Fifth book of my short stories

Blue Dew And God blessed them, and God said to them, Be fruitful and multiply, and replenish the earth, and subdue it: and have dominion over the fish of the sea, and over the fowl of the air, and over every living that moves upon the earth. (Genesis 1:28) A cast-into pretence Mike was a small boy of four years old. His life just began. Still, they said he was a wunderkind. His thinking was mature enough. It was due to his life in taiga forest when the wolves took care of him kidnapping the small baby during a visit of his babysitters to the forest to collect some berries. The animals committed it by instinct being afraid for the fortune of the babe in the time when his father was a state killer liquidating dangerous criminals. Why they did it? It was their debt paid to his family. His great-grand-father Nicolas Naguibin loved wolves because he felt they were like him, a newcomer to settle in Siberia from Europe of Russia. He also passed through hard times before finding a job and establishing his farm. In the meantime, he killed for money the local criminal tyrant. So, when the necessity to earn by killing subdued, he spent his energy of murder in killing dears and wild boars for the wolves to be fed in the harsh winter seasons when the climate did not allow for them to hunt by themselves due to there was almost no snow in the forest for several years, and wolves could not hunt strong dears and wild boars who were nourished by nature in abundance while small snow did not allow the wolves to track them. Still, wolves returned Mike to his parents in the same wicker basket which were carried with the babe by the she-wolf on the long journeys of the pack. That made Mike adult by spirit. Mike’s father Jack was a Soviet veteran of Vietnam. To boot, they insisted for him to become a state killer to fight dangerous criminals. However, instead of respect, he got to be despised from people. They said like his work should be paid by the services of women who had some conflicts with the law to rehabilitate them. The sum of fees was five hundred rubles for a criminal killed. The money should be gotten by the women, cash being an additional stimulus along with legal forgiveness. Still, that does not work and Mike as the inheritor of his father’s renown was preoccupied with that. He decided to clear the matters with the local KGB office. At that time, his father was deep in the dirt of the social misdemeanor on the part of his closer society. The money strangely did not come to the women but disappeared. And, while his father made the job, not him nor the women in question received nothing. However when Mike met the local KGB officers he got only insults instead of respects. The money was embezzled. It was especially offensively taking into account that those women were sick and the father ought to participate in soul-pain medical treatment for their and his common children to be born healthy. That is why he promised to visit the local KGB office in the following night to settle the scores with the clerks of this local governmental department who thought too much of themselves. He met a Moscow reviser, a KGB colonel belonging to the service of interior security, who gave his ok for the local clerks to be taught “good things”. In the night, Mike told to his father that he was going to the local KGB office during a night and what for. He asked his father to be with him spiritually not to be paralyzed by fear. The dad promised his spiritual help. Mike had a gun. He had already left one of his guns to be confiscated by police. This one he got by killing a policeman who had raped and obsessed a girl in the hostel on the campus of the local agricultural college where Mike’s family lived. And now, he had one more guns with a lot of cartridges. Next day, they found all local KGB clerks killed by a gun or being strangled on the gallows made by themselves. The scene made it possible for the events to be reconstructed. The killer or killers first shot in special parts of the body to cause most painful wounds to make the victims prefer the death on gallows made by themselves. It might be put on the account of the local criminal mob or Moscow visitors from the service of the interior security of KGB but for the sandal footmarks of about four years old person left in the blood on the floor. Denouement The day before, Mike asked his pardons from Gabriel, the one of those from Tajik Mafia whom Mike had met near the kindergarten defending Catherine, when he stood against many with a razor blade and had the upper hand. It was two years ago. Now, Gabriel pushed waits in the small yard of a village house, which belonged to a woman, relative of Mike. There they found their shelter against the troubles that had met them in Tajikistan. At this time, the sons got already reconciled with their father. As for Mike and them as rivals, the quarrel was already over and they might talk as friends. ‘It is good that you want to be a lawyer and psychiatrist in the same time. The dad always sought some syndromes in other people and was a kind of a pest for them. He used to repeat that he was a psychiatrist and might tell much about the life and knew what was what in many spheres of our life, as it might have been said, but I always said to him that it was necessary to know the laws to act properly and choose the right way… Why we wanted to kill this girl, I cannot realize even now… And, this trampoline… I said to him from the very beginning that it was gotten in an illegal way and it might end in a bad way, as it came out really… He said, ‘Listen to me, I know all.’ But, we got into this stupid predicament when they said to us to kill a little girl Catherine… And, what for all these guns and knives for? Only some pretensions as it came. If we were a gang we should have given a battle to those people who said to us to kill Catherine. Then, it would be reasonable. Of course, they might murder not only us but our families but still there should have been a way out… And, we would not keep this idea with killing the girl if we had a proper idea of who you were yourself, Mike. They said a boy had sent the ransoms for the girl and promised more, but we thought it were some jokes… Little boy… Now, we know what little boy… I always said to the father to act in a legal way in all things, if he listened to, there would have been mo trouble at all.’ Gabriel ended his speech and started pushing waits from his chest again… Even after years from the day when this affair with Catherine had begun… or, better to say when Mike had first heard of this problem, the folks sounded that the knives and guns scrap of a small boy with adult Tajik Mafiosi near the kindergarten building where the question of the life and death for the small girl was to be solved, did not solve all the matters and the ransom gifts were what helped to find salvation in some way. But, why Catherine did not run into Mike’s embrace, except for certain love acts they had between themselves? The fix was that first of all Mike should prove that the KGB program for healthy babies and vaccines could work. Then, the grandfather of Catherine, an old Tajik psychiatrist doctor might be rehabilitated. Only this way, the union of Michael and Catherine might come into existence without any dangers. Upper hand Even when Mike was a boy yet, he had come to the conflicts with serious people and made his first steps in the life of a Mafioso. So, he was very interested to know why one gangster group might win over the other gangster group. What did prevail in Mafia wars? Once, he had a talk with a Georgian Caucasus Mafioso in the kitchen of his parents’ flat’s small kitchen. It was a well educated man with good manners. Mike heard this and that about the wars conquered by Luciano against Maranzano, and also by Provenzano against his rivals. Even if he was a kid, he understood one thing: the winners waged wars for the rights of whores and perhaps people who needed drugs or liquor as a breath of air. Mike also defended girls often. He put this question to the grey-haired man in a good grey suit. The man should be an expert in the history of Mafia. ‘The whores loved Luciano and Provenzano and who is beloved by whores is beloved by the nation also.’ The wisdom of the Caucasus Mafioso was. Stephan Belsky Stephan Belsky was Mike’s grand-grand-grandfather. He was born as a Jew in Poland, but during his service to the State, he got baptized in Christianity and achieved a nobility title. Anyway, it turned out so that he was sent to Siberia as a prisoner to the convict colony at hard works. They gave two reasons for his imprisonment: at the first place, they claimed that he had participated in a Polish rebellion against tsar Russia, at the second place, they provided reasons that he took part in a duel for a woman and some horses breeding business. Anyhow it was, he served about fifteen years of the penal servitude and was prohibited to return back to Poland for all of his further life. The last was called as the administrative exile. Eventually, he was able to receive the horses from Poland and interbreeded this cattle with the local native Siberian horses of the steppe. He also was fortunate enough to find a Russian or Jewish woman as a wife in the wild region he lived in. Afterwards, when he was a man of renown, he financed the Red Guerillas and used his liaisons to organize a rebel army to fight with Admiral Coltchak during the civil war after the October Socialist Revolution brought into the existence by the efforts of Lenin and his comrades of the Russian Social Democratic Party. Stephan Belsky was much a help in providing weapons and ammunition for the Red Guerillas. They claimed further on that he was killed on a road to his homeland from the regional capital when he came with his goods alone on a horse cart in the time of the New Economic Policy. So, there was no grave for him. Mike always associated himself with this ancestor of his and drew some personal pride from the fact that he was the descendent of Stephan Belsky. When a day Mike arrived to the small village on the magistral track where he brother Nick had bought a house from his first profits in business, it was the place where Stephan Belsky was alleged to be killed. Mike did not revenge for his ancestor on grounds that the killers were already punished hard by the friends of Stephan already in the time just after his death and no more vendetta ensued while his wife lived further on a peaceful and calm life when nobody caused her almost any harm. They rebuked Mike that he did not start vendetta, but Mike felt that Stephan chose this death long before. He had received a credit from bandits and knew that the payment should be a death from some gangster conflicts. They had discussed on that with his wife and decided to get into business even on those conditions. The more so, Stephan was killed when he was already a very old man and during his fatal conflict he managed to wound and kill the several adversaries of his. All in all, Mike felt that Stephan chose this death himself. He wanted to die in some even small battle than to die senseless and powerless on his bed. So, there was no avenging. Instead, Mike organized the opium production at the demand of his higher authorities in this local village. He provided good legal schemes for this business which realized themselves in much of the active sexual life with women on his part. The customers praised his opium and he even heard that it helped women with heavy feminine health problems to conceive babies without much of money spent on these drugs. Mike always felt that he was somewhat not acclimatized to the social structure of the Post Soviet communal way of living. When he was young he wanted individualism and independence. On his way to Prague for a Christian conference, he saw Poland and the way people lived there. He contemplated the small self-sufficient farms with the little plots of barley, wheat, apple trees and cabbage. There was a severe drought in Europe at the time. Still, the view was so according to Mike’s soul and what he had yearned for long that he got so much into the understandings of the hardships of his ancestor Stephan that wept for good. When on his stay in a road bar, he got into a conversation with a Polish truck driver. He told that he was the descendent of a Polish nobleman Stephan Belsky and told to the guy the whole story. Mike sounded to the effect that he came to get the spiritual inheritance of his progenitor. That made an impression on the man and he even wept a little bit. Then, when Mike arrived to Prague there was a little fuss among the girls from the Polish delegation as to the arrival of the “prince Belsky” from Siberia. However, the old men from Poland dismissed Stephan Belsky from Polish princes and said he was just a Jew. Open your eyes This summer, Mike and his family lived in the village Jeblakhty. The village was situated in a good place near the river where it might be possible to swim in clean warm water during the summer and fish in seasons. In addition, there was a good forest nearby where they could collect berries and mushrooms. The house had been bought by the elder brother Nick during his fresh and rather successful start in business. Namely Nick had brought this peroxide blond woman who came as an extra-sense and practiced the healing among the local people, having visitors almost every day. As it was the usual manner with Mike, he came from the fishing trip where he had caught about a bucket of lake fish. Now, he cleaned the fresh fish from guts with a knife in the shadow under the shelter of the rural penthouse. The blond woman approached Mike and sat in front of him on a small chair. ‘I remember you.’ Mike said. ‘I also remember you.’ The woman said with a smile. ‘How you managed to collect the berries in a way that she carried me away?’ Mike meant the she-wolf, his animal step-mother. ‘She grabbed you and ran so fast along with this basket where you lay that losing our breath we could not take her over. We ran so deep into the forest that almost got lost ourselves.’ The woman told without any drama but rather fun. ‘My parents are Jews?’ Mike demanded. ‘Yes, they are Jews from a working and not completely well-to-do family.’ She related. ‘Do they have a percentage fee from me?’ Mike asked. ‘All have the percentage fee from you, Mike.’ The woman said with a mild smile. ‘What they think about me?’ Mike inquired. ‘They enjoy your successes.’ The woman told. ‘You achieved such heights that even they themselves doubt now if you are their son.’ ‘Any way for me to recognize them officially?’ Mike asked. ‘Not early than when you will be ninety years old when all may come to a logical end.’ She said. ‘But, could I see them for a while?’ Mike demanded. ‘You can see them for a while.’ The woman promised. At this time, the mom Anastasia began to cry loud as a woman who had heard some long awaited news, good or bad it didn’t matter. ‘Calm down, Anastasia! Calm down.’ Mom’s girlfriend Aphelia tried to cope with the lamentations. ‘Mick, you go to the street for some time and breath fresh air. In the meantime, you will calm down your mom. The parents will come here from Krasnoyarsk in some time and after two hours you should be home. All is arranged.’ The blond woman advised Michael… Mike sat on the sofa when his blood mother entered the rural house. To show respect and observation of traditions, she cleaned her shoes with assiduity. Then, she said hello. The mom Anastasia welcome her heartfully. Mike’s blood mom was young and must have born him in her early youth as Mike had always suspected. She was beautiful and slender. Then, Mike father came into the house. He was a lean and worn out by work. Some fuss of meeting good and long awaited guests ensued, and Mike preferred to sit over this good worry into the other room. Then, he appeared in the doorjamb. His both fathers sat at the kitchen table. The father worker took some papers out of his pocket and producing them to the view said, ‘We counted here how much we owe you.’ The dad Jack also produced some papers from his pocket and said the same, ‘But, we also counted here how much we owe you.’ Mike’s blood mom, who sat on the sofa spoke, ‘Let’s not count how much we owe to each other but pass the time as it should be the custom in well to do families.’ In the meantime, Mike ate an apple and now spoke, ‘You’d better counted how much I owe you all myself. It’s very good luck to turn out in such a cozy place as my life is. All this freedom of living the way I am without any rebukes as to the health problems that ensue from my full value life. Whom I would be without that framework? A courtyard dog? … I see that you all are Jews and one clan and one family. I do not know who organized this shuttle throw through the position which brought the touchdown but it should be your parents and my grandparents. And, you also should be acquaintances among yourselves and maybe even the friends of youth. So, I better go away not to spoil my luck and you do peacefully converse with each other.’ Mike said and left the house to come to the grandmother of his local friend Serge. There he drank some vodka to keep down his temper and on returning to the house where he lived, he saw his worker father sitting with the dad Jack drinking vodka and saying, ‘But, it is your son, Jack. He are the way you are yourself. Especially, in your youth. The animal should know better if she confiscated him from us and carried to you. I do not know all the details but my woman had love to you in her young days. Maybe, it was in the innocent that he was conceived but still you owe me, Jack, I kind of fed her.’ The worker father joked to chase off any seriousness of the matter as was the custom among Russian, even if Jews. ‘This may be.’ Jack said with the composure of Uncle Sam with the star and stripes hat on who might be seem on the US posters. ‘For innocent conception!’ Jack proposed a toast. ‘For this very innocent conception!’ the worker father accepted. Mike went on to the other room through the kitchen. His both moms chatted like old girlfriends who had not seen each other for long. Mike came to his bed and lay to sleep. There was no place for any adolescent speculations about two father and two mothers. The situation was apropos and he wanted to stay stable with it. He was afraid to spoil the game like it was with Moses. He fell into his slumbers and was going to forget about all this for years. He was seventeen… The granddad Peter sat at the table with his grandson Mick, they had some meals and talks, ‘I remember now why I gave off to my war comrade my last cartridges during the war, but I cannot recall why I got you, Mike. I hope I will recollect.’ Then, Mike saw in his memory how granddad Peter changed in his face while opening the door of his house. Mike was eleven then. ‘I will show them bitches now.’ Peter said and closed the door with a strike. Mick knew the granddad was going to the big kitchen garden to bawl at his family of sons and sons-in-law, daughters and daughters-in-law along with all grandchildren, who worked over there. Mike hurried to the place by the other way to look at and probably bring peace if it would be too much of heat of temper. When he reached the fence to the kitchen garden from the orchard while the granddad came through the barn, he saw Peter bawling like hell at all them and promising to bring them all to beggar poverty if they rebuked Mike for his choices with girls and all, for his illnesses and hardships. Then, Uncle Victor, the only son of old Peter spoke to Mike, ‘I knew that Peter was tough in his character but not this much.’ It turned out that Mike as a foster grandson came from a family whose representative, a fellow worker in the Stalin prison camps with Peter, helped him run from the jail by giving affidavit to the effect that Peter should have perished under a landslide on the pit and somehow covered Peter’s retrieve and retreat to home taking into account that truth will out… At least, now, Mike knew that his other name was Isaac Katz. The polite manner of Jewish tradition gave him the nationality of Jew. Mike always felt like this – like being a Jew. Once he even insisted that they wrote him as a Jew when they gave him his passport. Being a Jew was hard but it helped him to get to the Mafia and university, to establish good relations with KGB and CIA. Being a Jew was not a curse: it was heavy blessing. Conditions Mike studied to be a lawyer and businessman. Still, he was involved in some legal activities of protecting people with arms at hands, taking money for which would make it illegal. So, Mike wanted it clear for other people that he protected the women, children and old people freely of any monetary implications. And once he would be in legal practice and business, he would and should do it on equal conditions with other citizens. When he had a talk with Ernst and Samuel, the CIA agents, first, it was hard to find any common language, a lot of bargaining brought about no result. But, when Mike stipulated his help to state special services to protect concrete people and constitutional order as solely a duty of a citizen, then he got a welcome for to be as successful in legal practice business and politics as it would possible to him. Assiduity The days of study in college proved to be dull for Mike. First exaltation of catching the wind of success turned out to be just ephemeral expectations. The future jobs promised money and property. But, money for what and property for what? His mind was easy one: he needed love affairs. Women of true love without compromise which might bring about conflicts. Seemed that those who loved money might not love women and thus this made an existence of constant quarrel with reality and some future wife if he took this lane. So, Mike badly needed some dame of heart and to be a knight for some big affair. It was not a caprice but necessity. It was his way of survival against this life which seemed to be void of spirit. Common liquor with friends did not count as an option for him. He needed a way up, not a way down. He wanted to live in a world of honorable ladies and not some tartly “skirts”. The life spiritless of love might really kill him. Once upon a time, he met a clerk from Siberian Aluminum Company who complained to some of his acquaintances that police storm detachment blackmailed his company for as much as approximately fifty million dollars. “Met” was not the right word. Mike hanged about law school building not much close to the entrance where the well-to-do families offsprings smoked and had a small talk reciprocally. There, he overheard the story. First, the hope of becoming the part of a gang in the good outcome of the clash with police penetrated into his heart and made the blood boil. But, then, this “gang” got broken as a cart house. From the legendary aluminum Mafia there was left in his imagination just some security officers that should catch sheer thieves and not to solve such matters as an open brawl with police. Gangsters educated by jails and sport halls seemed not to be as much as to be level with police. The times changed. As in an open warfare, personal skills and the number of guns was all that counted. Mike found himself a lonely cowboy to protect the hard money of workers and staff (many of them – women) against a mob in a cruel western. Still, dancing a bit on one of his legs, Mike approached the clerk. Now, he saw that the appearance and outspoken story of the company manager was not occasional: Mike was a hope for many now. The idea that one of his girls might be involved in the case as a targeted victim of violence match his teeth crunch. When the middle aged or rather young man already demonstrated the papers of police guilt to his counteragent Mike moved into the argument and offered his help. Some time later, the manager he had met near the law school and another guy from Siberian Aluminum Company came to the courses to meet Mike. They said to the effect that they addressed Mike due to his reputation of a good shooter he had from former deals. And, accordingly, he should do well not to spoil the game because they put their hope on him. Only success was acceptable because the negative result might have been a disaster. They offered as much as two hundred thousand dollars for security services. Mike left this money for possible widows and orphans of his rivals. His main hope to stay free and not get into the jail was Federal Security Service. This governmental office should declare guilty policemen criminals themselves. The time passed and Mike was lucky enough to meet the morning of the day after the shooting brawl with policemen, which took place at the law school building. The phoned rang and Mike opened his eyes to stand up from the bed. The events of the yesterday moved in his mind in several fast visions alike to these on a video player and this film stopped and the memory cast all it out for some time from his mind. He came to the hall and took the receiver. It was the sure voice of an officer from Federal Security Service. He inquired how Mike felt and what was on his mind to do. Mike thought for it to be some kind of test if he was healthy of his mind. He was afraid to get into the madhouse, so, he said all was ok with him and when the officer understood that Mike remembered nothing of the day before and could not change his affidavit and give no more evidence to the federal security service office, he said his goodbye and wished good luck to Mike. Time elapsed and Mick happened to be on the Sayanogorsk Aluminum Plant to pass the interview for a position of interpreter on the company’s cooperative project with a Canadian firm that might pass over the technological documentation for a new aluminum plant to be built near the existent one. He came into the museum of the plant at the invitation of the company’s security service officer to meet a man from the Canadian partner firm. After some talk on the perspectives of Mike’s involvement into the business it was assured that it would be Mike who partly paid for the new technology for the aluminum plant to be built with possible participation of Canadians. The payment should be done from Mike’s part in opium and ganja production as the income material for medicines. Still, Mike insisted that his participation of saying yes on the natural barter payment for another people (Russian side in the deal) should be a grant to the benefit of both sides. There was a pause which showed a cul-de-sac in his conversation with the Canadian manager. ‘We “cherche la famme”.’ He said. ‘We “cherche la famme”. ‘I know where she is. No need for searching.’ Mike said. ‘She works at the Russian Savings Bank’s office in Abakan as a lawyer.’ ‘So simple?’ The man pronounced with a tone that hardly made any difference of faint and sincere. ‘Yes. She said it for me to do… to protect her from a conspiracy of violence… with such a simplicity and humor… like a goddess.’ Mike told. The Canadian manager put his hand on the young man’s shoulder and said, ‘We will deal with you, boy. Not with them. That’s for sure… But, why you do not meet her and have some fun?’ ‘She would say I did it for business…’ Mike said and his lower jaw trembled and the tears appeared on his face… Afterwards, Mike recalled the “Black Book” he used to read in university days. It was the compilation administrative state and interstate telegraph directives. First, he remarked on the directive of the former minister of the metal production department of the tsar government of the epoch of Russian imperia. At that time, the aluminum production though was perspective needed big investment and advertisement to exist. The advice of the former military general was to use the ambitions of young lawyers seeking for big easy money and set a collective ambush for them to protect some feminine beauty to bring charm to the company and show that the product was no worse than gold on the large scale taking into account that people killed themselves for this “despised” metal. The second directive was from a chief administrator in secret police of imperia time. It stated that no doubt any murder or theft was a crime by it notwithstanding any arguments from advocates such as necessary defense and some other. So, the morally “good” criminals might stay in madhouses instead of a jail term. Such a simple scheme… So, sounded like Mike killed for the profit and washed his sins in the river of his own mad tears and sweat. But, Jane as was the name of his fatal woman was very, very, indeed, indeed cold to Mike. For the moment, Mike got no woman neither business while they said he would get a woman who would have her own personal business. It was like he wanted to show his wits and joked but instead of a laugh he got a strong blow upon his belly. Would Mike want to joke more? Preferences From the time of being a small kid, Mike endeavored to create some songs, he wrote verses and music in different styles: rock, pop music and the rest. First, he did it all alone under the surveillance of a teacher from the district school of arts. After the local specialists had seen he might do some good examples of music arts, the other girls and boys his age added themselves to his work. The rest of his small age company and just boys and girls from somewhere else than his school class and close friends would often deride Mike’s ambitions of conquering the audience worldwide. Still, he worked and it even happened sometimes that girls from his acquaintances came to help his mom around the house, which was most pleasurable of all. The property was always a kick-off for Mike. His soul refused the ideas of personal wealth even in regard of authorship for his music and songs. It was not just a torture of remorse or the cult of aesthetics with him, his head nearly broke in pieces when he tried to cope even with intellectual property. So, he was very grateful to people who were ready to buy his creative work and underwrite it with their own names giving promotion to his art. Already for long, Mike did not care for any personal business and even left the compilation of the program of granting healthy kids and vaccines to the nation to the competence of CIA and KGB. Of course, he wanted to help his future children and from the beginning there were with him some ideas of creating some Mafia clan and group to support his future family with the girls he loved. Anyhow, he should have paid his lover women with some cash for the fleshly love as was the custom. But then, he heard that they paid good money to women who helped get the biological material for giving birth to children and the individual sum of money was even more than a very good hooker might get on average. So, Mike said to his KGB superintendents that he needed no personal business and did not care how KGB and CIA would process the money from his inventions and renovations to add to his military and civil duty services to the State; it sounded like Mike trusted the State and considered the monetary proceedings from his activities namely as the property of the State; the more, Mike did not refuse it the money he earned for the State came through the accountancy and articles attached to his person as the manner should be. He clearly understood that it was practically impossible to create some individual Mafia for all his deals because all his affairs required a lot of clerks and involvement of people with expertise. It looked very pretty: he served the State and the State helped his future kids and their moms on the regular basis. Hence Mike considered his musical creative work and its result as also the part of the program and saw that his friends and musical teachers might advance his art to the wide audience under the protection of the State. Thus, when Mike sounded his civil position to a KGB officer, it created a few seconds of disappointment and disillusions for him after which he sighed with much of relief. To say honestly, it was all according to the line Mike had chosen from the beginning of his life. It looked very logical – all simple as no intrigues – and Mike did not like intrigues but direct and frank action. Of course, Mike would pay and as it came further on really paid good money to the women with whom he had sex, but it was under the control of the State and the State almost solely distributed this cash. What kind of finance it was? Mike whether was a transmitter of the cash the girls had earned from their services to the State secret services and police in peaceful solving of serious conflicts or it was a payment to them as to the dames of heart in regard of Mike. Indeed, Mike acted for the State in serious conflicts with the people who came against it and he needed the source of inspiration to be physically able to achieve the goals of his missions. These people, who might come under the label of the enemies of nation, often embezzled big sums of money or other riches which were going to be returned to the State’s disposal. These were serious military groups and well armed bands of mob, so, Mike needed much more than a mere kiss as a comfort, to do the whole job. Great enemies and great wealth gave much place to big inspiration and good money to the source of this stimulus – the women. Taking into consideration that on the part of Mike it was the last grace to his enemies, the money was not engaged for any disputes and the girls accepted them easily and said that taking it was rather not hard. This way, Mike worked for the State. But what about the Mafia? For Mike, the Mafia was specially created by the State to look after some matters which required close attention. Mike might find the reasons for expounding the phenomenon of Mafia even in international conventions where the Sicilian Mafia came under the term of a special secret service established by the contacts of the State with certain people and some special laws which were not much exposed to the public. Only such a Mafia might be legal and in this straight way Mike wanted to create his own Mafia group. From this, it might be seen that Mike might trust people with promoting his songs to the public, even if it would be under other names as for verses the same for music. Of course, when the work for variety music just began it was hard for Mike to prove it was worthy the attention and good appraisal. Some people were very skeptical that Mike’s music might come to TV and all. This doubt created the hardships of spirit… The dad came from his work late in the evening as usually. He sat at the kitchen table for tea, cakes and jam. In the meantime, he read the newspaper as was his manner. The TV broadcasted the music evening and pretty women sang good songs that as it seemed brought the joy to the heart and pleasure for the ear. The songs themselves were quite acceptable. ‘Do you know who have written these songs?’ The mom asked from the dad. ‘They say it’s a blind and hungry boy from a poor family… I heard so.’ The dad replied. ‘You might have come glad and merry for your son. They allege your son have written them.’ The mom advised. ‘No, my son is a lawyer and I wish he should become a writer, at least I believe in that.’ The father pronounced not turning his sight from the newspaper. Shooting plainly The kitchen of Mike’s parents’ house was made cozy by sunlight and recalling that day Mike hardly could tell if it had been winter or summer, autumn or spring. The dad as usually read the newspapers while eating his meals. Then, having ended his dinner, he addressed Mike, ‘Michael, you said you wanted to have a job, or rather some good deal up to the size of your person?’ ‘Yes?’ Mike showed his attention as a wolfing ready to catch a morsel of fresh meat from the she-wolf mother. ‘There are some bad men in Krasnoyarsk who pretty much oppress the local people and they even encroached on the deals of your brother Nick having doubted his security.’ The dad said and picking a small spoonful of berry jam, continued, ‘They use a man as their cover and fooling him involved him into much trouble… he got a heavy injury.’ ‘What man?’ Mike asked. ‘The unhappy guy like you.’ The father told. ‘Dad, do not call me unhappy… I am pretty well and will recover and resume all my positions surmounting the obstacles.’ My objected the adjective “unhappy” in his regard. ‘What injury did he get and because of what?’ ‘What injury? They knocked him with the heavy hammer upon the head and now he is in the crazy house… He was a very simple guy from his birth and might have turned up to be in the asylum even earlier if he had been the style of man you are, for instance, but somehow being a little bit goofy passed almost all his life in the jail.’ Jack narrated. ‘But, what the frame-up was concretely?’ Mike inquired. ‘He tried to prohibit prostitution, selling weapons and drugs. That was the start of his trouble… And, by the way, those men that claim to be in his gang racketed businessmen in a very bad manner, they say they even killed a pair of thieves-in-law having claimed that as a revenge for this guy who somehow have passed for their chieftain… or else their leader, though he did not solve big matters.’ The dad spoke. ‘But, how he might turn their leader being so “credulous”?’ Mike found the “polite correct” word. ‘I do not know for sure but they say that they had given him some money on the grounds that his grandfather served a term in German captivity during the first world war not as a prisoner-of-war but a freely-hired worker, and the man invested it into the common property of the mob having acquired some authority if this may come as a proper word.’ Dad Jack informed. ‘Do you need some additional information?’ He questioned. ‘No, I will do it by myself as I always do.’ Mike said ‘Only you do not do from an ambush like you did it with those Italians. You just do it plainly – forehead upon forehead – not to give reasons for speculations.’ The dad advised… Lying on a couch, Nick sounded to the effect that regular business and jurisprudence was not what might be the right way for Mike, the brother counseled to stay faithful to writing music and verses for singers and writing books giving legal advice only on order under the auspices of the State. ‘That’s not Shushenskoe. They will turn your head off in five minutes.’ He warned. It sounded insulting to Mike in some way because he from his adolescence had worked on international level and met rivals more powerful than some criminal gang. ‘But, I was successful with those policemen in Abackan.’ Mike mentioned. ‘You are ready to act in the same way this time and stay yourself asking nothing directly as to your own person?’ Nick demanded. ‘Yes… I also think that I should write stories and ordinary business and jurisprudence seem not to be my way… Simply, many rebuke me that I do not earn money and am useless while I could make some cash on my wits and education.’ Mike remarked. ‘Mick, the cakes wait for you in the kitchen and Natalie will pour out the tea for you.’ Nick just pronounced… When Mike happened to be in the crazy house in Krasnoyarsk where he met Alexander (the unhappy quasi-leader of a local band of about forty people), several years had passed from the talk with his father when he had taken the order in respect of this mob group. Alexander himself told the same stuff as Mike had heard from his own father: he had passed almost his full life in jail, suffered from an injury made with a metal hammer during an assault on him because he had tried to establish a prohibition on prostitution, drug and weapons traffic, his friends pretended to avenge for their “boss” by having killed two thieves-in-law. To say it true, if Mike could tell even to himself that he exterminated the gang of forty in Krasnoyarsk during his stay in the local crazy house, it would be due to the visions of his memory about what he might do in his second self, others called Jack. He recalled the scene when a nurse distributed the pills to the patients and threw in the words to Alexander, ‘So, Alex, you are left without a gang?’ ‘We will look who is left without the gang.’ Alex retorted. ‘What do you mean?’ The middle aged woman with beauty and character demanded. ‘I mean how it may be that he will try to come along without a gang himself.’ Alex criticized the style of Mike. ‘I may be in his gang… You want a punch upon your eye right now?’ The nurse chased off Alex with a threat… After some time, Mike sat with Alex playing cards. They never came as adversaries really, more than fellow patients of a crazy house. Then, Alex plainly confessed that he did not regret much about his gang because they embezzled his money which he had preferred not to share with his relatives but mobsters, framed him up and left him the crazy house using him and his cash as a cover for their own shadowy deals. ‘I told them from the very beginning that was going not to be in vain if they sent such a shooter to them. They shot to assault people while you shot to protect people… They used to go to the shooting gallery and watch movies about Columbia while could not hold off even three seconds before you made your first shot, though you came in to meet them door in door.’ Alex said. “Changing” traditions The work Mike accomplished with those forty gangsters in Krasnoyarsk was splendidly done. Officially, he was in the asylum in that time. The appointment had been made long before and the guys awaited for him in their den, their money stock in the room. Mike appeared in the doorjamb and though the mobsters were on alert, he sent forty bullets in almost forty seconds from two Beretta pistols in his both hands. All his shot were deadly. He did not take the money leaving it to the police competence. Then, he had a talk with Alex, the now crazy after the trauma man, alleged as the chieftain of the gang. ‘I said to them that they should give bribes and give real protection to those business people whom they took money from, but they used to repeat that they did not want to collaborate with the State according to blatnoy tradition. And, it made some bus pickpockets out of them. They framed me up and put under the blow with this prohibition of prostitution, drugs and weapons namely because they did not want this hard work. But, even pickpockets collect information for the police and it was according to the notions even in Stalin times… And, these pair of thieves-in-law they killed – I did ask them for that but they connected this with the vengeance for me, while they came to me to the asylum only after two years and then did not appear at all. I do not pity them much, but what will be with me?’ Alex demanded. ‘You? The money was yours and from a legal source. You are here in the asylum and the jail and death does not wait for you.’ Mike explained. ‘My part was six million dollars. They say it’s the sum they must have paid to me because my granddad did not work under the guarantees as a prisoner-of-war in German captivity during world war one. Anything stay left for me?’ Alex asked. ‘Well… I guess it should be forty thousands dollars.’ Mike opinionated. ‘It’s enough for me. With this money I may live well even in this place when opened the cards with this system. And, I know that you found some cozy place for my former wife and my son. So, I do not worry and have any pretences.’ Alex brought the logical end to the conversation. Dapple death They say that people who graduated from university have the advantage of general education. So it is, no doubt. Mike saw it in his own life. When he studied in his law school, on the courses of medicine (at first sight, a strange science for a lawyer), he gave his own interpretations on medical diseases in such a way that all them ascended to a general principle of being well clothed and fed to be safe and sound. It resulted in his title of being a psychotherapist while all other students got only the status of medical aids. Still, Mike had to show to the rest he earned this title truly due to the good knowledge of theory which should have a natural outcome of some successful practice. The day came to bring this about… The dim light of the evening in the asylum did not seem to produce any fuss in the well schemed schedule. Mike walked routinely from one part of the hall to the other one under his pills to bring about some rest in his muscles and soul tortured by the spasms from medicines. Suddenly, the main medical aid, a man of fifty five, formerly he worked in police, fell on the floor. The medical sister (Russian name for medical personal lower than doctors) organized for the man to be put onto an arm-chair and produced a lament rather than an order, ‘Please, make him some injection lest they should put me into the jail.’ And, threw the medical preparations kit on the table near the arm chair. ‘I’m gonna call the doctor’. Michael took the kit and carefully reading the instruction papers made the injections of medicines which should lower down the blood pressure and make blood curdle to stop hemorrhage in the vessels of the brains which were damaged by an insult as might be seen. When doctor came, the man was in his senses and showed by a sign of his finger – “Let him live.” – that all was well. It would not be so much to talk about but for a peculiarity of the case: the man never drank or smoked for already years. His ruling in the asylum on his shifts when he was the main medical aid was harsh for the patients. If he caught somebody in the water closet (serving as smoking room also), he prohibited tobacco smoking for all his time of service and his decisions influenced the other staff also for further on in the dull change of days. Really, he did not spare his own health and this of patients following his principles of general responsibility. It did not seem to be right because he caught primarily and almost solely those ones whom he himself gave the cigarettes in his shenanigan schemes, his good relation to such outlaw smoking being by some mobile phone or two, special sympathy or some services. The hours and often days were called “healthy” ones by him. But once, after one of often conflicts with the “poor” part of “prisoners of conscience”, whom only the ends of cigarettes were left to produce the “evidence” tobacco smoke in the water closet, when the man bawled but did not punch much as was at the contrast the personal rule for other younger medical aids, he stood for some time in one of the cells or rooms of the asylum, lonely and no patients at hand. When he came out peaceful and rather at a remorse or else a softly expressed on his face pretence to the life. Mike approached him and put his left arm on his shoulders, ‘Pallych (his patronymic name) … do you want a confession from you to me? I red four books of the witnesses of Jehovah and might make do for a priest.’ He proposed to the big and strong old man. ‘I’d better strike a concrete wall with my head.’ The man said seemingly seriously but surely for fun. He left and only after midnight Mike knew that another medical aid found him on the steps of the porch of the old man’s dacha. His face was dappled with blue. It was some infarct they said. There were no laments and sobs among the personnel or patients. Seemed that the news had no sorrow in it and circulated as some statistics data. Sometimes, it seemed to Mike that he sold the old man’s soul directly to the Devil having the right for it after saving him once before. Such a way. Dutch service At that time, Mike was as lonely as a wolf banished from the pack. He was very hungry for sex and the company of a woman. His uncle Victor found him a small engagement of a lawyer in a local real estate firm. Mike’s legal schemes did not sound well to his clients and he had to quit, but in the meantime, he was fortunate to come there and be in the society of women being exclusively the staff of that business. He was especially impressed by the beauty of a young blond woman that served at the desk as an agent or secretary. She seemed to be independent and satisfied in this life. It was her image. On the one of his visits, Mike tried his chances with this goddess who had in her power to give him profound happiness and sex as might be the expectations even with such a guy as he. So, Mike proposed to the woman to come to a bar or coffee-shop and have funniest weekend. ‘I am a married woman,’ the blonde informed with the dignity of a Roman patrician matron. Here, Mike saw a gold ring on her right hand’s finger. Mike had no more than to say sorry and goodbye to the girl at desk. No doubt, Mike already had some immunity against the sickness of love which is characteristic with the young men, still, he had these hours and days of acute longing for this young woman who had made herself unachievable and was proud of it. He was unable to penetrate into his back-conscience and get the childhood memories from his soul. Of course, he had some reminiscences to get some orientations for the right choice, but they were so scarce that he had to quit the idea to woo the woman regardless of her family status. The idea of becoming the full-time lover for this young blonde to add to her husband did not ring any good sounds at all in his head. He knew – the lovers of beautiful married women should gift fur coats and something good in exchange for the precious rights to be with his beloved one. In the case of Mike, he had no job and hardly could come into the circle of this woman’s communications to become even just an occasional lover during some booze party or a pick-nick at the absence of her husband. If it had been so, Mike would have had the chances for the roman with duration. But, Mike was a special man in the terms of getting into sex with women. They never tried to act with him as with other men. He could not encroach upon the immaculate marital status of this woman with friendships and intrigues. So, this precious example of what a woman may be to bring happiness did only pass by as some expensive car with a poor boy at the sidewalk, dreaming of wealth and power to influence… Then, a thing that was not very smack but was natural for Mike happened between him and this pretty blond woman. It took place in the time when Mike was on his walking street booze and had several armed conflict with people who might be regarded as the enemies of the calmness of the society. It maybe could do a kind of hero and Mafioso from him. He just came into the office and took this woman by his passion. That did not make a sole trophy of Mike’s love session as Mike was not something important in the life of this woman also as it might be inferred. Afterwards, Mike heard from the brother of the husband of this pretty blond that this guy who was espoused to her was a big fuss of the affair and applied several times at the police office for the case of a rape. It might be seen that the young man deemed it a service he made to the police on account of Mike passed as a Mafioso. But, Mike was a factor of calmness and security for the society, so, this did not make much effect for the police. To stop the guy from this effort to avenge Mike for his libertine attitudes with his woman, his father should exhort him for good and it somehow brought the scandal to the naught. Hardly, the affair could pass for a rape. Mike was so much driven by the sexual aspiration that he being under alcohol just took the woman in few swift and adroit movements. There was no violence. Somehow, the young girls used Mike’s temperament for the complaints of forced sex. Of course, other guys might accuse the young women with being not attentive enough with them and paying no due regards for their holy love, tricking even with suicide speculations; and it somehow played well for them and they were fortunate enough to bring young blossoming beauties even into day to day common life. But, these means were not accessible for Mike because he was deemed to be crazy by the social. Still, Mike had to find his ways with the women. He paid good services to the girls from his childhood and, of course, he wanted the sexual awards for that. He could not use the regular dirty tricks of courtship due to it might mean an injection of some very heavy medicine against madness while the other guys would just turn over from this in an easy way. Truly, Mike did not importune any women for sex. Still, even his girlfriend Julia with whom Mike lived three years tried to apply to the police for the accusations of the sexual obsession from him. She consulted an advocate, a young woman also, but got only a rather big for her monetary fine for the illegal applying to the State offices along with several girlfriends of hers. Did she want to show that there was no smoke without the fire in her accusations? Or else, she wanted some freedom against the services Mike had made to her and her family before and during their sexual union? Was there any force in the society that might bring a woman into the sexual obedience in exchange for the efforts of a man in proving his love? Did a woman have a moral duty to answer to the pains of love from a man? Mike was young to have all the answers for these questions. He did not have enough experience. But, he came to a conclusion that there was something rum and contrast between the tales about unlocking girls and the medical injections of anguish he got in exchange for his courtships and efforts. Of course, he might laugh at the accusations of his girlfriend Julia as to the orgasm torture and the along way nonsense, if it did not mean harsh medical treatment for him and even the crazy house hospitalizations. Mike knew for sure: he needed to be more cautious. His sacrifices made him disappointed of their consequences. He got calmer and calmer every day. Maybe, it meant he got the immunity against the sickness and craziness of love… After some time passed, Mike met the young blonde and her husband in a supermarket. She was also in the company of her son and another young woman with a small boy. She looked at Mike in a way that might be qualified as flirting. Was it a look of good appraisal for Mike and encouragement for the moves on, he could not tell. After the alleged rape, Mike maybe needed more of the good French traditions of the good attitude towards a lover of a married woman. The woman was pretty and perhaps deserved the paroxysm of passion and the anguish of medical treatment suffering. But, Mike was as a wolf whose paw had once got caught in a trap, but who was lucky enough to free himself. * * * The new moon shines in the dark night with the lonely polar star, They are just four hundred in a bastion in question to fight tens of thousands. They smoke ganja and recall the name of Allah. Days and days of struggling without sleep. Fire and metal blow at them. They drew a deadline for many to perish trying to cross it. They fought one by one but only one withstood it all. Why Almighty spared his soul and waited with the reward of paradise where virgins were ready to meet him? It was to tell the tale of virility.

Last book of my short stories

BLUE WHITE Introduction Mike’s mom Anastasia hoed the potato bushes on their family’s plot. She made the heaps of soil around the bushes for them to keep moist during the droughts. She saw her mother running to her she cried, ‘Anastasia, you Jack was contused’. The mattock fell on her young hands on the ground, she fell on her knees and cried. The Russian say about this: the hand lowered down. Then, they said like she was a bad housewife much long. When Mike saw it in his dreams he decided that he shall invent time-machine, hyper-engine and “flying saucers along with all kind of weaponry that would be safe. That no war but only “maneuvers”. That as much as it shall be possible no soldier might die and if wounded, so for healing on a further on surgical operation if he was afraid or ashamed to do it home. He kept his vow he gave to the God Lord. And, when all his way in the life came to a certain moment he felt what it was – a feeling when “the hands lower down”. He was a mighty man then, but still he could not help his hands to lower down. Part 1. Chapter 1. On a photograph in his father Jack’s family album he saw his mom Anastasia to sit on a bench with his father Jack in the age of about six years old each. She looked much like Mike in his childhood. He also guessed that Jack was not the only son of his grandmother Helen. He knew he fell in Korean War. But, he kept all this secret and did not tell anything to let all members of his kin to recollect all this themselves. Chapter 2. He saw how his grandgranddad Stephan Belsky along with his blond wife decided to take or not to take a credit from the clan of Blatnoj. They knew they might not pay off all percents and Stephan was to lose his life as a part of the bargain. It was hunger and almost no finance in the country. It was the beginning of the New Economic Policy after the time of the Military Communism. Stephan took it. Then, the man who ordered Stephan always asked Mike why he did not go on vendetta. Mike knew why. Old Stephan killed and wounded all his rivals on a tract from Tuva to Krasnoyarsk Province; getting three knife wounds into his belly. It was in the forest by the village where Mike was asked by the State to grow opium. He saw in his vision how his grandgranddad Stephan ran through the forest and died and became “another man”. He also knew that his old wife was much respected in the society after that and lacked nothing, not for her or her family. When they asked Mike why he did not revenge for his grandgranddad Stephan (it was a local youngster), he just laughed in a snigger sitting on the bench near the house of his friend’s grandmother. All in all, when there was a booze party of his mom and her girlfriend, they sent him for liquor, because the shop should have worked all day around. He went and saw nobody, he felt nobody in the village were present, even dogs, they did not bark, he heard an old brave dog grouch. When he got to the shop he saw a big padlock. Chapter 3. They said like people killed one another because there were bad laws, religions, economics and politics, but Mike knew that all these problems were because of the acts of the God. A meteorite struck the planet Earth and an earthquake ensued, then tsunami and inability of people to live proper sexual life because their sexual organs worked not in a proper way. The human beings and animals carried the defects even genetically. And, mutual killing was a result of impossibility of fleshly love. Mike knew it and could become a great lawyer, but then, he would come nowhere. He needed to go healed first and let people and animals be healed not to be aggressive one to another because they could not love each other. He knew that all around him were schizophrenics, even insects. He himself tried to come under self hypnosis and let others see how he surmounted the obstacles. People around him were not fools, and animals had intuition. So, he needed intensive sexual life to let others also live happy. Yes, he took responsibilities for Chernobyl, September 11th, tsunami in Japan. Afghanistan, Chechen, Iraqi, Libyan and Syrian wars, but only on the civil law basis. He knew that they would make him solve problems and pay money to his “victims”. And, this money might not be turned back to him not because their was a statement in the law that the unjustified payment had no come back, but because he would have children among those victims. He knew there were no merciful God and Universe or alike to it. He only loved people who put forth the challenge toward the Lord God. Like Jesus, Muhammad, Krishna, Devil, Satan, Shajtan, Moses, Joseph and much to follow in naming such heroes. So, when he was completely healed (there were no defects because he had not overstrained himself, and no left effects of schizophrenia because he never went on psychosis). So, when he was completely healed and saw people around him same way, he went to the local church and stood on his knees, bent until his forehead touched the floor and the hands were on it. He stood up as a soldier giving homage to those heroes, men and women, and made a sign of cross. And, he did it without any hitch as though he said to the God Lord or showed that He was not powerful enough.