One of the "brothers" is in a complete "blackout": I didn't see where I was hit and with what they call, hitting somewhere in that steppe. The other, though not in full, but in consciousness. I seem to have broken his nose, and now his nose was hurt by painful shock and blood flowing from his nose. Once again, after involuntary jerks and jerks, my head tried to turn on, but she didn't want to analyze the possible consequences of this small, too fleeting clash. And I was just trying to systematically understand everything that had happened: an accident, a hit-and-run, a fight. I couldn't do it at all. There was too little time to understand it all, to draw at least some initial conclusions. And the fear of the unknown prevented me from thinking rationally.
The only thing I have understood right now is that the "brothers" today took away my quiet life from me - the quiet life of an ostrich (because they can't forgive their grievances), and maybe forever taken away ... And I didn't ask them for it. It began to penetrate me, capturing all thoughts, turning into an intolerable desire to solve everything here and now. Were their heads ripped off and their car burned off - like, driving, failed to cope with the control and so on? Everything happens in life. Let it be "not our method". Emotions are a terrible power.
But after a few seconds, having calmed down a little and pulled myself together, I understood: it is really "not our method". I am not a murderer or a bandit.
Here I noticed by chance that the guys were armed: everyone on the left had a holster, and not empty. They were so confident that they didn't even remember the guns. I wonder if I'd found out about these scarecrows earlier that something would have changed in our minds. They don't look like simple "auto-facilitators" at all. These "wild boars" cannot, in the absence of a deep intellect, engage in auto-fixing, it is not their profile. Their profile is to react to the "fascia" command, to put pressure on everyone weaker.
- Look, shaved, I didn't touch you, I drove quietly and peacefully on my own business, I didn't want to hurt anyone - my head still didn't understand that playing with them in the "right, wrong" is useless.
- But I did so much that I will have to answer fully - the "brothers" have their song, which is not new.
- Again, that's what you wanted me to do," I continued stubbornly. - Hey, hey, hey, hey! It's not a bad thing for you guys to make a good man out of money.
- You're kidding me, you bastard! Money alone, asshole, now you can't get rid of us - their repertoire doesn't change under any circumstances.
- Shut up, or you'll be held responsible for the "goat"! - As much as I could, I tried to put steel rage into my voice and become another "cool" for a second, though I was always a bad actor. But I still tried my best to intimidate the "brothers" - suddenly it will work. - It seems that you "boars" stubborn, for sure, will not leave me alone, so I have no choice. If now, specifically you, you tell me who ordered today's performance, why and why, you will live. If not, I'm sorry.
An attempt to intimidate "brothers" did not work in any way. And the steel in my voice melted almost immediately. Shaved only began to recover and did not even understand what I want from him. He tried to reach out to me, grab me, play it all by his bandit rules. He didn't realize how some simple guy like him, so tough, who everybody was afraid of, managed to put on the ground, in the dust. I even had to shake the shaved guy a little bit, to cool down his newly awakened fervor. It seemed to have helped a little. I pulled a gun out of his holster to avoid any trouble, took the spare magazines, and then repeated it all with the second one. The documents I found in their files stated that they were private security guards. I didn't need their documents at all, and I left the crusts with skinheads, but I remembered some of their data. I was doing everything automatically, not understanding what was going on.
And in general, everything that happened was as if it wasn't for me to knowingly participate, as if the body was doing everything on its own. You can say even against my wishes (who would want to declare war on brothers in their sanity and firm memory).
The helplessness of the shaving head extinguished the anger. A few years ago, under socialism, he could have been, for example, a normal military foreman, listened to the fathers of the commanders, commanded the green youth and was a respected man. Well, maybe he would steal everything that was badly lying around to compensate for the hardships of the army service. Everything! Life was a success! And here - private security. Of course, it's cool, everywhere you "respect", but on the other hand - just a bandit. And these dependents are already more than a million... What and from whom do they guard? What and from whom do they protect them? The former common people's property and now private, that is, personal property, from the stolen and robbed people? Is that what life is all about?
But some time ago, including them, because they will have to pay all the bills anyway...
Continued in the next episode.