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.

My fourth book.

BLACK STAR


The earth is the Lord’s, and the
fullness thereof; the world, and
they that dwell therein.
(Psalm 24:1)

The treasury of Chingiz Khan

To start with Mongolians, all nomads did not like gold nor diamonds. Their young men and elders grew cattle in hundreds and thousands to pay as a fine for a wife but an Arab or Chinese with a golden trinket, such as some shining earrings might strike down the suit and carry away a girl or woman, making all nomad husbandries as void of sense. So, Chingiz Khan robbed half the world and as though confiscated all the jewelry to hide in a mountain hole on the territory of Shambala, now Shushenskoe district. It somehow balanced the forces of gravitation in this locality and this gold was accursed.
They said that somehow there was a kind of world jewelry bank on a place where the mighty Jenisej river became very fast and whirling, and to reach it was possible only by ropes holding the boats and even in alpinist style by a security belt and again rope. The other hole of this cave looked on an abyss in about three thousand feet into a pit. That is why Mike’s cousin Andrew, walking on the spring ice might not get out of the water when he fell down though the ice into the river even though he tried to get out by crawling backwards on the ice as an expert would do. There was a whirl of water alike to that in a bath when the water would be let off, so, it sucked him and gave out some jewelry his partner ranger was able to catch, which he gave a testimony for in a drunken party of memory of Andrew. Then, they said Andrew was given a premium and lived on Brighton Beach. For Mike, it was a way to get rid of him due to Andrew accused himself of his father’s death because of living with a young woman and parting with his wife, while Mike had saved his own father Jack. Then, Mike granted his part of the gold to the Russian government through a woman who got five billion dollars share. Mike had the documents from old juridical scrolls to the fairy tales of the local tribes to prove that he knew about that hidden treasure, but, KGB thought the gold was accursed and superfluous and wanted a laundering of good sex on the part of Mike to clear this gold from the debts before the God. As a woman joked when Mike had a favor from her to just grant somebody the treasures of Ghingiz Khan, so he did.

True place

The dim room of the female hostel for the students of the agricultural college in Shushenskoe was as though specially hidden from the direct sunlight for this occasion for Mike’s mom to tell what she deemed necessary to sound over to her son. It was when the problems in the family got to its apogee whether because the dad overexposed himself to the overdraft of the sexual prepayment for having declared himself a volunteer for the vaccines program or else the origin was Anastasia’s own guilt for the death of these compulsory workers that had got burn up during a fire because of the bad repair self-made electrical heating while she had been then the technical security engineer on the Sorsk molybdenum plant. The first seemed to be the starting point for the hardships. She rolled over all that in a way to show Mike was a step-son having been adopted by her and her husband Jack when a she-wolf had brought the small baby boy to nearby their place of living in Ust-Abakan.
‘That’s all because of you. All the problems in our family. You brought us the bad luck. It’s because of you what happened to my husband. So, I will better leave in the orphanage house for them to do with you what they list (here, she told the improper and insulting things).
Mike listened to all that and it nothing left to him but to take the punishment on himself. To go to the local police office to start a life of suffering for the debts of others. It determined the karma for his whole life from hence on, now when he was about four years old. They treated him not like a bastard even but as some orphan infant that had lost his relevant privileges from the State for the benefit of somebody else. His parents if they were his paid no attention to his personal problems and did not want to give to him almost nothing but to take what pleasures they needed from his life account of good. Seemed he was born to solve somebody else’s problems. He felt like being a garbage can for bad emotions and bad haps originating from the guilt or wish for better morsels of happiness and satisfaction. No secret that a human being, here a boy or man was treated by all the way his parents treat him themselves. That might produce only cruelty in his soul. But, he might not realize that feeling to the detriment of society, he was on its errands doing all kinds of stinky chores deeming he gave himself an outlet for his aggression only in an imaginary way. Yes, he caused harm but only according to what was of an apropos place and might be only that way.



The victims of an accident

There came about a time in Mike’s life when his relevance to the events of September 11th and his certain links to it began to seem to be of too much of bearing a cross and it was like it should be for his whole life. The informational shock and horror and darkness came upon his soul to become insurmountable for him. Sometimes, it was hard even just to lie on a couch in his parents’ house and do nothing. The negative energy descended on him in such a strong current that once he even had to get to the madhouse for about two months with only a week of his stay in home for the sake of the Siberian ethnic music festival that was held in his town in the middle of the term of his medical treatment in the hospital. But then, there came a salvation understanding that Mike was not part of any conspiracy of the governmental circle close to CIA against Wall Street as he presumed before that. He concluded that it was just a fatal accident.
The practice of producing vaccines by the deadly torturing of human males with the huge amounts of opium to get the natural serum already in the bodies of these specimens of the masculine part of the humankind through the intensive abstinence and hangover syndrome arrived to the West and also Russia from the Near East and mainly Muslim countries where the problem of the gross infections stood very acutely and from far in the past, maybe from the ancient days of the human history. That practice was justified by the sacred purpose of the survival of the children of the very same men that died in much torture and pain in this medical practice. There were two ways of using that handmade vaccine. To vaccinate the children of these men born from sick women. And, to further on vaccinate the other women with that serum and use the seed of these men for fertilizing them. In the controlled process of the childbirth characteristically used in that medicine, many such women were made pregnant by lesbian contacts with those females that had been in sexual contact with these shakhids, called so because of their personal jihad of this kind, before they came to the torture. Really, that torture was chosen by these shakhids themselves due the numerate sexual contacts with women meant the inevitable madness in the future and some of them did not want to come through that opprobrium and chose death which was no always inevitable because all depended on the health and personal motivation of these men owing to the medicine wanted a steady coming through that painful process in that this use of opium and other drugs was indeed a method of healing for the guys themselves because they collected many sicknesses from the sick women they had sex with. The psychiatric folklore medicines, the herbs and powders, were also available. That is why when such a shakhid died it was more out of rule of statistics than a natural outcome. So, that process was gradual and was a way to identify who of these volunteers had the inborn immunity or not, and who did strengthen that inborn immunity by his personal jihad of loving women for childbirth they had paid for by using huge amounts of drugs in the process of some great military or civil feats. However, it was not always necessary because a shakhid must be a son of another shakhid. Some of the sons of a shakhid became shakhids also and some not. All depended on the pedigree of their mothers, who also must be the daughters of some shakhids. So, it was a traditional medical practice that was based on certain rules.
When the democracy came to its full blossom in the West that used fornication for giving the right to the woman to get most adapted progeny in the life of much choice of males as sexual mates, all that being controlled by the rule of “most strong do survive”, the sexual revolution brought about a rather big rise of numbers in the statistics of people infected by some hepatitis of syphilis. Thus, there came an idea that it might be apropos to use that Eastern practice in the Western style that they thought ought to be hedged from the risks involved by the achievements in the progress of science of immunology in Northern America and Europe. So, it might be said they perverted that knowledge significantly. First, they came to an idea that it might be immoral and against the values of the Western society to use fornication as a way of getting personal immunity by the donors themselves. Secondly, there was an assurance that immediate using the seed of donors for vaccinated women was against the Western notion of personal freedom. It was fully a commercial project that was also used for men as the receivers of the vaccines and promised the immunity for more sexual choice for these men and women both. The childbirth was not necessary. The developed pharmacology of the West seemed to be a good insurance against any bad consequences possible. Though it was an experiment and had a clinical character maybe, the numbers were big and there was also the main client: the personnel of the world trade center which occupied twin towers for office room. The advertisement promised a safe business travel in the tropical and other countries, insurance for sexual adventure included. For that purpose, they found some gross State criminals among young American soldiers, most of whom were virgins at the time, and sent the unfortunate guys into a CIA medical laboratory. The story goes so that the percents of nature on that immunity credit might bring about a national outbreak of tropical fevers for USA because most of the people vaccinated were damaged by an immunity collapse alike to the fall-down of a financial pyramid. These people mostly died by the attacks of suicide Arab pilots on the twin towers and Pentagon. They were the chosen targets and hardly might it be called a terrorist act in fact.
Mike himself committed no crime or civil juridical wrong act at all. He got the information that the Al-Qaeda wanted to blow up some trucks with explosives in the underground garages of several sky scrapers in USA to revenge for Western aggression against Iranian Islamic Revolution notwithstanding the collaboration in Afghanistan for fighting Soviet Union. To get the information for such a schemed was impossible for Mike. So, he shunted that over to the scheme of September 11th where CIA knew the date, the time, the attackers and even cities where the airbuses were going to be hijacked by Arabs. The event might be prevented rather easily. But instead, Mike was persuaded to keep it secret even from Russian intelligence office and gave a sigh of relief when they got the information it was real. By legal provisions, Mike was no criminal in this case because he gave timely information about a terrorist act that might prevent it.



Noble death

Mike’s granduncle was a noble man, his name was Dmitry. He was noble according to the Soviet Union pedigree rules in that he had a proletarian origin. His wife was a daughter of a White Guard officer, the Russian nobleman who fought against odds and Lenin and Trotsky. First, she was a wife of a big German businessman in China, in Kharbin. But, when he died she refused of the sole heir’s title for her defunct husband’s numerate German relatives and immigrated back to Soviet Russia. There she met her new man Dmitry. Dmitry was an artillery major officer but had not get his Soviet Union Hero star for establishing a river ford because of his temper and love for women. He became an officially registered artist and painted pictures of landscapes, portraits and nature-mort-s. He also taught his wife to become a good painter, though she did not have a stable State salary as her husband, they married, because did not become a member of the Soviet Union of artists. Granduncle Dmitry had somewhat complex relations with Mike’s dad Jack’s father, also a Dmitry, two Dmitries in on family. Even, in the old days of theirs when Jack’s father got some leaves from the crazy house. Though artist Dmitry was proud of his younger brother crazy Dmitry, all in the good sense of this word. Dmitry the Crazy was a hero of the second world war and had a monument in the regional capital, though this monument was hidden in the leaves of the trees around and this hero was a secret one. He became a hero occasionally. He was a reconnoiter captain and about seventy times came across the line of the front between Soviet and Nazi armies. But, eventually he got a contusion and in the hospital he became a friend of a shot-down English pilot, they exchanged their uniforms without the signs of military subordination and Dmitry got a job of the truck driver “Truman” in not important missions. He could not be of much use because still was in some kind of delirium. So, they said to him to dispose of a truck of the spoil American meat cans. Still, it was a secret mission because most of Soviet soldiers were mad hungry and might insist to try their luck with these meat cans in eating them. There was a lot of fog and finally Dmitry got into the positions of an elite tank-motorized SS division of death. There, when captured, he tried to explain that the meat was bad and the cans to dispose of, but because he was in delirium and spoke broken English, while the German officer was mad hungry, the sentence was the meat was good and that is why the Russian man said it was bad, otherwise, knowing how the Russian love their father-mother-land and are afraid of becoming traitors, he would have asserted the meat was good. So, the SS division was fed with this meat and in two hours were out of service, office and what might be. Thus, the Soviet Army got a breach in German defense front of about six line kilometers to march on Czech Republic. The Soviet intelligence office adapted and adopted it a subversive, divertive act and Dmitry also became a German national hero, because now all the war was a matter of humor and though there was no genocide on the part of Nazi on the occupied territory of the Soviet Union but the war against “guerillas”, the threat of violence crimes among Soviet soldier on the now vise versa occupied territory of Germany existed and now was subdued by laugh and smiles. It was also recalled for Dmitry that once, after a raid beyond the front to support “guerillas” his group destroyed a caravan of German ammunition and a woman, the Gestapo interpreter was just gently fucked by three best ways and boys and let free. Also, Dmitry let free a German highest officer when the story with meat cans took place with a blessing of “Stalin will solve your case”. So, when a German aristocratic family, whose grandfather general was killed under Moscow and the father colonel was in Siberia as a prisoner-of-war, he had to confess he was a Jew, but they said that they needed more Jews like he and his brother. It resembled the story of Mike’s granddad Peter, his mother Anastasia’s father, when the last was in German captivity and worked for repairs on railways of occupied Ukraine, to further testify that Nazi also had very scarce ammunition even in August of 1941 and kept offensive only on the spirit of experience, he leaned on his both hands on his shove and thought about his wife Mary, a German veteran of the first world war angrily approached him and hollered “Judas, Judas!”; his fellow prisoners of war, mainly Russian Mafia blatnoy people, threw away their spades and cried to the sense “No Judas, no Judas!”; after a while offended Peter fell down because of fatigue, hunger and hard work, and, though, the German vet precautiously took off his bayonet knife and wanted to use the butt of his rifle to raise Peter, when he looked around he saw the blatnoy and the rest of the prisoners-of-war run on Germans with their spades and lances and there was a scrap of a kind of little rebellion. Then, when all calmed down, the elders of blatnoys, Russian Mafiosi, said to the effect that Hitler might do what he listed with his German and Polish Jew but nobody should touch their Siberian Hebrews or they might forget they were the victims of Stalinism. So, old Dmitry the artist was old and they said crippled with the last stages of sugar diabetes. But, he had a debt in his life. He had had a god-daughter who was kidnapped and disappeared totally, they said because of sellable policemen who embezzled the ransom. The girl had lived in China… The doctors said that old Dmitry was able to live for a week in conscience or a month under narcotics. But, he preferred a noble death. He called the local sheriff and insulted the man in most four-lettered words, so he sent some patrols… When Mike went into the yard of the condominium where old granduncle Dmitry lived, he saw a man, he seemed to be young, who ran out of the flat of Dmitry on the first floor with a naked skull bones. His face hang on a sinew, the rest jumped out of windows breaking window cases and getting cut with glass. Mike went into the flat and saw policemen who lay with broken arms and legs, one policeman’s neck was broken and a lieutenant seemed to be broken in halves and backwards and resembled a monument of some famous writer, same pensive and unmoved, eyes open. Old Dmitry lay before the colors TV set and Mike counted eighteen bullets in his legs, arms and chest. He still breathed and Mike closed his eyes and the old man exhaled his last smoke of atmosphere gas. Then, Mike had to repair the policemen to return them alive to their families. It was when Mike was about ten… Some said old Dmitry did survive and lived in a special clinic for old people. His wife Ally said he phone-called her. It might be so because his younger brother Dmitry (as above-mentioned there were two Dmitries in their family), the biological father of Mike’s father Jack, and old John, the juridical father of Jack, turned up to live in the special clinics for mad people, visiting Mike’s parents’ flat when on leave, all after they were officially buried into the land.

Privilege

This was an open secret that Mike was brought up by wolves for some time in his childhood. It was a good experience for him without any traumatic effect whatsoever in the psychological sense. The she-wolf that borrowed him of his human parents and other wolves in her band just played with him.
First, Mike was fed by the bosom of a home dog. He crawled into her small wooden house whereto she-dog was chained and sucked the milk while the she-dog licked him. His own human mom tried to interfere first but when she saw that the relationship was deep and natural she let it be so. She realized that the active boy did not have enough milk from her own bosom while he needed calories due to he knocked with his knees on the floor very often and loud.
On a visit to the forest for some berries, Mike was left in a basket on a chump and the she-wolf just robbed his parents by her instinct feeling that the affairs in the boy’s family were dangerous for the small human baby owing to the mom was guilty in the death of some prisoners on an enterprise where she had worked as a technical security engineer letting the prisoners get burnt by the absence of categorical attitudes of her remarks on the anti-fire security while some said that because of sexual harassment on the part of these guys her former husband Antonio made the job to start the fire which consumed the offenders. The dad Jack also was in a critical situation being a KGB killer. So, the she-wolf just kidnapped Mike for good intentions. She could not have her own cups but wanted to show her mother care on Mike. The boy returned her the debt of goodness by sucking her sick bosom which first produced mainly pus but then a cocktail of blood and milk. When the she-wolf cleaned of her sickness, she returned Mike to his parents by bringing him in the same basket to the feet of his mother Anastasia on her hike home from work. It was because she was already pregnant and awaited for her own babies. The she wolf was a good mother. She ate the special roots and bark and grasses and vomited this stuff from her stomach into Mike’s mouth to heal him of the microbes he got from her bosom and in the time when they had tested the vaccines on the boy.
Mike said once to his father that the wolves brought him up and he shared their values. But, the dad objected that it had been only for two months and because a naturalist cinema man filmed the whole story there was no doubt that the wolves behaved like dogs with Mike, not as wild beasts. So, why Mike was so privileged? It was the deep past story. All was thanks to his great-granddad Nicolas Nagibin. The story happened in the early years of the beginning of the twentieth century. There came a winter that brought no snow and the grass feeding animals were fed well and strong while wolves could not track them down and became extremely hungry which brought them to the point when they began to attack the households’ animals such as cows and horses. In return, the hunters came to the forests and killed wolves weakened by famine with rifles and traps. Reciprocally, the wolves began to kill these hunters and ordinary people in settlements to feed on their flesh. The war started. They said they killed the wolves by thousands because the instinct drove the mature male wolves from other parts of the great Siberian taiga forest to come to this locality to lead this feud war. Some small children also disappeared and their parents felt that the wolves kidnapped them by instinct of war. Nicolas asked for a leave from his job as a head of a group of gold miners in the heat of the season of gold extraction when the mine got a good order for the gold from the government. So, on his return, he would be just an ordinary miner losing his ten years of building career. The man took three rifles and a sack of cartridges along with three cows from his household, and moved to taiga forest. All thought that he came there to exterminate the wolves and he needed the cows only as a bait. But, he murdered his cows already on the fifteenth mile off home to feed the hungry wolves. Then, he shot down about five hundred wild grass feeding animals such as dears, moose and not to count hares which he killed by hundreds. The wolves were fed and stopped attacking humans and household animals. Then, they returned about thirty small babies whom they held as hostages by their clever wits and instinct that should be better called intuition because the arrogance of humans makes them vainly believe that only they were able to think reasonably. Why Nicolas did so? He recalled how he himself was hungry on his first months of stay in the new land of Siberia whereto he had come from Europe as a settler by the State program of exploration of Siberia. He recalled how he came to the forest and was a bad hunter yet and once wolves left their prey to him, a murdered moose, and he was able to sell the meat and feed his children and wife. On this money he lived till the next harvest when he was able to collect good crops on the land that was given him by government. He was jobless. But, the wolves behaved as dogs in his presence and helped him shoot moose and dear making up for the lack of experience. So, he sold the meat and was able to pay a bribe to get a job on the gold mine. Somehow, the wolves sympathized with him and it was a deep strong relationship making him suspect that it was the blessing he inherited from his ancestors.
On his return from taiga, he did not tell anything of what he had done but the local folks had enough of intuition and wits to guess what was what. So, he got easily restituted in his office of the head of a gold miners’ group and got a premium from the government he donated to the orphanage houses fund. His wife was proud of him and even dared once to greet the wife of the regional governor who passionately shook hands with her because her granddaughter also had been kidnapped by wolves after a group of mature wolf males attacked a cart and killed four Cossack horsemen, paying mercy only to the young mother of the baby. Thus, Mike was also proud of his great-granddad Nicolas.




Personal schedule

Mike easily perceived that he was no rabbit. His sexual contacts with women and to support some men were not an everyday practice. That is why it was able to match to the measured life of his parents’ household he belonged to. The mom should be a last instance organization factor for these visits of some girls like it was as he well remembered in his childhood and should be nowadays the same. But, it also ought to be scheduled just for the aim of getting the product prepared by him, the donor seed. He did not need the women for getting infected to produce immunity due he used drinking of the blood contagious by some microbes for that. He lived in a spiritual isolation provided by his division of personality which was no more than constant lost of memories relevant to the amour part of his existence. And, if he came over to the thought that he was a human progenitor it gave him often not pride but some strange shame of the innocence conserved. It happened after communicating with some fresh people. Usually, such ideas of this kind of living and the presence of that purpose in his life brought about into his soul a sense for existence and maybe a tide of good emotions that he identified for the Holy Spirit he had earned for his self laden with much of strain as a source of recovering. And, that burden of negative passions, horror and darkness, was for Mike a token that he was on the straight line in his being, due his only measurement of labor was if he felt hard or not on his way. He did not evaluate his projects by his intellect and if he had an easy heart and his “hara” (a genuine Japanese word for prostate as an organ that might be considered a means to show the state and condition of human soul on the whole) did not feel burden on it, not constant but in the process of absorbing bad energy by his self, he should feel his life was senseless. He wanted to be a personal Jesus Christ for as many people as he might cover by the scope of his charity of which the coverage was based on the principle of maximum, just as much as Mike might overcome in unhappiness and bad luck that corresponding to his everyday existence success could be called artificial but for its charge of negative emotions that were much real in the process of their baring into the annihilation of the God’s forgiveness, all the way on his own shoulders. But, in the natural surroundings of that real medium of human existence, not in some religious pictures that might be based on some ancient superstitions, the channels for that sin laundering did open with each sexual contact that were all active for Mike (and should be the same his whole life owing he never overvalued himself). However, enough of Mike’s personal philosophy. His only principle of acquiring knowledge he might share with other man was empiric approach. He was almost no metaphysic and did ascertain in public only such things as he did perceive by his five senses. But, let us return to our continual report of Mike’s life, which had for its goal to prove that the second part of his life was real, to himself and other people who were not in the know of his adventures.
Mike was some kind of a Mafia man, in the sense that his family affaires had some public attention. Not like he had some problems and it were discussed by other part of society in rumors. That was of place but usually Mike solved his matters fine and there was no tragedy or even drama, just a soft melodrama. But, it was possible for him to get this kind of feedback on his private opinions he usually spoke out to his dad who played himself a solicitor on behalf of society on the whole when he put some serious question: he might see the reaction of some public figures in high authorities on TV. Once, there was a scandal concerning a deputy of Russian parliament, he was the head of a big political party and fraction in the federal Russian equivalent for American congress. They said he had infected three foreign women from the West with syphilis. Some thought him a rogue but some gave no qualified opinion on that because all knew that the matter was somewhat strange for the man of such a reputation and high position in society. Mike was not a deep expert on the theory of medicine but he was a man of a successive practice of struggling with them. So, he had an intuition based on some medical science information. He gave a supposal that the women might be infected with the chronic kind of syphilis for a long time, the one that gave no first fruits of skin damage and that is why might not be registered by doctors, while the man should have some immunity against that sickness that gave the effect of coming of the sickness into an easier stage when it might be successfully cured but for the skin damage that are natural for the softer forms of syphilis.
That parliamentarian was a bold man. So, during a TV program “Parliament Hour”, as a report of debates in Russian congress, he found forces to come and rehabilitate himself in an active manner. He also remarked that the health of the nation that was much discussed by the deputies began with each of them. He also said he was grateful to Mike (he called no names but by the context it might be easily understood that only Mike might come under this signboard), owing to the problem that had come to the light found an easy resolve: the women that had been found as infected by that version of this sickness in the relevant locality were fertilized with the seed of the Siberian stallion as he called Mike (there was a report that Mike came from the kin of Siberian stallions with practical similar results as the history showed). The doctors were sure that the patients would recover fast and get cured totally.
Mike saw that scene of the deputy’s speech to his colleagues with his own eyes, but something alike to modesty that lived in his soul required looking for some shell for the jellyfish of his soul. So, after some time, he thought that all these memories were the product of his sick feverish imagination… Maybe, he was a public figure in some respect? But, what’s for the clandestine character of his personal life? Maybe, it was just a game on his part and it was much simpler? Rather, it was a manner of emotional survival in such conditions.

The State and the private

Mike wanted to be fully a Mafioso and take on himself no obligation and accept no duties before the State. But, when he knew that his beloved girl Eve would need to get the education in the special juvenile State easy prison regime settlement to fight hereditary alcoholism. He had therefore invest him own private money to the State budget to pay for these expenditure and the similar ones for the same problem girls of his. Thus, he accepted the citizenship and full adult status being seven years old through a complex medical and educative State special commission of doctors and teachers.


Civil war in Vietnam

After the storm of Saigon, where Mike’s father Jack was wounded through the armored jacket and got an interior blood damage to his spleen and under-stomach gland responsible for sugar, and the war was almost over, his Vietcong friends began to come onto the side of the Southern Vietnam due to the torturing of civil people by the Northern Vietnam special services organization, he also came across his Rubicon to fight for US government and Southern Vietnam. Soviet soldiers who had some Chinese blood, mainly from Siberian parts of Russia near Chinese frontier, also the people from Russian blatnoy Mafia. First, it was hard to lead the warfare and he earned some NATO medals and orders. It was easy because of Vietnam mentality where clans played the main role. Then, this effect on the Soviet Army in Vietnam became massive and soldiers crossed the front line fully equipped and with weapons by whole detachments. So, Moscow had to qualify it as a civil war choice and grant the unconditional war amnesty to all who came onto the side of enemy. But, though this and eighteen months in the NATO prison camp as a captive and about three years of almost independent warfare where the dad Jack already then had made some choices for the benefit of NATO, they did not take him to USA because he was too clever with partial interests and Moscow trumped their own cards for him to get him to Soviet Union. As the dad said, ‘A had a fate to war for Southern Vietnam also.’
He said like using tanks and armored machines, flak ones and storm ones, against helicopters and other air-crafts, best skills of about a year of preparation on Russian Island in the Far East Pacific ocean, experienced general and colonels of the second world war, led to six million casualties with NATO, where as the dad used to say they had just pumped “Yankee Doodles” to NATO soldiers and officers. ‘It’s necessary to recompense and restore the American population,’ Jack said often, ‘lest their baby boom should be a catastrophe.’ He had many more missions in his life, but as they said the Agent Orange allotted him to the cancer of under-stomach gland. This pesticide was used not against regular Vietcong guerillas (they also gave the advantage of leaves protection for helicopters), but to help somewhat cope with the flak armored machines and tanks that in the Vietnam jungles where a big tree was one for two hundred square feet and the rest were lianas. Jack always demanded Mike to look after his sons from American women whom might have been also victims of “Yankee Doodles”’ style of warfare. Like consulting them when they would be on missions or helping them personally when on war.

Office work

The officers in the local KGB office were always grouchy and jealous for Mike’s father Nick’s love achievements and adventures even with Western women.
‘Your father has a green light as in traffic while we just look at and swallow saliva.’ He once complained. ‘Because he is such a hero of war.’
‘Listen, it’s no heroism to lead a war when the scenario is already written and the only chance to die is to be deadly sick… When and where all is paid for by the money and suffering of the ordinary people… They told me the stories when the license on the weapons and armors led to the cases when a soldier was not killed even by getting a bullet into his forehead, just a bruise or busted skin because the motherland suffered for him… It’s like in Mafia wars when there is an executor and social order to kill… All the heroism of my father was that he came through the poisonous insects’ bits and mosquitoes’ bits’ infections’ grafts into his blood… He fucked and suffered in the prisoner-of-wars camp under the rule of CIA when he was in NATO captivity… What hinders you from getting bit by gnats and some spiders in our locality and be not afraid of flesh love and have sex because it acts as Spanish flies? Do it, do it now.’ Mike advised.
‘It’s for sure? I will be as crazy as your dad?’ The KGB officer inquired.
‘Sure case.’ Mike promised…
When he came to the local district KGB office department a week later, the man sat and his face was swelled and he resembled a Mongolian, ‘I could not stand more than three hours,’ he told, ‘I have first successes… now, they will not be able to impute me the liaisons with CIA if I have sex with a US tourist or terrorist.’ He asserted being one hundred percent sure of the outcome…
In some time, about half a year, he became successive in love and got much of personal authority in the informal sense of this word, ‘I have settled down so many arguments that I might become a thief-in-law myself once any problems he said.’ He had a good suit and looked like a Sicilian Mafia gangster…
Then, when Mike was in the crazy house, the guys who worked as nurses demanded if this secret with fishing trips and gnats worked. Mike said yes. Some time passed and all their talks were about their victories with women… As for this KGB officer, they said he became a higher officer, almost a general of KGB. Before his visit to the crazy house because of active sexual life, he demanded the favor to have a bare-handed scrap with Mike’s father Jack to have an excuse for mental hospital treatment and have some kind of calmness and easiness of approach to the life. He also solicited for his friends in a group assail against Jack and Mike should complain that KGB officers oppressed him to his father to start the fight. Jack took the call and fought one against fifteen people of KGB officers. The spectators said it was nothing to look on due to Jack knocked them all out in five minutes.


Memories

Inevitably, there came a day when Mike recalled almost all that belonged to his previous second self. He recalled somewhat about Chechen war campaigns, the knights of the Saint Michael order and the Russian military recruits he had killed when they moved from a regional capital to Mike’s hometown Shushenskoe. They all were just unhappy persons with no choice but to prefer to be killed or wounded by Mike not to die of some cancer or tuberculosis. They lived longer because Mick took on himself their sins and faults of pedigree as a curse and burden he got off with by bringing the curses to nowhere to get blessing. First, when there was an agreement on who would die, Mike said their would be no casualties but only deliberate suicides on the part of soldiers and officers and Mike did render the last grace. What they got, the knights and members of the military trade that would have become the victims of inquisition in the deepest past of the Middle Ages? Their own money with Mike as a guarantor and owner of the anti-trust, where he had no rights, except for his kids and their mothers, but all responsibilities. It was real and no ephemeral as some stolen extorted finance nobody could spend. What’s more? He was a good sportsman and at the request of one of his father’s friends he gifted a four-rooms flat through his district administration to the daughter of that man, they said she was mentally sick, but for Mike this statement was just a curse and lie of the devil. First, the dad said that they were not so much of friendship with that man but had to acknowledge that he had drunk enough of liquor with that man in the past. The man was a doctor, a surgeon, and a deputy of the aldermen’s council of the town where Mike lived.

Judith

In his childhood, Mike was often sent to some distant places abroad to some relatives or acquaintances because he often got into some conflicts executing the orders of KGB. So, once, he found himself in a sunny countryside summer afternoon background. He saw a girl sitting under the sun in such a hot weather. He directed his steps towards her. ‘Do not approach her and play with her, she’s a witch,’ a boy cried from behind. But, Mike went up to the girl. ‘Why you sit and your eyes are not tired of the sun?’ Mike gently inquired. ‘I have an invisible veil on my eyes,’ the girl said. ‘I throw it on your face!’ she warned and after some time he felt the pressure of a veil on his face. It was putting off a hat and feeling its weight for some time. From that Mike knew the girl was from a very noble family if she had inherited such a thing. ‘She’s a fairy, not a witch.’ Mike remarked to himself and went on his chirrups of courtship because an old man had advised him to be more decisive with her…
Then, when Mike became one of the wild geese, he met Judith in an Arab country. She was somewhat feverish because of an infection for sure and to save the position of a male Mike had even to tie her with ropes… Then, he escorted her in a truck where as well as he remembered afterwards, they also had intimacy. The military discipline officer bawled that Mike “discredited” something, but Mike retorted that he spent his own money the way he liked and deemed proper. His status of a hireling gave him the possibility to spend money on other Arab women and girls without which no peace process was possible because Muslims are proud people and give women only to the shakhids (the lovers for healthy children by folklore medicine applied to a male) and never took money just for the sake of it might be called charity. So, it was pragmatism and in the interests of US government and peace process. Pentagon gave his approval for this in a pair of days. So, maybe, Judith forgave him for that. He always kept that in memory, especially a love scene on the countryside when she felt herself better… Then, Mike met her in the Internet space and called his wife which was true though poetic because he had met her in his parents’ flat in the childhood and all legal papers for marriage were formed in and signed and stamped… He saw a little bit of prospective for his spirit wind to become almost a soft tempest due to Judith had been frank with him.





Banda

Mike was adopted by a regiment of the marines (sea infantry as with Russian equivalents of military names). It was after he had supported Nicaragua with his Nicaragua contras attack on USA in Washington where he had availed of the ancient warfare psychological preparations coming from the traditions of Indians from Nicaragua. He became an elder lieutenant by his military signs. But, his regiment marines turned wild and also got many kids, which they had to prove their love to in a mission against NATO and US… There was a base in Atlantic ocean which prevented Soviet atomic submarines to cross this ocean for a possible hypothetically nuclear strike on US territory. This base they should attack, four hundred Soviet marines and Mike because the last had not deserted from his friends… They came on an old second world war warship not to ground any seed of suspicion on the thirty thousand garrison of this base and attacked… Mike was with his heavy machine gun quenching the fire of infantry, other machine-guns and artillery to boot with shooting down some air-crafts… After an hour of brisk and steady attack only the personnel of the headquarters of this base, about thirty people stood alive, while Mike’s band lay down and the opponents also… All his marines had the signs of the Merry Roger and no other epaulettes or distinguishing tokens. Mike saw off these NATO highest officers on a US warship to get away from the island and after several minutes the paratroopers landed on the island, later due to bad weather… Mike himself resembled a skeleton and ate canned meat owing he lost about ten pounds of his weight on this hour of warfare. When the doc looked the out of conscience Soviet marines, he said that he needed the donors of human skin. The paratroopers who stood around began to cut off their skin from thighs, bellies and even faces by whole cheeks… After some time, the Soviet government found another ways of how to get to US across Atlantics, and, the US government paid five hundred billions dollar to take back this fore post fortress of their Navy. The Soviet Political Bureau spent two hundred billions dollars on their Latin America, Africa, Arab, India, China and some other allies while the band of Mike got three hundred billions dollars of US. Mike visited the hospital (it was two years after this special military operation) and declared that 299 billions dollars was his part while his colleagues might take avail of one billion US dollars. Three of his marines were still unconscious most of time, so he nominated as the managers of trust funds 299 marines from his band, one billion dollars of US each marine and each financial trust fund. The other marine from first four hundred were silenced as to their fate by KGB, so Mike could not say of they were alive and in coma, or dead, or in some crazy house. It was their loot. As a promotion Mike right way became a marine colonel…

Eugenics the Meaty Bull

There was a boy in Mike’s school, in his class, whose name was Eugene. His father was a proletarian as he himself said about him and a middle hand manager on a chicken farm. He also had a bee farm at his cottage household. His mom was a bit fat the same as Eugene himself. So, he was often beaten and even tried to find a rescue in simulating heart attacks when he was kicked over and down and even more kicked. But once, Mike explained to him that people were as bees in their schemes of bearing progeny. A human male, a drone was a builder and protector of the hive, struggling in many air battles with the other drones in duels and the drones from the other hives and even bee farms. The queen bee was the producer of eggs for other bees the same as a human queen produced the eggs and even zygotes, that is fertilized eggs by the sperm of a man as a donor through self-gratification and regular sex. The differences of the children born of the eggs of the human queen and the spermatozoids of the human king were explained not only by play and combinations of genes but also because the mothers of these human children having no ability to produce eggs had different metabolism and the situation as is. A king might have many queens if for humans and thus Mike and his girl Julia with their intensive sex might have at minimum several hundreds common children as a combination of Mike’s spermatozoids and Julia’s eggs. The same for his other queens. All homosexual, lesbian, female domination sex was for this reproduction of human beings and also for to give a chance for those who were passive lovers in the flesh sex for them to fortify themselves, strengthen their spirits and become productive to have their own clans, even small one. So, in the humankind world there was not much of competition as to the source of the childbirth, the strongest and firmest specimens had children born by women. All wars were for territory and resources because of the scarce land principle. The science could solve this question. So, Mike just said Eugene that now the boy of eleven was in his clan as a drone not able to produce the seed. But, as Mike showed Eugene might have his own clan and be a small kind of king human. The classmate of Mike knew enough of the life in the world of bees and understood that no easy, give-in and slack might be accessible. He withstood in a fight with five eighteen or seventeen years old almost graduates for fifty minutes as a good bull, thus mad and thus obstinate. When Eugene was exhausted Mike took his place and in two minutes the elder-classers asked for mercy and called Mike to be a lord. After that, Eugene got the nickname of Eugenics the Meaty Bull and in his adult age much farther in time became as firm as a meaty bull, fat and muscled. Maybe, he had his clan and his own seed and progeny from him as a biological father.






Arms

Mike had earned enough of money with KGB and CIA to have his own weapons investment into the movement of Chechen resistance to prevent a possible genocide for the Chechen because of vaccines and epidemics. But, they said that though they thought Mike to be a Jew, the finance did not match it, they needed an ordeal.
So, they found fifty boys (some were up to five years older) whom Mike had to win against in boxing. Mike had only one chance, it was to knock out all of them, which he did.
But, he was not so fortunate when he competed with the foreign professional boxers in a give-your-bid contest. They were very many and the last did withstand his blows, and really they were quite a few, to mean his adversaries. The won by knocks was huge but to save very much of money for the organizers the judges ruled him out of victories to give to his Sicilian Godfather the right to ask the money in a private manner.
Mike could boast that such way it was agreed before. A good Sicilian Mafioso should be able to boast in a good sense of this word.
Still, the good box is not just knocking but also receiving blows. The relatives of his girlfriend Benedicta, the granddaughter of a Sicilian Mafia Boss, hired a Russian emigrant boxer by the promises of good promotion in the professional boxing of this formerly amateur boxer to punch Mike as good as possible without any defense, on account some thought Mike violated Benedicta when they were kids and he was ten years old. Mike had this kind of boxing also. Thanks God, the promotion for that boxer made him a world champion in his weight category and Benedicta forgave him some.

Executors

Michael was concerned with the ratio of his own difficulties proceeding from his future many years complete sexual fast and the security of free love that the clients of vaccinations program would get. Such vaccines were a credit of nature sometimes. Infections penetrated into organism and due to the absence of genuine immunity which would have originated from the interior resources of human body itself, the subtle forms of contagious diseases did develop. Taking into consideration that the security offices that coordinated these programs wanted to achieve the goals of national safety against epidemics or the appliance of bacteriological weaponry, the vaccines against tropical infections were used collaterally to the ordinary vaccines for such illnesses as hepatitis or HIV. The multi-infections vaccines of bad quality might lead to the collapse of immunity system when the balance of microbes and antibodies would be broken and the organism would be attacked by many strong fevers that would be accustomed to ordinary medicines while the resources of human being in question would be exhausted.
Mike knew about this rule of equity for such business as the profit on somebody else’s suffering which represented vaccination. He knew that this fairness, that the nature itself established, and the God might not be cheated out of His righteousness, dictated for his own interests to be observed by the society and State. And, what he wanted? He wanted to have children from the girls vaccinated in the program. It would hedge the risks for the bad effects of the vaccination, the payment for easy approach to free love sex for the infected ones and those who aspired to avoid getting infected. It was for the sick girls. But, for the sound people that took part in it for the safety of regular sex with many and often changed partners, Mike could offer the cross-breeding of children. For that purpose, Mike also should have a harem of sick women whom he should cohabit in marital life with for the better quality vaccines to be produced. The last were necessary to make away with the bad effects of previous vaccinations and ensure more positive effect for new vaccinations of other people. Also, it might be used in the therapy of infections for the people that were already sick.
Mike knew he was responsible for what he did and he wanted that the natural guarantees against bad side-effects were observed, the same as his naturals wants. Once, he raised that question in a conversation with the KGB officer that had business with his usually.
‘We are just the executors. But, there are those who ordered all that. The same would suffer if there were any trouble with the vaccines. As for us, we would just destroy all the documentation and abolish all evidence of the program in that case.’ He said.
Mike knew that he had no arguments against such a position and he gave no comments to that statement.

Flat

They said in KGB that just talking around for the effect of being a terrorist and having exploded the Chernobyl nuclear satiation was not to suit the authorities. So, Mike participated with the other people in dismantling the reactor of that nuclear station and he did it with a small crow bar he had used to make a hole in the concrete of the floor of the operating room of the station. They tied a rope to his leg and pulled now and then to indicate his time was over and he had to leave the reactor. But, small Mike, he was about nine then, just came out of the hole and to the babbling from the muzzle of a gas mask to show with his right hand and its fingers he needed more of red wine. The rest of the guys that took part in the whole affair were feeble of health because of all these vaccines they had tested on them and the damage that had been caused to their livers, lungs, kidneys and hearts bereaved them of drinking enough wine or some other stuff to be drunken enough not to be afraid of any radiation and not to feel its impact. So, Mike made away with the nuclear fuel of the station that had been blown not to let the reactor detonate in a chain reaction. It was to protect the terrain from further radioactive pollution. To be inspirited he put the poster with his American woman he sponsored for her career in pop music and maybe some cinema. She, then, paid him her own sexual services in his hometown Shushenskoe. They said all the world knew about that but papers, even yellow ones, kept their omerta on that.
They paid well for that job and his first ordinary reward of a flat in Moscow Mike gifted to a nuclear catastrophe liquidator who had two daughters and needed more than just one flat. But, due Mike did a lot of extra work they promised to him a choice of any flat in any city of the Soviet Union. The other flats Mike earned during the liquidation of the Chernobyl catastrophe he just left for KGB to decide who was to get them. It happened to him to get the papers for such flats because he did the job only he was able to do. When he got home, it was necessary to organize a taking of hostage for testing on him some other radioactive materials for vaccines along with some boxes of vodka that he demanded as his terrorist requirement. He recalled only he took some vagabond as a hostage and exchanged him for some girls sick with blood cancer to test his blood on them immediately because some doubted if he might survive. But, all was Ok because Mike was under the psychiatric pills and owing to that was able to drink a lot of curing grass beverages, liquor and some other stuff not to allow the radioactive elements to cause any damage to his body. To produce the reaction in his body out of taking these psychiatric pills he did fast of urinating some, and of defecating also, but mainly of his sexual outlet, on account that he was a male producing the sperm for children to be born even in the age of nine because of all this natural therapy the wolves had made on him when a barren she-wolf borrowed him of his parents for to get healed and be able to bear the puppies for her small group of gray predators to have return Mike back to his parents in the same basket and clothes she had taken him off, only he had lived through a harsh winter in the wolves’ world. The grey beasts often warmed him with their bodies in the den of his wolf mother if it had been too cold.
However, the doctors said that the apparatus showed almost no serious radioactivity level from Mike’s body and said for sure he had no immunity collapse. So, he was alive and kicking and ready for romantic adventures. Thus, a woman got a flat from him. She was the mother of a pair of pretty girls and participated in the vaccinations production program only to prove the females were not able to bring about any direct goods in the terms of some high quality vaccine.
She came with a camera and first Mike had sex with her in the room that usually was occupied by him and his brother Nick. They said the woman was the first harlot of Novockuznetsk and it only showed she was of strict morals and most surely got pregnant artificially from some “Holy Ghost” that had not lived though the treatment. She made some sucking to Mike’s small penis and then he tried to cum making frictions into her pussy. But, it did not help and after about forty minutes there was left nothing but to poke his small penis into her pretty and well-looking browning asshole to labor some ten minutes and cum only after pulling her long dark hair back on him to cause some erotic influence on the whole story and get the orgasm along with that pretty maiden of about thirty that might be called virgin in the terms of having no sex with a male before. After the détente, the woman collected the grey contents of Mike’s production to use in the innocents conception for the other women. Why Mike was ripe in the age of ten? They used the psychiatric pills and injections on him and it made a mature male of him because he was no pederast and these medicines always produced the paradox reaction with him as was named in the medical notions that discomfort he had experienced and might get rid of only through sex with women or some men to charge them with his own spermatozoids that penetrated into their prostates though the channels the nature prepared for the justification of this kind of love. Then, Mike fell asleep and the woman just took the video camera and dismantled the tripod.
When Mike awoke he did not believe he had fucked an adult woman overnight. He thought it was a fancy and suspiciously looked at a middle age woman that lay in the second room of his parents flat, the guest room, the brunette beauty was whether drunken or happy, or satisfied, or in a bliss because on Mike’s greetings of courtesy she just pronounced, ‘What a male.’
‘Mom, she speaks about our father? She’s his mistress.’ Mike demanded.
‘No, she speaks about you… You should drink that.’ The mom showed on a glass filled with some strong concentration grass beverage with his crazy pills in addition which might not be doubted.
When the woman awoke again, she was intelligent and elegant and played no fool with Anastasia, Mike’s mom. Then, the mom left them both alone with each other again. Their game in a gynecologist doctor and a female patient was filmed on the video camera also after Mike got enough courage for poking his rather small right hands to check if all was Ok with the woman’s health. Mike did not remember for sure but seemed they had sex again…
Mike did not understand what was the price for such services, so he somewhat grouched against having a flat in Novockuznetsk just for a pair of sex liaisons. But, the mom insisted the woman earned it because she came through painful healing. Still, Mike thought that, for example, he might better gift that flat to some girl and fuck her regularly his whole life that was ahead. He expressed himself like the dad might earn back that flat if he had sex with this woman. But, the mom said that this woman would have had no interest in him, especially because by the rules of such bargains the dad would have been on the place a female ought ordinarily to take, and because the dad was very sinful, no getting back the flat was possible…
Mike might not say he was ashamed in the future when he became a man of thirty himself for all these childish slyness schemes of his he had had no success to realize. It was only natural to have been a fool in the age of ten not to know what price that sex had. He was glad with that past bargain of his, after some remorse, of course. And, they said that the girls of that woman would pay him also with their sexual services, only he should pay cash and buy real estate for the younger one surely. Sex had big monetary cost Mike understood, so he was glad his Julia demanded only the price of a Moscow prostitute for each night. But, first Julia loved intensive sex herself because of her constitution of genitals that his her womb deep in her body, and second, Mike devoted to her some of his inventions for her to be able to influence the distribution of the profits from these investment projects to have a chance to fuck women and men as an active partner as much times as Mike himself fucked her. So, one thing totally matched the other one.

Secrets

Daniel was a former Soviet time middle hand businessman with much of aplomb. So, when he once met Mike on his bouts stimulated by psychiatric medicine on the banks of one of local artificial lakes, he got a-bawling, tired of Mike’s walking to and fro. ‘You see you put the federals’ heads giddy with the same maneuvers? I see you are a fool if you killed the kamikazes deadly sick without taking a penny for that in cash and granting the money to their widows and orphans and wounded ones. You were afraid of vengeance?’ He interrogated.
‘Yes.’ Mike simply answered. ‘Maybe, that was done by me but I am not sure… still see I should be in having done it.’
The old man spat and went away saying, ‘You’d better walked around the lake not to do your movements in vain… That’s your pills of yours.’ He went home…
Then, the man said that the aura of the lake got much better by Mike’s going around it and thanked Mike, and proposed a compensation. Mike asked for some wisdom of this man’s experience. And, further on, the man told several secrets of being a middle hand manager.


Second hand

Benedicta had to be in second hand shoes business to buy in Italy and sell in Siberian Russia. The constant supply was to get acquired by robbing Italian citizens of their footwear to make them buy new shoes and boots in their motherland to support the main production and export goods in Italy. Mike himself would pray for the Holy Ghost anointment on them shoes for luck and healing effect. But, so only for masculine footwear. The shoes and boots should be brand new for women having profits by using the customs house discount through migration of his women to summer Italy each year under Benedicta’s aegis. Thus, the State would get Mike the ability to cash his merits before the fatherlands of Russian federation and European Union. Benedicta would earn this money for herself by sexual services to Mike.



Don Bananno Big Tonno

Mike serviced Sicilian Mafia as one big tribe from early in his life. Even when he was a smallest kid he gave advices because the girls in the agricultural hostel and the young women who visited them gave him a lot of reading literature by leasing his free ear and getting prepared for exams. And, after he accomplished a pseudo massacre in his hometown Shushenskoe as though it would have been for the settling of debts of the population of his town before Soviet central authorities, he lived some time in USA and New York. He prepared himself to be a Mafia doctor and if as a lawyer he sought more for healing than advices of legality. So, when he was eight years old, Don Bananno Big Tonno visited his hometown Shushenskoe and rightway looked into and visited the judo club of mister Trifonov Adidas who was nicknamed so because in the times when the karate was out of law in Soviet Union he had knocked down and out fifteen offenders of some women, belaboring the opponents just with his arms and fist and using no kicks, the guys were established boxer; so, his cross running footwear were not spotted by the blood of his adversaries, that is why he was allowed by KGB to have his judo club. As it was a usage with Don Bananno Big Tonno, he walked with a “bastone” and dropped one of his gloves. Mike simulated getting a-mad and there ensued a big fight between him and Don Bananno, who reacted automatically because he was not in his best form. There was a brutal beast scrap and Mike did not win even after Don Bananno Big Tonno lost a tooth. Still, he was able to avail of the condition of Don and persuade him to drink a balm of which the main ingredient was the leaves of burdock. Don got into deep hypnotic condition that testified that his mother a Mafia Donna of the previous generation share of Big Apple smuggled him to a vagabond woman to hide from the problems of her family with vendetta affairs. So, in his early childhood Don Bananno saw the bared-teeth muzzle of this life very soon. But, after some time, his father Mafia Don found him and accepted and recognized as his son. When a kid and stray life living Don Bananno was a big consumer of the tonno fish which he was able to find taking into account it was depression and world war. He played with stray dogs and they kind of taught him life. So, he built his family army by a welcomed stray wild dog principle when Mike lived by the wolf principle and could be a Mafia doctor for the representatives of many Mafia families. After that shake, Don Bananno Big Tonno became much more vivacious and could withstand the roll-on his family in a court trial, the RINO law was only for young people with illusions of being bosses. Why Big Tonno? When his father found his son, that is him, Don Bananno, he asked what his son wanted and the boy said that he wanted a ton of not so fresh tonno fish and could eat it himself. His dad ordered a small truck of not so fresh tonno fish and the boy ate and about a hundred stray dogs ate also surrounding their leader boy and ready to serve and defend him. It was an impression. They said that Mike was fully his mother’s and father’s son but the times when he was born were more civilized and his mom Anastasia just secretly substituted him for a baby from a family of a not so much literate woman and a man sick with early stages alcoholism, then they had many children of their own and all was more or less fine. So, maybe the wolfess just took him not only to play with, having no kids of her own but also to return him to his natal parents which she later did. And, because in this world nothing could be secret, the dad Jack accepted to have his son at his house in an immediate manner because he had a back-up with taiga wolves. Something of the same kind was with Don Bananno Big Tonno, who was Tonno not because he had a “bastone” with a tonno fish carved of wood on its hilt or loved tonno fish which he did not like much afterwards but because he always as they said “pressed as a ton”. Of course, if Mike was just a descendent and progeny of Garibaldi (Mike paid the debt of his forefather of as if stealing his bride Benedicta, the granddaughter of Bernardo Provenzano), Don Bananno would just invited him to New York, but they said that his grand-granddad Nicolas exchanged his son Dmitry when just a bosom baby, who later became the father of his dad Jack, for a daughter of a great man who advocated for the working class and this girl, whom Nicolas grew and brought up, became the mother of Jack, the same Jack Mike’s father. This man was in exile in Shushenskoe in the threshold of twentieth century and they said he was greater than any of the other political dissidents of that time. So, Don Bananno Big Tonno wanted to know his relatives.


AAA

Mike tested himself as an AAA soldier despite they said to him it was a decision for him to become a war hireling. And, at the question what was the God for him he honestly told that he was himself his own God. He wrote that he was ruled only by advices of his own voice from the different moments of the time, from the past and his future, even from his further on generations of reincarnation as a born again human, paying no regard almost to all the telepathic messages of young witches, “extra senses” and yogis in half-lethargic sleep.

Cow

Mike’s grandma Mary’s cow did not eat and felt bad. Her niece Catherine inspected her as an experienced collective socialist farm cowwoman and said, ‘It’s cancer.’ But, Mike already had all prepared for the showdown. He persuaded young cow named Daisy to drink the burdock beverage in a bucket and the cow did lapse in her soft artificial state of second childhood and vomited out all bad stuff and just lay on the land gently lowing. They gave her her own milk to drink and in a week of such treatment she was on her fours tearing the grass off the ground of the by-house meadow with her muscled jaws.


Cartridges

Mike heard the testimonies of those who had tried to steal military ammunition. They said it was so hard that to hang oneself on a rope for a neck was the easiest outcome, otherwise the death in torture or the crazy house were guaranteed. Still, Mike’s dad Jack owed him some machinegun, automatic rifle and sniper rifle cartridges as a debt for Mike had given a word to his dad that he would steal no pills from the military medical kit against the nuclear, chemical and bacteriological warfare as a way to survive. The way it was, Mike insisted for the second one military medical kit with a red star on the plastic corpus as a sure means in his eyes to cope and fight HIV, syphilis and hepatitis with girls he loved. He was of no doubt that if these pills and narcotic drugs were enough for a world war three, they ought to be enough for any problems from having sex with girls to add to the ordinary psychiatric neuroleptic drugs Mike was treated by on a qualified opinion of the doctors. So, he asked for his personal medical military kit and also following ones as additional. But, the dad Jack promised real cartridges and even a projectile which he brought Mike from military army exercises he had taken part in. For the security sake he got rid of the explosives in the small flak projectile and Mike was with ammunition. A sure thing was to presume that Mike co-ordinate that with KGB. Still, Uncle Victor, Mike’s mother’s Anastasia’s brother told a story that there was a KGB investigation and some persecution of Jack and one of his pal. However, it was hard to steal any army ammunition for those who were just “guerillas” as was the name for the reserve soldiers, somebody had to sell these cartridges by a previous agreement with the relevant authorities, otherwise a marshal tribunal might be severe. But KGB was KGB and the dad Jack had a lot of merits before this organization. When once they proposed him become a professional politician in the communist party and simultaneously to become the office KGB worker through his elder friend, a regional communist ideology expert, Jack exchanged that for a vice versa trick of supporting this intermediate ideologist of communism for a good place in highest KGB office, after three years this man, colonel general, became the head of the fifth department of KGB and reported directly to the KGB chief Andropov. So, Mike was born in a Mafia family if to reckon that the communist party was a kind of basis for Mafia clans.

Conquering Moscow

The calling for adventure which Mike had in his soul brought him as far as to Moscow. First, the city seemed to be welcoming but then his hospitality lacked and the young man saw himself in a surrounding of strangers where all looked on him as on a vagabond without any liaisons, the one who had no other ways as to become a criminal. Mike followed the suit and his legs toted him as far as to a public house of whores. He paid his money to the pimp and had sex with a hooker. Then, he naturally stayed for some time in the luxury house of an elite prostitutes establishment. The entire house looked to be so kin that Mike fell in love with this business and the organizer proposed him a job in the whorehouse as a security guard. The job was according to Mike’s heart: the girls badly needed sex and wanted to be loved by anybody for a certain sum as a pledge of serious intentions and a forfeit against some false apply. They even brought some women from the wives of businessmen on the brink of craziness to get relaxed by an excuse of earning money as working off some debts. Mike arranged for a discount as he paid for the prostitutes from his wages as a security guard and even made bargains for the wives of the businessmen with their husbands. Really these poor madams were on the threshold to anything bad, being pumped up with liquor and narcotic drugs, strong as ecstasy and soft as marihuana. So, Mike loved them fleshly and also the prostitutes to warm them up for good clients and charge with sexual energy.
The main duty of Mike was to punch the muzzles to the bad clients who turned to be impotents who came for complaining about their fates, the same as chase off and belabor those young unwise men who came to “save” the girls from the ignoble trade for the sake of being “honest” while the girls wanted simply to be f*cked and the sooner the better. With this approach and a position of Mike, the establishment began to bring profit because the clients were psychologically wrought through by Mike’s behavior and all was ok on the beds in the rooms. The beaten up boys also had nothing to do but to pay money to approach to their ladies sold to whorehouse and they did for good because were afraid of Mike. The girls were from well-to-do families and after few days or a week of intensive sex forgot about drugs and aspired for education and career having so many relationships and the new girls arrived to take jobs. So, the establishment had now not only a reputation but a good spirit also. Mike did execute his duty and had to come home to Shushenskoe, but he did not want to do it with bare hands. He eavesdropped that the mobsters along with the Federal Security Service compiled a small lorry of money as an overdue payment to policemen for the special orders. They could not just bring the money to a police office, they needed a mediator. So, Mike played a bully without notions of what might be right or wrong in the criminal world with its moral values and came for a scrap and serious talk and drove the lorry to the policemen making all necessary juridical maneuvers and keeping it easy but for some fight with the soldiers-gangsters. In return, Mike got a suitcase of money in dollars which he came home with, drunken and calm before his conscience.
‘Mom, I cashed all money we earned with our family in the agricultural trade and came back.’ Mike professed.
‘My son, due to you returned home so fast and without spending money, I will forgive you a pair or three of faults in the future in advance.’ The mom promised. Though she called to a high police officer in Moscow to find out if all was Ok with that money and legal. ‘Do not worry. He shared this money with us, all is well.’
Michael soon forgot about this affair but when his girl Julia and her mother with his own mother had talks with him to the effect he needed a job, he proposed Julia to come to Moscow to use all his knowledge and skills with education.
‘You do it wrong to press on Mike with your job theme. If he comes to Moscow this time he’ll never return back home I feel that. And, the suit of cards will bring good to him in Moscow, so he will surely have a harem and you Julia would hardly leave him for anybody else. Accordingly, these next wives maybe strange for you Julia while you would be better if you stayed with him here and invited your own girlfriends to live together in a harem.’ The father Jack warned.
After that, Julia persuaded all that Mike himself was preoccupied with finding a job and realizing his talents while she just wanted to help him. All calmed down and Mike returned into his routine of life which without being boring promised stability.

Redoubtable secret of Cosa Nostra

What was the redoubtable secret of Cosa Nostra in USA as a filial of the Sicilian Mafia in Northern America and the rest of the world? Mike, when he studied the law in university had gotten an access to the documents of the League of Nations, international conventions and most important inter-State and interior US juridical papers, published as a book, he found what was the humorous redoubtable secret of Cosa Nostra. When first Sicilians settled on the territory of USA, peasants and rural community members, they asked a special permit from US government to live in special territories, a kind of a mix of China towns equivalents if in city and Native American Indians’ reservation, according to their customs, and grow sheep and sell wine and cheese. But, the government insisted for them to be involved in organization of legal prostitution for human childbirth and dealing in soft folklore medicine drugs, also the euthanasia killings. All this had an absolutely legal mandate and the prices for each service and the statutory documents for property question. It was for medical office mainly. FBI and CIA had an overview on that and their “bribes” were also a payment for solving matters by their personal reputation authority as State officials in private matters and not by the administrative lever of the State. All this was same legal and regulated by the juridical documents. The main part of the book mentioned above was the papers gotten as first telegraph communiqués among the States of the League of Nations. It was special juridical competence, so, the public access was limited and the readers should be accredited with CIA or Russian Federal Security Service. Thus, the mystery of the Sicilian Mafia grip of power on the American became clear for Michael. The motive of the US government was that the Irish peasantry first occupied with this trade became too much aristocratic, sometimes not equaled their forces to the oncoming dangers and needed the euthanasia themselves. From this time on, the Honor Society on Sicily Island became powerful and specific in its manners of acts. It helped Mike to view these Mafia people as absolutely legal by general approach and made him a good unofficial advocate on the questions of the organized crime. He must not have a certificate for that and just paid the percentage fees to the advocacy bar having about fifty with extra ones advocate districts just only in Russia and some districts abroad. He paid even from winning lotteries in Russia and worldwide for his clients. It was because there were too few accredited with CIA and Russian FSS advocates. His probation term was about twelve years when he could not offer his services but just people his clients addressed him for special occasions, but after that term he was able to declare himself in this office. The same as with British monarchy, in the world of the Sicilian Mafia he was a praetor and his duties were to protect the Mafia’s bosses families with his praetorians and interpret the law and what was right from the juridical point of view, even in such matters as deciding who should and could be an inheritor in Mafia families. His praetorians were the Mafia families’ lawyers as mostly orphans that were adopted by the Mafia bosses.

Sacche

Mike knew what was the discipline and his judo coach might not find any excuse to formally chase from his judo school. They said that a samurai should be chased from the clan for seven times to become a true warrior but Mike was without reproach it seemed. So, the coach Constantine asked him to make a de jure demeanor for him to be able to delete Mike from the list of the visitors of his judo club. It was necessary for Mike to practice his mastership. Mike was a good fighter and coped with the best young fighters from Japan and China who tried their chances with him and lost. So, he needed some street fights and bare-handed scraps to solve his matters without the responsibility on the part of Constantine, the coach. Thus, Mike found his own way to become a “ronnin”, a samurai driven off the school.
First time, Mike drank a lot of rice vodka (sacche) and came to the library and asked for some books on the philosophy of the eastern wrestling. He was nine years old. The wardrobe woman rebuked him for being so drunken and said that the literature he asked for was anyway prohibited for common use and a special permit would be impossible taking into account his bad demeanor. Then, he visited his own school where the concierge did wash the floors and its dining room. After all, he looked into the laundry firm and everywhere he stated he was a samurai and demanded for the relevant honors.
After that Constantine Adidas availed of the punishment thought of by Mike due to the rest of the scholars being from fourteen to seventeen threatened with a beat-up because Mike when he had been in the library was too much bold and as though put under blow the future of all the school. He ordered Mike to first wash the “tattami” before and after the training course, then to launder their “kimonos”, then to distribute their clothes when they went out to the frosty fresh air of January and last he prepared for them judo club members the meals after they returned from a run in the forest. After that Mike felt so bad that he would have died had he not sinned so much before to postpone his death because he had to come through the suffering for sexual flesh love. He did not try his luck anymore and was banished out of judo school to solve his problems with the street people.




Don Bernardo Provenzano

They said like Don Bernardo from Karleone was a brutal man. Maybe, it was so in some sense for his young years. They said he wounded a man and wanted to strike him more for terror and occasionally killed him. But, it was too small a deed for Sicilian Mafia. So, his nickname Tractor was due to his ability for sex with women. He was a pimp and security guard for prostitutes and had almost unlimited access to harlots’ services of flesh love.
Once, there was a case, when a young woman got pregnant and knew that there was no chance for her to survive and the same for her baby in her womb. So, she provoked Bernardo and he stroke her hard. Some said she became better of this punch or kick and brought force a child, some said she died but the child lived though was sick, also a version of this tale was that the baby died and she lived. As always in this cases, Bernardo turned mad and hid in mountains where he was bitten by gnats and mosquitoes, a sort of blood graft, infection plus antibodies and the effect similar to Spanish flies. Then, he was bitten by snakes and venomous insects as a kind of natural psychiatric treatment, plus chemical therapy of radioactive waters, smoked and ate herbs. Moses did it with success with Hebrews to make them fruitful. The same Bernardo became a progenitor for numerate children and his title as a future boss of Mafia was sure. As for Mafia wars, to find out who was the source of infections on Sicilian island among Mafiosi, was the task of Frenchman from Marcel, who shot dead the rivals of Bernardo while he was in his refuge in mountains under the medical treatment as a v.i.p.-person, while the girls and women visited Bernardo. They said that Benedicta as a granddaughter of Bernardo was the daughter of the fruit of love of Bernardo and this sick woman punched a bit by Bernardo. He declared that woman his civil wife and though did not adopt Benedicta publicly but took her under his protection. A happy end?

Female free lance journalist

That day, Mike met and got acquainted with a female free lance journalist confirmed by an official diploma. He entertained her with jokes and gave her a lot of mucho wisdom and exclusive special expensive information for free. The same day, he met with one of his past female colleges by his former State official job. A year before when Mike elaborated the juridical papers for prostitutes’ services by an order from mob, this pretty woman at the question if Mike could consume her own services the women said her own sexual services would be costly, if namely for him. He offered her a date as a coming to the light with him as her chevalier she said nothing against but said only she was occupied for tomorrow. As always and as an usage, Mike met her at the office of his former work where she now by his leave and absence made best possible in the sure sense of this word career. Was Mike going to be cheated again by getting a mock instead. How badly he wanted to give an interview to this independent reporter to be published by Internet with his guarantee as a lawyer to effect that he was pretty tired of all these Hollywood actresses and world music pop singers by both getting no money from them for his legal service and no sexual services the same. How he was getting real crazy he felt because his girls he paid for the School, Food, Medicine, Study, Property to them and got no back material greetings and no sex from them. He would no sue them openly not to listen to the nonsense of the opposing advocates but tell the truth to the ordinary people and hide in his parents’ house as Newton disappeared in his family mansion from the plague in England. As an ox whose muzzle was hidden by a sack from the wheat he worked for he wanted to be out of that and just get cash for his services and buy the love of the ordinary prostitutes. All in all, it would not be such expensive as all these women on sexual strike. He also needed a strike and his money. The ordinary prostitutes did not refuse to have sex with clients.


Debt

Mike sat at a dinner table in the hall of his grandparents’ house that served as a kitchen because the kitchen itself was very small and might be used only as a room to cook the food and be a place for the Russian burner which even in Russia was called Russian to make a distinction from the Western style fire-places that had been in the big noble palaces and the metal chimneys covered by tiles that had been called Holland by their origin of penetrating into the national culture of the Russian to be used mainly in cities from the time of empire before the central heating took place. But, it was only natural for Siberian villages and maybe for Russia on the whole. The special was only the ceremonial behavior of his grandma Mary with which she covered the table with the modest dishes of ordinary dinner with some unusual titbits though. Mike held his spoon in the air for a stop to show he was interrogative.
‘We have a relative in USA. She is also in literature and you should gift her your poems for reading to audiences.’ Mary informed.
‘I listen to.’ Mike pronounced to indicate he needed more information due she did not say about an immediate relative.
‘Your grand-grandfather, my own father, was a relative of a Cossack elder.’ She continued.
‘I listen to more.’ Mike added.
‘They were god-brothers because that elder baptized one of his children.’ Mary told.
‘Only a god-brother.’ Mike reserved.
‘What you may understand?’ She rebuked. ‘Of course, your grand-grandfather was a good and brave Cossack but to be even such a relative of a Cossack elder, almost an ataman… In a word, when the revolution came, these people had to come over to immigration.’ Mary related.
‘It’s revolution.’ Mike importantly pronounced because the October Socialist Revolution was of sacred nature and the point of count-from for the new era.
‘You think you are clever?’ The grandma made it serious. She continued, ‘They paid him because he was a traitor. And, they paid well only traitors. Those who betrayed those whom they should protect. Not those who were the paupers all the same. The ancestor of this woman was the man who had been sold by your grand-granddad.’
Mike delivered a speech that was natural for a Soviet child, according to which the revolution was an amnesty for all its acts, and because rather long time had passed he reckoned that only his State might be the compensator for any deals like that. They might say that Mike had good political horseshoes.
‘But whether you do not want to return the debt of your own motherland?’ The grandma demanded.
The notion of the fatherland was as sacred for a Soviet man as the deal of Cosa Nostra for a middle hand New York Mafioso of twenties or thirties of the twentieth century. So, there came a reloading of the program software for Mike’s brains and he readily accepted the idea of helping that woman.
‘All in all, you would not be able to render public readings of your poetry before its publication like them Western poets do … And, they say she does well with her literature career and is very industrious.’ Mary made the conclusion.


Chechnya

Mike knew what was the problem of the Chechen. They were a one big family and degraded as a sub-species of homo sapiens. When the Russian or some other nationals came to Chechnya, they wanted to kill and torture the Chechen women and girls but not to have sex with them. It was the same as with them Sicilians. But, Mike had sex with Benedicta, the granddaughter of Bernardo Provenzano, and the Sicilian said nothing against. Of course, Mike played fool pretending to make a fist and kick quarrel with these sick boys from the Branham Message drinking some chicken blood to let it out of his nose and mouth to play a victim of Christian fanatics but then there came his drunken dad Jack, to that place near the restaurant of Shushenskoe and Mike had to receive real punches and kicks standing still and playing no pranks. The dad even made him jump from their flat’s window on the third floor. Jack thought that by this way he prepared Mike for a career of divine healing consisting in putting the hands on the sick and digest the curse in Mike’s own body not to return back on to anybody else. Then, these KGB officers that had thought of the whole affair with this provocation of devote Christ believers admonished the dad Jack not to be so requiring as to his son Mike’s tricks. And, the dad expressed himself like he also deemed he beat Mike the day before in the heat of passion but said it was his own business if he punched and kicked Mike for all his rapes and steals and what might be legal from the point of view of the Soviet secret State security service. When the dad Jack punched or kicked his son Michael, the last never kicked or punched back like it was with the other people. He knew the dad was dad and there were no arguments against such bringing up. And, all in all, it was a good idea to get stronger and tougher by such kind of education to be a good divine healer and porno movies actor. Only, the dad said it should be morally and without reproach, the best with Mike’s own women, the better with virgins, on the average with the wives of the other people, Mike’s mistresses (only they should then stay faithful to Mike hence on from the moment Mike knew them), the bad idea was to fuck boys and the worse the adult men that might not produce their own sperm. All in all, the dad thought better of spoiling Mike like it might have been with some other boys. So, it was the dad Jack, who decided, Mike had to take part of the Chechen with their quarrel with the federal authorities. Jack himself came through Vietnam, Chinese frontier, paid murders from KGB and was afraid of no State authorities having the right knowledge that this one was the boss who had most of liaisons and might assassinate the State governmental officials. As for the nation, the nation might be easily brought to peace by some frightening terrorist act…
It was a sunny dry day of early summer as the weather was mostly with Shushenskoe all years they made statistics on this town. Three Chechen elders, the old men, came to Mike for an advice. They said their Chechen sons and grandsons were sick and did not want to get cure from their infections with the drugs and ensuing suffering. Mike said like then it was Ok for them to die for Chechnya because anyway they would not have come through such a curing. He promised to fight for the Chechen…
Mike awoke and knew it should be the first snow. He looked into the window from the cabinet of his father on the second floor of their house and saw a lot of snow-drifts in the courtyard. But, there was the fresh snow on all the surface of it, so, Mike might pretend it was the end of the October while surely it was the time over the New Year Eve holidays.
He came down the staircase and met his mom that sat on a stool in the guest room of their house at a table. Mike did not remember what was what with him and by that he knew he had done something frightful. He had to do no more than to play fool. He sat at the table on a stool opposite to his mom.
‘The New Year will be soon?’ Mike demanded.
‘Why do you play a fool with me?’ The mom sternly asked. ‘It’s half January.’
‘Simply, it’s the October with me.’ Mike said. ‘I just asked the month to see if… I simply do not want to serve in the army and I want that you brought in the medical papers to the local district military commissar’s office that I had amnesia. It’s really October with me and I play no fool and crack no jokes… Where I was?’ Mike ended his speech with a question.
‘You was in Chechnya and came to the side of the Chechen when they had sent you with a reconnoiter mission over there.’ The mom said.
‘So, I made you ashamed?’ Mike sternly asked.
‘It would be a shame if you fought for the federal authorities. But, thus, I am proud of you. I knew that you was going to make such a choice instead of murdering the armless children, women and old people.’ The mom said without any sentiments.
‘I do not believe you.’ Mike said. ‘I just tried to play fool for to get rid of this army service. I know that’s January and only pretended to believe it was October.’
‘Even so?’ The mom was surprised a bit. ‘You just do what they say to you and go to the hospital to get healed of your family inherited sickness of the night pissing in sleep. That’s always with your dad when he comes home very drunken. We will say you are still sick and they shall not take you into the army… Or else, they will recruit you and make kill Chechens.’ The mom told.
‘But, still, there is a discrepancy with my memories. Why is it?’ Mike questioned.
‘You killed a man and we paid money to the doctors to hypnotize you and not to remember it. So, keep mum about you do not recall these months.’
‘Ok.’ Mike said.
When the dad came home he said that amnesia was no excuse from the army and if Mike was going to have some troubles because of it, the army might render the medical services. So, Mike decided to prefer the crazy house, though it did not save him from a two weeks army service as it was with the sons of the KGB recruitments sons when the dad said after several years that Mike was too lazy and Jack was going to send him into the army discarding any diagnoses and all this stuff with the crazy house visits. So, two weeks more were lost for his son Mike’s memory. Only, the mom said he was in the army and so little time that she had not enough of time to send him some parcel (including the time to and back from the garrison). It was when Mike grouched that a pair of weeks from the TV paper program got lost and it might be too much of a trick for the central TV channel along with the other TV channels…
Really, KGB only hinted it would be good for Mike to fight for Chechens for some equilibrium and better school for the Russian army, also to prevent the genocide and bad repute for Russia along with the inevitable tensions in the framework of the cold war with the West. It was when Mike was about eleven. He sat in the KGB office room and the officer asked him.
‘What will you do in Chechnya for our former alleys. I mean Chechen Mafia and I mean us KGB? If the war starts?’ He demanded.
‘I will get into a most remote bunker and just fuck the Chechen warriors to take off them the informational chock.’ Mike said.
‘And, the women?’ The man demanded.
‘And the women also if the would fight.’ Mike said.
The man took a heap of his office papers and slapped upon the table.
‘Your journey into Chechnya is canceled.’ He sternly said.
‘All the same I shall do it from the time and space.’ Mike said.
‘Do not forget about our own army. Ok?’ The man almost put on an ultimatum.
‘Ok.’ Mike said. Anyway, if he was going to Chechnya to war for Chechens and maybe KGB was not against he did not want for them any responsibility for that. It was going to be his own business because his dad had said he should do so. The dad Jack had lived a long life and no doubt he knew better what was what to do…
Mike was about fifteen when he warred in Chechnya for the rebels and even ruled the resistance, though he first had destroyed those Chechen detachments that had been armed by the Russian federal authorities to fight against their own nation as traitors and he had done so instead of returning from a reconnoiter penetration into the territory controlled by rebels. Then, there were some funny discrepancies. Once, when he was through a medical commission in the district military commissar’s office, the boys came to him and demanded to tell about the war in Chechnya. Mike said he had not been in Chechnya. But, the guys insisted and said the commissar had stated the opposite. Mike said it was maybe a joke. Then, there came a medical sister and said it was no profit to ask Mike about that because he had amnesia because of all this ganja and strain he had in Chechnya…
The class mistress Helen put Mike into an example and said that many other great people in literature fought for the independence of the nations against superpowers. And, the girls gifted Mike a post card addressed to “The hero of the Chechen defense”. It was on the day of the holiday of the Russian Army and Fleet and Mike refused it deeming it to be some joke…
Mike never killed Chechen. He murdered only the members of the Gelaiev gang because they had left Groznyy without a permission to retreat. There was a lot of fog and it did not take more than fifty minutes to machinegun about six hundred bandits…
Ernst tried to frighten Mike with the world war three possible victory of the West and all other countries against Russia. He put into example the fact that the war in Chechnya had been lost by the Chechen. Mike said to that that he had heard nothing about the war in Chechnya having been over…
The grandma Mary was very glad when the first Chechen campaign turned out to be a full fiasco for the Russian army. He looked on the civil trucks filled with the Chechen rebels and pronounced. ‘Ours won. Isn’t it so, Mike?’
‘I cannot say they won.’ Mike just responded…
Then, there were a lot of talks that Mike was a Chechen rebel in the law school. Like they collected the signatures for his being amnestied along with the rest of the Chechen rebel due Mike refused a special amnesty from the president of Russia for some of his medals or orders. Some expressed themselves like it was not manly to swoon and get captured by the feds. But, the teacher explained that Mike had not eaten or drunk for a pair of weeks of his last days in Chechnya and the Russian soldiers attacked the palace of Dudaiev by waves and there were nobody to make Mike awake because there had been just the dead corpses of the Chechen rebels and Russian soldiers all over the floors of that building…
They put Mike into example to the other guys who had returned from some hot place and played whims to their parents and all people around. But, Mike, on his beginning to recall all this, thought it was not serious to wage a war, like it was somewhat to a childish game in the cowboys and red skins. He laughed and said to his dad it was not serious…
There was one more thing with Mike after all that time he lost from his memory or, on the contrary, used this trick to avoid army service. It seemed to him he was asleep and if he died, jumping for example down a skyscraper he would awoke in quite another world, much better and cozier. The doc in the regional capital of Krasnoyarsk, a psychiatrist said it was with Mike after Chechnya. Mike said he never had been in Chechnya. To that, the doc said that he was not but Mike surely had been…
Even, Julia coaxed that information of confirmation from Mike’s mom under pretences he had had some complexes on account Mike had not served in the army…
An artillery colonel in retirement asked if it was with Mike after Chechnya. He meant his condition of being under the psychiatric pills. The dad hissed and said he would tell afterwards. Then, he told that Groznyy was more than Berlin and even Stalingrad and surely Mike was a-changing after defending it because when he had returned home by the kind service of the military intelligence office, his teeth knocked the lower jaw upon the upper one the whole evening before Mike had fell asleep. After the guest was out of the sauna where the talk had taken place, Mike tried to rebuke the dad for the lie but the dad said he just put in that story for a beautiful word, like it was a fiction story of cheat…
It was cloudy outside but the interior of the crazy house only showed that by its dim and grey light. A medical aid taught things to some veteran from Chechnya with much of beating and cuss words on account the mom of that patient had complained her son had beaten her.
‘Who was in Groznyy? Come here!’ The aid hollered brutally.
Mike instinctively parted his ass off the bunk but the aid turned his back to him and calmly advised to sit down because Mike had defended Groznyy but had not stormed.
‘Why you killed women and children?’ The aid, a veteran of some military campaign also, harshly questioned.
‘They allowed us.’ The guy said.
‘So, I am allowed also.’ The giant aid pronounced and landed a huge blow upon the stomach of that unfortunate patient who tried his best to stand still as was the agreement with the med aid…
They once even proposed Mike to get a free ride on taxi on account he was a Chechen rebel. But, Mike said he had a bus ticket. And, anyhow, he did not do all this for money, his participation in the Chechen rebellion, they promised him the Chechen girls into his harem. Some women said during a medical test of Mike’s heart that it was only his fancy and the Chechen cheated him. The other said that the first was just jealous.

Don Genovese the Don of Genoa

In his childhood, Don Genovese was a street boy, stray – astray, it did not matter. He heard about that there were Italian speaking people as a nation abroad and once settled his affairs so that being seven years old he turned up in Genoa city and asked for the debts of the whole Italian province of Genoa before Mafia. He asserted that he had full mandate and the back-up of enough of Cosa Nostra families in US and Mafia Sicilian clans on the Island to demand for this. When the debtors heard it they became a little bit nervous and when the Mafia bosses had sent people to find out what was what the ransom was already ready. Then, after many years when Lucky Luciano retired of the title of boss of bosses in New York, and was sent by US government to control the situation in the continental Italy, Don Genovese applied to the US Cosa Nostra families to get a-grip on the title of boss of bosses of the Sicilian Mafia in USA, though Don Salvador who knew how to solve the matters did not refuse from that office of the general USA Mafia commissar of a kind of being a prime minister for the State in State Sicilian Mafia. They refused Don Genovese to have such an office and when he had asked why they said you do not say you have the support. It was enough of humor and his reaction was easy one. So, Don Gambino was a kind of that office of being boss of bosses in USA Sicilian Mafia. But, the same Don Genovese still controlled a lot and even Great Salvador was not out of right, obligations and duties. It was a kind of the balance of power to quench down the Mafia wars.




Debt settling

Maybe, just maybe, Mike repeated himself by he needed to tell that story in a new key for the sake of one of his children, a son, and to settle a good service rendered by a man. That man was a medical aid in the asylum. He once notice to Mike that the last had sexual relations with his daughter and had a son from her demanding for a recompense service. Mike said that his dad had a good partner from Moscow and they along with Mike earned for the last an abstract but real and concrete ticket for studying in a special institute in Moscow for future diplomats. He granted it to the man for his grandson, Mike’s son. The man said it was enough for as for now. This partner of his dad had to part with dad Jack due to the last began to drink much of liquor and the motive was that the dad lost a timber lorry of big mentions. But, they both, Mike and dad Jack decided to sent the truck to their Chechen partners because after Mike rode the truck loaded with timber for forty times each to and fro in respect of the clockwise riding around and for this the Chechen decided Mike and his father were able to conceive the kids from the Chechen women and girls. The drivers moved to Moscow to bring the timber of high quality Siberian timber to further on to Chechnya, according to the contract it was for planks but they put it through the processing of tradesmen to make souvenirs of them and butts for rifles and hilts for knives rendering the back services in the according amounts. The problem was that the pair of drivers also were paid one with two Chechen women and a girl and the second, a Native Siberian (Tuvinian) with two Chechen women, so, when they knew about their Chechen relatives oppressions to these now all women, they initiated a fight and were real crazy for protecting women, so, the Chechen kept them one in captivity and the second one in medical treatment after a once and for all bare handed Russian scrap.
There was a father in law of the Russian driver of this mission and commission who eventually lost his son in law partly because of the wounds from that conflict. He was a driver and worker of the transportation repair company where Mike was a lawyer and once remarked to Mike, ‘I lost a son in law early in my life but your father does not understand my rebukes which are only to the sense that he did it not fully correctly to make it independently on his own, because if we knew we would also bless that deal because both drivers were confirmed in having cancer not able to be operated. Now, I have three times more after his death for my son-in-law from him. I have only to say that I am a Chechens’ relative. It solves any possible question of mine and one hundred of my relative, they found me for that reason to declare mutual kinsmen’s relationships, come under that protection. That is why I am not afraid to send my mentally sick son to Norilsk for earnings. The Chechen do not give him to any offense and control him because they consider him as their relative. So, I will have a truck from the bankruptcy of our company and I may give it to you as my payment for your arranging for that in past… Though, I cannot say I put my living son above the memory of my son-in-law.’ Mike refused that offer because he was an investor and not a spender.


Concern

They said in KGB that Benedicta was in concern with Mike after he had played in raping her. The women that had been the eye-witnesses and the female medical stuff were of the contrary opinion and had said the girl had been too languish for to pretend to have been raped. But, the trick was that when Mike had had sex with her he, in the last moment of their passion at the point of culmination Benedicta tried to eel off his dick and then it surely would have been a rape due she and Mike would not have get satisfaction while it had been fully the girl’s initiative for to begin sex. So, Mike poked his smallest souvenir knife somewhat into the fat of her left side trunk for her to get calm and for them both to cum simultaneously. So, that was the point. When in KGB office, the officer demanded why Mike had done so with his knife. But, Mike said he wanted too much to cum and just made the girl calm down as a bull or lion would do with his talons subduing its female.
‘So, the dwarf wants too much also.’ The man said to prove he was on the side of Benedicta with her idea that Mike must come by the similar treatment by a dwarf. Mike offered Benedicta to fuck him with a rubber dick instead by the KGB officer said Mike was surely too sinful for that and the girl would have inevitably hanged herself. By and by, Mike began to believe that was serious and a way to escape all his suffering by the way the other males used.
‘You are serious about me to get fucked. I would not refuse.’ Mike said with almost no real hope or anticipation, simply, he might not let go such a chance even ephemeral one for sure.
‘What do you mean? Fucked.’ The officer doubted.
‘I mean are you serious with me getting fucked.’ Mike earnestly demanded.
‘Do not play a fool. Who would need you?.. So, you fucked the women, girls, boys and men and now wish a way out. Seems you reckon yourself to be sly enough. If they offered that to me I would not accept it for all the gold of the world. You better seek for the fools in some other place… In the mob circles, for instance.’ The man said.
‘The mob promised nothing of this sort… I thought you were serious.’ Mike just noticed.
‘Mike, it seems it’s the time for you to go home.’ The officer pronounced with offence…
When Mike came next day, the officer was very merry which happened not so often with them KGB officer in this local district KGB department.
‘We found a dwarf.’ He said with a smile.
‘You dwarf will run away off me.’ Mike said grimly.
‘You are so sinful that certainly a throng of giants would run apart to get as far of you as possible.’ The officer joked. ‘We found some dwarves for another deal… We will try some black magic with you again. We are going to put a rubber dick on your ass upon a veneer plank to help you bereave of virginity some sick girls that are too timid to do it the ordinary way. And, also you’ve got to commit euthanasia with some sick girls and boys provided you try to operate them from brain cancer first… Will you be able to oust a pistol from the hands of a guy from our organization interior security service?’
‘Surely.’ Mike promised…
When there was that humiliation for Mike and the sick girls got into a micro bus carried on hands by the KGB officers. Mike ousted a gun from the hands of an interior security service KGB officer and shot into the heads of these unlucky sick boys and girls that stood clothes like Ku-Klux-Klan warriors witnessing the scene. He also shot down the guys that stood on the roof of the school where he studied. They had like looked for the order on this playground. He also had enough time to shoot off a rotten ball off the genitals of another KGB bodyguard to put into a rubber ball with a surgical operation and some stitches. Then, he operated the shot down boys and girls whom the bullets served as narcosis and after he also operated the rest of the bodyguards they gave him a girl, probably it was his girl Julia, at least, she looked much alike. To make out of this a something similar to a rape to save the honor of the girl and insure her monetary compensation Mike shot into the air all the bullets from the gun to prove he was serious and embraced the infected girl with his left arm to put the empty pistol against her right temple. The girl was not afraid for any sickness of her because by the objective side of the case it was a rape against her will and the anal sex that Mike offered her went on smoothly, only he had to pull the trigger a pair of times to return the girls in senses when it was too good for her to stay being fucked. Such misfires of the gun made the girl totally languish and she nearly swooned of pleasure to the time Mike reached his cum.
The insurance against the thoughts of being dishonored was the shit that was in Mike’s rectum. He fasted for almost three weeks and even purgative pills the KGB officers gave to him might not make away with it. He surely needed a good tobacco smoking instead. Then, Mike came home with his gun that had a reward plate on it for an agricultural college teacher that had murdered a very sick child because of mercy and thus was on the good list of KGB. On his way to the place where he met the maniac guy, their family best friend, Mike had a wooden plate on his chest on which it was written that he was put off. He really was put off with the sins of the nation like that goat from the Biblical history of the Hebrew. He was not put down, that is he was not dishonored. Of course, he told to Victor a lot of fantasy as to all that shooting in the school courtyard, so, the guy’s guts somewhat cleaned out and Mike being drunk with the deductive preparations had to check if it was not he who had defecated. When he had been as yet on his way to the shop where he had met Victor on his Soviet car, some policemen tried to capture him unaware of the main complot of KGB, but Mike took the bolt of the bolster and inserted into the gun, then put it against his heart looking askance on the guys, ready to shoot better than them if case be. Getting home, thanks to Victor’s car, Mike smoked tobacco and was able to make away with his constipation. The mom played some tricks to persuade Mike he had been fucked naming the plan B, which meant the murder if Mike was not fucked. But, anyhow all got settled down and the next day Mike turned up in the school recalling almost nothing of the affair.
‘Now, we know why you love so much the anal sex.’ A girl said. She was his classmate in the age of twelve, the same as Mike.
‘Do not say nonsense girls. The uncles just played a joke with Mike.’ The teacher who was his class mistress warned.
This way Mike earned a compensation for Benedicta because as the KGB officer had said they had not been glad with the amount of the previous payments because there appeared many children on Sicily. That day when Mike had sex with Benedicta, her father’s first question was if there was some gray liquid in her pussy after the sex. But, the girls said the women in the hospital had taken that stuff off her pussy’s interior and exterior surface but some small living beings like small fishes swam in her womb to give pleasure. That might understood because he had studied French in the school, a language much alike to Italian.
Then, his friend Jack said that Mike was a man not to be understandable to others. But, his mom said it was good for these sick boys and girls whose brains had been eaten of cancer to be operated and receive compensations from Mike’s personal account with the State. To boot, most of them survived according to the rumors. Mike himself met a pair of boys in the crazy house from that Ku-Klux-Klan band. They had scars on their heads and might not be called totally good in reasoning. But, still, it was no doubt better than to lie rotten in some coffin eaten up by worms. Anyway, nobody counted it a gangster story. All said it was a fake. When Mike announced to Julia he had been dishonored in his childhood, her deadly argument was a question why they dishonored him and then let a girl to be dishonored by him. Probably, she had been that girl.

Don King

There was a boy in Mike’s school whose surname was Baburov, he was nicknamed as Babur, the great India conqueror. He was left on the same grade for two times and became a kind of promoter for the boys of his class level grade in sparring matches of wrestling and fighting. He looked over the observation of rules and collected the stakes on matches. So, there was a lot of money in his bank and he influenced the preparation of school fighter in wrestling and boxing clubs, providing the necessary information for coaches, he had his percent on that.
At that time, Mike earned with his mom and the rest a haircut as the hero of Arnold Schwartsnegger in the Hollywood film blockbuster “Commando”. But, they said he was as clever as a box was sly, so after some time he had a hair like the famous promoter Don King. The last visited the museum of Lenin in Mike’s hometown and promised Mike some promotion in the world of professional box. They said Mike did there some well and earned money for Mafia and State, thanks to Don King.


Confession

This story took place when Mike was as yet a beginner if it might be called so, in his ways of crazy existence. In this time, that period of his life, he wanted to find the answers for his questions as to would he be able to live without the pills and what these pills meant for his health and why it all should be so that he needed to take injections of strong medicines and pills.
So once, the former classmate of his elder brother Nick, a man called Donald, brought him to his varsity professor (in the period of his study for being a psychiatrist also); it was a woman of about fifty, a very exalting on her exotic profession lady, she was never married nor had any babies, it seemed she was extravagant.
Her first confession was a tale of her love to a young man who was the patient of the crazy house during her own youth: she loved him when he was sick and suffering, but then after a year of his presence in the crazy house where she was a doctor he came out straight and never turned back – thus the feeling did end. She stayed alone for her whole life while the young man became a good scientist on his provincial level of his discoveries renown. The female psychiatrist said to Mike to forget about his marriage ambitions the sooner the better. But, all that was just her personal philosophy of her life through empirics. Mike and his mom more needed the information how he might be healed once and for all. To this the woman spoke out herself in her good manner of super-influencing humor, ‘I may say to you one sure thing, dears… Our entire medicine in that respect, and I mean the psychiatric branch of our medicine is a punishing one by the simple idea that we try to make our patients suffer to make them afraid for not to be on their loose in realizing their crazy ambitions and feelings and wants and even needs…’
‘But, how about the healing effect? Mike is ok for now and I cannot rebuke him for anything.’ The mom of Mike demanded in her pragmatic way of finding out about what was what in her role of the mother of a crazy young man.
‘I see your boy was frightened much all during his life by something like your brining him up or quarrels with your husband with the promises of a divorce… we talked a little bit with your son… But the time will come when a demon will arise in him… I might even say a dickens… Then, you would deem the pills of being much apropos with him… As for healing effect we need to feed him a ton of pills and also a little wheel-burrow to boot, if we say about healing effect if there is one… But as it is really all these medicines are to correct people off their misdemeanor and they do not treat them with candy as the tigers in the circus, they use these preparations and do it for good… But, your boy is not crazy I guess? He is Ok and just needs some leading star in his life?... Yes?.. You just paid me the money and I should be honest with you and your boy, if you want to conserve his good mental health you must give him the life of minimum of stress which I see is a little bit impossible with your character…’ On this part of the talk the mom Anastasia preferred to switch on another topics but the woman without a doctor gown as for now resumed the conversation, ‘When I was young I read a lot of books about the feats of the doctors who made the experiments on themselves and I accepted an injection of the medicine we prescribed for our patients and it ended all so that I confessed that I was crazy and promised to behave myself properly in the future… my colleague just had it tough with me, a hard time they all had trying to bring me back to right feelings… So, I know what I am talking about.’
Mike recalled the definition of the psychiatric medicines nature in some document of the directives of a German official during the time of Nazi rule over them Germans. They testified that the pills, of course, had no healing effect but as the dissidents refused of their views by being treated with them they also should be used for crazy people for those to refuse of their crazy ideas… no good but no bad they stated in making people take these pills, still as they said this suffering was a payment for bed and board from the society in respect of these people. Still, Mike hoped for a healing effect and sometimes he felt he had this beneficent influence on his soul.


Chinese

Many people said Mike was a Jew, a Hebrew better to say as a more precise equivalent in Russian, also an Ukrainian, but once a man from a Far East town, a hunter who lived near Chinese boarder said Mike truly had Chinese blood.
‘You are not spoiled by Russian genes. No signs of superfluous hopefulness and constant life of scandal. You just work on the household and even grow opium in a speakeasy manner without any noise, a peasant. You feed the girls and you will have them in bed and not only in bed but maybe on a table.’ The old hunter said. ‘I saw enough of Chinese and you look like a half-breed for sure.’
‘Yes. Only, it would be good if I fed the girls with my own food, the problem is there’s too much of cooperation and I do not like it.’ Mike noticed.
‘Truly, you are a Chinese. This kind of collectivism.’ The old man said…
Yea, Mike knew he had Chinese blood. The grandma by his mother said that on account her own father and mother were from Jenisej Cossacks, the runaway Chinese citizen also were recruited into the Jenisej Cossacks regiments, some were gardeners, also some Japanese hunters (that is why the Jacuzzis took him for their own). The custom in the Regiments territory of the Jenisej Cossacks was to enlist the half-breeds as Jews or better to equivalent as Hebrew to cross-marry with natural Jews for the finance and business charges from the Regiments elders. But, because Mike had his native Siberian blood, he was relative to the Chechens and that is why he warred for them. It was owing the Jenisej Kyrgyz were Turkic the same as the Chechens as the remnants of the old days great Turkic Kingdom that overthrew Eastern Roman Empire along with Western Roman Empire in the moving of Hunnis and Turks.



A polite question

Once, maybe on his third stay in the madhouse, Mick got so sick of his sexual abstinence that he demanded politely, ‘Is it possible to fuck anybody down here?’
The careful medical sister said to him, ‘Mickey, come and lie down on your bunk. The matter will be solved some time later during the day or after it when all will get asleep.’

Finance

Once, when Mike was in the asylum, his mom put the question before his psychiatric doctor that he might have been sick.
‘All you and me are sick but Mike is sane and sound. You may deem him a chosen of God and a prophet but actually he is competitive absolutely and thus absolutely having good mental health. He withstood too many chances against him, if it were chances to notice, to show he was a kind of superman… You say we study the mentally sick persons and survey them but what we need is to contemplate Mike to learn how to live. For that he might right now get his one trillion dollars without bargain and one and half one trillion dollar with a bargain quite officially and this money would be fully insured by his service rendered to the world government of UNO, absolutely officially… I inquired personally for that. And, because he did not apply for that money, now it’s three trillion dollars in the economic struggle with inflation in the bank of this game, they said to me.’ He told.
From that moment, the mom stopped worrying and rebuking that Mike might have begotten the pauper kids of his own.
The dad also draw Mike’s attention to that but got calm only when Mike at the order from CIA and FSS of RF robbed the United Nations Organizations’ dead capitals of the world gold reserve for the case of a nuclear war and a similar cataclysm and gave it to the delivery of the Russian and American States to struggle with the global financial consequences getting 1,5% commission fees for himself.
‘You may not worry any more for your grandchildren.’ He (dad Jack) said to his wife, Mike’s mother Anastasia.

Frank Castello

They said that Frank Castello exchanged his Mafia status for a renown of a businessman, like being a renegade. But, with Mafia, the renegades do not live long. The real story was that for Sicilian Mafia it was easy to racket small businessmen and middle private business, but the Wall Street was a hard nut. So, the mission of frank Frank was to propose his liaisons for New York tycoons and moguls for some kind of compensation to let Mafia prosper and invest in big business alike to space technologies. Some said it was an order of CIA and the FBI boss Edgar Goover.



Donor

‘Ok, Mike, what if we take your blood, or else just think of a legend and fertilize all the girls in the program with the seed of some healthy sportsmen?’ The KGB officer kindly asked.
‘So, they be the donor of the sperm and I will be the donor of the Spirit and spiritually they will be my children.
The countenance of the officer turned somewhat. ‘And, the donor of the money?’
‘Yes.’ Mike confirmed.
The officer became even more merry but somewhat scornful in respect of whom he had just talked about. ‘Let them sportsmen be the collectors of their cheap medals and titles, but you be the father, with all their cheap doping. Let them destroy their lungs with their cheap records. Ok? I mean sportsmen. You are the father? Yes?’
‘So, I will be.’ Mike said.
‘There is another question of quite different character.’ The officer warned and they shifted to economics and politics with Mike…
‘Mike, what if these girls in your harem will bear the children from some other males? You just take fun and it will be your service.’ Ernst offered calmly.
‘I know that they bear the kids to some other guys the girls like, those that are more amicable with them and played much in childhood…’ Mike said before being interrupted by Samuel.
‘You are mistaken, Mike.’ The man advanced in age remarked.
‘Those whom they carry with them to the dances…’ Mike was interrupted once more, but now by Ernst.
‘What you say, Mike. That’s a question, we don’t need rhetoric.’
‘I know that I am a fool and they made a lot of profit of me, including my parents and relatives. But, I bet the girls will need to bear the children to me also to have somebody to pay for the fun of the rest, the fools like me, even if these harem girls of yours do think otherwise.’ Mike firmly opinionated.
‘You will register the kids to your name?’ Ernst asked more precisely. ‘No problems with the mob?’
‘No problems ever. They said I might do that.’ Mike told.
‘Ok, no more questions. That was just a test. Do not worry. We decide on serious things so there should be a test. That’s our job.’ Ernst said.
‘And, I need no bastards, no illegal kids. All my children should have a document I am their biological father and I shall and will pay for that. I mean alimony.’ Mike obstinately said on the brink of not letting any offence to himself and his kids and their moms and those that might bring them up.
‘It will be a lot of money.’ Ernst remarked. ‘We have much from you but if the program has to fit all that need it there will be necessary for more of finance.’
‘You are simply not in the course of my innovative projects.’ Mike said.
‘What you mean?’ Ernst asked.
‘I have many innovative and high profit projects you do not know about and I will not say about them. All shall be in the due time… Though, KGB was in the course of this projects.’ Mike said. ‘Simply, I have to suffer through it for these projects to be filled with the Holy Spirit and no informational shock.’ Mike told.
Ernst and Samuel exchanged a pair of phrases in Swedish.
‘We shall consult Federal Security Service of Russia. Only, you write about your projects in your books for the public. It’s a deal?’ Ernst asked.
‘And, on the whole, the mom said she would curse me if I gave birth to the paupers.’ Mike said.
‘Ok, ok, enough of it.’ Ernst said…
With one of Mike’s girls and a Christian translator there was a very pathos and large wing wedding party that made Mike very sad. But, after some time, a preacher of a high authority said to the young man that it was impossible for the last to claim his marital rights with the girl. And, all the same, the mother of that Christian wanted to have grandchildren not from him but from Michael.

Friends

Some people somewhat oftener than ordinarily, especially those who were reclusive, asked from Mike how his half-brother Nick was able to find so many friends. For instance, he knew a banker who always gave him banking credits and after he had become a regional State monopoly gas supplier company’s director he took Nick’s wife into his office as an economist, just before that she had worked in his bank or evaluation the risks of some business credits. Especially, this question stood acutely when Nick got into a ski accident of falling and broke his leg, which Mike took avail to make him an operation for more of masculine potential. But, this banker Alex also broke his backbone when he was just a tax inspector having been left even by his wife and daughter, was also helped by Nick much to recover.
He started his career in nineties when he was a young bank director due to his Saint Petersburg university economic degree where he had studied and worked a turner on a State factory to be able to get education being cared only by his lonely mother. Some investors of this bank withdraw all the money from the savings of ordinary people into some Moscow business firms and Alex applied to Mike to have his juridical ideas as a future lawyer, but Mike just said that he knew the legal basis. After which, these fifty people were murdered by machine guns and sniper rifles with a pair pistol guns used and the juridical scheme was such that the ordinary bank depositors became the heirs of this people in the share ratio of the amount of their savings money on deposit in this bank. The guys themselves underwrote this stipulation in the presence of a notary. So, KGB and Russian FSS security intelligence office worked beforehand in all. Of course, some money were left to their relatives of these gangsters also, some rather good money. So, though Alex retired from the bank immediately after the withdrawal of the banking funds had taken place, before the frauds were killed, he conserved and reserved his reputation and position in the society. After this, the bank was re-established as a municipal one of the regional capital and district centers and small settlements bank of State federal funding, and Alex became the director.
In nineties, Mike was a killer and openly shot people, businessmen and gangsters in offices and restaurants during some night parties and day amuse entertainments such as jubilees. He filmed this by the helped of a partner and then offered first medical help. Mostly, it was people whom Mike had promoted in business himself to help their daughters to be healed and them to live longer. The absolute euthanasia took place rarely. All were glad, even the payers of murder orders because they had this kind of show business with little conflict with the authorities and might scare with these films their opponents, because the victims retired from the affairs for rather long time and even as a sample punishment an extra hole in the head seemed to be a persuading argument not to bother those who paid for Mike’s services.
Fifteen years after, Mike did it more secret from the public, though Mafia said all was Ok because the victims mainly resided afterwards in the crazy houses and did not commit their crimes with which they tried to threaten those who was under Mike’s protection as his clients in the schemes worked out by KGB as far ago as that. He might belabor with a broken baseball bat some debtor of an old dame, if such young men relied too much on the empty legal schemes. But, Mike was not given any discount by the police as to the secrecy of such acts and almost always ought to have a plan of retreat and getting lost from the view and the spot of the acts. Though, all knew his style and his interests, however he did not leave any direct clues for the police.



Absolutely firm

The use of the atomic bombs in nana-technologies was to produce the material from the periodic system of Mendeleyev. For example, helium was to turn Americaneum to be the most and so absolutely firm material. It was to be so because helium was absolutely liquid (a material of most liquid characteristics). It was so because of the axiom of the difference of potentialities. Thus, the materials that had been received by nuclear synthetics were to be gotten through nana-technologies. Of course, this would influence the processes in the universe and so very positively on stars, including Sun. It was due to ordinarily the new materials of the periodic system of Mendeleyev had been got through the nuclear synthetics in stars. Thus, Sun should last longer.

CIA instructions

‘What about the CIA instruction concerning me as the enemy of State?’ Ernst asked.
‘I am a druid, Ernst. I do not need any CIA instructions.’ Mike answered.
‘So, you are for society or State?’ Ernst demanded.
‘I am not for any State nor for any society, I am for God.’ Mike said.
‘There’re no more druids.’ Ernst hesitated in his appreciation of Mike’s words.
‘They said they chased them from England. But, they did not say there are no more druids.’ Mike commented on what Ernst had said.
‘So, if you were a druid in Britain what would you say to the Anglo-Sax when they came on their ships on the shore of Britain?’ Ernst asked one more question.
‘I would say go back home and they would ask why and I should say it was because they had not taken with them their old men and women, wives and children.’ Mike said.
‘So, you are God?’ Ernst asked.
‘I am the same as God, the real one.’ Mike responded.
‘But, if you were in the Scandinavian gods’ list, who would you be?’ Ernst asked his last question.
‘I would be Locky.’ Mike answered.
‘I may trust you.’ Ernst just said.

Compensation?

Considering his case as a private person, as isolated from any other social forces involved into it, Mike thought he might sound the idea of simply receiving a compensation for all his troubles. He spoke that to Ernst and Samuel during that prolonged conversation in the jeep car of which the driver had freed it for some monetary tip from the representatives of CIA. In that moment, Mike did not proceed from the point that he had rather many children.
‘Mike, you might get it already after your stay in Guantanamo. Now, when you refused from the compensation for that, it’s already a State program. Hardly, it’s now possible to make a scandal of it to bury all efforts in a pay-down scheme.’ Ernst remarked.
‘I never was in Guantanamo. What is it? A prison?’ Mike demanded feeling by his intuition that some easy mischief was on his part. ‘I even do not know where it is.’
‘You were on Guantanamo, Mike. That’s a prison for very gross crimes on our military base on Cuba.’ Ernst told.
‘You have a military base on Cuba? I mean US… That’s not a joke?’ Mike went on his game on his counteragents’ nerves, showing his education had some vices.
‘Mike, we play no practical jokes. That’s an idea fix on your part that we cheat you or as you say do joke. We are a serious organization. They do not pay us money for cracking jokes to the youngsters just for the sake of it. We have enough things to do beyond the scope of that project. And, we are oriented on some practical results, I would say. If you need people who do commit and organize machinations and practical jokes to get profit, that’s not us.’ Ernst added more.
In a few seconds, Mike passed through some reminiscences of his childhood when there was almost no personality division in his soul and saw that his children might be considered as goods sold to the sick women for their own welfare and that of their mothers. So, that must be a no pay back activity, not the way as it was with the ordinary parents’ children, to allow for that trade most of numbers. However, his children that he would bring up himself were going to get the inheritance, those born in his harem. So, he might render some juridical serves as a lawyer in the future to provide a payment for his sons’ labors of the kind he had done himself as a kid. Still, Mike had to do it only to subsidy his future career of a writer and an actor, he dreamed of that. The main purpose of that activity, as Ernst explained before, was to show that he was all Ok with his mind and able to socialize well notwithstanding his medical treatment. The advocacy bar stipulated that Mike should enrich the legal practice and solve the matters with the organized crime to be a good unofficial advocate, not just to live on that brand under that signboard – being the advocate of a well-to-do advocacy. All in all, the best compensation was to see the faces of the children that resembled him, the result of an activity that any one wants to pay for his best – sex.
Anyhow, nobody had much of pity for Mike, mainly because there was no real damage on his part, all his problems he was able to indemnify through the medical treatment that was rather soft by its schedule (not by the sensitive part of that experience), and his full-blooded personal life leaved no place for too much of compassion. When the geography teacher saw him for the first time after his absence for Guantanamo, she said, ‘They say you relaxed on Caribbean islands? You look remarkably better.’ …
In the end, it’s rather apropos to say that Ernst said that he was not against Mike’s legal practice provided he would not overuse the CIA covering for his profession of a lawyer and take percentage fees for that, leaving the profit for his children, the money to be recouped by the State for the program.





Cascade of hydro-electrical stations

The hydro-electrical energy had to be more secure and less expensive. So, the big dams of the hydro-electrical stations should be built in cascades when first is biggest and the least is smallest in height which means smallest in volume. It’s possible everywhere almost where there are cliffs between which the mighty rivers do flow. In sand land, it’s also should be practiced to slow down the flowth of rivers and fortifying the bed of rivers with concrete upstream and downstream of hydro-electrification dams. It would give more energy and be almost no dangerous. That means that if the last HES is in danger the volume of the water behind in its own reservoir is minimal and the same the first HES should live the following the cushion of height for this one HES and following to cope with the river flow, even with high waters. The first pilot project HES having the empty throw-down channels may use them for more of strength of flow for the succeeding HES. This principle was used during the construction of the Sayan-Shushensky hydro-electrical station where downstream had been built the Mayinsky HES, much smaller one. This invention Mike dedicated to Anatoly Chubais, the author of the true democracy giving every citizen the right to feel himself a businessman… Once, a driver working on the Shushensky transportation and repair company said to Mike, who was on there a lawyer hired for some cases and general juridical overview, ‘Whether I might have so much of food for my children and grandchildren during Stale Age and perestroika? Elsebody may think Chubais is a demon but I think he is saint.’ … It was said during Clearing of Debts period where there was almost no money and almost all deals were done through bills-of-exchange. Mike thought that the same as with humans, the energy potential was connected not only with the speed of running river but also with the height of the dam even if the waters were almost stale. With the dams of the hydro-electrical stations it meant that principally was that the water fell from big height through channels, with humans it was something the same.



Automobiles of future

All know that it is a bad token to shoot into the back of a running away enemy – the electro-magnetism of the Earth and the whole Universe does protect this one through his blood circulation and orientation to this energetic field, because the ordinary rifles have their barrels cuts in their interior part by clockwise spiral. So, same guns with against clockwise barrels spiraled could reach the running away adversary turning his back to his enemy. To make it all vise versa and only the anomalies in the bio-field of a human might be hit by a bullet: cancer tumor, just a tumor. The same way by using and accumulator and generator electromagnetic on an eco-car and putting a current on the automobiles body may move it and the accumulator may be filled by energy even by the back current induction on the circuits of wires of an eco-car. To use a magnet-wired around and by may lift up the car. Mike in seven years old showed that effect to his dad and a scientist. So, the cars may move on the land and fly as bird because such gadgets as a magnet wired around and by under the electricity current may help make maneuvers to a driver of such a car.




A duty or a right?

Mike was a senior of his town and not only of it. He had no privilege but added obligation noble titles of European and other monarchies. So, often, the girls asked from him to get rid of their virginities. The same he did when he came to Prague in the framework of the Christian movement of the Message of brother Branham. Not because he deemed too much of himself but due the elders of this Message complained that the young men in this Church, his fellow Christians kept too easy about wooing the Christian sisters in Christ. But, on account Mike was universal he did not confine himself in Christian girls of namely that Message. He made kids also to the lay girls and even prostitutes by the point that according to the Catholic hierarchy he declared himself the saint of bandits and prostitutes.

Best business

There was the best business Mike wanted to get occupied with. It was cloning: minimal material overhead expenditures and all works of spirit. It was written in the Bible that first cloning experiments had taken place in the ancient time when there had been not only strong telescopes to explore astrology and astronomy but also microscopes to allow first cell level research of human soul. It was written that due to bad level of religions, the suffering of this cloning came onto the women and these first cloned souls were not adopted to let these women feel good and for the men to suffer for the good health of those newly born again in flesh souls. So, cloning was prohibited till due religions would get established, even until now officially. So, Mike wanted to explore the science and make good religions as a prayer warrior to allow for cloning of himself, his parents, his wives and children and all people by genetic engineering. So, to be in this business Mike needed and wanted to be an evangelist and preacher. He knew enough about the surreal world of Hells and Heavens by their visit to this dimension of the universe and by his own visits over there, and, enough about the nature of the universe, the true God itself that might not be bribed by a good psalm on a well-fed stomach or a candle, or sheep. The laws of the nature were so automatic that even the Devil identified by the Bible and an ancient king of Foggy Albion, the Jehovah as an ancient Near East emperor and Jesus Christ himself were just some kind of good advocates with true efforts, not people who might solve the matters by excluding some laws of the nature. Mike wanted to adopt Jesus as his great-grandson in his second life. He would though profess that he was the progenitor of the race of the newly born again in flesh humans, in which he believed most of his time with certain spiritual vacations when he somewhat slacked the rope which he moved the dead souls in a barge of his suffering against the flow of the river of death.

Dream house

They said that the economy of USA was very much influenced by the prices on the real estate. But, hardly, it was good to sell to a man or woman a house from veneer and a bit of timber for one million dollar approximately. Such a house might not, of course, withstand a tornado or a wind like Catherine cyclone. Mike knew what should be a dream house for him if he once lived in USA. They used a material in constructing high voltage wires peers to have the aluminum wised by wound up upon it. His cousin-in-law Vitally used it in his sauna burner to spruce the water on it and it was better than stones because the material gave off the temperature very fast and absorbed fast also. But still, it did not pass over the electro-magnetic field. So, one was to feel cozy in such a house because there would be almost no influence of the sun light winds and any magnetic storms on the planet Earth. Just to make the brick of this material and glued them together with the melted organic glass. The doorjambs and windows frameworks should be of the same material, even roof tiles should be made of it and the supports of the roof was to be made of the same material. The glass of the windows should be made of bullet proof material to withstand any cataclysm. Even, the foundations of the houses were to be made of this material, the same as piles. Such a house, might be called a fortress according to the British proverb. The same, there was a call for good investment projects from the head of the Russian State corporation of nana-technologies. Mike had a simple idea. For example, uranium changes into the lead and something else when the framework of the atomic bomb they achieved a brisk and strong current of electricity by Skladovsky-Kuri scheme. On the place of uranium and plutonium, there might be the material that was not radioactive in a way to explode by such an influence. Thus, carbon might turn a big brilliant and what there would be of other materials ought to be tested first on the small models of the atomic bombs. So, the atomic bombs would be used for the peaceful goals of the economy.

Everyday puzzle

Mike’s mind was sick. What might be more effective argument to get rid of all his ideas, false memory and systematic delirium which were only natural for a man with rather above average level of intellect that he had? The problem was that he led an isolated live with very week exterior influence on his mind. His spirit did boil in a small pot of his mind to give him more and more of fancy and theories of his individual life that he tried to tout to his close ones to make this spiritual and intellectual substance to make an offensive further on to win more ground just for one sole purpose: to prove that all this product of his mental illness or maybe real events report were very and according to what really happened with him. Of course, that flesh of fantasy had a rather hard and firm skeleton of actual happenings that were in the same time consequence and reason for all his creativity of mind that was based on a principle which made all this roving of brain activity worthwhile. Mike knew that he maybe was not in any position to help the sick girls and people really. There was a very narrow space for any sacrifice that might be of profit to the needy one and might be recovered through any practices of spirit and flesh. All the same, there was a very strong moment for all that that might not be rejected: he really carried the burden of the sick ones by his suffering. He felt that burden. In the end of ends, he did a hard work to dissolve the evil spirits that might torture the victims of the infective and hereditary sicknesses to move forward with the practical medicine. These spirits disappeared in the turnover of his masculine libido that found an outlet of timely satisfaction by working through the hard energy of curse and heaviness. It was like an old woman whispered above some warts to make them get off the skin of hands like it was once with Mike himself. Mike himself felt when they prayed for him in a regular way without all this clandestine atmosphere that presumed witchcraft. However the presence in the crazy house brought about the sobriety of mind, Mike knew that something existed in the matter of dreams that maybe were the genuine and irrevocable part of the actual reality that influenced the life very strong. And retting rid of all that only on the foundation of criticism was not an easy task, because of much of playing into the hands of that legend and relevant myths by people that were the active participants of those dreams and real life while both parts of this union match each other perfectly. Any exerting of logics and approval or disapproval of versions was forceless without one thing that was called “common sense”. And, Mike often did not have enough of that means against getting lost astray in the labyrinths of mind due he was not a communicative person. All his social links were based on proposal of his versions that were much debated and never accepted which gave Mike a reason to suspect his family and friends in a complot against himself that was based as he deemed on the charity of sparing him against hardness of his burden and also shame as to what was natural in life. The only thing made Mike calm: he was almost no hypocrite. If he gave something that did not a part of reality but fantasy, he still believed it was at the contrary a part of his everyday life that he did see in dreams and not memories owing to he had a division of personality and much of time when his first half of self did sleep and the second one was awake…
Though, it’s enough of reasoning, it’s was necessary to keep the promise Mike had given to those people who ordered his books – only facts and events, no interpretation and versions…
The walls of the psycho-neurological hospital were stopping to be welcome as a border of relief and calmness of isolation from the passions of the outer world, they were getting more of a jail’s space. Mike went through the post which the medical aids or male nurses as they called this part of the staff occupied to have a watch over the residents of that prison of mind, which had the iron bars on the windows to show it was reserved for special people.
‘If I did not know it’s all the delirium ideas of a crazy patient down here I would believe it were true… To think of such stuff – they held him in Guantanamo with the condition that they would fuck him if he ate any food that they gave to him… Never thought it might be possible to invent such posh.’ The former policemen, a major in retirement, spoke out his evaluation of what had been proclaimed as the main idea fix of Mike for this knowledge to be taken avail of in controlling his behavior to have a report to be delivered to the doctor, a psychiatrist.
Mike paid not much of attention to that remark, though he felt some alert at that statement. Some time passed and maybe it was already another shift of that male nurse when Mike heard another thing from that man when he passed by the post number one of the hospital as he headed for his room that maybe would have been called a cell had it had any door like it was with some wards of that medical establishment.
‘Mike, I thought you were a man of word but you turned out to be a man of deal. I should say I respect you.’ The robust man pronounced very firm and confidently but in a natural manner of the everyday.
‘All is normal,’ Mike gave his Russian equivalent for Ok.
Why that matter saw the light in that place? Of course, the doctor paid attention for it and asked for more of details but it was Mike who produced the grounds for that information to get into circulation. The male nurse spoke that he would put Mike on post and meant that very table with an armchair that stood in the end or maybe beginning of the hall to allow the staff, along with the medical sisters as was the word in Russian to cover by sight the inhabitants of the asylum. The post in Russian is the same for a fast. And, in Russian army slang to put on post meant to put a man into a cell and give him the food with the stipulation that he would get fucked and dishonored only had he ate some of it. That was organized for some criminals that committed the wrong acts that had caused so much of damage that there were no hopes for any indemnifying and so that psychological trick had only two natural ways out, to eat and get fucked or to find some mercy to get out after a long time of starvation. So, the Russian word “post” had some black humor in the pun that was based on the similar notion for a religious fasting and getting on a military post (watch) as the indication that it all was in the framework of the army service and practiced only in military circles. So, Mike said that if he had been put on the post and taking meals was ahead he was better going to fast. The nurse asked for the explanation and when Mike gave his understanding of the situation, the man demanded, ‘Why you know that it might mean that?’
‘I was on post in Guantanamo.’ Mike told.
‘How long?’ The man asked.
‘The dick should know that. I do not say for certain but I lost some kilos and had to get through a special medical course to recover.’ Mike said…
When Mike was a youngster he had a dream. It was very simple. He wanted to awake one day and see himself an adult man of middle age to have right away a wife and some steady income. He preferred that instead of struggling through the hardships of the early career and university study. So, when he realized one day when he was sixteen years old that he lost the time from about last December and early March of the following year, he knew that something interesting had happened in his life. By the token of the lost memory he guessed that it was what might be called an adventure. He knew that only a maximum of intensive emotions could bring that about. And, he anticipated something that should be called a well-done job because it ought to be a time of hardships, only so it gave that effect. So, he lay down on the bottom moveless to hearken to what people would say about that to have the idea what it had been like. Still, there was few talks about all that except that when he went into his study room, an occupied guest room, only the mom said that they left all the same way and did not make any changes except rare tidying for the place to wait for his return. Mike took notice of that statement in a businessman manner to move along and show no special payment of interest to that statement. He was somewhat apprehensive that they might speculate on his lost memories and wanted to be natural to show no signs amnesia. However, once, the mom made a remark when he looked at his muscles that were not bigger at all but it might be seen they were standing out of more relief and his sinews and bodybuilding were much tighter and tougher to show he was much stronger.
‘Why you look to your new muscles as a goat to the new gates of the household? You seem to believe you may pretend you lost no memory and all is totally Ok with you? That should make one laugh. The doctors said you are going to pay for all that. They say about a mental hardship. Not a sickness but hardships… Why you keep silence?’ The mom demanded at last.
‘Not new ones but old well forgotten ones.’ Mike said contemplating the result. ‘I remember something but I do not think I should now recall more. The way it is, I will be I will be able to get a university education and built a career.’
‘Nobody says you may lose some chances in your life. Still, you should take it serious and listen to the doctors when the time comes. It presumed you do take pills.’ The mom said in an attempt to stop his monkey behavior.
‘I will… All should pay for their own fun. It was my investment into the future happiness.’ Mike said playing a boxer that fought his mirror reflection instead of his own shadow not putting his arms into the action but restricting himself into the dance of shoulders and waist.
‘You learned such words over there? In the spa regions? Investment.’ The mom softly grudged to avoid any more talks…
There were no more judgments on all that story except when Mike’s niece Pauline once remarked, ‘It is necessary to roll on over to get Guantanamo? It is possible to think that the women would not give birth to his children without that.’ She did that remark with the independence of opinion like a cat.
‘You know much.’ Her grandmother and his elder half-brother Nick’s mother-in-law cut short on her granddaughter’s precocious say-ins. ‘Would you give birth to a child if you had a weight of four hundred pounds… You are so slender only because you were born after Guantanamo.’
‘I say nothing.’ Pauline said and made a natural coquetry movement of her hand as though she bid a farewell… She was a girl about the time to become a young lady and whether it were Mexican serials or real stuff… who knew?..
They said in the asylum that it might be seen that had come through starvation because he always shared his last food with the other hungry patients. And, nothing made a man hungrier than a psychiatric medicines treatment…
How Mike recovered of all this? The steroids came well with him in his coming back therapy when he always used bodybuilding to take on mass. He got even more volume of muscles than he had but one day he just puffed down to his normal size. That energy stayed on him and once when a businessman from Saint Petersburg pumped his muscles with a lot of steroids pretending he was ready to die of the relevant side effects and came to Mike to get into his parents’ household sauna (really it was Mike’s advice as a way to cure a sickness as a result of sport trauma, bad methods of training, that might have bereft the man of his male strength in the future), the guy just did puff off the same to take his regular stature, only once Mike had seen him in big shape. It was in the sauna. The guy first complained that he already got heated into the shower and so temperature played no hand in that. Then, he confessed that he wanted to make even the scores with the life. After all, Mike reminded him that it was his own advice and the man noticed that his balls’ sinews and veined got really into the right place and good shape. So, he took that for granted and talked no more of that. So, it was the evidence that the same had happened to Mike’s body some day in the past. It became a kind of anecdote for those who knew him…
Then, they asked one more time if Mike had any pretences to CIA and FBI for that treatment which they had intended to qualify as torture. It was a question from his psychiatric doctor. But, Mike said that even Hollywood stars came through much alike measures to keep in shape so there was no demand for compensation.
Mike was able to make a so huge machination because he had the access to the different codes of the communication between the different secret services of USA. Really, all was sanctioned long before and Mike was a volunteer. Cuba stopped being a point of strain for Uncle Sam. But, really, Mike bought his mercy out of all that because the vaccines made of his blood paid good money. Still, he wanted no pay back.
‘You understand that it is an official address to you on the part of the State establishments?’ The doctor who was a woman not to be called old but young asked.
‘Yes, I understand that but I have no pretences. Only some women would bare me children.’ Mike said.
‘I do not think the deal may stop on that.’ The woman expressed her opinion.
As for the other staff members of the crazy house, once a male nurse demanded a favor from a boy that was a son of some Federal Security Service colonel: he ordered him not to remind Mike of that and not to involve him into the politics while the man knew the sick women had born Mike the kids.
‘That’s Ok.’ Mike said when he overheard that. ‘I will not ponder on that till the time I really need that for my welfare.’ He calmed down the guy.
No more they talked about that. Only, one time when a male nurse that Mike had somewhat tense relations with said to a guy who was a patient, that he might screw off his head if the last had something with Mike because Mike passed through Guantanamo while according to the calculation of the medical worker his rival would not last there as long as two weeks…
Once, Julia prepared a confession to Mike, ‘If I knew about Guantanamo I would never accept being your wife, knowing it should be the price of it. I would better die.’ She said and looked straight into his eyes.
Mike did not longer to say, ‘You acknowledge a right for you to be slender by using folklore dances. But, I prepared myself for an intellectual career and my sports training for self-defense practices ended when I was ten. I had a time deficit and needed some prevention from putting on wait because of psychiatric pills. Whether I did not have a right to be also slender and well shaped?’
‘No more questions… I thought you were crazy.’ He spoke…
Why Mike made no money on that? Most of CIA and other secret service organizations of US, including Navy Reconnaissance, their staff, thought they were preparing an invasion of Cuba by smuggling the boxes of regular shipments filled with weapons and ammunition while they really delivered simple everyday necessity goods. Then, the money of compensation. When Mike came to the conversations with the investigation officers, he cracked jokes and told the story like a funny stuff, having stated from the very beginning he simply wanted to lose weight as a measure for the future keeping of shape in using psychiatric pills which would be necessary. After that, he showed no victim behavior and plainly explained that Cuban revolution inspirited him for that and it had been the labors of some concrete people and Cuban nation on the whole. So, to knead over the affair, the long arm decided to use the money to deal with Cuba government. Though, there was an advocate of Mike and he himself signed some papers of donation. Even, ten years after that business Cuba had a positive outer trade proficit they told in a TV program about that. They said like Cuba had good accounting books…
Michael was a schoolboy. That is why, in his age of sixteen, he should have been absent from his education process for about three months. They might have missed him had he not passed his external teaching course for the tenth grade, as had been agreed by his school administration as an individual experiment in the framework of the new national educative doctrine that put much value on independence of the pupils. He resumed his studies and they did not talk much about that adventure of his.



Forest

About his forest experience, Mike knew that they put him into a basket and a she-wolf stole it to have enough of playing with Mike having no wolf cubs of her own. Then, the she-wolf brought Mike to his parents if they were his when the season of barrenness of hers was over and she had a chance to have her own cubs. He remembered how his new or old new mom said to his father that Mike looked much like him. And, there was a woman who claimed Mike was her son when he was about six years old. Further on and later, she became a Ukrainian politician and threatened once Mike’s assistance in a possible military grip for power for good and for all. Also, they said Mike had a real family…
‘We found your father, Mike.’ The KGB officer informed. ‘The same folklore methods and independent behavior.’
‘He’s alive?’ Mike asked.
‘We may say he’s alive and you have many brothers and sisters.’ The man commented…
This girl was in Mike’s parents’ flat. They said she was real daughter of Mike’s parents which might or might not be so because his dad had been a KGB killer and the witness protection program worked. They played like one year wolf cubs.
‘Why your parents gave you to be brought up to mine? They had no money because your dad was a drunkard? Thus, the wolves had to educate you for politeness?’ She asked in a chick manner.
‘But, who brought you up? The locust?’ Mike showed his wits…
Once, Mike wanted for his parents to sell their house for to buy him a flat to Moscow. The mom said no because Mike was only her foster son and she had a daughter they had exchanged for him she said. So, she proposed for Mike to marry her and thus solve the matter. Mike protested that she was not a virgin as the mom had just informed but the mom said he also was deep in sexual relations. Though, Mike easily recalled the time and place when and where he had met that girl. To this, the mom remarked, ‘I cannot understand. You recall such things and cannot keep in your memory having sex overnight?’ She was really and ingenuously astonished…
Mike was on his way to a Christian conference near Pskov when he met his fellow travelers on a railways station. He said he was from Shushenskoe.
‘That’s near Ilyechevo where they shared some children?’ A Baltic girl demanded.
‘That’s namely him.’ Another girl said to the rest.
‘Who’s him?’ The other demanded.
‘Massimo Provenzano.’ The girl said to bring about the spirit of Omerta and clandestine approach.



Meat

Mike could not understand fully why people liked fresh meat of calves and piglets. These animals were healthy and accordingly anybody who ate that meat had the same problems as a patient had when he had been a receiver of a transplantation organ from a young and healthy man or woman that had died in some accident. The animals that are predators or else some species of primates know the better. They eat only these animals who had died a natural death. Then, the immunity system does not exist in the meat of these animals as some leukocytes and antibodies. So, when a wolf or baboon eats this meat, it is not attacked by any living leukocytes and antibodies. But, when, for example, the victim was healthy and vital, any lion or lioness had problems which they did overcome in their prides by waiting till the corpse would lie enough under the sun for the leukocytes and antibodies in the blood of this victim to die. But, humans put the fresh meat into refrigerators and boiled, fried or withered the meat to kill the leukocytes and antibodies, also viruses. But, it is a very hazardous game due to some antibodies and leukocytes (not to say about viruses) might survive and attack the human soul (blood and body). So, if Mike had any choice, he would eat the meat of those animals that were most old and died naturally. That was a truest token the animal was healthy and had no infections. In the forest, or prairie, or desert, or river, or ocean, such meat is most preferred by predators. In his childhood, he used to eat the meat of the old cows under the pretences it was the meat of dinosaurs they found in the ice of the north. It fitted in but if they found such meat, Mike would be first to spent his money on that. He saw in the TV news program that they had found a mammoth in the perpetual ice as they said in Russian. He was sorry he had not enough money to buy this meat. Again, why the receivers of the transplantation organs played a risky game in accepting the organs of young and probably sick while there were so many old people with sound heart, liver, kidneys and what might be that passed over the morgue. The token that that old man or woman lived very long showed they had good immunity system but now it was no more along with any rhesus factors and blood group differences. Only, a sound heart or kidney. The fact that they had lived long showed they had not been infected with the viruses or bacteria or better they had been infected but overcame the sicknesses and had no antibodies because were no more sick. Might also might not understand fully why they played with these antibodies in vaccines business. When there were antibodies there were microbes. No microbes, no antibodies. Only, the functional immunity that is left after the sickness is over. Most of the old people that had died had had this functional immunity. If they had been infected in their old days, they would have died very fast from an infection, not a natural death. Thus, to be healthy, it was necessary to accept for transplantation only the organs of the old people who had died a natural death, and to eat only the meat of the animals that died a natural death… They say about innocent blood, or the Jew are said by their God and ours not to drink the blood because that’s very risky. The hormones that play in the soul (body and blood) of a victim (animal or human, no difference) are presumed by the nature to make the meat very contagious to murder the predators and preserve the population of zebras, antelopes and so on. That mechanism is elaborated through evolution for the cases when there is the hunger in the forest or prairie during droughts. Then, predators attack even sound and healthy animals because the same as locust they are under the genetic mechanism of response to the cataclysm, they began to propagate very fast even with the natural consequence of having sick progeny. The same as with the animals feeding on grass and tree branches: they eat much to propagate their population. No doubt that the humankind was born as a species because of a very strong cataclysm of the global drought that preceded the global ice age.


Moral duty

If CIA solved the problems with the sick personnel of the world trade center and these military officers in the international department of Pentagon, and Mike then just claimed around that it had been he who had done the whole job while there would have been many other people involved from CIA and US government, no doubt, Mike would have wound up as Oswald had done. But, the fact was that this problem with the people infected having been a national US problem had been solved by Michael alone. Perhaps, there were some hopes and indirect let-do on the part of some people in the governmental circles of USA, but all the same that dirty job had been done by Mike alone.
He knew that those who worked in the world trade center and international department of Pentagon were the participants, or else their parents were the participants, of the vaccination programs that used not Mike’s blood but some other sources of the raw products for vaccines. It was simply because Mike did not exist at that time as yet. Mike found the finance for these people not to become the immediate victims of some CIA practices and his blood somewhat slowed down the deteriorative processes of the immunity systems of those people. But, to save them completely was impossible, and it was understood as soon as they tested Mike’s blood on them. Hardly, they would have murdered Mike to please these people for some more months of living. And, surely nobody would let Mike’s children to be tortured for some vaccines for these women and men. However, the danger of it existed, but probably it was not to be considered seriously.
What was awaiting for these people? Surely, they should have come through the very painful and full of suffering medical treatment to make their bodies not so contagious after which they would have disappeared getting buried in very firm metal coffins. Or else, there would ensue an outbreak of severe infections and some mutations of the ordinary ones that would have made the world change considerably. So, Mike just made it so that they died and did not suffer according to the contract of blood they signed with those people who had died before in this as though “financial” pyramid of lust and immunity. And, he did it almost or totally alone.
These Arab that led the airbuses on the sky scrapers had been counted to be CIA best agents. First, they honestly confessed that Al-Qaeda tried to use them as suicide pilots and came through the hypnotic medical procedures to check if they had been under some influence. They found no influence and they might not find because Mike had hypnotized them not using some pills or medicines on them but by smoking a lot of ganja and telling a story based on the point that the aliens they showed in the cinema were going to invade the planet Earth and Mike was the victim himself. He imitated being the bearer of an alien and really there were no hypnotics of the kind they use, he simply argued better. And, due to the fact that the future terrorists were the boys at this time, this program was put into their brains perfectly. About that Mike warned the CIA agents several months before the accident. And, that way it was as humorous as it might seem to the ordinary citizens. The suicide attackers were sure that the problem of the twin towers and Pentagon was not the bad quality vaccines consequences but that these future victims of 11th of September were the bearers of the aliens. So, to save the planet, the guys had to use Boeings that specific way. Of course, such a version, if to consider it a version, would produce only laugh. But, the laugh and when it disarms a man against influence, was the main method of influence owing when some considered a serious thing as a joke he might say his yes many times on the very important and frightful things to create a program in his own mind. Then, the stress of the medical tests, the influence of the medicines only brought these guys to a point of going crazy in a controlled way to use them for burying the problem of the twin towers personnel. It should not be put under any doubt that these suicide attackers also were part of some bad quality vaccines programs and, of course, had not more chances of survival them their victims.
Why they still used them in the safeguarding the flights on 11th of September? First, they were tested and experienced CIA agents. And, the trick was that there should exist a second real group of suicide pilots that did not expose itself just because the first one had done the job. The second group of suicide pilots were the ordinary airbuses pilots on duty on that date. So, even if something went wrong the thing would have been done anyway.


Log

There was a lot of fuss around the conk crack of a mechanical wheel on Sayan-Shushensky hydro-electrical station. By his mind’s eye Mike saw that the real cause was a big salmon fish which swam near to a dead grey timber log to make it go under the defense system of a line of pantones. The log got to the wheel on a foundation to block it and make crank to get off its place to turn around just alone to be pushed out by the water and river.
Many people died in a collective suicide at the expense of the employer, hardly they were the victims of KGB, now FSS of Russia. But, no real danger hovered over the place. The balcony waterfall was able to be shifted out by remote control while the water on the main go went even slower than ordinarily without any turbulence of wheels turning around. In the worst case there would be a higher level on river of 30 centimeters because Jenisej river was a records one by the volume of water transportation. So, what it was? It was a controlled act of techno endangering people just in their minds to have a grip on money necessary to repair really old hydro-electrical stations. Nobody in KGB wanted to be an enemy of the State if something really devastating would have happened. If for the workers, most surer it were the kitchen fighters who because of their curse and sicknesses accepted this death in return for rather good money. Mike insisted that there should be taken measures to prevent it but the KGB officers just rhetorically demanded why he was afraid for such a small deal after Chernobyl. Eric and Lennart also were not against Mike taking responsibility for that techno crank crack as for a terrorist act in a gentle kind of a way. So, Mike just did his job and maybe it he who persuaded the big salmon fish to do this trick to save him from inequity of the State for all its tricks with his girls. First, he really felt better because of the thought that he somehow could engender this breakage, he even recalled his telepathic signal from the time when he was a boy and reached the future to demand the big fish make this trick to save his game. Maybe, he promised to heal the fish (all the fish in water reservoir) from parasites and tame them to be a part of his household and the reservoir itself a big pool for growing fish by feeding it with bad old out-of-term products like he wanted to do with regular big animals and maybe rabbits. The fish might commit a diversion only for a tit-for-tat.

Marcel

Mike also had good relations with the people from Marcel. It was on account he knew what a duel was to be. He had a duel with fifty adversaries (thirty adults and twenty boys – he was ten years old himself), who tried to vainly claim his Benedicta was born to be a harlot and a common woman. He proved he was a champion in the true ancient sense of this word getting hired by the Sicilian doctor to prove once and for all Benedicta was to be an honest woman. He was only one to be a Dartanian equivalent of the book “Three musketeers.’ He proved he had enough of French blood to need no further comments.

Orders and medals

They said Mike had many orders and medals but it was not so. His imaginary KGB once offered him the medal of the Hero of the Soviet Union for putting afraid some Tajik mafia gangster by killing them not till death in the world of dreams. But, he said he did not feel himself a hero and he had not committed any feat. He did not overcome any fears or something like serving his country. He said they should give that medal to his civil wife Catherine (there had been already the promise of an equivalent of the first night after the marriage). She, of course, committed a feat when she persuaded her mom to call police, KGB and all governmental institutions for to get saved from that family conflict of her and all her relatives. Mike, on the contrary had smoked so much of opium that he had had no fear and knew that he had been going to do what he had decided to do. He had had a sure plan for all his acts. So, from this time on, they gave orders and medals to those girls and women that had overcome their fears by calling police, or CIA or what might be alike to all this. Maybe, he really shot and wounded and then healed and returned somebody to their wives and children in this real world but he did not care for that. When it was with the order of the knights of the Saint Michael, he smoked so much of cocaine that he had no fears. There were the fears and shock after he began to recall that. But, it gave him male strength and he saw no damage in these fears or the informational shock because then all would be well with him and his human females. They said they gave some amnesty or privileges for these orders and medals or titles or business, but he did not want to get spoiled by these privileges and exemptions. He need to have no medals or orders, or titles for his self-discipline in controlling his own acts to be accomplished in the strictest legal sense. A guy from Sicily asked if Mike had any orders. Mike said no because he was no hero and committed no feats. He advised Natalio to demand some orders or medals if he felt he was a hero. The same was for any titles in Mafia, Jacuzzi structures, Chinese triads or anything like that in Russia. He said to Natalio that he would not refuse to carry on his chest the Georgian cross of his grand-grandfather who was a Cossack esaul, the equivalent of major in this kind of military forces, this man had been the father of his grandmother Mary. But, this cross had been lost from any view. They said it was exchanged for liquor. Mike had some privileges as an invalid of the second group and second degree, but, no doubt, he would have no business to use these tax exemptions because he was going to spend all his money on girls, women, or some sick boys.


Official point of view

The people ostensibly criticized Mike for his harem intentions. All by their hypocrisy. But, the KGB was not an organization to play tricks along with CIA and other intelligence offices…
‘Mike, we have to talk about a thing.’ The fair-haired superintendent announced.
‘What’s is it?’ Mike demanded.
‘It’s about your harem.’ He said. ‘In the East, they know better how to struggle with contagious sicknesses. It’s a culture of thousands of years. They use harems for good and healthy kids as much of infections they have. So, you’ve got really to have a harem without all this Eastern prestigious consumption when somebody would have fucked your wives, I mean concubines.’
‘But, there shall be a lot of gravitation.’ Mike said meaning no doubt as to his own readiness for what had been proposed and what he was really having.’
‘Gravitation not gradation but you’ve got to have your harem immaculate. I mean no strange seed… They say you will cope with that task.’
‘Ok.’ Mike said. ‘Only, they should not provoke my girls for something else.’
‘They will not, only you do not provoke yourself.’ The man said.
‘I will not.’ Mike promised as an acknowledgement of fact.

One more family curse

They say that a curse should be a payment for a blessing. But what if one takes the curse and the blessing is received by other people? Sometimes, it’s necessary to inherit a family curse for a deal that the forerunners of the family had done. The same was for Mike when his father once addressed him for that purpose of taking a family curse. It was because there was the time when Mike’s father Jack grew pigeons. One day there came a chance to procure some hemp seeds as the nutrition for these doves. The case was that in the socialist economy it was almost impossible to sell some spared hemp seeds that had been intended for to make a hemp plantation on a collective farm when the order for that had been cancelled by the Communist party authorities all in the go of the national planned economy. So, they just had signed off the balance of a collective farm a sack of hemp seeds. The dad took that stuff from an acquaintance of his, a man that was in ruling and managing that collective farm for the State. It was a good bargain due the sack of wheat might not be considered a good use for pigeons when even the pigs had a rather scarce menu of mostly potatoes and beets. And, who would risk feeding the hemp seeds to a cow, for example? So, Jack used that fodder for his hobby: pigeons.
Had Jack any intention other than just providing some food for his pets was a question in the property of history possessed by the birthright wielded by that science. But, the story went that way: when he had ended feeding that sack of hemp seeds to his pigeons, a man of a Middle East origin came and proposed him a down-pay of seven hundred rubles which was three month’s salary for his dad, a huge sum for a Soviet man who naturally had any projects of investment and had to do nothing but to spend the money for his wants, it was priced for that dung that was left after the pigeons had eaten the hemp seeds. He also said that he might bring about four thousands rubles if he was given a time of a pair of months to come back home to Uzbekistan and collect the sum.
The dad probably knew that such dung was used for producing the nasvay, a stuff that was for Middle East almost the same as coca leaves for the peasants of Columbia. With only one reserve: it was not always available. The dad decided to grant that stuff to the man for free (only a bottle of cognac). Or, he did invest that into the Middle East economy ruled by clans? Who did know? He afterwards had some business with Uzbeks in shipping of Siberian timber over there and it was like he along with his partners stood in debt to those men. But, no gangsters came to ask for money as must have been according to the custom of these times. And, even what he got as his property was deemed as what was going to be paid over by his son Mick. So, he probable just gifted the stuff to that Kazakh, as the man had said about himself, who dealt with Uzbeks.
Of course, the man was a former doctor and told that this “nasvay” was a very good thing for healing of infections and establishing immunity, not to tell about its relaxation qualities. So, peopled got relaxed and rid of their horrors and soul pain. There was a question of who must respond for that before the nature and God. When the dad spoke about that to his son Michael, the last did assume the curse. To tell the truth he also did not haggle about his profit when a deal was ahead. He showed sometimes his principled approach if he needed something as a production ground for his own profession: for example, a printer for his legal practice, to print legal papers. But as to his own income, he was a communist and understood very early that having a woman, for instance, was not only a want but also an ability. That is why he accepted the motto of communism: to each one according to his want and from each one according to his abilities. That was a primitive tribal mentality but it rang the ring with Mike. So, he just accepted the curse to carry into annihilation through suffering. Anyway, he knew that to have masculine potential for sex one should come over such experience. So, it seemed to him to be a good bargain because he wanted to have good sex with women and maybe to support some men. Still, when the days of the suffering came it seemed to be only measured enough to come through all that. It was what might be called hard. Informational shock along with suffering of deep uneasiness. All in all, it was what makes a family be of need.

Personal omerta

In a discussion with a KGB officer, who saw Mike personally as often that became rather an elder friend for him, the boy heard that it might be well if there was some omerta for what he committed. Mike responded to that that the only omerta that might save him from any civil and even penal prosecution was an omerta against himself in which he would not know what he had committed to make it impossible for others to speak much on his acts in an official way. He got that omerta but it played a bad joke with him, though he had no real damage but for a long time of suffering, due when he came into resuming his memories by provoking the condition of mind when these memories came in a torrent after the funny stuff of merely his daydreams, in some system, there were necessary to have the clues from the world of his usual life. He smoked some tobacco to fight paranoia based on the conclusion that they might think of the legend in his life to make him forbear and suffer through the mental inconvenience (it was not a complete forbearance because there were the active sexual acts in the life of his second self of the division of personality) to make a financial machination to pass the namely laboratory chemical vaccines for those produced from his blood; and the necessary memories arrived into his mind as a rescue…
‘Again, they will lead him to women in the night.’ A madhouse patient that might pass for an ordinary man because of no thinking process vices and crazy ideas pronounced and indicated Mike. ‘You did not give us a chance to sleep in the night awakening us and then reproach that we do not sleep and bother you.’
‘You want that we led you to the women instead?’ A medical sister demanded with irony. ‘You better do keep mum on that. Or, it seems somebody wants to get tied to his bunk I see.’ She made him shut down.
For Mike, it was just the speeches to slander against him to falsely show he had that kind of his soul division, the product of a general conspiracy against him. He might admit that he spoke something and then forgot in the deliverance of his delirium. But, to admit he committed something and forgot, something like sex, it was too much it seemed to him. Of course, when he drank some good calming and assuaging grass beverages, he got a good inebriation and realized that such a conspiracy would be senseless and all was real, to boot, he always had the relevant scenes in his mind, only they might be identified as merely daydreams in that there was no memory link to their belonging to his main bulk of mentality. However the reality of such “daydreams” was too suspicious for just imagination. It should be a part of actual happenings. But, it was only the indirect evidence that might show something only by the amount of such clues. And, there were the other such clues. During a night, for instance, a medical sister remarked to Mike through the window of the isolator room that he had to sleep because as she said he had to awake and stand up further in the night and there were no medical procedures and any other reason from the hospital schedule to get up.

Presidentship

All said, except his father and maybe some opposition from his mom, to the effect that Mike should be the president of Russia. Even, CIA on the behalf of more of governmental structures of USA and maybe and shouldbe the same structures of the other Western countries proposed the support. Of course, even in the times of KGB, they said Mike should be one. But, Mike saw what the US president George Bush had gotten from his presidentship. They said he had been rich along with his father, the US president preceding him on that post. Then, he said about nothing but a rancho in Texas. So, all was spent for the election compaign of these both representatives of Bush family. So, Mike decided once and for all he did not want to be an official president of Russia. He would be the unofficially official president of Russia that the moms of the spoiled kids would put as an example for persuading to take some pill for to heal a cold or something like that. He did not want any complex solutions on the property of his wives which might have come into existence if he had received anything from the State…
Mike entered the office room of the new head of the Ust-Abakan district administration. He was in the team of the predecessor of that young man on this post. So, he was going to be fired to free the place for a new lawyer that was a woman who had worked on a technical spirits distilling factory that was in the ownership of that young man, the new head of the administration and his father. He was invited to sit upon a chair opposite to the new head. ‘That’s business, nothing personal.’ The man said.
‘I thought you had something personal. I mean business.’ Mike smarted as he used to do when faced some quasi-strong people in the State or some corporation, or social organization.
‘You think I bought the votes of the electors?’ The man asked in return.
‘To get the votes of the electors is possible only by buying them in any election compaign. It’s always presumed to be a crime to be elected for to be a State official or any other elected director. It become a crime when there are the negative consequences of ruling. Then, there is damage and crime and certainly a jail term.’ Mike gave his legal qualification.
‘And, what I should do in the jail?’ The man demanded.
‘What? To hide from the ordinary citizens and build relations with the bandits to protect yourself and your family and what you name to be your business.’ Mike said.
‘Ok, no more questions, you may go.’ The man of thirties calmly said. ‘Now, I should into the papers and see what I may do.’ He pronounced to show the politeness indicated Mike the direction to the come-out door.


Recalling

My recovered by his conscience many of events. How he wounded or killed in a manner to accomplish a suicide by his adversaries in such a way as to die or suffer by his bullets or knife. All knew it was in the legalest way possible and nobody accused him though threatened to interfere if Mike would get too high in his intentions and a crossing Rubicon might have been possible, while they remarked that they investigated not Mike’s relations with women but those who thought it was illegal and raping, when it was not all knew. Still, the mom said that the visits to the asylum was a payment for that and a healing to be sane and sound to boot. All knew that the God punished not for sins to cater to the illusions of certain people they might have been righteous while others the sinners, but just for pleasures to be paid by suffering like in a retail shop. So, Mike had to come through the suffering of the crazy house treatment.

Special operations

‘Mike, I have a sick nephew and he needs a surgical operation but the doctors say he will not be able to stand narcosis. You should promise to make him a good surgical operation when you will liquidate the Red Star organization.’ Ernst said. ‘The same for other soldiers and officers and maybe civilians.’
‘Ok.’ Mike consented.
‘We organize the special operations for surgical operation.’ Ernst pronounced with his CIA spirit completely dead.

Two hares killed with one shooting

Mike got acquainted on a date web site with a girl from Abakan that studied to be a lawyer because her uncle was a criminal police colonel and regional chief. There were some tensions with the local street young men paid beforehand by the Russian Mafia criminal bosses from Moscow that had had a talk with Mike personally for which they both had come from Moscow to have a private talk with Mike. Otherwise, nobody would dare to stand against Mike. They gave to the street boys the real criminal bosses’ amnesty through a soft drunkard manner quarrel with Mike during a pick-nick not far from his parents’ house where he himself lived. A former soldier in frontier guards mixed into a big smuggle of illegal drugs through the State border got a forgiveness of sins. In a passionate talk with dad Jack Mike promised to kill anybody which could threaten Olivia, the niece of the police colonel, those from the street boys. He already somewhat scared the guys whom got collected in above-mentioned place by Eve, his childhood love, for a take-out of personal acts committed in the past. Eve called the suit herself and hired Mike to bring her band to good senses. The Federal Security Service ordered him to protect Olivia from the nearby regional capital street boys from majors in the inheritance from their respective parents, these were provoked by the mob. Being in a trance and fully controlling himself Mike stole a pair of gun pistols from a pair of the local patrol policemen that gave the interview to a TV channel during their meeting with the journalists and audience on the night street. There were for bolts, two for each gun, one in the pistol, the other in the holster for each gun. Passing two hundred yards he met a group of the street boys who had come to Shushenskoe to attempt to assassinate Olivia from Abakan. Mike found in the garbage street can a mask of a hare for the kids, though he was a hare himself now, he only was a hunter. He stopped and listened to the boys who said they were going to kill Olivia by a Mafia order to further on murder their parents and inherit business. They said like they had cancers and tuberculosis and AIDS not to be afraid to die in the conflict and try their chances in that deal. Asking for sure if they were definite in their intent and getting “yes, but you better go off the kids’ clown”, he imitated petards in the shooting manner and shot all bolts’ cartridges to those boys, softly wounded them and touch no important for life organs. Them, when they acknowledge they had something to lose, he having a kitchen knife from the street garbage can, next one on the way, he coerced them to go on their legs to the acceptance room of the local municipal medical office where he passed them over to doctors and signed the juridical papers for them to be sent for a year each to the regional madhouses separately because the patients of those asylums might kill them to render a service to Mike being his Mafia soldiers by a long ago agreement with the yellow tickets Mafia. There were no compulsory love from Olivia or Eve who was the daughter of a thief-in-law from Russian prison Mafia.

Word


Mike felt in himself a strong power of word. He wanted to have a reconnoiter right in a battle in some healing practice. It was on a visit to the crazy house. He saw a young man who had a cancer tumor on his head both in and on the cranium. He said to the boy that he would say he would be healed and he, the boy, would get sane and sound because of the law of conserving of information and matter while he surmounted the resistance of the law of energy in the closed up system of physical reaction in the body of the patient. The cancer tumor was non-operable.
‘Only you do say so.’ The boy called Paul demanded.
‘Yes, I will and you will be healed’. Mike assured…
After half a year, Mike met Paul in the madhouse once more and the boy had no tumor at all. At Mike’s question of how the boy felt the young man said, ‘The sane half of the brains controls the sick one to bring about the balance.’
It was a good way for Mike to feel his own force of curing.


A laconic tale

Benedicta as a Sicilian girl might be the women of Mike only as her Sicilian blood relative, and my was the descendent of Garibaldi with those from his army that got the political immigration status and lands in Siberia, the Italians half of whom were Sicilians.

Trials of love

Their was a woman with whom Mike had communicated since his early years in the world. She was his relative by his granddad Peter and thus a sister and she could not keep faith to him as a woman. He sold his personal data and songs to her by sex payment of active love on his part. But, the girls had a mental point, so she needed to be healed. It was to do with her ancestry and the story of the project of her birth. So, there was only one way to cure her of that, to kidnap and give recreation and fitness active rest and solve all her legal problems with Latin America immigrants Mafia in USA.
‘If it does work we will part with you,’ his blond superintendent once remarked.
‘The program will end!?’ Mike cheered up in best actor simulation manner.
‘No, the program will stay, you life will end in that case… or would end… or would have ended.’ The KGB officer let his sinking box work freely.
So, Mike had to kidnap her for some time for her to play a rabbit being hunted in taiga to add to her jungle equivalent of similar instincts. He asked one billion dollar from her relatives to exchange for a baby from him and a chance to invest that money through him without personal commission to the Wall Street papers (stocks and bonds in shares in national level business projects worked out by the State USA firms accredited with CIA of USA) with 250% discount to premium the real value of this property as his part of the expenditures for the future child of Mike from this Hollywood actress. Mike came successfully through these trials of love.


Still, Mike was a Russian

Still, Mike proved he was a complete Russian keeping one hundred percents allegiance to the State and executing all orders offered passing them through his own detailing which often bettered these orders, showing he understood no difference between State and Mafia, proving he was a descendent of the ancient Roman Empire citizens and Moscow was Third Rome truly, not Berlin. Though, his complete discipline illustrated quite right he had enough of German genes.
Once, he softly said to a German girl (he was thirty then), ‘Heil Hitler.’ With a soft movement of the right hand up. The girl threw up her right arm and clicked with her boots, greeting him her best possible “Heil Hitler!’


Energy

Of course, the idea to produce certain material in the framework of the mechanism of an atomic bomb was to produce much of energy. The same as in a star the materials such as gold and lead and iron are gotten through the nuclear synthetics under and by the influence of the electro-magnetic field of this star, the very same it would be in an atomic bomb. But, the energy should be elaborated on the difference of potentials, that is, to appear from nowhere and thus influence the universe to get a-stopping to degrade into what the scientists say it should have gotten. Still, Mike, no doubt, was not for any scientific revolutions and the same for technical revolutions. He already said to the KGB how to make away with the ecological problems. It was necessary to burn the coal through the funnels through which the toxic evaporations come out. Thus, soot would rest on the interior surface of these funnels and tubes (even in automobiles and tractors) to act as an absorbent of the toxic materials. Then, when the absorbent qualities of the soot were over, it was necessary to clean the funnels and use the stuff in chemicals industry, then, burn the coal through the funnels again, and so many times more. And, of course, Mike had no mind for putting bankrupt any timber coal industries, because the timber coal absorbents used in the gas masks are to be used as an insurance against any accidents that might be connected with the uncontrolled smoking-offs of the toxic evaporations, even the radioactive evaporations. If that helps in gas masks for the pretences of the high level of radioactivity and chemical toxics, it was to help against any pollution and prevent any harm to the human and animal populations nearby such objects. The timber coal powder was to absorb the oxygen and CO also to quench the fire. It was to be used for any forest fires and ordinary fires. He had told all this to the KGB officers he knew, but they said they had more urgent problems to solve, they meant their rivals in Europe and USA, and elsewhere in the world. Or, else it was an imaginary KGB. Or, else Mike meat them in the world of dreams. Julia had said that they checked who might be in the local KGB office in that time of Mike’s childhood but they might not identify anybody Mike described to Julia. Anyway, his KGB superintendent said that all should be in the due time.


Cards’ debt

Mike visited the frivolous sicknesses doctor with a certain obstinacy. His girl Julia reported to him about her misdeeds in her sexual life and at that time Mike believed those tales almost unconditionally. It seemed to him that the entire world did conspire against him and his personal philosophy. In those days, Mike did not understand the God perfectly and perceived the idea that people might abuse of their relationships with him and betray. His own position as the God’s obedient follower was not counted by him as a one hundred percent insurance against any encroachments on his own rights and freedom. The God itself was not at that time the nature of the universe with its strict and understandable laws but maybe some superpower person with all human vices and mistakes due to the acts of others resembled the absolute voluntarism due to the God forgave all and maybe loved others more than it was with Mike. Very often, the God was Jesus in his view with all power of purview and allowance of sinful acts for their further total forgiveness. It was like this God was not reliable and foolproof against human weaknesses and condoned much. Mike forgot about the laws of nature that controlled people on the physiology level and believed in complete choices not relevant to his own stay and behavior. And, due to the winters in Siberia were harsh he, at that period, caught colds and it looked like some venereal sickness. So, he went to the office room of this doctor sometimes until the man sent him away completely because could not find nothing serious with him and deemed it was hypochondria. On one of such visits of Mike having taken avail of the DNA technologies of identification of venereal sicknesses, the doc tried to trick him on his narration about namely Mike himself, or else, it was a way to bring Mike to the point of understanding some obvious for other people things.
‘I have a friend… Or rather, he is not my friend precisely – we do not drink much together… But, he once helped me very much. I made a big debt and the sum was somewhat insurmountable for me and I would have sold my real estate property but for my pal… the creditors were very serious people… So, he helped me and somehow paid the debt instead of me, or sooner, arranged this outstanding monetary obligation forgiving those people his own credits of rendering some specific services… And, he also came to me for the same medical tests because he wanted to marry but in the past did not let pass any skirt on his way… He was rather lucky, they found no infection but for some not dangerous one which I believe people in Abakan put down on the paper for the reason of not leaving the blank with the DNA tests empty not to seduce us into believing that this test might have been ineffective… I once played the same trick with him when he had caught cold owing to the medicine for to cure this sickness ordinarily was not an antibiotic and was also used to get rid of parasites. That was justified because many people try to heal their sicknesses on their own swallowing the huge amounts of strong drugs with many side effects while they have just some cold… and, in addition, this medicine helps with getting away with general inflammation.’ Here, he made a pause and looked into the eyes of Mike who turned his sight on the desk. Seemed he wanted a special reaction from Mike at that story, but the last left mute. ‘Do you sham, Mike?’ He demanded, but the young man was more silent than water and less high than grass due to he believed the tale was not about him but a successful man whom Mike should have been by the rule of equitability but due to the world in his view was sold to arbitrariness it was somebody else. The curtsey obliged him to keep much and give no comments of interior protest which was outlaw for Mike… Simply, he did not recall his love adventures as yet, the last were blocked by his mind into the levels behind everyday memories. ‘Ok, let’s get back to our sheep,’ the doc with a beard said having seen Mike did not give a proper reaction to his provocation…
It happen when Mike was fifteen. He stood up for some girls and women having killed several people. The problem was that some mobsters and businessmen who had ordered those guys insisted that Mike should take his money for those assassinations, though Mike did not want any fees and acted by his free conscience. Those people reckoned that Mike should be in the deal and accepted no disowning of the payments due to him.
He went on the road to the scouts’ center to play some billiard when he met the doc who walked off the polyclinic building. Already on his visits to the school where Mike studied he did all to become familiar with the boys to establish confidential relations with them to leave to them no room for timid approach to the treatment of venereal sicknesses which he properly deemed to appear in the young life of the schoolboys. He had been always merry and joking to make of this medical activity a kind of fun to make the necessary visits to the medical establishment more probable. But, that day, he was downcast and possessed by black moods.
‘Hello,’ Mike greeted him. ‘What’s the agenda of the day with you, Mister Grabovsky?.. Seems you have a problem. Might I help?’
The man was so much ruined by the bad luck that did not change his confident and intrusting attitude toward the adolescent boy. It should have been presumed that this approach of clean faith should have been reserved only to the humorous but scaring talks about venereal sicknesses and their treatment but the man turned out to be same open minded and on the level on which he had descended to be friendlier with the boys.
‘Nothing to be joyful about.’ The man said. ‘I lost in playing cards much. I counted myself as a big player but lost as a schoolboy with local mobsters.’ He informed Mike.
‘How much?’ Mike questioned.
‘Much… It’s frightful to say about the sum I lost… No matter to be glad with.’ The doc said seemingly having lost the feeling of any subordination due to his sorrow. Or else, he thought Mike was serious enough to know the truth.
‘Might I help you?’ Mike inquired. ‘Then, I might help my own self… The case is that I killed some enemies of nation and I did it because I just wanted to protect some girls and women like they teach in kindergarten and school on the lessons of literature, but they want me to take the money to be in business. I arranged all with the police and they also think it was legal. That’s why I talk with you here. But, I extremely want to get rid of this money to stay free and not to spoil my personal choices. Might you accept my money to pay your debt? You might enquired of my acts and have a view of the matter beforehand.’ Mike proposed.
‘Seems I am in no position to think about moral aspects once that’s legal. I thought I might recoup my money lost in gambling with even more gambling… I do not know what caught a grip on me and what fly did bit me. I played until I lost the price of my flat and car along with country house, all that added by what I might theoretically earn on my office in perspective and only then they said it all was over because I lost all monetary prospects and they did not play in debt.’ The doc told.
‘How much?’ Mike insisted on his interrogation.
‘Fifty thousand dollar.’ The man pronounced.
‘They said I got seventy thousand dollars on my activities with the local mob on my affairs… and, you might make a survey on these affairs of mine by asking some people.’ He told. ‘You might dispose of them… I help you because you might help my girls as a doctor.’
‘I know all about your affairs the same about your girls as the rest of our town and what the police and General Attorney’s local office think on that, so, I accept your offer. Seems I may pay that debt I owe now to you.’ The medical worker said in his monotonous way of speech which testified of his soft prostration.
‘So, it’s a hand shake?’ Mike asked.
‘A hand shake.’ The man answered and they both shook hands…
Afterwards, the doc said to Mike that that money lost by him in cards turned out to be a kind of investment into the Blatnoy Cause (the Soviet and Russian analog of Cosa Nostra). He made avail of this “criminal roof” as they said about the protection of the mob in covering his affairs with selling of medicines and medical apparatuses on his own as his personal business returning his lost sum of money. And, he said he was glad because he conserved his reputation in that this monetary input had not been extorted of him by force but he had lost it honestly in gambling. Otherwise, he said he would count the whole story as a frame-up.
Mike, on his turn, did not muse over the notions of karma and fortune in the gambling of the doc, but thought rather that the mob was not glad about the medical propaganda against prostitution and wanted to somehow get a control over the local district doctor responsible of that to hire him for medical treatment of hookers on more reasonable terms. Anyway, the doc said he was glad to have a double win on this entire scheme. Mike on his turn might acknowledge that it really was a gentle kind of a frame-up he needed to assure more quality medical treatment for his girls.


Psychiatrist doctor’s statement

Mike had just come out of the superintending regional psychiatrist doctor. Now, his wife Julia was in the office room. They talked about her dreams of suffering for vaccines while the doctor said that it was that imaginary reality and no doubt Julia the same as the other girls of Mike were not going to get to any underground FSS laboratories.
Then, there came out a question of Julia as to what was going to be with her three children she had born to Mike. The doc said that no KGB or FSS was in any concern with that and that was her own business with these people that had taken her kids for brining up. He rebuked Julia for her claims as to being a biological mother of them and anything it might imply for the rights of their education and caretaking.
‘You said you got ten thousands dollar for each but I say their price may be a billion dollar if they were sold on the market. What you might give to these children being a young woman of almost no means. Do not worry these children shall not experience any harm because the people in question invested a lot of liaisons for having taken them in possession. Their legal mothers might not have their own kids and so be sure they shall not play pranks with their motherhood… And, we have the documents it was your own agreements with them. I mean namely you.’ He explained.
‘But, he is crazy…’ Julia just said to hear what was going to be sounded.
‘I may say you are crazy and I am crazy enough but he is not. I tested him during this week… He cured me once when I was real crazy and if once I get crazy because of my work I first will go to the farrow witches I know. I mean fairies. And, if they cannot help me I will apply to Mike… And, do not think your own sicknesses you have experienced had no influence on your brains. So, you are happy enough you have such a husband.’ The doc stated.
‘He is no husband for me.’ Julia retorted.
‘That does not matter… You may go.’ He said to see Julia off out of his office room.



The price of the question

The Canadian man in a windbreaker coat approached Mike to get off him the necessary information as to the actual intentions of his Russian partners due to while Mike represented the Russian side; he still was an independent agent and did not depend directly on anybody. ‘What we will get of this deal?’ He sincerely and kindly depended with certain preoccupation which made a businessman of him. Mike was in a benign mood so he honestly said, ‘You will get nothing of them directly. Whether you do not see the level of the negotiations organization. I mean all these specialties of protocol when you do not have a steady interpreter even.’
‘But, what we will get… or, might get indirectly off this affair with the new technology and documentation for a new aluminum plant built here in Russia?’ The foreigner demanded.
‘But, what you want?’ Mike asked.
‘That’s another talk… We need the raw resources for medical remedies.’ He informed.
‘You will surely get it.’ Mike promised.
‘We do not need the herbs much but we need opium, for example… They said you were in distribution of the State orders for this stuff and got some credits and supplied products… relevant products… And, this affair when you exterminated the policemen that sold themselves out to the criminal trade… As well as I remember the volume of your services was forty million dollars… This money were not stolen and extorted by these criminal policemen and that’s your money… I say that because in return we may afford and offer you to trade in aluminum products for this money and some more only we add our efforts to it if we share the dividends of this act of yours when you defended the legal values and we may take avail of this affair for our own security services… It’s a deal?’
‘Of course, it’s a deal and if you need some similar services I would always be ready to render them.’ Mike promised. Yes, the sellable policemen in the terms of economics that did not execute the orders in Chechnya and racketeered the local businessmen to further on put their hands on the money of the strategic branch of Russian national economy: the finance of the Siberian Aluminum Company. Mike killed and wounded some of them to save this money for Russian nation on the whole and Aluminum private financiers and politicians precisely. So, according to the practice of such affairs this money was given to him in a promise of future trade.


A pair of the trust funds

So, Mike invented the principle of how to use the atomic bombs in the peaceful nana-technologies. Alchemistics were forceless to turn lead to gold but that technology scheme was to do so. Thus, there was necessary to find an owner of the trust fund for that intellectual property. Mike wanted it should be Condoleezza Rice. The former State Secretary of USA. So, he wanted to consider his short story as a public offer specially for her. And, nothing but her passing silence over it was necessary for this offer to be considered as accepted by her. His other investment project he wanted to devote to his civil wife Julia by the same way. The second project was as follows:
Hello my dear prospective client, God bless you!
I have a business deal for you. I can offer you several projects to promote and be occupied with. First, to sell the Siberian cedar nuts in your locality. Here, it costs 5$ a kilo, but in Europe of Russia about 100$. It’s a good ground to attract investment. Then, again the ash, I mean the stuff left after the wood is burnt up. Behind the hydro electrical station, the dam, in the reservoir, there’s a lot of dead timber. Millions of tons. A lot of it is already on the shore. It’s all collected in a small bay of the reservoir. It’s possible to get a subsidy from the State or the Russian electrical monopoly as an ecological project to get it out of the water and burn to add to that on the shore for the wood ash as a fertilizer in green houses and all. There is so much of the dead dry timber on the shore as it was possible to store on it. Also, I want to put on the go the mechanical fuel system used in Russian tanks. I participated in inventing it. So, I have a governmental authorization to use in tractors and all other vehicles. It works as follows. The coal powder is kept in a metal balloon. The starter pumps out the oxygen out of it. The accumulator heats a metal spiral in it (the same metal as in the electrical lamps). CO or C in vapor form goes to the engine and makes it work. Again, the wood, larch and cedar which are in grand demand in Europe. It’s possible to build a road for an access to the place where it grows in taiga. Then, to buy all the lots on the auction in a governmental structure which gives the land lots in taiga for to saw down the wood. If there are some “left” guys, I can say you as a lawyer that it’s quite practical to bring in the court for a judge an action to proceed those guys for the unjustified profit on there part from investment, and also for the lost profit on investor’s part. So, such guys are left only with the overhead costs and a rentableness profit of about from 15 to 20%. But, all should be arranged for it with the local and regional authorities. Also, to develop the trophy hunting on the base of the local hunting organization. All is necessary is to buy cheap agricultural products (food of no more use for humans) for the animal to multiply to build the hunting towers, and even bear dens, because they use to hibernate in the artificial dens. A bear costs 10000$, dear 6000$, moose 8000$ and so on. Also, it is very profitable to grow the fish. There are a lot of lakes where it’s easy to grow the fish. As ecological projects, to process the old pits filled with the water in big cities such a Saint-Petersburg and Moscow to make a kind of private park where the people might fish and swim for a money payment.

Truthfully yours, your prospective attorney Michael.

Civil wives

Mike and his civil wife Julia sat at the kitchen table opposite to each other. They drank some tea or something like that.
‘Maybe, I do not want to be your civil wife but a legal one.’ Julia presumed.
‘You mean a registered wife.’ Mike made it more precise.
‘Yes.’ Julia said.
‘You said you wanted to make money on me?’ Mike demanded.
‘I would not refuse.’ Julia said.
‘So, if you were a legal wife them it would be fifty-fifty, even as a civil wife. I am not a fool and understand I am not competent to commit any legal deals. They sentenced so when I was a kid two years old. So, you will get all I am going to earn.’ Mike said.
‘But, your legal wife?’ Julia demanded.
‘It shall be a juridical fiction due to I am of no legal ability to commit any legal acts, including marriage. My mom and dad get all I earn, and you shall get all when you become my legal guardian along with all them my wives and parents as my legal guardians.’ Mike explained.
‘That’s normal.’ Julia sentenced and they left the kitchen for the guest room to have sex.


Buci-do

The buci-do might be modernly translated as a way of samurai should follow was the Japanese system of philosophy for Jacuzzi. Mike knew a guy who had five terms in jail but could not get well established in Russian Mafia. Once, he met a Japanese businessman who asked him a favor of being an intermediator in buying some cigarettes. The guy heard something of buci-do but did not read the books in the prison library because was out of reach of access for such literature. But, the vendor was a woman who knew him and because the guy was a little bit crazy nervous they said she did not sell the cigarettes pack afraid it might be used in preparation for smoking marihuana. Thus, the Jacuzzi order was not executed as the guy saw the situation. He became even madder and turned up in a crazy house where Mike got after some time for his first visit for more many stays to follow. The man stole a razor blade from half secure shaving machine and when he got to the water closet room he cut his belly till guts with a swift move of the razor blade. Then, he wrapped around his body a sheet he took from his bed and went to the post of medical personnel asking for an honor for his head to be cut off by a samurai sward or something like that. They said he survived. Did he look for that honor even after that nobody knew for sure, the same as no doctor could say for sure if the guy was crazy or not in the clinical sense of this word.



Executors

Mike never did the dirty job himself. Like euthanasia or surgical operations. To say the truth he endeavored to make as less euthanasia and surgical operations in the actual world as possible. He killed and made operations mainly in the world of dreams. Thus, people got healed. The same for having repaired the nuclear reactors, including Chernobyl’s. He usually turned on anti-Branham. The people were afraid they would have been killed or wounded and got healed and gave affidavit and got the amnesty or if they wanted to, they got to jail or some prison camp…
‘Mike, what about September 11th?.. There might be victims.’ Ernst noted.
‘You know the attack is inevitable and they know also… I am not a fool to get in quarrel with the business community… They shall know their best how to get save of the suicide attack only if they may hide from you, I mean CIA… And, all the same, the twin towers are just made of the gypsum-carton and any sound man or woman are to survive their.’ Mike commented on what Ernst asked.
‘But, the victims?’ Ernst asked again.
‘Ernst, would you care if you knew you was going to be born again in flesh and soul just after you died in such an accident?’ Mike gave him a Cambridge return.
‘No, but…’ Ernst mused on what he had just heard.
‘So, there will be no pretences from business community on that part to you and other CIA agents that had been involved in these immunity credit financial pyramid… You said I might not hide from you. I know some places.’ Mike told.
‘You intent to hide?’ Ernst demanded with concern having started from his reasonings.
‘No reason to… Anyway you would have their my own women and maybe men to have sex with in the active living position… Simply, I am no criminal Ernst… I know what you big Wall Street tycoons, CIA officers, Mafia bosses and other you named big men are afraid most of all. That’s to get lynched one day on a branch of some tree. I am not afraid of that and do not care for anything like this and you know why?’ Mike reciprocated in questioning.
‘Why?’ Ernst asked as though abstracted fully of what he interrogated in such a private and no doubt way.
‘I am sound and sane, Ernst. The same I wish for you and all your CIA officers in retirement. So, get healed.’ Mike advised.
‘I will try.’ Ernst said as though he meant some things he did not care about…

Investment

After executing the State order for the collection of opium as a raw product for producing medicines, the grandma of Mike tried to show pity on him and refuse of the money the government gave as a premium for good quality and volume of opium, to make charity out of business, to change hardship of a heavy burden for the easiness of bliss of sacrifice. But, the officials insisted on Mike should receive the full amount of money of about fifty thousand rubles (which was equal to two hundred average monthly salaries in Soviet Union at that time). Still, not to get spoiled by the money and protect his male relatives from booze and spirit empty fornication, Mike had to invest this finance.
Mike was invited into this business thanks to the grandfather of Catherine, a former psychiatrist who passed many years in jail because of the accusation of gross neglect after ten young women died in his hospital, who were his patients. The old man already traded in drugs on retail and Mike needed to pay his debt of gratitude to this man. Once, the old Tajik told that most of all he was obliged to the Communist party regional authorities that did not blame him and ruin his soul, letting to exchange his former social status into his criminal authority which served him as a monetary asset to be cashed in drug traffic. So, Mike took all the money and came to the local bank office and transferred the money to the account of the Communist Party of Tajik Republic of the Soviet Union. The bank clerk, a middle aged woman, asked for a commission of one thousand rubles because the transaction was a special one. He also sent a collateral letter where he did write that it was no bribe but a gift of gratitude for sharing the negative results of the bad work of the old Tajik with human lethal victims. The money was spent by the Central Committee for private interests and all members got something like a new car as it was with the first secretary or a TV or video set as was with the less powerful members of the committee. Why Mike did that? He wanted to help materially the sick girls in Tajikistan and at that time the most convenient manner was to oblige the highest Communist party functionaries to see the due favors of them for the families of the girls like a new flat or a good job. In that time, all depended on the State and money was not much of importance due to the goods were sold by pull in the life of nepotism when any good buy needed a voucher or good liaisons with the people who worked in the system of distributing the goods. All was in deficit, so to transfer the cash to the families of the girls would be senseless. But, the girls were promoted much along with their families, also owing to the members of the central committee organized their vacations and recreation travel to spa on the money Mike had sent to them in the duration of three years.

Jennifer

There was a girl in Mike life to be so forever. Her name was Jennifer. She was a granddaughter of Aristotle Onuses. She thought her own granddad was a pauper because he had spent all his renown of a good women’s admirer for the gambling of big business in acquiring big tankers for oil trade. One of her aunts died by a suicide, a sister had been kidnapped for ends and had not turn up out of that mess. While she saw that Mike’s granddad Peter bi his mom Anastasia was a very rich man because many things were done through him during his life and his personal authority had many hundreds billions dollars price. She regretted most of all that her granddad Aristotle had spent a lot of money for buying the medical tests papers from elite prostitutes and thus for their independent healing while granddad Peter lived on folklore self-treatment medicine. But, Mike showed it was a goodest investment by healing women, also prostitutes, and getting the best medical tests papers for them to sell as a ticket for their service of loving. It was also folklore and regular medicine at his expense. He earned much of money and spent on her education as a future Hollywood actress and for her fees in getting filmed in movies for her to acquire the fullest title of ownership on that monetary and not only so finance. But, it was not for to boast in vain. The fix was that the Greek girl came as fittest and slimmest to provoke Mike’s grandma by his mom Anastasia named Mary to say that such exhausted by stress and tire girl was not needed as a bride for Mick in her peasant mentality. Also, she said that Jennifer had to search for her own husbands because Mike was not created for marriage as a man even in the framework of a harem. She began to eat better and with a more natural diet.


Family council

To say that to 1917 AD, in the time of the Great Socialist Revolution, in the Jenisej Cossacks Regiments there were 30 percents of Italians from which 15 percents were Sicilians from war captives and immigrants decedents in the Jenisej Cossack Army name roll was to say enough about the presents of the Italy’s elements in Siberia, taking into account that only 1,5 percent from the army’s Cossacks’ list were Hebrews, and thus officially registered by the tsar regular government. During the Civil war the Jenisej Cossack Army kept neutrality and only the top elders peacefully immigrated to USA, and so only five people, the ataman of the Jenisej Cossack Army and his four ten thousands captains, due to they were occupied only in controlling of the production of 87 percents of the Russian Empire gold from mines on their territory being occupied only with this business and paying no regard to national Russian politics having their own regional ones. 10 percents of the Jenisej Army Cossacks were Armenians. That is why they just constantly asked for order and controlled the State security by the regional governor not allying with Lenin or Kolchak, being no Red Guards and no White guards, nicknamed Green Guards because they had the guerilla warfare accepting the Soviets Powers only on the threshold from 1931 to 1932 years of AD to support the politics of collectivism in agriculture being totally organized by the rural communities and common budgets without any private property. All their business belongs on the right of the total ownership to the Jenisej Cossack Army. That need nothing to add to explain that any kin and family were made by the Sicilian Mafia army principles but with more order and discipline before the highest Jenesej Cossack Army authorities of the ataman and ten thousands captains. That is why the custom was to add to the army service for the Russian State as the military training the participations as hirelings in the local world level military politics conflicts of the Soviet Union to get the trophies and soldier fees to by the status of a full rights Cossack for young sons of Jenisej Cossacks by investing spoils into the common enterprise of the Jenisej Army company, the Russian State made the special laws for Jenisej regional citizens, that is why Mike did not lose his fees of 500000000000$ in gold for the Chechen campaign where the federals hired him to organize the Chechen military resistance movement against central Moscow army. This way, the elders of his kin and family, where anyone had the secret arms and military democracy rules of morals where the opinion of a man was only supported by his ability to possess, carry and use weapons until he got old days wisdom of life, had a conference during the sauna party as always a place for making business and discuss politics if Mike was right in his deals with the Chechen. Dad Jack and Uncle Victor, the initiators and first days leaders of the rebellion of the Southern most respected Cossack tribes’ land lots of the Jenisej Cossack Army against the Moscow federal authorities in 1985 AD for to support their agricultural trade against the exploitation of the Soviet State with the hegemony of workers their rural labor to get the right to have the personal fees as partial businessmen in production of fruits and vegetables and wine even for six years old school children, before they got wounded in first punching conflicts with the representatives of Moscow authorities and Mike the Wonder Child had to get to that and think out the winning schemes of battling with the advices of his granddad Peter and Donald and other Cossack elders, they both said like Mike played tricks with his military status of a money payments warrior. But, cousin Vitally knew more of that not so much afraid to get a knowledge of truth about Mike. ‘I know what kind of relations Mike has with the federal army people. He kept fist to fist with them taking on himself any collective obligations and staying individual not betraying the Jenisej Cossack status. He said. ‘I have nothing general with Basaev, Dudaev and Maskhadov except what was agreed on case by case basis with both Muscovites and Chechens correspondingly between those two parties with his intermediation. And, the federal army secret reconnoiter services have no accusations against him because he killed only kamikazes who wanted a military suicide. So, he is on his own and Eltsin and Iandarbiev on their own. He consulted them as a independent lawyer but and only so and that’s not against the rules and notions. He said plainly, ‘I am by my own and Eltsin and Dudaev or Umarov by their own.’ It was a serious statement to take into consideration that Mike was on his probation term as a Cossack. But, he got only, ‘Let’s better talk about the soccer football and the games of “Spartak” soccer football club in European League of Champions.’ All Jenisej Cossacks were fans of only “Spartak” soccer football Moscow club because that was the only Russian soccer football club in the Soviet Superior League club that even in the times of the Soviet Union was financed by the private sources controlled by Russian prisoners Mafia.

Mafia

They took to Mafia only Sicilians, the descendents of the ancient Greeks, and thus part of Sicilian population, ancient trade Cosa Nostra. The Greeks came from Western-Southern Siberia and then came to the now Russian and Ukrainian shores of Black Sea as namely Greek representative of Christian national ethnic elements. The circle did close up taking into himself Sicilian. Still, the aquiline nose rare for pure Russians was not a complete proof Mike had Sicilian blood.
A Sicilian doctor had proposed him once to as though steal Benedicta for an act of love, she was the grant daughter of Bernardo Provenzano, and he said Mike had to pay for that with real payment for love – the suffering and anguish. The KGB officers also said that they would send the agents to surround and cordon off the Russian pedestrians on the place near restaurant, so, it would be a trial and his own business.
When Mike had an act of love with Benedicta, they said that only a Sicilian boy could be right in having done that. To that, Mike stated he was a Sicilian himself. They punched, kicked and belabored Mike for five hours but he still repeated and confirmed he was a Sicilian until the time the Sicilian doctor said it was enough and Mike truly was a Sicilian which needed to see in his practice of eugenics. Though, it did make a complete contract of kinsmenship with the Sicilian Mafia Boss Bernardo Provenzano, only a timely proof for leasing approval.

Instruction

How to live according to the law Mike was instructed in his childhood by many young women and their friends who read aloud the books for exam preparation to many educative institutes such as the advocacy bar, the communist party school, judges qualification and many other instances, he even opinioned his ideas and answered the question. I was from two years old to four years old mainly. So, he knew that it was necessary to live by instructions. That is why he led till “end” his mission of the nuclear war answer when the Russian apparatuses determined the beginning of the nuclear war according to the American military doctrine of the first strike. He had a private use modernized air-craft fighter with Merry Roger’s skull and bones instead of the signs of Russian military forces. USA government threw over the Atlantic ocean many military forces to the Europe and it was the origin of this mess because Russian authorities were not informed of that duly. He some independent warfare and was afraid his country was in nuclear ashes. He had the cocaine and heroine in his balloons on the jet and so might use it as a chemical gentle way weapon, but after he accordingly knew that Russia was not totally destroyed, though he saw no military support while he fought ardently, he just landed on some distant air-port and after a scrap with the American green berets, he wanted to use his sward as a samurai, because the instruction said that in such conditions the pilot should make a hara-kiri as recommended with its spirit of kamikaze and asked for a favor for somebody to cut off and away his head because he thought that he mother-fatherland was destroyed in the third world war. When they refused explaining it was all a kind of misunderstanding, Mike wanted to kill himself with his small samurai sward by turning it over and rolling the guts on it. The American authorities representatives ran on him to prevent that and Mike was ready for a bare-handed scrap when Mister President of Russia Boris Eltzin called by a mobile phone and said Mike should stop playing a fool and he had a serious talk with him. Mike watched some TV and now knew it was a false alarm. To compensate American US government he gave away to them his tons of cocaine and heroine, natural herbs’ milk powder and no chemistry fake. Thus, he was freed. Afterwards, the head of the General Headquarters of Russian Armed Forces, minister of military forces said that Mike was given a medal of the Hero of the Russian Federation and his jet, after an inspection of US military authorities and special apparatuses photographing to see the interior parts of the jet, became the flagman of Russian flak and air forces with his name “Zuzin”. The minister of military forces encouraged Mike and said he did right to execute the instruction and so led to naught the ideas of the first nuclear strike in the Western World, he deemed that this false gugga alert was a preparation as in the fable about a shepherd boy and a wolf. He said that with such pilots the repeating of the tragedy of the 22.06.1941 when Hitler Germany attacked Soviet Union in its blitzkrieg, was impossible and people should live by instructions. He said that the girls should make the necessary steps that there should be many such pilots. Maybe, it was because Mike loved many American women when the matter was solved. Again, at the provocative question of some journalist if Mike was a hero fighting for the Chechens, he said that according to the instruction of 1913 AD, affirmed by the Russian State parliament and since that time re-enforced many times even in New Democratic Russia, when the military forces attacked a nation and republic in the framework of Russian, Russian soldier or officer should come over to the rebels and organized the military resistance and personally participate in the warfare, especially from the beginning till present times it was important concerning Caucasus republics. So, the noblemen who fought for Lenin and Trotsky against the Russian King’s government who was in conspiracy with German government during First World War, were the heroes because they did not fight against their own nation, peasants and workers, but supported the opinion of the ordinary people and common sense was most objective and critical for any shenanigans between the royal families of Europe. So, Mike did not breach the law in these two cases. Only, the minister of the military forces, an old marshal, regretted that mostly the Federal Russian soldier came across to the side of the rebels only after they were taken captives and thus were just exchanged for cartridges and other military opposition. This pair of military exercises showed which might be the third world war and gave a lot of experience obliging Americans to prepare for invasions on Balkans, Iraq and Afghanistan to have their own schemes of tactics and some strategy supported by veterans.

Kernel

Mike looked all these TV programs about cloning and was amazed what a profanation of medicine it was. The fact was that DNA molecule was no more than the virus of hepatitis F as any educated doctor should know. So, what it was for? Of course, to cell the material from the dead bodies of embryos got from abortions or might be. So, what Mike did in telling out that secret: only to enhance such medicine one a massive buy retail basis. As for himself and his view on being born again in flesh and soul. He was no pederast in the passive living position in this world. So, he was to be born of himself along with all humans that had died before from his loins and spermatozoids the same. He himself had no DNA or rhesus or blood group because he had no viruses or bacteria in his blood and thus no antibodies. It might be called zero blood group. And, he knew now that the night nymphs were the men and women that had sex with him when he was asleep like it had been with the Biblical Lot. As for masturbation of his, of course, the human children were born of that because the spermatozoids survive in the aggressive medium of human blood seeking the resort in brains to produce sperm toxics, but first before giving birth they ate the viruses and bacteria. His spermatozoids penetrated by water to all bathes and showers to charge males for sex and women to get healed and pregnant. However, the other men also produced the spermatozoids to beget the human beings that were to die and be born again from Mike. So it was.



For the memory of Jury Gagarin and the sake of a girl Alina

Mike was the pioneer of the outer space as Jury Gagarin was the pioneer of the inner space. But, he did it not for becoming a national hero but for scientifically experimentally proof that the so-called black holes in the universe were not the dead super gravity stars but the gravitational and anti-electro-magnetic field whirlwinds in the space. He put the back currents to the wires and metal body of an American shuttle space craft he drove away for that case from the Cliff of Canaveral by his personal responsibility and jumped-flew through the black holes to prove that even so they were a closed down system of electro-magnetic celestial bodies to show that the universe still obeyed the law of fundamental mechanical physics and the stars would never disperse in the universe space but be forever just getting created by the gas dispersed by the shining of already existing stars. And, we know that even small kids were afraid by the cruel fairy tales that one day the stars might have dispersed totally in the broadening universe and our sun might have got into a black hole.
What he did that for? He did it for the sake of a girl Alina, the daughter of his KGB superintendent, to prove that the national security and intelligence office were much more serious that to be occupied solely by legal kidnappings and assassinations in the interests of the national law. Yes, her father wanted that Alina was fully in Mike’s personal possession like Julia, he remarked and gave example, but Mike said he felt it not to be right due to the man’s family had many long time generations outstanding debts which according to the Bible should be paid by Alina to the heirs of the people who saved the lives of her ancestors not once but for many times. So, he space jump was first for that goal. And, because all was fine it showed Alina was a very good girl and daughter of her father and mother.

Killing

A girl sat on the border of the street road, put her hands on her eyes and began to sob shaking with each weep. Mike went up to her and tried to calm her down.
‘My father wants to die of his tumor and cancer and I will be left without dowry and not able to marry successfully… I want to die!’ She lowered her head to her knees and tried not to breath any air, but, not able to inhale no air silently exhaled and wailed in a real hysterical bout. Her father sitting on the same asphalt road concrete border just few meters yonder paid no attention to this show of tragedy on the part of his nine years old daughter. Mike himself being about twelve years old and already counted by the local society as a serious person, approached the man and said, ‘I will arrange for a good business for you, only do live.’
‘The business is not enough for me. I want a noble death.’ The man calmly said but it might be discerned that he had some interest in the offer and was ready to bargain. ‘If I do not pay this debt from just getting to be a businessman, my daughter would be obliged to pay this debt herself, the only way for her would be to go to the sidewalk.’
‘I do not want to become a prostitute.’ The small girl said with some adult indignant tint. As in the presence of a reputable doctor, all people became calm and ready to let Mike solve the matter to devolve from drama to some more acceptable stuff.
‘She might just bear me a child to settle this debt. I am able to pay for your business from my own reserves. And, I do not want to cast any shadow on my future kid’s childbirth by your death. So, I maybe just shoot into your head into this very tumor for its further disposal by the labor of the surgeons. Maybe, that would help you to accept an operation on your brain. The girl says you do not want to make an operation on your brains because you are afraid of becoming a fool and encumbrance for your family, also the doctors do not promise good result, fear a death on the surgical board and even involuntarily consent to operate you. I shoot well and accurately. If I shoot with a gun at close into your tumor, then, the doctors would not be nervous about the outcome and operate you properly.’ Mike proposed.
‘You just shoot and it will be my own business if I die or survive. Only, it should be filmed by a video camera. I also want to become a star of show business. It would bring some money and respect into the cashier box of the local mob. It might be done in this very coffee-shop.’ The man pointed to the close by building with his eyes.
The girl wanted to weep and buried her head into her hands and knees, but she did not have enough artistic skills to produce more or less artificial but sincere fears after the tragedy was over and there was some light in the end of the tunnel…
After three years, Mike was invited for a meeting at the table of a coffee-shop in the hall of the bus station. One was an aged Georgian trader, the second a middle aged gangster. It sounded like their debtor did not pay his money due to them and they needed his death and were ready to pay two thousand dollars.
‘Why two thousand?’ Mike demanded.
‘First, you are a skillful killer and, second, he is not armed at all without any bodyguards and security, so, it would be an easy job for you… I hope you do not want twenty thousand dollars?’ The mobster inquired.
‘On the contrary, I wanted two hundred bucks as my fee and input the rest of my efforts into the common deal.’ Mike said.
‘I do not think we need a common deal with you. If you will not become a big official politic, all the same you will be a man with reputation… hardly, you would need any common deal. All deem you may make do in your life on your own and need no help. Moreover… all these links with KGB of yours, it’s impossible to sit on two chairs being put so distantly one of another… We know you are no sellable outfit but still we think a common deal is impossible… What we might have in common? Common budget, common women? I do not think that anybody would risk his health with your girls… and, more so, spoil your own game. If you think that only KGB is preoccupied with your personal matters with your sick girls, you are mistaken… We all want there should be found a way to struggle successfully with the infections… You bring a lot hope for us all and somewhat help us hope with these hysterics about prostitution. It’s unfair to blame only us for widespread dangerous infections because we help some girls to find a living while there is so much of ordinary fornication and adultery.’ He explained. ‘We know that maybe the price is low because we say about the last grace. The man is deadly sick and hardly would we find another shooter. They all our boys are ready to kill sound and sane people but when it comes to make euthanasia on a guy sick with some cancer, then they think it’s crazy not to just let him die in convulsions. This guy was once our friend and partner but now he says he does have nothing to lose. So, it’s a low price, especially if he survives and all is well afterwards because we need him to namely return his debt. And, we cannot find another shooter because only with age people become acquainted with notions and then fast become umpires and no shooters…’ the mobster had said before he was interrupted by the Georgian trader.
‘I think we said all.’ The Georgian pronounced and put on the table his own part of dollar cash in an envelope to add to the envelope that already lay on the table having been put on there by the middle aged mobster.
Still, Mike did not take this pair of covers with greenbacks. He just took a ten dollar bill. The banknotes were not of big value and the packs looked impressive. It was not because it had been made specially for the money to look more attractive and solid but because the trade of these two men was rather specific to deal with smaller bills. At that time, even banks in Russia could not boast of big new dollar bills like it would be after about ten years.
‘Such a small leverage.’ The middle aged mobster said.
‘I do want to make a kind of reserve like a squirrel in the forest, only the bear should not ravage it… with you like a bank.’ Mike said.
‘Whom do you mean by the bear, you owe some money to anybody and are afraid of him?’ The Georgian trader demanded.
‘I mean the devil himself by the bear. I mean my weaknesses and seductions that could ruin my young soul. I want this money to stay with you to be further used in the game of my life.’ Mike showed his personal philosophy.
‘Ok… anyway, we need cash more than our services which we may render more freely than give out cash.’ The mobster said…
The shooting was a technical matter. He along with a guy handling a video camera went into a kind of small restaurant during a party and make producing a gun out of his pocket shoot into the head of a man who sat in a front table toward the bar. The client fell off his chair on the floor. The music was loud but a pair of female squeals might be heard.
In the police office, Mike reported that he did his shot because it was a sort of self defense. He said that the debtor knew the wife of his creditor was in the natal hospital on the brinkmanship of losing her child in her womb because she was more than just nervous because her husband might lose his business and status in the society once the debt would not be paid. Along with that, the mother of creditor was in the ordinary hospital in a health condition close to an infarct because of the same. The debtor knew that he caused grave damage to the health of these people and Mike caused the damage to the debtor to stop his torture in respect of these women. By this, he restored the creditor’s reputation as a businessman and let a way to recover his money due to more of respects toward him on the part of the rest of business co-society. In early nineties, the repute was important for a businessman the same as for a gangster. He also mentioned that the daughter of this very debtor was also damaged by her father’s bad behavior and there were the talks that she might become addicted on drugs due to the social isolation from her circle of communication due to the other schoolchildren had an acute sense of equity. The police did leave him free. Further on, he used his fee along with other similar fees of his to pay the debt of a local district venereal sicknesses doctor to make him more attentive with his girls’ illnesses. The last said that he was ready to take this money because Mike killed only deadly sick ones being a sanitary controller of the social organism. As for the debtor, they said he was operated on and recovered after the surgery. Nobody talked of that matter much and about Mike’s involvement into it also. It was a kind of general omerta in the town. Mike had an aftertaste he was a showman which did bereave him of the feeling of personal importance.


HIV test paper

On a small shelf beneath a mirror in the house of Julia’s parents, there lay some papers of the blood tests her mother and her had gotten in the polyclinic. Mike took them and read. One of them showed that Julia’s HIV blood test was possibly positive. It would be better to say that it might be a HIV test paper.
‘Julia is HIV positive?’ Mike calmly asked of Natalie, her mom, with some concern and alert though.
‘HIV positive? Where is it written?’ Her mom turned her head a bit left and continued to wash dishes in the kitchen sink.
‘Here, on the paper of the blood test of Julia.’ Mike answered.
‘Show me.’ She asked for the sheet of paper with the relevant inscriptions to be passed over to her. Mike gave the small piece of paper to her. ‘Oh. That’s not HIV. It’s Wassermann’s reaction positive test.’ Still, there was a regular test paper on that sickness and why an isolated Wasserman’s test might have been required was a bit questionable. Still, Mike kept silence on that. In Russian, the word of the blood test description resembled much the word “HIV”…
Julia came to her parents flat that was downtown in difference from their cottage. She was well humored but tried to seem worried.
‘The mom rebuked and bawled at me for leaving blood tests papers on exposal… You deem I am HIV positive?’ She demanded.
‘That does not matter Julia. Now.’ Mike said and kissed and hugged her to invite for some sex…
After Julia was left by Mike, her mom was very angry with him because he catered much to her sexual wants.
‘They thought her virus mutated but they interrogated for her sexual relations and it showed she got infected several times and healed. She says it was with the girls, but what if with some men? You heal her but she played a fool girl. How you do only temper her?’ She showed her indignation.
Mike did not care much for that due he stopped for some time being Julia’s male. It did not worry him almost at all. Still, when he knew his blood test showed he was not HIV contagious he felt great relief.

Questions and prices

‘Mike, you are a berserk, but I want you should be a clerk. I do not want my grandson would be a writer and paid murderer… And, berserks should help Vikings. Isn’t it so?’ Ernst demanded as though he talked to a child… Simply, some people that are accustomed to high positions become sick, and especially their daughter, if they first were bosses and then became clerks. Can you help us with that and show you may be a good clerk?’
‘No problem, I never wanted any trumpets to blow.’ Mike answer.
‘That’s a deal.’ Ernst calmly agreed…
‘Do not worry, Mike, the girls will be sound ones, simply they would say they are sick.’ Samuel told in a fatherly inclination.
‘You laugh?’ Mike asked turning his head to him.
‘Yes, I laugh.’ Samuel consented. ‘And, you also should laugh at that taking the pills, smoking tobacco, drinking strong coffee and tea and what might be.’
‘A deal.’ Mike assented…
Then, Mike was obstinate for Ernst and Samuel to pay him for that portion of blood they took out of his vein. He said he needed the money to be paid to him for that due he had suffered and did suffer, and would suffer much for the high quality of this raw blood as a raw material for what they needed. To the question of Ernst addressed to an administrator of the biosphere reserve what the last would have asked for a syringe-full of blood, the man said that a pair of villas on some tropical islands would suit, but Mike was not up to any jokes.
‘How much money you need, Mike.’ The Ernst demanded at last from Mike.
‘I need seventy bucks.’ Mike said. ‘I know they pay money for blood.’
‘You are not mistaken, Mike? Seventy buck, not seventy thousands bucks?’ Ernst seriously asked.
‘Do not fool me with these thousands of yours. I get giddy at the thought of your thousands.’ Mike grimly said. ‘All, I need is seventy bucks, and the meals may be included into this sum. I mean what I ate with you in restaurants… I myself will not charge you with the price of interpreting because it was just a good language practice for me and maybe I must have paid, only I have no money and you knew that and thus I owe you nothing. But, you are in debt of some thirty bucks still.’ Mike said trying to made it understood he meant business.
‘Not, seventy thousands bucks. You do not use any hidden sense?’ Ernst endeavored to make it more precise.
Mike began to get angry.
‘Simply, my mom is going to say again that my English studies are all in vain and that it was her liaisons that I got a job with you and that I make a breach to her reputation again that I being crazy work with you all. So, I need these thirty bucks for her to know my suffering and sickness were not in vain and some needed that and paid the money.’ Mike explained.
‘Mike, we may give you seventy thousands bucks, only it will take a trip to Abakan and half a day.’ Ernst said.
‘Again, you want to let me under my mother’s bawling for I extort the money of somebody… I just need thirty bucks for her to shut up and let me study English and law more.’ Mike made his best to bring the guys to the point.
‘Ok, Mike you will have seventy bucks. The meals is our treat… We are friends, aren’t we? Do not worry we will pay you for you interpreter’s work only you do not say anybody about we took the blood from you… You was a good interpreter and really, we simply could not find another one and you suits us best. Simply, it will be for the translating. Ok?’ Ernst looked for some more comprehensible way to solve that monetary question.
‘Ok, that’s even better. Only, you say I was a good interpreter and not so much crazy to spoil your visit.’ Mike bargain.
‘You are not crazy, Mike, and a good interpreter.’ Ernst said while Samuel just looked after the situation the way it developed.
‘No more talks about that let’s forget it.’ Mike sternly said.
‘You may and should forget it but we will keep it in memory and decide our best what to make out of it.’ Ernst said to show there were no obstacles for all his plans.
‘I do not care.’ Mike just said to shift over to some other topics and crack jokes as was his usage…
After some time, when Mike sat in the are with Ernst and Samuel, the last said how Mike looked upon being a Swedish viscount on that he showed he was noble asking no money for his blood while no doubt he should understand it was going to help many people and save many lives not to say about financial spare on medical expenditures.
‘I would like for these Swedish girls of your to be Swedish viscountesses with all privileges and all like that. I will invent some technology and pay for that. Only, I would not accept any privileges.’ Mike said.
‘You say like Christ.’ Ernst said.
‘Do not sound the name of that man in my presence.’ Mike warned. ‘He made a lot of money on his blood which I will not do. Does it suit you an atheist viscount?’
‘Mike, why you do not accept the legal privileges?’ Ernst questioned.
‘You know, Ernst. When my father sees that I live somewhat better than him in his young days he began to drink like hell and I might not call it easy… And, besides he is a good boxer and might punch me.’ Mike explained.
‘We know about your father’s boxing you.’ Samuel said.
‘He never knocked me and tried my best to suit his requirements.’ Mike responded.
‘I bet he punched.’ Ernst said calmly as it was always with him.
‘Maybe, I do not remember nothing of the kind.’ Mike said.
‘You never thought of punching him in return?’ Ernst asked.
‘You joke? He gave me the life and he is good example of a son. His own father was crazy and a hooligan and chased his wife, my father’s mother with a charged shotgun but my dad never talked back, only the police killed the granddad John, he was my father’s stepfather… So, there cannot be even a hint at punching back. You speak about incredible things. I respect him much and am really proud of him, though he always punishes me for that with his womanizing and booze once I began to feel happy.’ Mike responded.
‘But, if he punched you very hard?’ Ernst asked.
‘He is no hooligan or family terrorist, a kitchen fighter as they say about those who beat their wives and children. I would just run away, but if I were real guilty I would not kick back and just stand him punching me. I worked much and have a firm skull.’ Mike said. ‘So, no privileges or anything that might make these Swedish girls unhappy or my mom is going to bawl my brains out.’ Mike said.
‘Ok, it will be the way you like it.’ Ernst said and asked something in Swedish from Samuel. The last expressed to the effect that it was possible to arrange for what Mike asked, it might be understood by the intonations of his phrases.
‘Ok, no more questions and talks about that. It’s a solved and closed up question.’ Ernst announced.

“Hidden treasures”

Some people from Russian Mafia asked from Mike for an assistance in getting to the timber business with a competition with the State. Mike made a scientific breakthrough on that. He found out that on the maps of the forestry State offices, there were the lots that had been chopped down from sixty and seventy to fifty and forty years ago to conserve a marketable high quality timber on these territories. He told about that to a local State forestry office department deputy director and advised to make the business as the sanitary cleaning to stay out of the reach of ecologists and conservatives of mushrooming, berries collecting and hunting trade. The man just took it for granted from Mike due to his co-relevant reputation.
Then, Mike found as though an occasional Russian Mafia man, a big man because in the same time he was a Chechen by his national origin and thus a high Mafias’ intermediator. The man checked Mike by speakeasy bullying and then asked if Mike could be allowed to have sex with the Chechen girls and women. To that, Mike said, ‘The case is not if I can have an allowance for that but if I am able to may do it physically and with high quality of service.’ Mike passed through that test.

Law

It was already after the rebellion of the local peasants for their rights against communist authorities, a successive one that made the powers pay for the compulsory farmers’ labor some very good money and especially for rural elders and managers. A Caucasus Georgia old man, the father of a business partner of Mike’s father, one of closest ones, said on the interview, ‘Your heart is free you may make your choice.’
‘My heart is not free, it lives by the law of jihad.’ My stated, he was six years old, but took part in the rebellion and better than a dog cub.
The old Georgian man was astonished, ‘I am not a Muslim but a Christian but I understand that. This boy is not truly a criminal.’ And, the man was a big boss in Georgia with so much of deals as to make it necessary for his son to live distantly in Siberia, and, it was necessary to say Georgian criminal authorities and the State bodies which controlled them were most powerful among those of the Soviet Unions Republics. ‘Vakhtang,’ he addressed his son, ‘Help that boy and you will get my house as an heir.’ The Georgian son of forty shook his father’ hand in a familiar manner…
Sometime later, Vakhtang had a common deal with a local pathological anatomy doctor some high level business and got into persuading Mike to marry the doctor’s daughter as one his harem concubines. First, Mike held out and withstood the pressure, but when Vakhtang said that he would need to find a good and obedient Georgian boy for that, Mike lost his timid approach and said, ‘Ok, I will marry her but you should be occupied with proposal of popping the question.’ Which made the passengers of the car in which the talk took place to laugh.’
‘Our Mike jokes that way. Do not pay attention to that.’ His father commented.

Loyalty

When the memory party took place on the ninth day from the death of Mike’s granduncle Dmitry the artist, the officers from police came to his widow’s flat and said that old Dmitry had done well in severely wounding eighteen policemen and getting eighteen bullets.
‘Yea, it was a complete victory… But, we are so feeble because we cannot get access to the neuroleptic psychiatric drugs as it was with your granduncle Dmitry, who as we all know drank a lot after the war and received this medicin… We might lose our jobs… But, he done well… Now, these policemen are just dainties, though all are in the hospital… especially afraid is that one whom he almost tore of his face… We know it was an order from the alcoholic society and no whip on his part, that is why we respect him… But, what’s with you? They say KGB bought you with your bowels.’ The police captain said. ‘Yea, we are not against the brining up those policemen who did beat in vain the week sick alcoholics… But, what’s with you?’
Police was Mike’s first love, so, he would never betray it.
‘What’s about our rights?’ the man in the blue uniform asked.
‘If these opprobrium wolves, these grey dogs had tried to breach the law on my overview, I would have taken measures for the law and for the police, I have the right come-out to the Political Bureau of the Soviet Union and serve the legally chosen by the nation government directly.’ Mike just remarked.
‘Yea… sure…’ the officer pronounced and bit a meat cutlet…
Mike was against any idea of forcing his girls for love, even in his own respect, so, he needed police…
When Mike got the idea of winning over Moscow, he just got there and first visited an elite whoremonger house. He spent over there all his money in pocket for harlots’ services. Then, they proposed him to become a security guard over there. He spent his salary on harlots and wives of businessmen who brought them there for sexual brining-ups. Then, he knew that Russian blatnoy Mafia and Federal Security Service had a truck full of US dollars as an outstanding payment debt to the Russian police. Mike heard that there were hesitation as to a possible embezzlement of this financial fund on the part of Mafia and intelligence office. So, he just came to the place where it did stand under custody and took it by force and delivered to the ministry of the interiors affair (the police ministry). As a premium he got six millions dollars in a suitcase with which he returned home. He explained to his mom that he did get all they had earned in their family in agricultural and other business as his part in cash. This financial fund of his own was spent by mamma and her girlfriends for the developing of childbirth business with Mike as a progenitor, in paying for already existing kids and others to be born.
‘I will forgive you somewhat much more in proficit owing you returned home as a good boy and did not leave us alone.’ The mamma promised.

Mister Gambino

The most important information Mike had on Mister Gambino, a New York Sicilian Mafia Boss, was that when this old respected man was a kid, a “consigliere” proposed him to play chess for some study in it, it were the first lessons of this game. The adviser proposed to the kid to play a gambit. The boy said that he wanted not to lose his friend a pawn even in so abstract situation and he would better strike the position of the opponent with a “gamba” in the relevant chess scheme. So, he said he would never start a Mafia by losing a friend first as a provocation for a war in a kind of frame-up. Maybe, because of that he confirmed his name Gambino.
The same as with the guys of Don Bananno Big Tonno, Mike tortured the soldiers of Mister Gambino for their inability to conserve the health of the daughter of the Mafia boss in perfect form. There was a positive effect as with the story of Don Bananno.
It was necessary to note that Don Bananno gave to Mike some links for the island Sicily Mafiosi. While Don Gambino gave Mike some clues for to get in touch with CIA people.


Kotchet cock

Mike’s dad Jack was a child that sought adventure. He in the age of some early when the Caribbean crisis took place, he was born in 1950, at the time of grip of Russia and USA, he was already an adolescent, he with an ordinary radio station to look for foreign governmental and big capital radio channels, not to forget about some small ones of such radio media, monitored the news from US, and as the dad, biological dad of his, knew some English, the mom chastised him to study this means of international communication. It was not prohibited and all such private factory made radio stations even had the buttons onto switch from London to Madrid, from Madrid to Paris, Donald, the progenitor of Jack was a go-looker for prostitutes and during the occupation of the Eastern Europe by Russia learned some talking skills, writing also, in speaking many foreign languages; that is why, Helen, Jack’s mom and Mike’s grandmother insisted on Jack should know much languages as his biological father Donald knew some and it had helped his success in front reconnoiter warfare where he got the office of a captain losing his money on women, so, Jack learned some other languages and had the chance to have a general view by harkening what was in the world during the Caribbean nuclear crisis. The John, the juridical father of Jack, brought home an old radio station for hunting and amateur radio liaisons. Jack came to the etherified with messages to the nations by private radio connection amateurs and by a hack-manner upon the programs of the best accredited channels in the world. They say the Russia did not know about the war maneuvers and first casualties but only US nation had so, but the media freedom was balanced by the rumors informing. The girls his age and not only, visited him and he bought their love by Cosmo-credits which was the Holy Spirit for the children to be born as from now right go-on for the process of pregnancy the same as in future business projects he had by communicating with foreign people with the principle of “let’s be friends, it’s better than to be enemies”. To be brave or “hrabry” which much resembled Hebrew in Russian, he drank much liquor and smoked tobacco and other grasses. Of course, the authorities also kept their hands on pulse and overheard all his messages. Finally, Jack was almost enough with it, and surrendered to the Ministry of the National Security as an enemy of the nation who had conspired with the enemy to be sent to the madhouse. His principle of friendship instead of war was based on mutual projects at the benefit of both nations and the whole world. But, the goods and services and money circulating in these projects were acceptable because he had sex with girls and women. Then, there was some amnesia and he was afraid of women at all having so much of gravitation blows on his soul. So, the oldwives had to organize the provocations under the fictive mark of violations and raping. Thus, knowing many languages and sciences he was provoked for many conflicts and sent to Vietnam to represent Soviet Union, but the main accusations were raping and violating. So, there was a custom to be before the ships started from Far East of Russia for the general to bawl the slogan, ‘We will be alive and will not die!” at which the marines had to crow as kotchet cocks because many had come to the war as one who, for example, raped a pair of women at one time or some female ordinary trinity (mathematical linguistic term).
Back to the times of the Caribbean crises, on the visit to the doctor he claimed he was a messenger of the Almighty, a prophet and superman. To which, the MGB officers put their hands on their heads and tried to persuade him he was just an ordinary boy, the same as all others. When he was in about sixty years old, he sometimes repeated on recalling these stories by others that he was just an ordinary one the same as others like boys will be boys.

Night visits

When Mike first got to the madhouse he thought it was some misunderstanding. The doctor asked him about what was the reason for his gunfire he had rendered in Abakan. But, it was not too preoccupying because he might tell nothing on that question. He recalled the matter only after a pair of years. So, he thought that it was no problem. He deemed that he would stop forbearing of sex and it would be an easy comeback out of that. The doctor also said it hardly was any problem.
‘I do not think we should make much alert of that. We will explain him what is what about sperm toxics and he should come back to the studies… Mike, why you do not find a girl? It might solve the matter.’ She proposed her view on that.
‘He has some girls.’ Mike’s mom that was also a participant of the talk, said on that. ‘Regularly. Even, some boys jump through.’
Mike knew that what his mom said was going to be the evidence (false one he thought), that was to bring in a harsh sentence on his fate.
‘Mom, what do you say? Whether you do not understand that’s a permit to a lot of trouble in these rooms?’ Mike rebuked.
‘He says that?’ The doctor asked of his mom.
‘No, I say that to you.’ The mom Anastasia said. ‘You may get access to his illness story. We do come through the superintending of the psychiatrist from the childhood.’ She told.
Then, the doctor said that all was serious with Mike and it was good that his uniting of a pair of his soul’s lives (the one hidden, the other usual) took place so early. She said that what she knew about that was that without such breaking of isolation between his two halves of mind he would be a pitiful sight in his old days, and also that according to the practice of the foreign psychiatrist they did provoke the stage Mike was now in.
‘You committed so many sins to the age of twenty. Some would commit this amount to the age of eighty maybe… I looked into your illness story and should say that for the first time I do have business with a man that has a black mark on his papers. Earlier, I only read about such ones in the medical literature. I led several deep blue marks, but now I see that’s different… All psychiatrists have a complex based on the fact that they rarely completely heal their patients, and ordinarily they represent little social value for other people. And, they do dream of a patient like you. I thank the providence I got you as my patient.’ She said and gave to Mike some medical consultations on his case.
Then, Mike recalled the scenes when they brought him some women when he was in the madhouse. Once, a male nurse told to a regular patient of that establishment that he saw enough of porno in the walls of it. To the question of the guy why the women did not moan during their intimacy with Mike, the male nurse just asked back whether the guy would moan if he felt good, not bad.
Again, after a day of good emotions Mike might not get asleep the ordinary way. He did not come into the world of dreams right away, but passed some time sleepless before a medical sister came to him.
“Will you go to the girls?’ She asked to propose a visit to the female patients department of the clinic for having sex with some women.
‘No, I will better sleep for some time.’ Mike said. He did not see his reaction to the offer as unusual.
He fell asleep but the medical sister came once more, ‘Will you come the girls today?’
‘I better sleep this night.’ Mike answered.
‘Ok, do sleep. You will come to them tomorrow.’ The woman spoke.
Most probably, Mike went to the girls the next day.
Along with that there were the talks from the male nurses that they brought him their feminine relatives for sex and grew up his children. Even more, there were constant hints for that practice from the male and female nurses of the female department of the madhouse. It was indirect hints but still hints.
Once, in his first days of the presence in the madhouse, he went for some medical tests and observations to the main hospital of the city and region. There was a pair of mentally sick girls from the clinic. They were pregnant and went for a natal observation to the hospital. At the question, if there were going to be some abortions, that a younger male nurse had put, the older one said that if it was from Mike all was going to be Ok and no artificial confinement as a method of abortion was presumed.
‘But, how they will see that by the ultrasonic observation?’ The younger man demanded.
‘Whether they will not see if the fetus does get a-rotting or not?’ The other man just said.
All that gave Mike an assurance that his visits to the madhouse were used as a way to collect the blood for vaccines and the sperm for the fertilization of women. He thought he should find a steady girl and even some girls to make these visits rarer or even make away with them completely at least for some time.



Natural

Mike was as close to the nature as possible. First, he lived sometime with wolves in the forest as a kid, secondly, he was a very communicative person to remit himself closer to wild monkeys. So, he tried to be the same as a he-deer, a very noble animal he had seen in his early childhood in taiga forest. He lost all his arrogance the same as complexes when he saw him stand up on a mountain, on a cliff. He was most natural (the he-deer). He did not want any property on certain deer and roes but on all the herd of deer. So, he would easily forgive any female deer to conserve his ownership on the herd as a whole, it meant a possible adultery of one of his females to get some new virgin roes. They said that the Messiah ought to be the same. And, Mike believed he was a messiah. Any faith and creed has the right to be respected, but nobody never rebuked Mike when he said he was a Messiah while Jesus was a Christ and they knew the difference of these missions.


Muses

Many youngsters claimed that the world was sold to the sin: corruption, no legality and abuse. But, Mike lived in quite another world. His scientific work on provocation of crime brought him five hundred thousand rubles first and then again five hundred thousand dollars. They knew in the intelligence office that there were two muses of Mike’s: Tina and an American female politician. They would have according to the law thirty percents of these sums – relevantly in rubles and dollars, but Mike was cleverer than to lose motivation so early in his life: he gave them both all the sums.

Precedent

They said that the Anglo-Saxon system of law respected much the representatives of the continental system of law, especially French ones, for their whole overview of the law in the framework of the codes and constitutions. Mike was a Russian educated lawyer but still he had to prove that the systematical knowledge of codes was somewhat better than the casuistic know-how of precedents and court decisions given the power of legal statutes. Such a chance came to him when an American woman applied to him with a divorce case. The problem was that the marriage contract left her without almost any money in the case of divorce when she had found a new love. Mike built his defendant position on the point that the absolute percentage title of property on the common wealth of the married couple for one of the parties, in our case it was the husband, and, with much of the restrictions of freedom of future choice in negative conditions created a legal institute very much resembling the slavery. While the whole bulk of relations between the husband and wife should be built as between free people on the terms of mutual services including marriage duty on economical basis. The family was a rich one but the services of the wife to her husband were reckoned according to the prices of best specialists who worked with wealthy clients because the husband always had a choice and was not forced to any deals. The judge when heard that the relations of marriage in the modern American system were based on the principle of property and absolute guarantees of an owner of a spouse while the freedom of independent agents with mutual services was almost absolutely dead with many hindrances from a future sexual freedom for the case of a bad turn in wedlock, did qualify it as a feudal rudiment of slave traffic and shifted the whole court action on the pricing of the small and big favors rendered by the wife to her husband taking into account that on the moment of the marriage contract conclusion the husband was rich and established in the society while his wife was a beginner on the trail of realizing her American dream. In this light, even the tensions between the spouses because of the problems of the husband’s psycho were considered as the special qualified work similar to that of a psychologist and booked in the main sheet of how much the spouse earned in her marital career. To boot, the wife was a good worker and built a brilliant career which did not seem now done at the expense of the social position of her husband. Now, all the peculiarities of the marital life of the couple did not look like washing dirty linen but as analyzing the story of a patient and a quasi-doctor. So, now, on the contrary, the wife got the better and weightier family assets and more of money while her husband was deemed to have paid for special services of espousing. The judge’s decision on the new view of the legal problem of divorce in the new light of more progressive legal institutes was affirmed by the Supreme Court and became a precedent while all were of an opinion that the divorce branch of court decisions will never be the same in USA.
In this entire picturesque story, not the last fiddle was played by the analogy of law comparing a woman with a bill of exchange. Owing to the institute of marriage in its present obsolete form, a woman might be resembling an unconditional means of payment for some services of her lovers and husbands by her kith and kin not even depending on the quality of these services and even without notice to them; absolute and unrestricted natural not monetary means of payment a woman in marriage became. It made the institute of feudal marriage looking much alike to prostitution with the violence of involvement into this whoremongers’ trade in the form of women’s discriminations and many barriers in the society to hinder women off being equal with men which really and indeed forced them to feudal sort of marriage with many obstacles from becoming truly financially independent in fact and act. A woman also resembled a bill of exchange which really made a quasi-prostitute of her because when she could not offer sex or good attitude to her chosen one, it was not considered her own problem or choice but the holder of this quasi-bill of exchange brought in the complaints to her former lovers and husbands, especially the first man as the issuer of this “bill of exchange” and to her steady ones as those who gave as though a guarantee for her behavior. The culture drove men to consider her unwelcome behavior with some faults of her previous sexual partners and the pretences were given namely to them as though the woman did not have a free will and her own choice. It was on the level of collective and individual back conscience and a matter of no doubt as a stereotype and a pattern of behavior as though made of concrete. Truly, the feudal marriage considered her not only as a slave but also a prostitute, to boot, unconditional, which violated her rights and personal dignity significantly while she had the right to vote for the president of the State and formally was equal to a man, for example, her husband.
However, the experienced lawyers argued skeptically that, notwithstanding the female client of Mike in this case studied the legal provisions Mike gave her, by heart; taping it on her portative recorder as an actress role, being a forger of her own fate in some part, the success of the deal was mainly due to the reputation of Mike as a person involved in this court action as a legal consultant as of a man who always paid women well and supported the principle of matriarchate in his personal life. Otherwise, they asserted, it would turn to be a sophisticated argument on the legal schemes without any change of the matters because the court system needed the real life ground level precedents of every day behavior as an example of what it should be like. So, Mike showed a double support to his client.

Roll-over money

Mike worked directly with the government in investing his intellectual property which gave the added value to his wealth in as much as the national economy revenue benefited of his inventions. So, he had all trusts with his inventions and the cash he got from servicing the governments against the extorters of governmental bodies when he got the sum in question in some military or criminal dispute. So, there were the special firms accredited with CIA and KGB which had the rights of ownership on the intellectual property which cost a lot of money while the public associated this riches with the managers of the trust funds while they were just hired workers. Still, it was not all, the national banks such as Federal Reserve System printed the money in the amount of his added value to the national property and put it on his bank account with the Fed reserve itself or central bank as was with Russian case. In addition, he got the obligations of government in stocks and bonds. All this was absolutely according to the law and an established practice though not touted much. The monetary theory of economics dictated to find the sources for printing of cash without the risks of inflation in the framework of the national revenue in the bulk. Mike’s inventions and the cash from his special missions invested into his government managed private firms along with the printed greenbacks gave the profit of twenty percent profit in ten years instead of any inflation. His wealth in cash was in the amount of seven hundred billions while three and a half trillions in governmental and banking stocks and bonds. The money was huge but there were no tensions as to was it proper or not because the money in its whole was spent on the vaccination and childbirth international program while Mike stood “hungry” for further success with his minimum social welfare because of his obligations not to cooperate with the State directly he had before the mob.
Also, it should be mentioned that Mike stood as a guarantee of quality of the goods and services of his businesses as a former sportsman in the spiritual sense. He was cleaning by sexual life and sublimation the negative energy to produce the due attractiveness to the products and favors accomplished by his companies, staying modest and having even noble titles without privileges. It was a spiritual processed he had built by Cabbala he studied from his early childhood when he lived in a female hostel on the campus of an agricultural college in his hometown Shushenskoe when he did not know how to read but lent his ears to the young women who were carried away by Cabbala in a romance for well proof tricks to be successful.
And, why Mike began to produce vaccines and take pills being absolutely healthy and sound as the medical specialists said? It was because for the psychiatric pills it was necessary to have a sound person to watch the pure effects of the pills to use this knowledge on really sick patients who otherwise would not be able to explain themselves and their feelings. For that purpose, Mike created the artificial mental conditions of his mind somewhat similar to the real mental sicknesses by self-hypnosis. He wanted to become then a diploma psychiatrist by remote study in some US university and practice in this branch of the medical science.
The government was scrupulous on giving full monetary value to these services to make the national economy growth completely official and registered. They priced his suffering to certain money as his mother was informed by a doctor on her visit to the crazy house when the specialist proved that Mike was sound, ‘They pay the money for rolling over the medical preparations. As well as I know he is also the guarantor of the positive effects of our pills and the producer of the raw products as the source material for these remedies. I know the concrete sum of his concrete: it’s one and half trillions dollar in cash and because he does not want to take this money from the game but leave it on the bank accounts of the USA Federal Reserve System, it will give another one and half trillions dollars on the second financial turnover.’
Mike invested this money in fighting the negative effects of the world financial crises because he owned the businesses and did not want to lose them. Though he took avail of the fall-down of the prices on stocks and securities in buying the property by his representatives by his percent fees in gold he had from storming the third military base that was intended for keeping the UNN gold for the case of a possible global catastrophe like nuclear war or falling of an asteroid on our planet. This mission was necessary because the military garrison on this fortress along with some illegal military organizations wanted to usurp the title of ownership on this gold and spend it for their own amusement. Mike had two percents of the gold which traveled on an automatic submarine lead by a navigation auto-pilot which used the ultra-sound in the radio-locators to guide itself and stored the gold in the Gulf of Mexico with US and those parts of Russia close to Japan. Russian had about thirty percents while the US seventy. So, Mike lost on the crises by his investments and thus not for keeps but with a profitable turn back but he was able to buy the additional property at a discount staying without guilt of being a speculator because he struggled with crises and supported the prices on the financial market.
Really, the way it was as large as life, the world financial crises was a psychological phenomena and to bring the public back to the good mood was a very complex problem. Still, money was not on the last least in that.


Official report

An American woman, a pop star of the world level and a good Hollywood actress so strong as to need no support of Oscars, was glad that Mike had acknowledged that her daughter was from him as a progenitor despite some paper registration on another man. She also insisted that Mike raped her along with the best pop music and Hollywood movies stars while Mike what had been agreed long before with namely her on one of her visits to Soviet Russia, but what was really that he sold for opt sexual love many of his own tickets to movies and music of the world level, those ones earned very hard for him.
Mike once met a girl who dreamed of becoming a middle hand actress in a provincial regional theater. He gave as an example one of Hollywood actresses, to which she said. ‘I also would be able to play a Red Hat Chaperone with such a guarantor as Mike. Which Mick granted to her.
So, Mike made no show business for any profits. These people were his clients as of an advocate and also medical services were needed and a program of recovering. So, he did what he did only to make a channel of support for these actors and singers for the negative emotions energy of their audience not to close up down them but to run on Mick himself. It was personal and no business in the ways of the legal juridical help. It is an official statement.

That is a real-real world

Michael reached for good all people who might be involved into discussing of the following question as to whether he should or not starve in his youth to prevent obesity as a result of taking psychiatric pills and eating a lot because of it. He also was afraid that he might have left bad genetics for his kids due to some fat on his belly. The genetic which could have been the cause of excessive weight. Still, when relating the story of this “adventure” of his, Mike should use a pseudo name of Herbert; otherwise, they said, the audience might not believe his story as a true one. So, Mike used the name of Herbert the same as he used the name of Jack for the similar purpose which was to stay off straining the point that the story was autobiographic. Though Mike had indirect clues that story really happened in his life. First, he had extern studies in the school and had enough time to travel to Cuba for to stay in Guantanamo prison for a fraud against US Navy for the benefit of Cuban government. All this for to stay in prison to starve because of a stipulation of the rules of this kind of punishment he would have been forced to a passive sexual act if he had eaten any food they gave to him. Mike left this nutrition untouched while the rats ate the stuff and he ate the fresh meat of the rats he managed to catch. Still, he starved much and lost much of mass so that he had to build his body again with an athletic program with steroids where he puffed down in his muscles and resumed his former shape of body but for stronger arms and legs with more of volume of his body. He saw once how it happened with a man, a businessman from Saint Petersburg, a former world champion in volleyball who had exercised bodybuilding with steroids but lost all of his new volume of muscles when he got into sauna under the eyes of Mike who had this charge of energy on his soul. Constantine, that was the name of the man, complained much but all was true: he would not die beautifully of too much of steroids and resumed his body shape which was basically founded on the memory of the muscles and brain to resume the previous condition of the body structure. As for Mike himself, he had strong memories as to this period of his life, ones like a cinema film which testified it was real because it was not viewed in the obscure type of the night and day dreams. His classmates spoke nothing of that, though they were intrigued up much with a bad promise to leave them in the very same grade for the next years if Mike would not come back properly of the experience. Only once a girl that was a love of Mike and a future psychologist by profession and education pronounced herself to the effect that Mike talked much of excess to the mighty ones of this world and it was his own, solely his own, fault. Then again, a teacher of geographies tried to ask him of the Caribbean adventure of Mike by a professional interest but the boy recalled nothing. All Mike knew about this affair in that period of his life it was that he lost about three months of his life in an amnesia blackout – first, it was the time before the New Year, then right away an end of March. He always dreamed of such a time travel and even wanted to wake one day as a man with a woman and job after some ten years of empty lapse of time. Now, he was intrigued much by such an experience and wanted to know in the future what was what with this term of his life. As for his mother, she insisted that Mike promised to take pills in the future when he would recall his stay in Guantanamo prison. She said the doctors promised hard time for Michael in the future. And when Mike came back to his home he heard the phrase of the day of “we left it the way it was during your presence home” for the textbooks and copybooks in his study room. Anyway, the idea that Mike might be in having come through that was a very resilient idea in his mind, especially after a tobacco smoke or tea cup to add to his remedies to produce the bliss of keif, the last meant the condition of the narcotic inebriation.
Once in the hospital, Mike heard of his doctor, a Jewess of about fifty, that she especially respected him for Guantanamo. ‘But, that’s unreal.’ Mike objected. ‘We cannot judge what is real and what is not. The unreal may be more influencing and harder than real… But, your story is a real one.’ So, Mike knew that his reminiscences might be true. First, he was very much intrigued by the idea that there might be something special like having sex with women of which he was in need to be established psychologically in society. But, afterwards, he just forgot about it. Only his granddad Peter recalled him once about that when he was a-dying with cancer. ‘I especially respected you after Guantanamo. I was four years in German slavery of captivity and I know what the hunger is what and alike to. I knew such boys in the captivity, they tried to keep on without food for better working conditions, but then there were no remedies like nowadays are and they just stayed skeletons or died… as he turned to be a skeleton he stayed a skeleton… I also recouped my forces very hard though I was a qualified worker and in a privilege… Yes, they say your sufferings is a fake but I had my wife sick with hepatitis and I know what it is like. They say it helps them your girls much. Only you do take your medicines. It’s no good for such a boy to stay crazy because you love your girls.’ So, Mike had his indirect clues that he was in Guantanamo to work out his soul for vaccines against dystrophy and obesity and the same immunity for his own body for the time of medical treatment with remedies that would bring about good appetite and a threat for excessive weight.
Still, as well as Mike remembered there was a compensation for illegal juridical treatment for his part and when he refused of it for the profit of the Cuban government he just told why he came through all this, ‘I am a yogi.’

The gods of War


It was already somewhat of a boredom because of all these talks about special operations and much like that in a conversation of Mike with Ernst and Samuel, a pair of CIA officers who wanted for Mike to stay the general property of the humankind.
‘Mike, why you always say you’re a Sicilian while you’re a Viking? Only a Viking may love the open warfare and the gods of War as you do. I mean open warfare, not secret Mafia schemes with their small armies and gentle behavior… A berserk Viking, but still a Viking.’ Ernst asked a question.
‘You said it yourself.’ Mike pronounced.
‘Yea, and I may say as much.’ Samuel added.

Truelty

Mike was on one of his trips as an interpreter for the trophy hunters businessmen for the Sayan-Shushensky biosphere reserve. He related about a girl in his law school who was the granddaughter of a White officer who had immigrated after the Great Socialist Revolution and the end of the Civil War on the territory of the Russian Empire to China first, then England, where he lived by teaching Russian and other related sciences in one of Foggy Albion’s universities. But, the proxy director responsible for trophy hunting overheard it as though Mike himself was a grandson of a White Guard officer, to which Mike had to notice that he was from peasantry, Cossacks and proletarians mainly while his grand-grand-grandfather Belsky, an officer had commanded the Red Guerillas on the territory of the Sayan-Altai region during Civil War.
‘So, I see you’re faithful and whom to resembling?’ The man encouraged. ‘You do not mix up too much with this girl of yours so far, at least until some time… They will take care of her… As for the girls, we will find you some.’
‘Why to find from beyond and far? Let’s you and me become relatives and you represent me to your own daughter… I want to pay my fees as a fine… According to the international conventions I have thirty percents of the profits from the projects where I participated as an interpreter… I see your ancestors also did not waste their time in vain during the revolution.’ Mike said to gently propose. ‘The Old Russian Orthodox acquaintances and such an office.’
‘Yea, somebody had to feed the army of your grand-grand-grandfather Belsky.’ The man noticed…
Once, they joked in Prague that Mike was a Pole, ‘I’m a Polack, you dirty rat… Polack… Where do you see a pole?’ Mike addressed a young man holding him by his collar and necktie…
When Lech Kachinsky did die in a air-craft crash, Mike first recalled the Jews killed by Polacks, their strange behavior during the beginning of the war in 1939 AD, but then understood that it was a secret war on two fronts and the tragedy of Katynj was a mutual agreement between Soviet and Hitler governments, no matter whom had killed them Polish officers personally: Hitler awaited for a blitzkrieg while Stalin awaited for a Scythian war of hoaxing the enemy on his own territory… Of course, first Mike showed his temper and said the it was God Himself who had had punished the Polish government for such a slander but then he looked on the calendar and saw that he had perished on the threshold of the day of flak military forces of Russia. Such coincidences did not take place just by the sake of them. They said Lech Kachinsky was deadly sick but still he died in proving his truth in the secret extra-sensorial abilities warfare where a superfluously high isolated tree and fog were the means of killing. It was his truth and he died for it. Maybe, it was not complete verity but truth, and he died as a national hero of Poland.


Vampire

Mike originated from a clan of hunters who had used the fresh blood of wild animals to support the immunity system, they had drunken this fresh blood. Mike himself began his career of a vampire with drinking a syringe-full of sick blood of this or that girl. He should have the inborn immunity against many sicknesses and infections because he never contracted any illness.
When he grew to be a youth he already was the progenitor for children and a producer of antibodies for vaccines, so nobody wanted to stay left without the hedge against the risks involved. There came a day when Mike had to prove his love to a poor country girl Elli and the test of his feelings was to drink a cocktail of the blood of sick people who had been infected with various contagious illnesses. The case came when there was an epidemic of some fever due to the village stood on a bog and the banks of a river with a lot of flies and mosquitoes, a medical worker, a woman, had to take the blood tests by syringes to the glass tubes.
‘I do not care for those who are chronic patients, I mean there blood tests, I may write anything myself in the papers as their results, so you may drink this mix of blood and it will not influence at all their healing process.’ The medical worker explained her acts.
So, Mike had a plastic bottle with a cut off top full of blood to drink. Up to that time, he already was a vampire and even bit some girls and boys. He guessed that his vampire pedigree was ancient ones because his ancestors came from Poland and Romania and were Jews who had lived by a practical alloy of Bible values and Cabbala. First, he bit the children in kindergarten and their parents showed the soft worry about that while the teachers and nurses said it was maybe a dog. But, it was just a formal thing because the children were delinquent in health and they got better and the parents wanted that they were alike to Mike in all and the point that Mike had sex with them was perhaps not enough and all looked like a process of healing. Thus, maybe because Mike already had a well trained immunity or the microbes were weak because of medical remedies treatment all turned to be ok and Mike contracted no illness; only, he had to come through a treatment with the psychiatric drugs which were a mix of cobra venom and other poisons with a bit of opium or a stuff like that owing he had much of sex with the local girls and his own girls visited him in his “thieves’ den” in village (he was again a bandit and in production of opium and heroin).
Next time Mike drank the blood in the crazy house when they brought him some more infected blood from the relevant hospital department. A medical aide woman approached him with the plastic bottle with a cut off top almost full of blood and proposed to drink as a volunteer due to Mike had expressed himself for that purpose beforehand. Mike drank that salty taste red liquid and again all was ok because Mike received strong medicines of psychiatry and they produced all what a snake or insect poison might do: spasms and uncomfortable state of mind; but, with the antidotes of tobacco and tea or coffee, it had a strong anti-infection effect and Mike came peacefully through that trial also. He suffered through the spasms and informational shock which produced the serum in his body when his blood curdled in his muscles in a process of making antibodies against HIV, hepatitis and syphilis and other infections. Such medicines were a tested means against strong infection, a natural from ages to ages used remedy against gross fevers attacking brain cells which could not be healed by ordinary antibiotics, due to any mad condition of mind was due to some brain damage and it was primarily from viruses. The wild animals in natural conditions also used these healing methods: they ate herbs and provoked insects and snakes to bite them behaving in a crazy mood and destroying the nests of wasps or bees, also irritating cobras and vipers with some saliva bubbles on their mouths, scum and even some blood sometimes because they chewed their tongues a little bit in their animal style delirium. So, that medical treatment promised one hundred percent healing effect while narcotic drugs as an also ingredient of these pills helped to come through the hard pressure of sin on the soul as these conditions and states of mind might be self-qualified by patients. That is why the authorities were not afraid to mix up with the vaccines from Mike’s blood and the sick girls were ready to have sex with Mike in certain knowledge that his blood tests would stay normal and negative for infections.

Woodoo witchcraft

Mike promised to CIA through Ernst, a CIA major from Sweden, that he was to use all his knowledge of woodoo and cabbala to reduce the suffering of the September 11th terrorist act. Of course, the passengers of Boeings that hit the twin tower were deadly sick because for a sound man or woman it would have been just attractions alike to those on Coney Island. All the fuel was in the wings of the airbuses, while the firm corpuses of the airplane hit the gypsum-carton and no burning corpses flew out of the windows. They just wanted to die the same as these Arabs that sold the secret of the ongoing attack to CIA as it was only natural with such a project. And, these people that jumped out of the windows of the World Trade Center from these stories that had no fire on them. They just wanted to die. Why? Because they knew they were going to be born somewhere else in the world as the human babies in flesh and soul, the way Mike promised to them about ten years beforehand. They were lucky not to get into the underground laboratories of CIA like those soldiers who had paid with suffering for these business personnel to live longer and richer in the terms of sexual relation. These soldiers? They had been paid beforehand and really sold trash in their own blood. Some women from the World Trade Center bore the children to these soldier, but without Mike their term of living hardly would have been more than three years. The same as with the false claims of Mike’s girls to bear the dead children, these women would have sacrificed their children’s health for some more of days to live.


P.S.

Of course, Mike was no Chechen rebel and any Al-Qaeda terrorist. He was a military field doctor. The best acknowledgement of that were the words of the civil husband of a girlfriend of Julia. The guy served in Chechnya as a military medical aid. He said that the Chechen also were humans and nobody had been killed in Chechnya and he had no scrupulous for the money he had gotten there due it had been for medicine. That is why they were going to order to Mike the Red Star military organization on the pretences it was illegal. It was done by CIA on behalf of Russia Federal Security Service. Simply, not all people had good enough health to stay a surgical operation under ordinary narcosis and adrenaline and dopamine were all Mike might use to heal the soldiers and officers from some States’ armies the way it had been with the Saint Michael order of knights when he had been thirteen.

I took the curses, so what?
I am on map a greasy dot.
I some remember, some forgot.
I was too clever, all I thought.
Bewailed I virgin of my wives
While did I save their lives.
In what believed I, what’s my credo?
To be a no-desperado.
What is my enemy, my foe?
It’s human distress, human woe.
I step on death, right on the toe.
I toiled land and did all hoe.
To save some deer and some doe.
You should wake up, the cock did crow.

* * *

My girls do worry every day.
I might have turned a gay.
For that they think of stories
Of their treason, such follies.
Also they make me jealous,
For them and me not t’ be in loss.
I always am as stronger as do suffer,
And they do produce the laughter,
Because all lorry and all truck
Does bring them happiness and luck.

* * *

What is illusion? What’s the truth?
And, I am husband whose?
Do all my girls keep faith,
Immaculate, t’ produce new race
Of those who are born again.
It seems to me I am insane.
Or whether they do just spare
Me, from such a scare
Of being responsible for all.
I feel like that, you lol.
So, I do think I have the chance
To dart into the beast my lance.
So, I need no more sweet soothing.
I know I should buy a ring
To each of those whom I love
For spirit mine to hove.

* * *

I live in uncertainty.
As to what I did.
Is there any liberty
And the division of wit?
Still, that brings in intrigue.
I do take that ripe fig
Of the knowledge of my life.
It’s when I am under kief.
Then, I am able to see the truth.
And, whether is there “rues”?
I want to live through the eternity
And to prove immortality finally.
For that I save sick girls.
The Devil renders tricks and hurls.
But still, I feel my girls a wet
To pay me the salvation debt.

* * *

I do not have a business.
I only have money less.
Due to my women whom I love.
Libido does effect, I drove
From the road of idleness.
In that, I was fearless.
So, if I earned something,
There was a night payment swing
From riches to poverty.
And hardly, it might be called bounty,
If I grouched, only for more
Of sex and love to fight it when it bore.
So, what I have to do?
To earn the money and to woo
My queens of beauty and charm.
For such a dream, there’s no alarm.

* * *

I cannot call you as a sly,
Provided you had high a fly
From distress to eternity.
And, I had for you to earn it.
I am no dollar or pound,
But spend I lot when look around.
I knew you would be faith and glory,
For that, I am no Wiggy but a Tori.
You feel so good to make me jealous.
But, I believe you no less.
I count you my wife, that pretty,
Before the God, all liberty.
They insist I should pay bill
Of yours, due you keep will
To be my woman and my lot.
For that I crouched and all fought.

* * *

I am all poems and rime.
It is my to the nature fine
T’ be paid for my women,
If you doubt, just film it.
I cannot say I love one best of all.
For me, each one is pretty doll.
That is my list and toll
To make them happy is my goal.
I love them much, I love them many.
A lot of beauty names t’ pronounce.
I want to sing, I want to dance,
Though there is a monetary fence
Between a look of eye and bed made love.
May now offer each a clove
Of garlic.
Keep up my sweet darling.

* * *

I like her sweet intrigue.
My love is tall and big.
I knew her many times.
I paid the dollars, not the dimes.
Her white cloth suspenders.
It does far hell, which renders
A one that is on this damned earth.
For her t’ be happy, take I curse.
But, she pretends I am newcomer.
That makes me jealous and her warmer.
My love for her is so deep:
Sometimes, I did just weep.
No matter if she’s married by the law.
The God is a big boss and no tumor.
He will judge on that,
Sentence on this “tit for tat”.

* * *

I consecrated her the verses.
And, want to take more curses.
She is a Gypsy princess.
And whether I do seek for rest?
No. She is my dame of heart,
Which pierced was by dart
Of anguish and pain
For you t’ produce a Holy rain.
I am your soldier –
You are my general.
And, there’ll be no merger,
But, a downpay for all.
I know I am in the profit.
The price of ‘probrium’s fit
To the beauty of your face
And slenderness of body.
You were a special case
That had a lot of lobby.

* * *

My Donna Italica, what I’m for?
To what you more and more?
To consecrate for you my efforts.
To demolish strongest forts.
Those of curse and sickness.
For that I am restless and fearless.
I earn the earnest legal money
That would bring only honey
And no bitterness of repentance
From long ago in my life and hence on.
I recall you always daily.
You will have business and all.
My part is dirty stuff and gall.
I ‘so think you are my bride.
So, I offer you a free ride.

* * *

My Julia, you are mine?
That is the question why.
Why I pay your bills.
And, to be deceived, it feels.
You said you cheated, it was hard.
Like eating old bore lard.
I still believe you did not cuckold.
Such one is unique in the world.
Not in the meaning of faithfulness,
But, in the meaning of usefulness.
Our relations were so intensive.
On Devil’s power strong offensive.
I love you much but not the best.
I have more brides in the West,
That I love also the same.
Your lie made suffer but not maim.

* * *

Hello, my sweet younger sister.
You are all honey ‘th bitter
To have a curing effect,
The horn ‘f my house to erect.
They say nobody wants you.
But, I met such ones few.
So, I will be devotee of yours.
There’s no one the same, the girls.
In verse, compared you with gazelle.
But, you are a fox of fairytale.
You make me jealous, make me strong.
Though, you do bind my tongue.
I do not know what to say.
T’ express my feeling and my may.
I better keep mum to the time
When you’ll be dainty, you be mine.

* * *

I realize my life is ordinary.
Rather to say that.
My moves are elementary.
Anticipate I what?
Which way does it mean: virtual?
Imaginary or actual?
Or, both sense at a time?
To make a queer wine.
I somehow take off the burden.
Like an Atlant, feel easier.
I hope I did not murder,
Notwithstanding my visual.
I feel like being happy
Because my laden shoulders are free.
I am alike to a puppy
That marks his first tree.

* * *

My fever mind took you for a concubine
While you are dame of heart mine.
I accept you as an equal now.
Or, even as more noble, that’s a vow.
Still, I do endeavor for some money
To make you a maid-servant with a tummy,
To be the part of my harem,
To be added to all them
That did use me as an insurer against crisis.
And, I accepted no property but lease.
However, all that is just a game
With much intrigue and less of pain.
My idea fix is no more an axiom.
It’s more of a life goal to go on.
So, what I should ask you?
I should foot your bills, not few.

* * *

A little girl comes over a field.
Am I an angel or a fiend?
Should I do blasphemy in cheat?
For her t’ presume a foreign heat?
Or, I have to be truthful?
Stop playing an offended fool?
Was there any room for cuckold?
Except the lie was told?
I do believe she was all crystal.
To match her in this everyday freestyle.



Margaret

The same, Margaret.
She made me fret.
I feeling am a sinful rat.
That is a cobbler and all brat.
I never let no sheet among the wheat.
As rat, I like too much her wit.
I gently slow down on the curve.
Her will obey I and to serve.


The sound of the night is love.
A ring is left to a child.
A flower shines even in the night.
The money services in the night.
The word said to the church during a night will stay forever.
The prophet’s word watches.
The blood finds the love of the Lord through the work.
The soul finds the love of the Lord through the labor.
The night has the night for the fantasy.
The order is the question of order.
The questions offend the Lord God.
The questions of obedience offend the obedience itself.
The west is the night: the green grass, violet night.

* * *

A young man’s heart is longing for the love of virgin,
But what he gets is body of a harlot,
Her beauty compensates for lack of honor.
Which thing a young man’s heart is looking for?
The pure source of love he seeks to quench the thirst of soul.
Alike to puppy he is tasting bits of food he finds on his way,
And some of them are not for belly to make it fed,
But just to vomit out because the poison is name of some of them,
And if he cannot vomit the venom he’s sick or even dies.
He does not know yet what’s fit for food,
And his mistakes are way to knowledge.
A harlot full of charm is like a coral fish that is in colors and swift, and slender, even seems a gracious thing,
But she is not to eat, in that the poison is in her body.
The heart and reason are striving for the way to pure source of pleasure, defiled not by the presence of another man. But, if the fortune is not on your side, and purse is empty, or just enough to feed you through,
All your attempts are doomed to ruin.
The heart of youth is longing for the love of maiden,
His eyes are full of hope and of self-esteem.
But real beauty costs very much.
And, other man that is more fortunate takes her for a bedmate.
And they play with one another in the mirth and pleasure day and night.
The lot that’s left to you is that to weep and mourn your ruined love.
The soul full of vengeance and jealousy devices plans of triumph and revenge,
But deep in heart you know that’s all over,
And what you wait for is her body, defiled by presence of another man.
Why had he better chance with her? He’s rich. But you are poor.
With humble heart and tears in your eyes you look at her,
But have not courage to approach and reveal the deepest of your heart.
But, eyes of man, whose heart is pierced with pain of love and bitterness of not respected want of child, who he’s indeed, can they hide the truth?
You bet that not.
What is your lot? To work and wait till one of them is disappointed of their hasty bargain.
You work to grow strong and rich, insult is driving you.
But, now what can you offer her? The honest heart?
She’d laugh at such an offer.
She’s ready for amusement the money could afford, and easiness of life.
She does not want to be the watchman of a man that toils for the future profits of his own labor.
She wants to dance and sing, and otherwise to yield herself to pleasure.
You look at lovers kissing in a car that’s good to sight, the pledge of their future happy fare.
Your eyes are full of tears, you weep.
She knows that she may be cheated, but she’s ready for it,
Her beauty seems to her to be the sure thing against an evil day.
Your heart is full of vain designs of vengeance,
But anyway she knows you are hers, kept for a rainy day, a second choice.
You’re like to a fish that has two ways: to end in basket or to leave its guts on hook and die.
She waits for you to grow richer, and maybe wants to render herself to your hands.
Her first man is not good enough to make her life a pleasure it now seems to her,
In that he wasted life spring time on mistress of his heart and no wealthy harvest is waiting for him now.
* * *

What should I do with these thoughts of mine?
Whether to drown them in the wine?
Or, with the smoke of ganja to put them on the wind,
For them to ramble in the ether field?

Enigma

She’s tawny by the name and color of the hair.
To call her dearest, it should be fair.
Thus her second name’s translated.
How and which way can I be related,
To her beauty and charm?
Her picture is warm.
She did position herself as a wife.
May get I with her husband to a strife?
How should I worship her? As dame of heart?
She is no dainty and no tart.
Could think I of the fall and autumn?
When see I her recall I august often,
Instead of wither and the frost.
I feel the goodness. What is most?
The most of what I might do.
To see her by and not to woo.
She is enigma with a very complex code.
Which way is my go or road?
The secret code is that of the honor code.
To have a doubt, do I don’t?
She’s sacred in my view of her stile.
What might I offer her? Eternity or an awhile?
I am her friend. Is there any Rubicon to cross?
Is there any means to take and carry her hard cross?
I am in loss. Instead of some cool wine I have a roast.

Vista

I saw her in a vista of my letters roll.
There was an innocent mischief and ‘most no goal.
There was a question if I’d marry some good woman.
To love a woman and to contemplate her is all doom.
So, was that momentary relationship occasional?
What have I do and think with all?
I promised her a verse of honor.
Who is her? Future, time or former?

She asked me to tie her up

The girl is brave in her demand,
Naivety does win,
Her courage does defend her land,
I hope she’ll let in.

She may propose you a cruise,
Her kingdom will you meet,
She’ll show you a little bruise,
And, let you rub her feet.

You’ll feel a knight and maybe more,
The dragon shall be beat,
You’ll know what your life is for
And dream to do a feat.

She’ll be a source of sunny shine,
You’ll buy her some ice-cream.
She’ll ask you call her “little mine”.
Your arms will save her scream.

You will forget about your sobs,
And, march the way t’ her flat;
Her uncle sent her yellow socks,
The picture shows her dad.

The old grandma slyly smiles,
And jokes very mean,
Or rather she is funny well,
So stupid you do seem.

You’ll kiss her lips
And pinch her nose
To show you’re all bibs,
She’ll chase her off
And call you “goat”,
She’ll hold her hands at hips.

The evening bed will show your dreams,
She’s hardly to forget,
You know your luck,
You fled so fast,
So far before sunset.

Hangover does suck your heart,
Some hindrance in your chest,
You were afraid, you knew you’d run,
But you were her first guest.

The next day you will come t’ her flat
And say all serious you are,
The granddad grouches and curses,
No more is left to mar.

Her dad and uncle do crack jokes
And pay you no respect,
The girl is proud and bit angry:
“A coward”, she does suspect.

You clean your throat,
Do say, “Marry… I mean her marry, man.”
Your ears do sound “goats, goats”,
No noise, only a fan.

Then, her sweet dad
Will say you, “Darling,
What will you feed her by?”
You heard a sigh or maybe joke:
“Some candy or some rye”.

Still, you are brave and list your riches,
Lay down your trump cards,
The ol’ grandma’s
“little bitches” do sound
Like “fucked hard”.

The sentence is there’s no more choice,
But leave the girl in shame,
“No one will marry her dishonored”
Is answered to your claim.

You try to quit the battlefield
And cross your rubicon,
But suddenly do weep your tears
And sit the doorstep on.

You cry that you did make an oath,
But could not help your wish,
The air does sound “goats, goats”,
Some women whisper, “Hist”.
You flow your tears, shudder sobbing,
“How will I feed my girls?”
The granddad’s temper’s no longer:
He puts a stool by hurls.

All night you thought
Of your hard project
To help the girl you loved;
The Angel-Death
That tried to come in
Was struggled with and shoved.

There was a scandal
And some voice
Did say,
“Your dream was won”.
For your sweet girl
You got invoice –
The bitterness was gone.

There were some kisses,
Hugs and passion –
You met her in the pub;
The love did have a luscious session,
She asked me to tie her up.


* * *


What did you right?
What did you wrong?
This very night
Whom you do belong?

The fun is cute,
The time is less,
Addresses you
Your DJ Death.

The sky is blue,
The wall is white,
They say you loved,
They say you might.

CD does play,
CD will die,
Another truth,
Another lie.

Your life was good?
You’re in a mess?
Does question you
Your DJ Death.

A cup of corn,
A smoke of gas.
You pay your debt
To DJ Death.

Forget your dreams,
Forget your lass,
The club is visited
By DJ Death.

The money’s helpless,
No deal your ass.
It’s hard to bargain
With DJ Death.

What is the ransom?
What the beau has?
To pay off anger
Of DJ Death?

You may go crazy,
You may go west,
To please the pimp,
Your DJ Death.

You love a girl?
You do your best.
Just pay the music
Of DJ Death.

No need for property,
No need for wealth,
The hell day suffering,
Or your life and health.

If you try to shirk
Your duty of sex,
There’s no doubt,
You’ll not wax the lex.

Whether may go bankrupt
Your DJ Death?
Drive away this idea
Your veriest fast.

Think of being a loser?
Think of being a guest?
Postpone the visit
Of DJ Death.

A hand holds a hand,
A foot rubs a leg.
A flower in the lapel,
A lipstick in a bag.


* * *

Dream a dream,
Dream a day,
Dream the future,
Dream a hey.

Dream a house,
Dream a hello,
Dream a dinner,
For your daughter a doll.

Dream a city,
Dream a night,
A girl on a picture,
Street evening light.

Dream a job,
Dream a frock,
Dream a colleague,
A chicken for a cock.

Dream a party,
Candy a ton,
And, one more point:
Don’t forget your mom.

Dream a stroll,
A bench in a park,
A date in a restaurant,
For a dog a bark.

Dream a battle,
Dream a win,
A medal on your jacket,
Waltz dance spin.

Dream a river,
A picnic dish,
Sand in your sandals,
A worm for a fish.

Dream an ocean,
A breeze on your chest,
Some clouds on the horizon,
For your home a guest.

Dream a party,
Candy a ton,
And, one more point:
Don’t forget your mom.

Dream a mistress,
Dream a love,
A pot for a flower,
She-pigeon for a dove.

Dream a gospel,
Dream a nun.
A breach for an oath,
For a secret a mum.

Dream a company,
Dream a bank,
A balanced account,
A foolproof tank.

Dream a president,
An election campaign,
Good government policy,
And, a bit of champagne.

Dream some cash,
Dream some “say”.
A baby for a lady,
And, a bit of “may”.

Dream a party,
Candy a ton,
And, one more point,
Don’t forget your mom.


Whether it was the time to go to Texas, to really become a “one of us”?

A mustang is always a stallion.
A wolf is always a fight dog.
What is my fortune?
What to put down the log?

What’s up?
What’s down?
There is?
In my hometown?
All bless and no curses -
For you to know: we are Rosses!

I wonder if she accepted me.
I try to see what is my fee
For the teachings of cherish:
Do live my dream and do not perish!

My grapes are sour?
Or, I share the skin of a not murdered bear?
I hope I’m in power and all is fair.

I’ve got an upper hand?
Or, upper down?
Or, inside out?
What’s I’m about?

I’m a swine?
Or, I am a pig?
I’m a boar?
Or, I’m a cub?
I’m with best intentions.
What’s up?

Sooner, sooner…
Later, later…
The devil, whom to do you cater?

Mud, dirt, corruption…
There should be interruption
For your claims of illusionary,
Yuppygsters’ visionary…

What’s up in this Siberian pub?
What’s wrong in this Russian restaurant?
All is fine and all is whether –
I put on head one Indian feather.

What is my verse for today?
Some parable and say.
What have I t’ do?
To court and to woo.

Full or empty?
Heads or tails?
Half filled or half empty?
Please do ask from Bear Teddy.

Where you are, my wife?
I make into the hell a dive,
But what do you do?
You sell your body to strange “woo”?
Or else, you’re really in love,
But not with me.
Should I resign to “so”?
Are you restrained or free,
By the law of marriage before the God?
What do I do, feel what?
I hope you’ll be mine and “own”:
To consume your beauty and youth
Until I tore my rotten tooth
In the days of oldness.
You should be Mistress not a “miss”.
To that I send my farewell-
I have more t’ listen than to tell.

* * *

How do you do, the blond?
Of you I am temperless and fond.
I feel all sorry but all happy.
When will take place my bounty
Of love and mix of flesh?
I am entangled to your mesh.
You are all beauty, charmful slender.
A debt of reverence I render.

* * *

Sublimity

I pay to her my reverences,
But do slow down – no fences
To be established ‘th other women
That chose to be mine but feminine,
To be all free and independent,
For me to an adventure to be sent,
The one that has to make me handle sward
T’ become an earl, t’ become a lord,
To be a merchant though –
Not very high, not very low,
T’ afford her dignity and beauty.
She is a sweet, a dainty.
Does she deserve a monument?
Her looks t’ eternity t’ be lent.

* * *

A curse, a course – but what is worse?
My girls do shine of bless all forth.
They were just blessed from childbirth.
Because our love was their worth.
They encouraged me much and made brave-
I did not spend but save, all save,
To buy one day their services
Of geishas ‘th no vices.
I love them much and it’s sweet honey:
They put my spirit “runny”.

* * *

My beauty lives in Italy.
I hope our love is mutually.
Address I often Holy Ghost
For our chances to be most.
I like her charm and warmness.
Without her, I’m homeless
In this all cruel world.
My ship does come off fiord
To the tempest of affairs
Which will I do all fairs.
I send my greetings by the verse
To wash a curse, to build a hearth.

* * *

The law of life is “suffering for bless”:
The happiness and bliss – a fest.
With girls, it means “sex domination”.
The money for flesh love without any donation.
I would be glad to give the gifts for fun,
I would a too easy run.
But, sex is a way to wash of curse:
The adult movies need rehearsal.
So, I’m lucky to be “maly man”-
In words of sex and farewell.
Again, a manly man in terms of war
To not retreat and move all for
To the time when I will have a harem.
The question is not where but when.
To be in luck of gentle fuck.
Some should be full of spiritual muck
To grow flowers on gummous,
To give to girls a better stimulus.

* * *

My feelings all sublime.
I vapor out the steam.
I love my girls without hate.
To meet them will be never late.
I’ll be a collector of beauty.
I will be hazardous and lootly.
I will love them with all my heart.
My harem will be a mart
Where I’ll bag the bliss for bless.
All more forever - never less.
Their bodies are sacred vessels.
All in all, I wear trousers.
They will be dainties, fun and profit.
In terms of children with a fit
Of needs for parental love and care.
It will be a smooth fare
To the promised land of happiness.
Again, the law: the bliss for bless.

* * *

Forced love

I was forced to love by fear and terror.
I thought it was some mistake, an error.
But still, I was to suffer and go through pain.
It seemed all was alas – in vain,
Because my girls betrayed me ‘th others.
What was my fate, my “rathers”?
It was t’ accept the way it was,
To take poppy ‘stead of rose,
To be anointed not only with oil but dirt.
Of these thought what might me avert?
The theory of consumption was my savior;
T’ assume the role of client with a flavor
Of being a husband and master,
As among the chickens a rooster.
Still, I am glad I have the possession
According to the ancient fashion.

* * *

The girls do grow as mushrooms in forest.
They ripen as their flowers of virginity.
To be the first you must be best.
To be all serious without vanity prime.
You may take their honors in the streets.
Of course, t’ exchange the wits for wheat.
You can meet them in a bar
Which’s next t’ home, not far.
There may be romantics of first sex.
But, you’d be clever, all dexter.
Their bridegrooms should accept your priority.
You are a minority, they – majority.
Your wife may find some young beauty
To come all feathers with a booty.
But, you must be tender and caring,
Not to spoil your welfaring.

* * *

The beauty does produce abuse.
The witch replaces the muse.
But, sex is a way to give up.
So, you should be humble if to fuck.
You should come through opprobrium,
To earn the blessed money ‘nd fun.
The law of hardship is all due,
If we should say about “woo” without “rue”.
So, hardly there shall be a success
Without works of spirit t’ bless
The flesh of your female lovers.
The women hardly accept flowers
If those are not the symbol of anguish.
You may grant money or catch fish.
But, should you know: sex is to launder
The money and goods – no wonder.

* * *

The life is a cruel experience.
Equitability is expediency.
If you succeed they say the God is with you.
If you recede the black cat does miaow.
With women, only money counts,
You earn and fuck in bouts.
But, it’s all good because it gives the hope
That you earn dollar with no “nope”.
The choice of love might have been wrong.
The preference of finance – that’s what’s about song.
Economics of sex does give us law
That when you work the sex is more.
But, only suffering is accepted,
It make romantics jurisprudence sacred.
Females do abide by the rule of monetary principle.
You should be strong and no whimsical.

Hello, folks. I would like to relate you an anecdote (a laugh story). It is as follows:
An elephant meets another elephant and demands, 'Could you render me a friendly service and poke your trunk into my ass to air-compression-breathe-through to scavenge?' The other elephant answers, 'But you do entrust and register me as a technical service station.'

Greetings, ladies and gentlemen. I dare it appropriate to tell you a parable:
An ape meets another ape. The first is a circus one, the other just an ape. The second demands the first one, 'Whom are you working for?'. The first one answers, 'I work for Tony the animal-trainer.' The second one says, 'You better work for Jack the diver, he is more imposing and bigger.' Simply, the first monkey worked on and for Mafia while the second monkey was without notions.

That's a completely serious story:
A Frenchman meets a Swiss and says, 'I fight for honor but what you fight for?' The Switzerland man answers, 'I fight for money.' To that, the Frenchman asks, 'Might you give me a quick appraisal of the financial value of your money?'

A bit of people's wisdom:
An aristo meets another aristo. The first one proposes, 'Let's sell the wine.' The second one was a bit of a lawyer and remarks, 'We sell the wine but we do not sell our sense of honor and renown.' 'Yes, we just sell the wine.' 'Ok, we sell the wine.'

A solicitor came to a State official and demands, 'Do you take bribes?' The officer answers, 'Yes, but not today.'

Adam comes to the Devil Serpent that hangs upon the tree of the knowledge of the good and evil. 'Do you want some wisdom?' the Satan asks to propose. 'You better say me right how to cheat the God.' Indignantly the first man demands.

A guy meets another guy and asks, 'So, you have a gun?' 'Yes, I have a gun.' 'But, all have a gun: police have guns, CIA have guns.' 'So, I do not have any gun?' 'No, we don't have any gun.'

A dog encounters a cat and inquires, 'Do you work or hire?' 'I just take it easy.'

A pair of guys met on an appointment. 'So, we got an order from CIA?' 'Yes, we got an order from CIA, but first we proposed.' 'So, we divide it by halves?' 'Yes, we divide it by halves but your half is five percents.'

A guy meets a royal penguin and asks, 'Thus, you come to a ball... like a tail-coat?' 'I would come to a ball you called our egg, but it's now my wife's shift.'

‘Will you collect the beans?’ ‘I would but they are too many.’

‘So, you work for our Don?’ ‘Who doesn’t work for our Don?’ ‘I know some guys.’ ‘I do not know them.’

‘So, you start a business? Who invests? You invest, they invest?’ ‘Let’s leave it the way it is, only we do not apply to a lawyer.’

‘Will you vote for the president?’ ‘I do not mix with politics.’ ‘But, you should.’ ‘Only you pay for the matter any way it turns out.’

‘So, you need an advocate?’ ‘It’s like I may do it by myself.’ ‘I knew you were a Catholic.’

‘You are a lawyer and parasite on the sins of the humankind!’ ‘I may complain to my Godfather and even the bishop, the matter may come as high as to the Pope. They know better of that.’

'Do you pay indulgence money?' 'Yes, I am not too strong in theology.'

'So, they did torture you?' 'Psh-sh-sh... I do not mistake the hell of selling Omerta for the paradise of advertisement.'

‘So, you robbed a bank?’ ‘Yes, I robbed a bank.’ ‘Did you have a deposit account over there?’ ‘Yes, but let’s not mix with how much I owe to those I do not want to say a hello to even.’ ‘But, you took more?’ ‘Boss, a casino is a casino, whether you did not watch all those horrors about the global financial crisis?’

'You might buy a car.' 'I may hijack it.' 'Only you do that on the federal road that I knew I have to bring the graft to FBI, instead of rolling over all these local police departments.'

‘They say you know the secret of the nuclear bomb?’ ‘Piano, piano… I do not sell too much for too many.’

‘I knew old Fillignio.’ ‘Yes, I also knew old Fillignio.’ ‘My son even does not know the story of now old Filligno.’ ‘You want to tell him that horror stuff to somehow bring up?’

‘Jane was a hooker.’ ‘Yes, little Jane was a hooker.’ ‘But, they asked from that guy for her as for some honorable lady.’ ‘Yes, they had knives.’ ‘But, have you ever heard from that lucky fellow that first invested into Jane?’

‘The bishop says like we sin too much.’ ‘Have you proposed the money for some knew good beautiful things for the church?’ ‘Yep, but he said it was almost a mortal sin.’ ‘I said to you I always regretted I had not been born a Jew! The rabbis are not so expensive. Damn it.’

‘Jack, they say you are lucky. Like you did a lot of stuff to bring about the trouble… but you got well.’ ‘I already read the Bible for three times: in English, in Italian, even in French… How else I may explain you the local sheriff also believes in the forgiveness of things through suffering?’ ‘Jack, we do not say about the tortures of the conscience… we say about our part of the deal… We do not dispute that you’ve got to be our local and personal Jesus, but we in this case are devout Christians and also want to share your Calvary.’

‘They say like you launder the money by establishing a trust on the pigs of the pig-house of a local farmer?’ ‘I know, Crooks, it’s dishonest to make the animals suffer so much, but they said to me the advocates for the rights of the animals take less than those big partners that arrange it for Coca-cola or IBM.’

‘Cruise, they say you play poker much well… Might you tell us your scheme? You play bit by bit?’ ‘No, I play ‘by’ by ‘by’.’

‘They say the daughter of the accountant walks a lame leg… You think she plays pranks?’ ‘I think she should not play with her cousin Mick until I show him the Devil also respects the feminine charm.’

‘They say Don carries a gun… Seems like the old man recalls the nobility of his young deals.’ ‘Well, only he should not recall the nobility of his young tricks.’

‘They say Don Tanilio takes the niggers into his family.’ ‘Yep, but they say Adam the first man was also a Negro.’ ‘As well… To say honest I am also absolutely dark deep in my soul.’ ‘Yep, but not as dark as this black Bill, who flew from the local sheriff under pretences his ancestors worked enough for Pharaohs.’

‘They say all decided you are a thief-in-law and should follow the code of the thieves honor.’ ‘The hell with that code. I think I should get into the jail to retire from my business.’ ‘Only, you do not think of too much of business in over there lest you might scare the souls of these prisoners.’

‘Who bets I do win that wager?’ ‘Dick the Chills, nobody needs you as a partner in such a complex spin of the Wheel of Fortune.’

‘Have you ever seen Las-Vegas?’ ‘I did not die after I had seen Paris, I did not die after I had seen Naples. You think I might die over there where there is almost no street crime?’

‘Will you do that?’ ‘Nope.’ ‘Will you do that?!’ ‘Nope.’ ‘Will you do that or we do it ourselves?!’ ‘Yope?!’

‘They say the local sheriff wants to become a man of Cosa Nostra.’ ‘Funny… what he might do in all this complex scheme of their Mafia armies… All these soldiers, assistant, advisers… and the boss himself.’ ‘I think he will stay the local sheriff as he was the local sheriff.’

‘Old Dick does not ask his debt from me.’ ‘He invested in your future, son.’ ‘So bad past and so good future… Damn it.’

‘Don Vincenso won another deal.’ ‘Do not name your son Loser.’

‘We’ve been present here to choose our chieftain.’ ‘Let’s better find a guy who might do all we may decide on our meeting.’

Sad humor:

‘They want to take you to Mafia.’ ‘But, my dad was in Vietnam and is now a vet. He understood the demand, instruction, advice and even order… I might understand too much.’ ‘Yep. Seems we might have misunderstood something ourselves.’

‘Your grandma says the Mafia is good.’ ‘She is good herself.’ ‘As good as much.’ ‘You better ask it from my grandfather, he was in jail, but on the leave came to her soon.’

One Jew meets another Jew. ‘How we solve that matter, we do consult each other?’ ‘Let’s address the God.’ ‘Ok, every one his own One.’

‘Isaac, you want to become a financier?’ ‘If God will bless.’ ‘But, how much we should pay to the rabbi to know if God does bless?’

‘That boy David grows to be a bandit, he’s got six toy guns.’ ‘Do not say too early for that, maybe, he wants to become a weapons dealer.’

A young Jew says to the rabbi, ‘I put a good sum to the treasury of our synagogue.’ ‘You do it for the blessing of the community.’ ‘No, I do it for my own blessing. The God will bless the community Himself, we’ve got such a good rabbi.’

A father, a Russian father says to his Russian son, ‘I’ve arranged for that with our local recruitment commissar, you shall come to the war.’ ‘You better arrange it for some local authority for me to come to the girls.’

A German officer bawls around in a company of the fresh bundesver rookies on a military exercise, ‘Niht shiBen, discipline, niht shiBen discipline!’ One of the young soldiers remarks, ‘Nobody wanted to shoot so far.’

* * *

‘Do you need a Jew as a friend?’ ‘No, I prefer a Christian. I need an advocate, not a business lawyer… Pts-s-s… The circumstances.’

‘Any news from Sicily?’ ‘What news from Sicily? You will maybe ask me if did immigrate or just bought a ticket to the ship?’ ‘I don’t know.’ ‘I also don’t know… But, sometimes, it is possible to…’ ‘What is possible to?’ ‘To stay at home being a guest.’

An Armenian son returns home last in the night and wakens his father by shaking his shoulder, ‘Father, father… I should confess to you I have a wife… already for some time.’ ‘How long it lasts?’ the Armenian father in a participating way demands, being raised out from the world of dreams. ‘From ten o’clock yesterday when the overnight began.’

‘Ok, guys, Boss does send us for some racket in the local private insurance company, any opinions?’ ‘Well, like it’s Medicare… and the State does cover the expenses… All these ambulance chaser advocates… Maybe, we just say we do it to support the plan of Clinton-Obama?’

‘God, oh… God, you were right… I should not have pledged the ring of the defunct Jerry to the local shop of this Jew Abram… Well, I would better leave it in his grave to be buried… It might be counted and taken for reckoning in the day of doom and judgment… And, the angels might say he was graceful and merciful, if Boss himself gifted him that ring… Shit, I should not have believed that old Jew Abram who said he had the direct come to the God and might fix the matter!’


Conclusion:
USA is a country that establishes and aсknowledges for any citizen to have a right to feel himself (herself) a rebel against its own legal government.

An Englishman meets another Englishman and asks, ‘Have you ever met a clock?’ ‘I met it on the Big Ben.’ ‘I think that would be expedient to meet for us at over there for punctuality.’ ‘You think it’s polite?’ ‘I think even the king would think it’s polite.’

A cardinal meets another cardinal and asks, ‘How do you think should we forgive these sins?’ ‘I think not now until some time.’ ‘You do say it yourself or that is said by that horrible man that sojourns in your soul when we share the church money?’

‘The specialists do say people would think about you after your death you were a lucky guy.’ ‘If so, I will not invest some of my money into the Davy Jones’ lockers like a box of hidden treasuries but spend that finance on my burial party.’

‘You made so delicious food, all was so tasty, you are a good cooker, almost a Georgian, so hospitable.’ ‘I just treated you according to our Caucasus custom and you do imply and mix up with politics?!’

* * *

‘Fish.’ ‘Fish.’ ‘How much of fish?’ ‘Seems fish.’ ‘You’re quite a fish.’

‘Yankee Doodle… USA… Clean roads… Independent and free people… Honest policemen… Even honest criminals… I would like to live over there.’ ‘You also want to participate in that melodrama which the rest of the world pays about ten billion dollars a month for… Seems like that… If only so…’ ‘Yes, I dream about being an actor in Hollywood.’ ‘But, only do not ruin your career by taking part in a politically unsuccessful movie.’

‘Bobbi was a good policeman.’ ‘Yea, Bobbi was a good policeman.’ ‘But, he did not die of a bullet or knife… They say he died of stomach ulcers or some infarct.’ ‘They said as well to him, ‘We will kill you, if not with a bullet then with despising.’’

‘This man is so funny.’ ‘Yea, I would like to know what shit does he eat.’ ‘Not cucumbers, that’s for sure.’

‘Jack is crazy.’ ‘Yep, Jack is crazy: he first offered me his house as a gift but then refused to give me a free tobacco smoke.’

‘Jokes?’ ‘Jokes.’ ‘Jokes?!’ ‘No jokes.’ ‘Any jokes…’

‘Do you know the history of the knight Gothlib?’ ‘Yea, if to start the story from the fact that first counts were accountants.’

‘You think we might hire that taxi driver for our deal?’ ‘No, I do not think it’s a good idea. He knows the city too well.’

‘They say Cosa Nostra is a State in a State and even a Mafia in a Mafia.’ ‘Go to Russia, Bobbi, and they will show and explain you the matreshkas’ principle.’

‘Italians won the world for four times: first with their legions, second time with their law, third time with their religion, and fourth time with their Mafia.’ ‘Yea, each time they get more and more gently.’

‘Let’s eat the barbecue.’ ‘But no questions as to who whom whose.’

‘They promised to render him the last grace.’ ‘Only he should not mix up and take the last grace for the first sight.’

‘We became serious, Mick. Almost became honorable.’ ‘Listen Jo, let’s solve that matter when you borrowed me ten bucks for Coney Island, while we’re still serious and until we became honorable.’

‘I love that Greek music in these cowboy westerns, Stew.’ ‘Vini, vidi, Vici?’ ‘No, I just heard.’

‘Kennedy was a queer guy.’ ‘Yep, nobody know.’

‘Tobacco.’ ‘Tobacco.’ ‘But, no organized crime.’ ‘Ha-ha, Bill.’

‘You deride the sacred things of the American democracy!’ ‘Not sacred and not secret, they talk of them so much.’

‘Do you need an overdraft, Bill?’ ‘I say me about all these banking machinations or how your automobile gear box works by?’

‘You are a complex fish, Bill.’ ‘No, I am as simple as that little Italian Sicilian that got lost astray when he had found a rotten potato in his kitchen garden.’

I am a Jew and beautiful. But, they had offered my dad a bad paid job. He was a killer.

'Do you know that rogue Massimo, a whoremonger and drug dealer?' 'You mean that accursed Jew that still bewails the death of Jesus?'

The stories from life:

A middle hand businessman and his timely assistant have a conversation about the nationalism of different ethnical formations in Russian that are evincing themselves in Russia in the last time. The first one is a former world level sportsman, the other one's defunct father served several long terms in jail that made the second one a kind of an heir in some family business. They both passionately and ardently discuss on the examples of the extremist separatism in the last years of the Russian history. They speak even about a possibility for Russia to go broken in pieces of numerate ethical States. If the last happens, they are especially worried about their status as Russians and thus ability to control the economic and politic relations in that futuristically "former" Russia and make business on large scale. Their lawyer keeps peace and drinks tea (the scene takes place in an ordinary kitchen of the Soviet construction, in a private two-rooms flat). So, the first two ask what the lawyer would do in that case, especially taking into consideration that the influence of the superpowers' and other countries' capital would be strong in such a development of the situation in Russia. To this question, the lawyer says that he would become a Jew to conserve his position, because he has the necessary reasons in his pedigree. To this idea, the assistant adds that he is really a Jew both by his father and mother and really he is not so much worried about Chechen, Azerbaijanian and other kinds of ethnical Mafia and separatist movements and that it is to the federal Moscow authorities to be occupied with solving of these questions of danger to the Russian State. The middle hand businessman also remarks that he is a Jew really by his both grandmothers for sure and his grandfathers seem also to have been Jews, at least, there is strong evidence for that. After which the conversation peacefully comes to the topics of family and local nature.

"Why they cannot get the national economy from the crisis? Whether there are few good workers and specialists?" I asked once a Balsak age woman in a private talk.
"There are many good workers but few good fuckers." the Balsak age woman's answer was.

Once, I told a Balsak age woman about a story of a boyfriend who had first gifted his girlfriend some jewlry and expensive garment but then, after parting with her, required and took back all his gifts.
To this, the Balsak age woman remarked, 'Such things happen... could not get defined on who would fuck whom.'

Mad humor:

‘The best defense is an offensive.’ A military man professed.
‘The best defense is a justified legal defense.’ A lawyer noticed in his turn.

Jews are good workers.
Jews are good physicians.
Jews are good lawyers.
Jews are good teachers…
But, do not say Jews are just good… as such.

A patient of a madhouse tied upon himself a shikhid’s belt and threatened a blow, requiring two packs of Cuban cigarettes and three packs of Indian tea from Israeli government.

The emancipation of women is the matriarchate and feminization of all the country!

A rabbi decided to try unkosher pork but the venderess sent him fucking and he were thinking on if it was a sign from above...

Antonio the Rat got his nickname and starting capital by decapitating and skinning cats selling them as rabbits. Of course, on Sicily, it would be impossible due to the rabbits may be sold only with heads, on over there, and it was a commerce usage. One of these cats was black, so the boss could not solicit for him to the judge who decided on the action of the society of animal protection against Tony. The jury sentence was that Antonio could not approach a cat no less than one hundred yards of distance between him and such a cat, or vise versa, Tony knew not for sure being on the run during the court trial and informed only by rumors. Sure, many said these goods were better than Viagra but some said it was a Dutch service… In a word, later, when he became the pimp, he had to piss into his own shoe himself sometimes when he was drunk and missed the pot his mom gave him not to walk to his parents’ water closet not to bother them, it was to undermine the feminine natural charming pheromones of his girls by contrast between the smell of his feet and the scent of his hookers’ perfumes.

If the woman got three orgasms in cowgirl position in a row after some missionary sex a bit and I got none and have to settle the scores in manual work isolatedly before Inet and Comp, will it influence the playing of Chelsea soccer football club? It was 3:0 or 3:1 winning was my woman over me? Does anybody know the rules and reglaments of sexball?

An old gangster dies on his bed. The Catholic priest asked him to acknowledge before the death and God that he had robbed a bank in seventies because the priest had enough of secret confessions for this from some women as related to that money. 'I would have confessed myself but my modesty did not let me do it.' The old gangster said.