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The bus was full of funny conversations today.

I know Kirby wants to go to the cafe the most, despite how huge his breakfast was.

I suddenly remembered what happened when I left the hospital...

***

— ... Side objects are subject to destruction, so get used to the fact that your last relative will disappear.—Mariusz said with his usual indifference.

— No! Kirby is my brother, he will live! If you want to kill him, kill me too!—

I shoved the sniper with my shoulder and stood up, covering Kirby with myself.

— Take her away!—Mariusz commanded.

I grabbed the rifle and pointed it at my forehead.

I've always been crazier than Kirby, and he had to grow up early...

When I remember how a piece of a meteorite hit his head when he fell.\

Since then, his life has been on the line ...

***

... I shuddered, feeling the gaze on me.

A guy in a white hoodie was sitting not far from us.

Realizing that I noticed the look, he smiled at me.

At that moment, I felt what people who look down from a cliff probably feel.

It was just as scary and addictive to look into those dark brown eyes with reflections of the color of blood.

I've seen guys so beautiful that girls couldn't take their eyes off, but I've never paid attention to them.

And now... Now I wanted to watch and watch...

I came to my senses from the fact that Kirby was shaking me by the shoulder.

— Yes, yes, we're going out.—I smiled at my brother.— Sorry, bro, I was thinking...—

Such an incomprehensible feeling, as if I was drunk, entered me and did not let go.

— It will be necessary to buy us new jackets, the cold is coming soon, especially since you haven't had new clothes for a long time.—I said.

Kirby snorted, but followed me to the clothing store anyway.

— Everyone pays for himself.— he said to me with gestures when we entered.

— Can't I give my little brother a gift if I can afford it?—I said.— Considering that we have green eyes, let's start with green...—

Kirby went to the shelf with brown and green pants and pretended to look at it, and I went to the hangers on which hung men's khaki jackets and military style.

One of them had a metal decoration that looked like a sheriff's star, and a belt resembled a machine gun cartridge belt.

I immediately took this jacket off the hanger.

Someone passed behind me very quickly. The air smelled of coffee, tobacco and red pepper.

Kirby came over and showed me a jacket depicting a minion infected with purple serum, the hood even had the face of one of the cartoon characters twisted in rage.

— You just have a unique taste, brother.—I laughed.— Oh shit...—

The phone vibrated in my pocket - except for my work, it can't be anyone...

— Let's go to the checkout.—I said to Kirby.— I'll see what they write later.—

The smell that attracted me before came from the seller.

When I went to pay, I hoped that Kirby, distracted by something of his own, would not hear this terrible price of "six thousand zloty", but, unfortunately, hearing is one of the best qualities of my lovely brother.

I can talk about his virtues forever. He's my younger brother, everything I have in this world, the only soul mate...

— We really need to go to a cafe.—Kirby says, and I flinch at the sound of his voice.

— Are you talking again? There are too many joys! I hope this is not my last day!—I joked, which made my brother frown at me.— Can you still talk? —

— I think so.—Kirby said, gesturing along with it.— It seems that this fragment is moving there... Do you have any aspirin?—

I reached into my pocket for pills and saw a message on my phone "Cyanide love, eight o'clock in the evening, today."

Along with this message there was a photo. A photo of the one I have to kill.

Some kind of nasty dressed-up monster in expensive clothes.

I don't care about that, I'm just working as hard as I can.

If fate forced me to engage in prostitution, I would not be shy about it and would also calmly talk about it.

— Kirby, do you have any plans for the evening?—I asked.

— I will try to eat enough to be full for a long time. Just kidding, I'll just eat and eat. Do you have a job again?—My brother sighed, rubbing his throat.

Well, he's still talking, but he'll stop soon.

— Yes, I'm sorry, my dear. There will be a lot of work, I will watch a striptease.—I laughed.

Kirby's eyes widened.

— I want it too, I want it too!— he raised his voice in such a childish demanding intonation.

— Alas, I can't take you. Later we'll go there together, but now we need to blend in with the crowd. And you will immediately stand out there thanks to your plump cheeks!— I patted my brother's cheek, and he muttered with a sulky look:

— Damn it, damn it...—

I don't understand why, but he's pretty damn offended...

***

I tried on a bright red dress at the mirror.

How strange I feel in it!

— Not to stand out, then?— in the mirror, I saw that Kirby's voice was gone again.— Are you coming home alone? —

— You know I don't care about guys...—I sighed.

I had photos of mom and dad glued to the mirror, who have not been with us for so long.

We were told they were dead. But there was not even a purely symbolic funeral.

Since then, we have kept the whole world at a knife's length.

The Cyanide Love Club was the same as all these places where people gather, staring at naked bodies like perverts.

So... Ed, you need to focus and do this...

you need to pretend that I like it all...

I sat down at a table and ordered absinthe.

I feel the sticky stares of the old men on me... Brrr!

Heavy music started playing and three men came on stage, completely covered with capes.

I had another drink. The evening will be long...

The capes flew to one of the edges of the stage and I choked on absinthe.

It was the guy who smiled at me on the bus during the day!

Blood rushed to my face, I felt that my heart began to beat faster.

The guy approached the pole and took off his shirt, spinning around the pole.

I could even hear the growing waves of delight around all the women in the hall and even some men.

In terms of this, I can quite understand them - this guy's body is beautiful like a sculpture of an altar of desires, his waist is so thin that it seems easy to wrap one arm around him.

It seems that even through the loud music, I heard the silver buckle clink and the belt fell with a loud clink.

My excitement was blown away when I saw who came up to the stage.

So... Carnal desires fade into the background...

this old man with a pretty carnivorous gaze stared at the guy on stage.

Now everyone was looking at him, writhing like a snake at the pole in black boxers.

I began to wait for the moment when it would be possible to complete the task.

But... Maybe I won't leave right away...