hey, you! Well stop! On a roadway cars — by, by … By are occasionally carried by! Anton slowly turns around to tripping sideways shakalyonku and outwardly firmly, haughtily, even slightly derisively utters. Anton. The young man, you though malenko think — to whom it is possible to stick, and to whom are not present? And again, not stopping, time-two, time-two … Patsanchik hardly priotstayot, is thrown by pair words with the, again catches up with Anton, again suffices for a sleeve. Patsanchik. Well stop, to talk it is necessary! Anton starts to turn to Patsanchiku, but suddenly does sharp movement, is pulled out from it uhvatistyh fingers and headlong runs along the street. And at once it becomes clear what is it — the DREAM. Anton tries very much, waves hands, strains, but runs as if on a breast in water — viscously, clumsily, terribly slowly. Footfall, shouts behind come nearer, persecutors already a stone's throw away … 30 APARTMENT. Anton twitches, released from a dream, raises a head from a pillow. It lays on a sofa, dressed — in a T-short, sports lampasnyh trousers. Behind a window — grows dark. The belief sits in an armchair at a window, something knits. Anton silently rises, goes to a bathroom, splashes cold water on the person, rinses a mouth, attentively examines itself in a mirror over a bowl. Suddenly does the furious person, a sight rigid. Anton (to itself). Here is how it is necessary! Leaves a bathroom vigorously, resolutely, pruzhinisto. Changes clothes in jeans, a shirt, a pullover. On a loggia gets a knife from a locker, releases from a cover, hides in a back pocket of trousers. Anton. Go, close for me. Belief. Where you? Anton. I will walk. Not waiting while the Belief will rise from an armchair, leaves apartment, having opened all locks, a bolt and a chain. 31 STREET. Anton goes on an evening city, attentively peers at passers-by. At times catches up with the guy or the girl, specifies — is not present, not that … 32 The MARKET. Morning. Anton wanders on the market, between numbers, comes in commission where trade in cosmetics and tape recorders. Deafening market noise curls. Flashing of persons. It is visible, that Anton is already tired from this roundabout, but continues to peer attentively at persons, even what for in moustached dark physiognomies of dealers from caucasus … 33 INPUT ON STADIUM. Anton costs sideways from turnstiles. Football day. Crowd of fans a continuous stream pryot on stadium. Anton looks, looks, looks … 34 CITY BEACH. Already in a heat May. Anton dressed, allocated among naked having a rest people, paces on a beach. At one Girl — it lays on a back, has closed the person a hat — Anton raises this hat: not it. The girl is thrown up. The girl. That it is necessary? Anton. Anything, anything, excuse! The girl. Cranky, yes? Here the husband now I will shout! Anton does not answer, goes further. 35 CITY PARK. Evening. Saturday. Weather excellent. Dances on a summer platform in a heat. Under deafening peals of fate it is trampled down, the crowd jumps. Anton goes round a dance pavilion, looks out. Hears, how behind, behind the back one Fellow speaks to another. The fellow. Mentjara, whether that? Look, someone sniffs up. Can — zvezdanyom?. Anton sharply turns around, looks fool in the face to the fellow. That, thin, long, in dzhinsikah and a vest, zarobel, has receded for the friend. Anton does to them a decisive step and suddenly sees behind their backs the Girl. It again pjanenkaja, it is senseless lybitsja, nestles on absolutely snotty Little boy whom, having squeezed it to itself, it is proud conducts on tantsverandu. Anton hardly was does not rush to them, but then bethinks, turns away, leaves in a shade. Two friends who intended him "zvezdanut", look at it, as on the cranky. Dances proceed. Anton costs in a shade, does not lower from the Girl of eyes. It with the young boyfriend leaves after the next races, they light, go, being pressed out and exchanging smiles, on edge gorsada to a toilet. Anton sees off them hardly behind there and back. Around shout, sing, jump, drink from banok and bottles beer, gin, vodka — to Anton to anybody and nor to what there are no affairs. Voice from dinamikov. On it we are excused till Wednesday! Cheerful to you and quiet nochki! The farewell march sounds. From an exit the excited crowd of young townspeople breaks. Fight there and then flashes, bustle begins. The militian siren has raised a howl. Anton, not turning on what attention, does not lower eyes from the "" couple. 36 STREET. Night. The little boy conducts the Girl. She has absolutely flaked out, hangs at it on a hand, something murmurs, purrs, asks is drunk to light. Turn off on deserted one-storeyed street. Anton going behind looks round abrupt, is convinced — anybody. Catches up, claps the fellow on a shoulder. Anton. Hey! The little boy (scaredly). That you? CHyo it is necessary? Anton strong intercepts the left hand the Girl for a wrist of the right hand, strictly speaks to the boy. Anton. Here that, the young man, me with this individual to talk it is necessary. Confidentially. Has understood? The little boy (from last forces swaggering). No, has not understood. I have removed it for today … It with me will be! In Anton's hand the knife has flashed. Anton. The boy, I give to you five seconds and that I you did not see. Has understood? The little boy (it is bewitched looking on an edge, recedes). Yes you are fine … That?. Will suffice you … (Disappears in night) The girl (uncertainly giggles). Uh you what terrible! I such like! Well, give, I will kiss you … (Extends lips a tubule and reaches for person Anton) Anton (sharply pulling it for a hand). Have gone! Anton pulls the Girl behind itself. Silently in the street, without people, only continually vzlaivajut dogs from gates by which they go on sidewalk. The person of the Girl becomes more and more lost and frightened. It sobers with each minute. The girl. postoj! You chyo? Where you me pryosh? Anton. To be silent! Be silent, I have told! Go by the uninhabited house — windows are driven in by boards. Anton wears out the Girl in a court yard, bends around the house, sets her almost force on a porch. Bends to her face. Anton. Well? Has not learnt still me? (Lights a match, shining the person) The girl (peering, uncertainly) N-is not present … Anton. So I to you, bljadina you such, will prompt: it you with the friends have visited me on a visit on twelfth of October last year … Well, have recollected? You remember, how cheerfully we have spent time? The daughter washing, Natashka, especially remembers you. It in a mental hospital now lays, Natashka. «And that it, — asks, — they again on a visit to us will not come?» Has become bored Natashka, very much it was pleasant to it, as you with the friends pimply from it have played that evening … The girl is already frightened to death. Wishes to cry. Anton puts a knife blade to its throat. Anton. Only here pikni — at once I will kill!. Quickly speak: who then, except the governor's Sonny, was? Patsanchik and Mordovorot who they? Where live? Where? Speak quickly, not that … The girl (hasty, with readiness, swallowing of the terminations of words). They are brothers. Brothers they. Native brothers. Younger at school studies, in the fifth, and in a class, like, in the ninth … And the senior — I at all do not know, he, apparently, separately lives. And, like, It does not work anywhere … as though the bodyguard for the Sonny … Yes, precisely, it time was praised, that the big grandmas from it receives, gifts different … Anton. And where, by the way, this Sonny now? The girl. Oh, the nobility I do not know! However, the truth! I then first and last time with it was … Anton. Good. Then here that, listen attentively: I need to meet and talk with Patsanchikom. Has understood? Tomorrow — Sunday. Blood from a nose — find for it and under any pretext lead to my house in eleven evenings. In a court yard at the third entrance I will wait. All is clear? The girl (whines). Yes-a-a, and if it in a city is not present? I did not see it week. And if it does not go?. Anton. Consider, me not to jokes! Thank the God, that I release you. But if tomorrow at 23-00 Patsanchik will not be at my entrance — be excused with a life. To me after all to lose there is nothing … Well, postoj! (Anton takes away a handbag of the Girl, opens, nasharivaet there the passport, at moon light considers) Here so better! It while at me remains, see you tomorrow. For now here to you, Elena Mihajlovna Grigoriev, for that October evening small gratitude. Anton sharply, bitingly gives to the Girl pair of weighty slaps in the face. She screams, is closed, hides the person. Anton spits out harm, rises from a porch and leaves, having reminded already from darkness: Anton. Tomorrow — in eleven! 37 HOUSE COURT YARD. The late evening. The girl with Patsanchikom go on a house - court yard of "a cranked shaft». She with great feeling speaks something to it, in something convinces. That, something dissatisfied, goes unwillingly, trudges. Approach to the third entrance — anybody. The girl in confusion and, already starting to rejoice, looks round … Suddenly from darkness of an entrance quickly there is Anton, approaches to them, strong takes for hand Patsanchika. Anton (vigorously). Greetings, whether that? Patsanchik (trying to be pulled out, a falsetto). That? That it is necessary? Anton. Tish-sh-she! To talk to you it is necessary … On an important issue. Be not afraid — not the muzhik, whether that? (The Girl, stretching the passport) And you — good-bye! Everything that I more never in a life met you. Fershteen? The girl, having pressed the passport to a breast, suddenly screws up the face, sparkles tear, tonenko kanjuchit. The girl. The uncle, release it … Release, the uncle! Anton, not letting out Patsanchika, does a sharp step to its party. Anton. And well — brys from here! The girl runs off, there is away, all time looking back. Smears tears on the person. Anton (Patsanchiku). Well, have gone. Be not afraid — conversation for five minutes only. Only — it is silent! It is visible, that Patsanchik only just starts it to learn. Learns definitively. Runs into prostration. It is obedient goes. Anton instead of an entrance turns off to the left, downwards on a ladder — in a cellar. 38 CELLAR. It is light enough — two lanterns burn. Columns-props stick out. Pipes last. In one joint the fistula makes the way — hisses, starts up steam. Uncomfortably, gloomy. Anton brings Patsanchika to one of props, dexterously gets his hands for a column, connects their thin kapron cord. Anton. Here and the clear head … To be jerked it is not necessary, will not help. To shout too I do not advise — nobody will hear … (Stops to potter with knot, departs away, obtrjasaet hands as if after a tough job) Well-with, fine. Now also we will talk. Tell, suchonok, to begin with: how to you Natashka, the daughter washing, — was pleasant? To marry you do not want after that on it — and? What? I do not hear! Patsanchik cannot swallow a clod in a throat in any way — kadychok and it is jerked: there-here, there-here … Anton. However, to marry to you now You is not necessary already on anybody … M-M-M-yes … here while better that tell: where your brother, kachok to live will desire? Where now there is your ataman, your leader zadripannyj? Patsanchik (clears the throat, it is hardly audible). Bratelnik in suburban wood shchas … It in "Tourist" on boat landing stage ploughs … And that, bratelnik affected, like on the sea shchas lives, at relatives in Sochi … Anton thoughtfully looks on Patsanchika, something estimates. Anton. Tek-with, tek-with, tek-with … Well … Natashka, I ask, it was pleasant? Very young, thirteen years of all … In psihbolnitse it lays … Since then and lays … Patsanchik. The uncle! Yes I did not want! They have forced me!. Before Anton's mind that vile scene. 39 APARTMENT of the NEIGHBOUR. Patsanchik, slobbering pleasures, crawls on Natashke, at it will open a mouth in shout. The girl holds it … 40 CELLAR. Person Anton kameneet. It ominously slowly approaches to Patsanchiku, unbuttons at it brjuchnyj a belt. That scaredly extends a neck, looks out — that with it do? Anton a belt intercepts Patsanchika through a stomach above trousers and draws it densely to a column. Clasps a belt behind. Bends down, razuvaet Patsanchika, pulls together from it socks. Removes from it and a vest. Screwing up the face, collects socks Patsanchika in a lump, sharp movement pushes this lump Patsanchiku in a mouth. Intercepts a vest the bottom part of his face, draws its head to a column. Now Patsanchik can move only feet. Anton slowly gets from pockets and spreads on a plate, as if in operational, a flat bottle of cologne "Sasha", a handkerchief, a knife - "belochku". Patsanchik widely open eyes observes of ominous preparations. Anton opens a knife, tries an edge, udovletvoryonno hems. Approaches closely to Patsanchiku. Anton (pathetically). I have decided you to pardon, have understood? At first I have solved all of you, mrazej, to destroy. You cannot be left villains to live. You skolkih still can ruin and in a dirt to trample … Well here … But then I have recollected, on your happiness, that at us even the state our mean does not execute minors. Therefore I have solved you very much and it is very easy to punish. Take heart, smart guy! Take heart! Thank the Lord of the God that is live you will remain … Speaking last words, Anton unscrews a cologne lid, plentifully moistens a scarf, carefully wipes a scarf a knife blade. Pleskaet cologne on a hand, washes palms, fingers. Approaches to Patsanchiku (that looks wild eyes, without restraint rotates pupils, lows), unbuttons to it trousers, lowers downwards together with cowards. Bends down and does sharp sekatelnoe movement. Anton. Here so! Patsanchik twitches, lows, terribly strains, then obmjakaet, hangs on putah, having dropped a head on a breast. Anton omachivaet a scarf cologne, puts it to a fresh wound. Looks at a bottle, pours out the rests to the place of "operation". Rejects an empty bottle, it is fastidious ottiraet hands from blood a fresh white scarf. Carefully examines itself at light of basement lanterns … There passes some time. Patsanchik lays on the earth. It already in cowards. Under a head — own trousers. Anton sits next, has reflected, is sad. Looks at the watch, gets from a pocket a small vial with liquid ammonia, opens, palms off Patsanchiku under a nose. That screws up the face, twirls by a head, opens eyes. Some seconds senselessly look upwards, then mow down eyes on Anton. It is sharply thrown up and with groan catches at a groin. Its person is bent, warps. Patsanchik (with tears). A S-S-bough! CHyo you with me have made? I will kill, a reptile! Anton slowly opens a knife, explains — easy, convincingly. Anton. No, I you will kill it, the mongrel. J.Ponjal? Rejoice, that it is live remained. And without women many people on light live also anything. Natashku remember now to a tomb … And — seriously I warn: if to whom you will tell, or for me to hunt will begin — I will kill at once. To me now to lose there is nothing, I have already become obsolete the … (Termination)>>>
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