Chapter 8 - Let It Be

Hiro was sitting on the threshold of the ruined house, feeding the pigeons with a sunny naive smile.

Jack calmly walked over and smiled, greeted - Hi.

Hiro raised his head in surprise and then said, "Hi.

The chubby slowly pulled a fifty-dollar bill out of his pocket - My name is Jack and I'm not a local. Help me find a place where you can buy clothes for me and this money is yours.

Hiro glanced briefly at the note. There was no selfish or lustful glint in his eyes. - Haha, no need. I'm always happy to help! By the way, I'm Hiro, let's get to know each other!

The guy held out his hand, and Jack shook it with joy - My name is Jack. I am pleased that you are happy to help me, but I still do not want to be in debt ...

Hiro said a little nervously, raising his hand, "N-no, no need."

Now Jack realized that he wanted to foist money on this poor fellow. He looked at the pigeons nearby and realized that he had found a loophole - Saw you feed them. Do you love animals?

Hiro smiled and nodded, looking at the birds - Yes, I love, very much.

- Here you go. Spend that money on pigeon bread.

Again, Hiro nervously replied, "N-unnecessary." Not worth it. Money is evil. Especially big money.

Jack frowned slightly. "Are you afraid of something?"

Hiro, looking around, spoke quietly - Once I was given the same piece of fifty dollars. Then I helped a man who fell out of a bar nearby to get to the car, and he gave me the same piece of paper as a reward.

- And?

Hiro shook his head. "As soon as I got off the street into the alley, I was surrounded by three homeless people. They started hitting me, shouting to give them the money that they just gave me.

- What did you do? Gave the money?

- Did not have time. - Hiro sighed - I felt a sharp pain in my head, and woke up in the morning in the same alley with a huge bump and caked blood on my head.

The guy rubbed his head over the supposed place of the bump - Money is evil, it makes people evil.

- Okay. - Jack sighed and exchanged fifty bucks for ten - Here. You will get ten bucks then. And do not deny, it remains to be seen if you can find a place where you can find clothes on me.

With a creak, Hiro agreed to the award and then beamed happily - I'm sure I can take you to a suitable place.

- Lead. - Jack grinned.

...

Acting as a guide, Hiro led Jack to a store.

Along the way, the guy talked vividly about a variety of things and asked Jack about all sorts of little things. What he likes, what he doesn't like. What is his favorite color, whether he loves animals, and if he loves, which ones?

Jack answered calmly, without losing his smile, it was not at all tense for him to chat with this guy.

- Almost came. Hiro nodded.

- Okay.

Suddenly, the sound of a savory slap was heard nearby, followed by an angry male scream - Repeat what you said, whore!

Hiro and Jack simultaneously turned their heads to the side and saw three large men of Asian-European appearance and one rather pretty woman.

Two men with anger looked at the woman with whom the third was quarreling.

The woman was at first shocked, and then her pupils were filled with the purest fear. Her hands shook, and tears were about to pour out of her eyes - I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I did not understand what I said, Wei!

The man's hand like a hawk grabbed the thin neck of the woman - You know everything, bitch. Forgot who your daddy is? Forgot what the owner's slippers smell like, rubbish? Or the fact that I haven't fucked you for a long time has turned your stupid chicken head?

- No, no, no, I, I, I ... - she chirped abruptly, feeling her hand blocking her access to oxygen

Jack was shocked by all this, and he was the only one who was surprised like this, other passers-by only threw uninterested glances and calmly went on about their business.

While the man's left hand was blocking access to the air, the right one sweepingly inflicted another strong slap on the face. - If I want to fuck you in tree trunks with my friends, then I will. If I want you to suck in the doorway to homeless people, then you will suck. Am I making myself clear, bitch?

The woman, with tears in her eyes, quickly nodded with her last strength and tried to put a smile on her face, albeit a crooked one.

Watching all this, Jack slowly reached up to his waist, right up to the pistol grip.

Almost reaching for the Colt, the hand froze, and he, sighing, bit his lip. - "There are three of them, I am sure, all armed and it is not a fact that someone new will not intervene in the disassembly, but I also have Hiro with me, whom I will drag along with me. Now I am too weak for such sudden movements. There will be someone stronger, bolder, and who will help her. Anyway, maybe she doesn't want this help ... "

Turning away, Jack walked on - Let's go.

However, before he had time to take a few steps, Hiro's still kind, a naive and funny stern voice rang out behind him - Why are you hitting her? Didn't your mother tell you that you can't beat girls?

Jack's heart jumped - "Fuck!"

O'Dim grinned - "Well, it looks like there was another passer-by, more courageous, but less strong. Almost everything you wanted. "

Jack, ignoring Gunther, turned to see Hiro approach the three men.

- What did you say, bastard? We asked in an insinuating tone, letting go of the woman's throat. He slowly turned to face Hiro.

The other two peasants looked at Hiro with a grin, anticipating how soon their hands and feet would break the bones of the presumptuous idiot who got into his own business.

While the woman, falling to her knees, cleared her throat and frantically sucked in air, Hiro, as if not knowing fear, calmly accepted the peasant's request and calmly repeated what he said - I asked: 'Why are you hitting her? Didn't your mom tell you that you can't beat girls? ''

We froze for a second and then grinned maliciously - And you are a rather brave bastard if you dare to ask me this in my face. Remember, I do what I want, like a real man. Nobody decrees me ...

Hiro, shaking his finger, interrupted him - But you are doing wrong. You can't do that.

After clearing her throat, the woman looked at Hiro pleadingly. "It's okay, don't."

Hiro smiled - Don't be afraid, everything will be fine.

The little man reached for his belt - You are a finished moron, but nothing, I have a way with which, even someone like you, will quickly understand everything.

The two behind them chuckled and began to circle Hiro, blocking his escape route.

The brushed metal of the knife gleamed in the sun.

Even before the man could fully pull the knife out of the leather holster, a young menacing voice rang out - Don't move or you will get a bullet.

We froze and turned his head towards Jack. There he saw how a weighty fat man, tightly gripping the general's pistol, aimed directly at him. "Take the gun away, or you'll hurt yourself."

He immediately saw that Jack was not at ease with everything, saw that he was not a local, and did not often hold a weapon in his hands.

His friends tried to quietly pull out their guns, but Jack was at the peak of his attention - Just a little more movement and I will pierce him, and then you. Get your asses in hand and get out of here.

The adrenaline rushed through Jack's body, muscles twitching and twitching nervously. He had to carefully control the finger that was on the trigger, so as not to fire a shot. In his life there was everything, but such a tense situation for the first time. - "Go away! Come on!" He shouted in his mind

- Okay, we're leaving. One of Weil's friends said cautiously.

- Yes, we are leaving, let's go, bro, to hell with this fool, there was not enough to die because of some slut.

We did not want to leave, but the situation was not on his side, so he decided to retreat - Today is your small victory, the defender of the pads ... Anyway, someone like you will not live long. Let's go.

The woman all this time looked shocked at what was happening. As soon as her betrothed disappeared around the corner, she immediately looked furiously at Hiro - Why? Why did you interfere, you idiot? Now he will leave me, and I will be left without a home, without money, without protection ... Without everything! Moreover, he will find me and fight for you! Oh Gods, what should I do now ?!

Jack quickly removed the cannon to his belt and, under the gaze of the crowd of onlookers, quickly approached Hiro - Let's go.

- Jack ... I ... I ... Did I do something bad? Hiro asked in shock, looking blankly

"I don't know, Hiro. I do not know. Is a victim if she denies that she is a victim ?! " - thought Jack, but the guy replied differently - You did everything right, Hiro. You just made a little mistake with the goal. This girl just didn't ask for help, and you forcibly helped her, which is also not good ...

Hiro naively and anxiously tilted his head to the side - Jack, does it mean that we shouldn't help those in need if they don't ask?

"I ... I don't know, Hiro. I just don't know the answer to this question. - Jack replied, biting his tongue.

- Nothing, don't blame yourself. - Hiro smiled - Mom said that only God can answer some questions.

- "I doubt it." - grinned O'Dim in Jack's head

...

The remaining time until the evening, Jack bought himself clothes and shoes.

More precisely, he went to a couple of stores, measured the entire assortment, although he did not like to do it, and in the end, not finding anything worthwhile, he went to make things to order.

A rather kind granny with a cigarette in her teeth and parcels in her arms took measurements from him and whipped him up a shirt and shorts. The rest he would have to pick up tomorrow night.

The most interesting thing is that even this granny had a Luger P08 grip on her belt, which, coupled with her German accent, looked quite ominous.

Already at the entrance to the brothel, Jack, with packages in hand, said goodbye to Hiro and handed him ten bucks - Here you go.

Hiro stared at the money with desire and at one time with rejection - Jack ...

- Buy food for your pets. If you spend money on a good cause, then it certainly won't make you evil, right? - Jack smiled

- You're right. - Hiro said a little surprised and accepted the money - Thank you, Jack. If you need me, then I'm here.

- Okay, I'll keep it in mind. - finally said Jack, entering the brothel

He greeted him with the sound of laughter and chatter, as well as the smell of tobacco, alcohol, and aromatic candles.

- I see you dressed up. Not bad. - said Lola when she noticed Jack coming in

- Thank you. - He smiled a little embarrassedly in response - Nothing happened that would require my attention?

- Nothing. Unless a shipment of alcohol and food arrived, and Leah accepted it instead of you.

- Oh ~ e, I completely forgot about that ... - Jack grabbed his head.

- Do not be afraid, as a bartender, she is no stranger to it. She does it herself almost all the time, so don't worry too much.

- W-good. - Jack shook his head - Nobody came about the vacancy of the janitor?

Lola put her index finger to her cheek - No, that's amazing. Usually, this kind of work is quickly taken up.

- I see. Okay, I'll go to my place, put a couple of things in the office.

Lola chuckled - You shouldn't report to me, you are the boss here, not me.

Waving it off, Jack went up to the second floor. Before he had time to take a couple of steps towards the office, he was interrupted by an angry female cry - Jack! Bastard, you're back!

Naturally, Jack was extremely surprised at this. By his voice, he already understood who was following his soul - "Yes, I didn't do anything, what's wrong?"

Beatrice was striding in his direction. Her long black hair flowed in the air. The angry face and general tension in her body hinted that she was now almost ready to kill.

Her scream attracted the attention of the entire brothel, so it's no wonder that almost the entire establishment was looking at them when the dominatrix approached Jack

- What did I ask you to do, you idiot?

- What? Jack asked, confused. At the moment, he was not thinking at all. This angry cry, a sharp question, the looks of the crowd.

Beatrice jabbed her index finger sharply into Jack's chest, almost piercing his skin with her fingernail. "I told you, pig, to find a cleaning lady this evening and where is she?"

- The cleaning lady ... - Jack muttered and, ignoring the insults, answered defensively - I was looking for her! I hung up a poster, asked the girls to talk to friends ...

Unexpectedly, not so much for Jack, for all whores and brothel guests, the dominatrix gave Jack a weighty slap

* BOOM *

"I'm not interested in details, piece of shit. I only want the result. The cleaning lady was supposed to be here tonight. My client, another similar piece of fucking bacon, but with money, asked for a scat, but what is the result? My room is full of shit and vomit, and there is no cleaning lady.

Jack said nothing. He was still shocked by the slap in the face, which made him ringing in his ear.

Beatrice jabbed her finger into Jack's chest again. "You know what?" You pig, you will clean my room, since you could not find someone who will scrub this brothel. You are not capable of more, as I see.

- I ... I am a manager, not a cleaning lady ... - Jack said quietly, dropping his head.

- So what? - Beatrice said with a smile. - I see right through you, pig. You are the same as my clients. Spineless daub under the nails, which cannot answer not only to a real man but also to a woman. But nothing, I'll help you. With my firm hand, I will show you who you truly are.

The surrounding people reacted differently to this ... Someone looked in surprise, someone enjoyed and laughed, and someone, like Lola, wanted to come up and interrupt everything.

Jack was silent. He stood quietly. There were surprisingly no thoughts in his head. Only Gunther, imperceptibly, furtively, smiled.

- Go to my room and clean it out. - Beatrice said imperiously, enjoying the attention of so many people

- Okay. - Jack answered quietly.

- That's great. - Beatrice smiled broadly - And look that she shines in half an hour.

- Well. - Jack said again

- Sorry, what? - she raised an eyebrow, not understanding such an answer

- May it is so. - Jack answered loudly and sharply raised his once downcast head. Jack's terrible, truly frightening look made Beatrice freeze.

Meanwhile, his big, thick leg angrily and swiftly tore off the floor.