Chapter 190

- Where are you going? Get back to your seat! - The threatening shout made the girl shudder and pull her head back into her shoulders and return to the bed.

Alexey Gennadyevich looked angrily at one of the three whores who had entertained him that night. And in the morning one of them decided to open the curtains on the tightly drawn window. Crap! They're all dirty little worms! On impact, the girl who had returned to bed flew to the floor and hit her head on the wall. Her companions only looked at her pitifully, but did not dare to support her in any way.

This client appeared recently, but has already managed to earn a reputation for cruel and ruthless man. One of the girls even broke her nose and the poor girl went to work on the street, who in an elite brothel needs a girl with a swollen nose? The middle-aged man himself, having looked at the girl who fell from his blow, quickly found another occupation and having put one of the two remaining whores in his bed on his knees, sharply took possession of her. Naturally not caring a bit about the girl, who was in great pain from unprepared penetration into her bosom, the client's dignity was like a horse.

Leaving the brothel and keeping in the shadows of the houses, Alexey Gennadyevich went to his home. His short-lived romance with Olga Viktorovna was bright and fleeting. Unfortunately, the woman learned power and strength, refused to be just a hole, to meet his needs, and the newly acquired size of the partner's penis, she was not satisfied.

So almost every night the former boss came to this brothel and rented two or three whores for the night. These disgusting creatures were happy with everything and completely satisfied him, demanding nothing but money. And he had plenty of it.

The thought of money made the man's thoughts unhappy. Vidov, who had initiated their escape and then taught the fugitives how to earn money in this world, had been behaving strangely lately. Apparently, he was burdened with the second role in their small community and planned to escape once again, now from his associates. It was not desirable to lose such an enterprising subordinate, but no one was going to keep him by force. The finances were safely hidden and he could not rob them. So let him go to all four sides, if he created by him creatures, is nicer than the old comrades.

And he had really learned how to turn people into vampires. Right away! On the first try! Those assholes, led by their stupid Triumvirate, spent a lot of time trying to make vampires out of local humans, and all to no avail. And Vidov predicted it right! All they had to do was get the locals drunk on their own blood! And after a few hours of torment, they turned into vampires. But what else should we expect from these savages, whose true purpose was to feed on real vampires!

And these could only cause trouble. The new vampires were extremely hungry and violent. They were constantly hungry, and while the fugitives had long avoided killing people when hunting, preferring to drink only part of the blood and making their victims forget about everything, the Vidovian creatures drained people clean, and so several times a night.

Naturally, first rumors spread through the capital, and then fear came to the streets. Several corpses every night could not be hidden, nor could the fact that there was not a drop of blood in their bodies. Night patrols were stepped up. The poor neighborhoods practically died out at night, even the gangsters didn't dare to go out on the streets. And death began to come directly into homes.

The respectable neighborhoods were devoid of this scourge, and life was still vibrant in them. The renegades took advantage of this, spending almost every night in parties and orgies. The only pity was that alcohol was not tolerated by vampire organisms, and drugs had no effect.

Alexey Gennadyevich slipped through the back entrance gate and entered the house that their company had rented a couple of weeks ago. From the kitchen came sobs and restrained sobs. Apparently Krapivin was using the cook again; it had become almost a tradition for him, returning in the morning from the brothel, to pull up a woman's dress and possess her. Olga Viktorovna was sitting in the drawing-room and... embroidering. From the sight of such an unusual occupation of a woman, the former head was even confused.

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