Book-6. Chain reaction, novella

After a half hour of procedures, Anya fresh and dressed in a tracksuit, was ready to follow his girlfriend.

– Anne, and what we will collect mushrooms? – Alarmed, examined from head to toe girlfriend asked Sobinova.

– There’s at our dacha in Peredelkino has everything you need! Come on! – She commanded. And asking about something Aunt Elsa, went to Anna in the hallway…

Taxis in front of the house, blocking the entrance of cars, standing in the middle of the carriageway access road to the house. The taxi driver was standing at the open door, nervously obviously doubted the promised reward. He was wearing a checkered cloth cap, stitched in the English manner, and in a plaid sleeveless. Black thick and bristly mustache, hung from his lower lip, almost closing the mouth, and curls of black hair streaked with gray, the speakers of a cap and a thick neck on the circular body, making resemblance to the large and predatory bulldog. Especially emphasized this similarity is heavy and massive jaw, small shiny brown eyes and a nose like a ball in the pocket roulette wheel lying in the crotch of his mustache.

– I really want to leave! – He met women happy, greedy cry.

Well, what you? We women are punctual! – Sobinova said, stretching the melodious words.

– Punctual, yes, but for the simple need to throw!

Well, about that do not worry. And touch! – Imperiously commanded it, sitting next to the driver.

Until Peredelkino rode in silence. The road was a suburban highway, lined on both sides of fir and birch trees interspersed. Peredelkino stretched in a picturesque suburban suburb. Nearby was a pine forest interspersed with mixed hazel, birch, oak and aspen groves. An extensive body of water rich in fish promise vacationers here celebrities catch of carp to pike. Their wives and children were here, where the gain full basket of mushrooms.

Before entering the Peredelkino driver suddenly protested, knowing where it was necessary to turn off. He stopped the taxi and said with undisguised irritation:

– Then do not go!

– Why is that? – Disturbance Sobinova no bounds.

There enclosed garden- EF- ES- Be!

– So what?

– And then, one you drive there for a picnic, and then I will carry on all instances whom and for whom you brought here? And how much did they pay you and in what currency? I do not want it!

– Hey, you! – Suddenly rough start Sobinova – you whom we took? Do I look like a whore?

– No! – Suddenly said quietly taxi driver – I’ve seen these more than a dozen! You look like a pimp!

– What! Yes, you …! – Anna, blushing with indignation to crimson color, do not know what to say. Fixed position of the taxi driver:

– Look, if you’re gone pay me a fee for which is here pimps carry a table decoration, he nodded his cap in the direction of Ani, I’ll take you. If not, Get out and go hiking here with three kilometers will be. Well, you and squirt. If you do not apologize immediately and not deliver us for free, then I guarantee you that tomorrow you did not accept even a driver machine that pumps out the crap out of pit latrines in Peredelkino. Yeah, who are you? Anna has gone …! – The taxi driver did not finish. Anna shoved under his nose identity passes to the closed village elite strictly protected by the FSB. With the silly sight, carefully studied the long taxi driver written there, studying the contents of the Red Book with solid seals and sweeping signature chief of the special department of the FSB. Then turned as white as chalk, and silently started the engine. He drove to the first post with a barrier. They approached a security guard in a police uniform. Anna showed pass. The guard demanded to pass, Ani. When she charged him with his, the barrier went up. Taxi followed further. In the massive stained in green metal gate stopped. They came ensign in green cap, making sure the passes, gave the command to open the gate. The car proceeded further, venturing into the shadow of the tall pine century- old pine trees. Soon there were two- storied villas with private fences and gates, with plates of satellite dishes on the rooftops. Near the mansion with a sign with the number 10 on it has stopped. Anna opened the door of the taxi in silence, threw a hundred- dollar bill on the seat and slammed her with force. Anya still fussing with his door when the driver turned to her his bulldog face, ingratiating began to babble:

– Tell your friend that I did not want to offend you, I’m an honest taxi driver and I do not care how our money, taxpayers’ money, entertain their children. The children of these high- cones. Well, excuse me! Anya opened finally the door, saying: – Will the next time carefully. A friend of mine has excused you, otherwise it will not be paid off. Good- bye!

– God bless you, my dear girl! – Uttered relief taxi driver.

Anna has already entered the gate, when Anna caught up with her.

– Here’s a scoundrel, so spoil the mood! – Wailed Anna – You got anything to drink? – Suddenly asked Sobinova.

– Let’s look at the fireplace in the bar, there Lenya put all sorts of souvenir drinks. – Anya replied, opening the door. They entered the spacious veranda with a round table and a number of country wooden chairs around. Anya was messing around with the lock on the door to the room of the house. Soon after they entered the living room. Directly opposite the entrance is the fireplace. To his left was embedded in the wall bar with a makeshift bar and exposed in a mirrored display cases on the shelves of drinks. Glasses hanging over the bar, and at the bottom under the counter refrigerator was where it was possible to make ice and chill the champagne. Anna is at home, went to the bar and more cheerful voice, trying to imitate the bartender

– Anything to drink, sir? – Anya imitating saucy drunks, answered:

– Bloody Mary! Frappe!

Anna reached into the refrigerator: Refrigerator- off. So, turn it on, what are you waiting, but I’ll take a fireplace. Sometime later, a friend sat in leather armchairs beside the fireplace, on the table between them was unfinished bottle of Scottish whiskey strong «White Horse.» In rosettes filled with red caviar, in the calf, stuck teaspoons, from time to time they sip from their glasses a sip of whiskey and eating caviar.

– Wow, the old goat for pimps and who, me! – Banging his fist in the chest, said Sobinova drunken voice, cursing, was worth the taxi driver.

– In my opinion, the original! I’m here with a prostitute, but me! – Echoing her indignant Anya – Do you think I look like a hooker? – Anna stared at Anna, measuring with her drunken gaze got sick eyes, then said:

– Nope! Do not like! But! – It has made a significant pause, then added, – For the priestess of love, perhaps, would be gone!

– A priestess of love? Well, you’re my pimp! Ha- ha- ha! – They laughed loud and long, sometimes repeating:

– Priestess!

– Pimp!

Again, laughter, until a drunken frenzy smite them, and they do not fall asleep right in the cozy and comfortable chairs by the fireplace…

The next morning he woke up, they could not understand, as proved in the country. Overcoming a terrible headache, take turns running to the toilet, and moving to the nasty throat ball splashed, there for a few minutes making it easier overall. By twelve o’clock it went. Weak voice, they began to discuss what happened to them yesterday, and as they found themselves on Anya’s Leonid cottage.

– Or Else Eduardovna knows something? – Anya surmised.

– You, in your mind, that we suspected of drinking? This is what I think, why do not you ask how there with Dima and Aunt Elsa certainly something so prompt. Climb!

Anya dialed the number on the mobile phone, and soon heard the voice of Elsa Eduardovna:

Yes, it’s you Anna! Well, as there are a lot of mushrooms gathered enough? – Anya suddenly remembered that they were going to the cottage for mushrooms. She was all clear, and to save the day she replied:

– No mushrooms here. Maybe they have already gathered, so that will come up empty handed! And what about the little one?

– All right, fed, and was asleep in the afternoon.

Tell him that his mother will soon be, if not bored, okay?

All right, darling!

Anya put the phone down on the table and turned to Anne:

So, you know, as we found ourselves here, and …?

Chapter 2

From Baikonur Leonid flew to Moscow late at night. His plane was still in flight, when in his apartment two Ani, Anna Sobinova and wife Anna, Leonid set the table on the occasion of the birth of his son Krazimova, Dima. Tiny fulfilled the second year. In this April evening, a special night for Ani and Leonidas, as the birthday of his son, Krazimovu was granted leave. And they will be together for a month. Peter was nervous. Often went out to the balcony. Staring at the ruby stars of the Kremlin, well be seen away from the balcony of the apartment Krazimov’s. Radiance that emanated from their majestic five- pointed rays shone down upon the sky over Moscow, putting the capital in a festive glow. Sobinov, in anticipation of the meeting, thoughts often returned to the point where Garin was to adopt an expedition to the anomalous zone with the hope of anticipating that they will fly together with Lenya. But everything turned out how it happened. And now Peter is slightly jealous of Lena.

Anna Sobinova admired original recipes of pickles put up on the table and prepared according to original recipes Anna Elsa Eduardovna, which she gave to Ana. These pickles published wonderful aroma of oriental spices and were so fresh in appearance, as if just gathered from the garden. A yellow boletus in a crystal vase with fresh chopped onion rings, glistened there languishing in anticipation of snacks. They are especially good for Stolichnaya vodka, if you drink it in small glasses, richly biting boletus, the vodka is an invigorating drink, refreshing ideas and exciting range of sensual pleasures feast. Under the pickles and mushrooms vodka winds around a romantic dream about new projects and expeditions into the unknown and not yet explored space, dragging the interlocutors into unknown worlds of the universe. The table has been covered and was bursting with food. Women completed the cover and lead informal conversation about economic matters, weaving in conversations noticed oddities in the characters of their husbands, and this from the kitchen from time to time came their happy and cheerful laughter. Peter frankly bored. From the balcony of the house from the twelfth floor, offers spectacular views of Moscow, the Red Square and the Kremlin. Down the adjacent street raced cars continuous flow, time, occasionally pausing at intersections with red lights traffic lights.

«Obviously got stuck in traffic.» – Thought Sobinov. He glanced at his watch, the hands pointed to five twenty- one. The plane landed at Sheremetyevo in twenty zero and go here all is forty- five minutes, unless of course there is no congestion. Peter could not stand it and dialed a number on your mobile phone. Long tones in the tube suddenly interrupted:

Yes, Petro! – Leonid loud voice replied.