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I had a nightmare ... A terrible, invariably repeated second year, the same one, again and again. Filling with horror, which does not let go even after waking up.

Wolves, unnaturally huge, furiously bared their fangs, and the leader of the pack, slowly, menacingly smoothly taking a step towards me ... And I break into a run. I rush through the meadow, drowning in tall silvery grass, a bright full moon shines in the sky, its light floods everything around ... But I do not see the beauty of this night, desperately trying to escape.

And every time the dream ends invariably - the wolf overtakes me! It falls into the tall grass, turns over and hangs, growling barely audibly and peering at me with terrible amber luminous eyes ...

I jumped as soon as I heard the alarm ringing.

And the state again did not please - the heart contracted painfully, the breath was intermittent, there were tears on the cheeks, the throat was torn off by a cry. Lord, when will this stop?! Nothing saved me - neither sedatives, nor trips to a psychotherapist, nor even an attempt to spend the night with a friend so as not to be left alone in an empty apartment. All to no avail. Once a month, at the moment when the full moon reigned in the sky, I had an endlessly recurring nightmare again and again and again! A memory of my first and last sleepover picnic. However, not only I completely lost all desire to spend the night in nature after a pack of wolves attacked our student camp ...

Newspapers wrote: "The feral dogs tore apart twelve hunters and almost caused the death of students."

The police told us the same thing, saying that there were no wolves in those woods.

And I would believe it if on that very day the guys from the neighboring camp did not hunt wolves, and Dick Evans did not show us the gray skin he begged from the hunters ...

The skins in the destroyed hunting camp were never found, and the men at the strange bivouac, near which we were so unlucky to set up ours, were much more than twelve ... But no one believed us. Nobody. Huge wolves the size of an English Mastiff? Guys, you've had too much to drink. Burning amber eyes? So, it means that there were jambs. Intelligent creatures that stopped the slaughter, as soon as one of the students began to shout: “We didn’t kill anyone, we just looked at the skin, we didn’t kill”?

We just didn't believe anyone. And after a while, we didn’t believe it ourselves either, perceiving everything that happened was just a nightmare. But the nightmare continued to haunt me alone, apparently, as the most impressionable.

The phone rang, pulling out of the terrible memories.

With a jerk she got up, reached the table, accepted the challenge. Thad's sleepy voice said:

– The flight was postponed due to weather conditions. I mean, like a storm is coming.

- Crap! - all that I answered.

“Good morning to you too,” Thad yawned into the phone. "Come on, we'll be back in half an hour."

- By car? I moaned.

“Sorry kid, we’re due in two days, so yes, we’ll get on a four-wheel drive monster, take a ferry across and – hello, Brodick Castle.” Get ready.

Given that we have been plowing the expanses of Northern Scotland for more than a day, the information was not encouraging. Another thing was pleasing: Brodick Castle was the last in the list of attractions of the new tourist route.

I turned on the laptop, looked through the photos taken the day before - not bad for a non-professional photographer, in my opinion, although Steve thought it was completely different, well, he’s supposed to be by status, he’s a flash pro, I have the text content of the site of the new travel company DecTour.

Stretching, she tried to stretch her neck. Every muscle ached, and I wanted to spit on everything and not go anywhere today. But I liked the work, there was still a month and a half before the start of classes at the university, and the customers paid very well, and most importantly, no less than Steve and Ted, which upset them, equalized in pay with a student, but made me very happy.

By the time I left the room, throwing everything into my backpack, the opposite signal of the car rented two weeks ago, which had bothered me to stupor, was already heard on the street. Since I slept in a hotel on the coast, and the guys usually chose hotels at pubs, where they drank local beer with might and main, they used to wake me up every morning with this signal. Luckily, I took the time to call today. The car beeped again. Disgusting, lingering, long beep! I grabbed the phone, dialed the last incoming one and, running down the wooden steps, shouted into the receiver with inspiration:

What the hell, Ted?

At the other end there was a friendly male chuckle.

- Bastards! I cursed and hung up the call.

Evil is not enough for them.

Escaping to the first floor, she creaked a plank once again on the last step and nearly knocked Mrs. McSalivan down.

“Kim, baby,” the innkeeper looked worried, “how are you feeling?”

- Fine. I even smiled.

- Yes? she asked incredulously. – Kim, do you sleep well?

My fake smile faded, and I quietly asked:

- Did you hear?

In general, I spent the night alone in the hotel, the owners slept on the first floor, I didn’t even think that it would be so heard.

- Yes, I ran to you, they shouted so much, I already thought they attacked you, but as the alarm clock rang, you fell silent.

It became embarrassing. Very.

“I often have nightmares at night,” I admitted reluctantly.

The woman looked with sympathy and asked the usual question:

- When will you be back?

- In two days. – Mood crept up. "And we're going home."

“That's how it is…” She smiled. - And I have collected a basket for you, I knew that you would not stay for breakfast. And I poured coffee into your thermos, but, Kim, it would be better if you chose something more reliable than glass ...

- This is a gift, - I interrupted the remark of the owner of the hotel, - it reminds me of the house.

I left the hotel in excellent spirits, carrying a thermos of coffee and a basket of sandwiches and muffins, the kind Mrs. McSalivan never left me hungry even when there was absolutely no time to eat.

And so I’m walking through the village square, exposing my face to the early cool breeze, not taking my evil eyes off Thad, who waved cheerfully and impudently, leaning out of the driver’s door window ... when suddenly Thad stops smiling and starts pointing me actively at something.

The morning was early, but noisy - a fish market, a market day in general, the ubiquitous Poles noisily discussing something in their hissing language, the dull roar of the Gaelic dialect of the local population, the roar of animals, and, well, the signal of our Discovery all-terrain vehicle that broke through the veil of noise ... I looked at Ted in bewilderment, and he slapped his forehead and pointed me aside ...

I slowly turn my head...

Screeching brakes!

A tangible blow to the thigh, and a thermos that flew into the windshield of a silver car that almost hit me ...

– Kim! Thad's cry sounded unexpectedly loud in the silence that descended on the square.

But I didn’t even turn around and, shocked by what had happened, continued to stand and watch the blur: coffee from a thermos rushed down the windshield of an expensive car in black streams ... Sticky streams, Mrs. McSalivan never spared sugar. And on the windshield, crackling, a crack grew ...

- Kimmy! - Thad flew up, grabbed his shoulders, shook him thoroughly. “Where were you looking, headless?”

Steve tore it away from me and asked it straight opposite question:

I silently rubbed my thigh, the blow was weak, the owner of the car managed to slow down, and I was not injured, which could not be said about the silver and obviously extremely expensive car with tinted, almost black windows that completely hide the driver ...

Again this strange dream - I run through a green meadow, among blooming flowers, a bright full moon shines in the sky ... But it was not a pleasant dream, and I ran without enjoying the night ...

I tried to save myself, I rushed with all my might, tearing off my lungs, deafened by the beating of my own heart, I ran, falling and rising again, not paying attention to the pain in my torn palms and knees, not stopping for a moment ... Because he overtook me ... My very creepy from nightmares.

Huge, silver grey, too fast for me to run, too ruthless for me to stop...

My infinitely cruel wolf...

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I jumped as soon as I heard the alarm ringing. His heart clenched painfully, his breath was erratic, there were tears down his cheeks, his throat was again torn off by a cry. Lord, when will this stop?! Nothing saved me - not sedatives, not going to a psychotherapist, not even trying to sleep with a friend so as not to be left alone in an empty apartment. All to no avail - once a month, at the moment when the full moon reigned in the sky, I had the same nightmare again and again!

Ever since the day our student camp was attacked by a pack of wolves... Newspapers wrote "The feral dogs tore apart twelve hunters, and almost caused the death of students"...

The police told us the same thing, saying that there were no wolves in those woods.

And I would have believed it if on that very day the guys from the neighboring camp had not been hunting wolves, and Dick Evans had not shown us the gray skin of this animal, begged from the hunters ...

The skins in the camp destroyed by the flock were never found, and there were significantly more than twelve men in the strange hunting camp, near which we were so unlucky to set up ours ... But no one believed us.

The phone rang, pulling out of the terrible memories.

With a jerk she got up, reached the table, accepted the challenge. Thad's sleepy voice said:

- The flight was postponed due to weather conditions ... It looks like a thunderstorm is coming.

"Damn," was all I replied.

“Good morning to you too,” he yawned, “get ready, we’ll pick you up in half an hour.”

- Are you in a car? I moaned.

“Sorry kid, we’re expected in two days, so we get on a four-wheel drive monster, cross the ferry and hello Brodick Castle. Get ready.

Considering that we have been plowing the expanses of Northern Scotland for several days now, the information was not encouraging. Another thing was pleasing - Brodick Castle was the last in the list of attractions of the new tourist route.

I turned on my laptop, looked at the photos taken the day before - not bad for a non-professional photographer, in my opinion, although Steve thought it was completely different, well, he’s supposed to be by status, he’s a flash professional, I have text content on the website of the new travel company DekTour.

Raising her hands up, she stretched her whole body, everything hurt, every muscle, which is not surprising, given the trips for days, plus a terrible nightmare. But I still liked the work, there was still a month and a half before the start of classes at the university, and the customers paid very well, and most importantly, on a par with Steve and Ted, which upset them, equalized in pay with a student, but made me very happy.

By the time I threw everything into my backpack and left the room, the opposite signal of the car rented two weeks ago, which had bothered me to stupor, was already heard on the street. Since I slept in a hotel on the coast, and the guys usually chose hotels at pubs, where they drank local beer with might and main, they used to wake me up every morning with this signal. Luckily, I took the time to call today. The car beeped again. Nasty, lingering, long beep! I grabbed the phone, dialed the last incoming one, and, running down the wooden steps, yelled into the pipe with inspiration:

What the hell, Ted?

At the other end there was a friendly male chuckle.

- Bastards! I cursed and hung up the call.

Evil is not enough for them.

Escaping to the first floor, the board creaked again on the last step, and nearly knocked Mrs. McSalivan down.

“Kimmy, baby,” the innkeeper looked worried, “how are you feeling?”

“Okay,” I even smiled.

- Yes? she asked incredulously. Kimmy, do you sleep well?

My fake smile faded and I quietly asked:

- Did you hear?

In general, I spent the night alone in the hotel, the owners slept on the first floor, I didn’t even think that it would be so heard.

- Yes, I ran to you, they screamed so much, I already thought they attacked you, but as the alarm clock rang you were silent.

It became embarrassing. Very.

“I often have nightmares at night,” she admitted reluctantly.

The woman looked with sympathy and asked the usual question:

- When will you be back?

- In two days, - the mood crept up, - and we will be going home.

- Here it is, - the woman smiled, - and I have collected a basket for you.

I left the hotel in excellent spirits, carrying a thermos of coffee and a basket of sandwiches and muffins, the kind Mrs. McSalivan never left me hungry, even when there was absolutely no time for breakfast. And so I'm walking, exposing my face to the early cool breeze, not taking my eyes off Thad, who cheerfully and brazenly waved from the window by the driver's seat, when suddenly Thad stops smiling and begins to actively wave at me.

The morning was early, but noisy - a fish market, generally a market day, Poles noisily discussing something in their own, the dull roar of the Gaelic dialect, the roar of animals, well, the signal of our Discovery all-terrain vehicle that broke through the veil of noise ... I looked at Ted in bewilderment , and he slapped his forehead and pointed me to the side ...

I slowly turn my head...

The screech of brakes, a noticeable blow, and my thermos, flying into the windshield of a silver car ...

“Kim!” Thad yelled as he ran out of the car.

On the other side, Steve jumped out, and I, shocked by what had happened, continued to stand. Black streams of coffee dripped from the windshield, made rivulets along the hood ... Sticky rivulets, Mrs. McSalivan never spared sugar. And on the windshield, a crack slowly and raggedly grew ...

- Kimmy! - Thad flew up, grabbed his shoulders, shook him, thoroughly. -Where were you looking, headless?

Steve pulled him away from me and asked the exact opposite question:

I silently rubbed my thigh, the impact was weak, the owner of the car managed to slow down, and I was not injured, which could not be said about a silver and obviously expensive car with tinted, almost black windows that completely hide the driver ... Although now the glass threatened to show everything that is hidden.

“Damn,” Thad swore, watching the shards of a thermos slide down the hood, carried away by drying streams of strong black coffee.

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The famous Russian writer Elena Zvezdnaya has released a new fantasy book called The Werewolf Castle. In the novel, there is traditionally a love line, but in this case, everything is different.

The main character Kim and her colleagues made up a new tourist route. Their road led to Scotland in an ancient castle with strange inhabitants. The owner of the palace turned out to be a wealthy aristocrat Sonheid.

Elena Zvezdnaya decided to inflame passions a little and endowed the owner of the castle with a secret. He is a werewolf. And not simple. He is the alpha, the whole race of werewolves went from him. Sonheid falls in love with Kim at first sight and begins to win her over, but in his perverted ways.

The novel "Castle of the Werewolf" is full of sex scenes, some of which go beyond the scope of erotic prose. BDSM reigns here. Apparently, the laurels of the author of "50 Shades of Grey" did not allow Elena Zvezdnaya to sleep peacefully. She decided that she could do better, with more imagination and without any aesthetic and moral restrictions.
The hero of the book "The Castle of the Werewolf" Sonheid periodically rapes Kim, she resists, screams. Then he erases her memory, and then everything starts again, but in an even more terrible form.

The only thing that pleased in the novel is the masterfully described world. Elena Zvezdnaya decided not to restrain herself here either - descriptions of the castle and the surrounding area, the appearance of the characters - everything was a success. This world can be felt by the skin while reading.

The book "The Castle of the Werewolf" can be recommended to fans of non-standard reading and, of course, lovers of BDSM as a script for role-playing games.

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Money and power acquire taste only when there is someone to share them with.

“You don’t remember me,” a wry, sad smile, “sorry, I forgot ... You hugged me, and I forgot ... I’m ready to forget my name when you are around ...
And suddenly, like a rush, I find myself pressed against the hood of the car, and the beast, the beast hangs over me and, bending to my lips, whispers hoarsely:
“Scream for me, Kim.
It was an explosion!
As if at once the gray walls of everyday life collapsed, exploding my world with fragments of bright, rich, sharp memories. So sharp that they ripped open the soul, tore the heart, deprived of support under their feet.
I remembered EVERYTHING!
Nearly falling, she clutched at Sonheid's shoulders, gasping for air convulsively, trying to inhale and unable to do so. I was suffocating ... with anger!

And I clung to it strong man firmly, firmly, feeling that I had not touched the ground held by him for a long time. But I did not at all expect to hear a quiet, pronounced as if he was groaning in pain:
- I feel bad without you…
And I stop breathing, afraid not to hear, not believing what I hear, not understanding why his every word resonates in my heart.
“I feel so bad without you, Kim. Without your scent, without the feel of your skin, without the look in your eyes, without the sound of your voice. Without you.
And the hugs become stronger, almost to the point of pain, but I am ready to endure this pain forever, if only he would not be silent, if only to listen to his voice further ...
“It tears apart, Kim,” a hoarse growl erupts again, “it kills, it turns inside out ... Rushing towards you and not being able to break the Edge ... Going crazy and not knowing where you are and what is happening to you ... Lying on the bed, where your smell is felt, and to be aware is all that remains for me ... Cooking cocoa for you, putting a cup on the table and understanding - you won’t drink, you are gone ... There is me, wild loneliness, animal longing pressing like a steel trap, but you are not …

The heart is in pieces, and the feelings are bare, like live wires. And I don't know what to do!

Money and power acquire taste only when there is someone to share them with. Understand, it’s nice to spend money on your beloved woman and look forward to her happy smile when you give her a gift, and power ... What is power if there are no eyes shining with pride for which it is worth striving for achievements?

The man pulled away a little and, looking at me with his strange, unnaturally yellow, animal eyes, whispered:
- I want you. Here and now. And then, Kim, I will return you to your world.
I'm going to be raped... Oh my God, this just can't be, this...
“Kim,” the stranger’s voice seemed soft, but only seemed, “you want to come back, don’t you?” - In these words, bitterness was suddenly heard: - You are ready for anything so that I let you go, right, Kim? Like run away! Without warning, without saying goodbye, without saying a word! After all! You know, I did believe that you are dear!
I cringed at his growl.
And the man reacted strangely - he let go, turned away, silently looked at the forest for several minutes, as if trying to restrain himself and not scream anymore. And I don’t know why, but I stepped towards him, carefully touched his bare shoulder ...

The man turned around. Sharply, unnaturally quickly, he grabbed my slipped palm, pulled off the glove, pressed his trembling fingers to his lips and, looking into my eyes, kissed me carefully, barely perceptibly, then closed his eyes, sniffed the air through his nose, froze, and as he breathed out he barely audibly said:
“I didn't mean to fall in love with you. I am an alpha, feelings are something that people like me tend to avoid.
And I held my breath, looking at him in shock, at the greedy care with which he touched my palm, as if I were the most valuable treasure in the world. As if he was looking for and found it with difficulty. Like he...
“I yearned for your scent, Kim,” he said hoarsely.
Strange voice. Exciting. A voice that echoes somewhere inside of me...
We are standing in a huge, summer-like green forest, birds are singing around, a grasshopper is chirping somewhere, the sound of water is heard in the distance ...

Spent it down, leaving ten red furrows, the first, by the way, were already rapidly tightening.
Kim, stop it! - a growl that turns into a wheeze.
She squeezed him, twitching with his whole body, with his hips, and as soon as he stopped escaping, she sarcastically quoted his own words:
“You are my wife and my lady, the only thing you are allowed to be interested in is my wishes for our nights. All!" - she dug her nails even harder and whispered: - And you, Sonheid, are nobody for me at all, and you have no right to tell me. Clear?
Eyes opened instantly. And a look full of rage, gloomy, tense.
- Do you remember? - the obsession subsided, there was no more excitement, I was just crazy angry at him. “It’s nice not to be asked for your opinion, huh, Sonheid?” I started to break down. “Or maybe it’s very pleasant to get aroused against your own will?”

“Don’t you dare raise your voice at me,” I said calmly.
Leriy recoiled, then a smile returned to his face, full of sincere interest in me and our conversation.
Nanny means...
“Tell me, Leriy,” I smiled sweetly at the lord, “why werewolves don’t like their women?”
You are wrong, Kim. He returned to a leisurely pace again, and I walked beside him. – Werewolves live their chosen one, breathe her, look at the world through her eyes. It's hard to describe and impossible to explain. And if a woman becomes the chosen beast, the werewolf actually becomes dependent on the constant desire to possess the body, attention, time of her chosen one. Permanent, Kim. And then the feelings become waves - they roll in a wave and let go for a short time to surf again.

– It’s easier with werewolves – you can spend the whole night in amusements in animal form and meet the morning cheerful and full of energy, and even in human form werewolves retain this ability, and human women have a hard time without sleep, and therefore they were left to sleep separately. They were taken care of.
I look at him in horror and still do not believe - they really do not understand?! At all?! How is that possible?
– Leriy, – I leaned forward, – Leriy, this is worse than the death penalty, Leriy. It turns out that you are left alone with yourself and your thoughts. One! At all! There is nothing to do around the house, there are servants, children grow up and leave, and the husband actually uses it to get up and leave after that. And so all your life? Yes, here you can howl with anguish, not to mention the fact that you just want to hang yourself from despair, Leriy!
- Don't talk like that! The lord cut me off very harshly. "Don't you dare even think about it!"
It was said evil, and all the plaque of polite courtesy and good-natured disposition vanished in an instant! And I suddenly realized a strange thing - we all walked and walked along the wall, and as far as I remember, there should be a gate to the garden! But she wasn't there. It's strange somehow...

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Again this strange dream - I am running through a green meadow, among blooming flowers, a bright full moon is shining in the sky ... But it was not a pleasant dream, and I ran without enjoying the night ...

Huge, silver grey, too fast for me to run, too ruthless for me to stop...

My infinitely cruel wolf...

***

Ever since the day our student camp was attacked by a pack of wolves... Newspapers wrote "The feral dogs tore apart twelve hunters, and almost caused the death of students"...

The police told us the same thing, saying that there were no wolves in those woods.

The phone rang, pulling out of the terrible memories.

With a jerk she got up, reached the table, accepted the challenge. Thad's sleepy voice said:

- The flight was postponed due to weather conditions ... It looks like a thunderstorm is coming.

"Damn," was all I replied.

“Good morning to you too,” he yawned, “get ready, we’ll pick you up in half an hour.”

- Are you in a car? I moaned.

“Sorry kid, we’re expected in two days, so we get on a four-wheel drive monster, cross the ferry and hello Brodick Castle. Get ready.

What the hell, Ted?

At the other end there was a friendly male chuckle.

- Bastards! I cursed and hung up the call.

Evil is not enough for them.

Escaping to the first floor, the board creaked again on the last step, and nearly knocked Mrs. McSalivan down.

“Kimmy, baby,” the innkeeper looked worried, “how are you feeling?”

“Okay,” I even smiled.

- Yes? she asked incredulously. Kimmy, do you sleep well?

My fake smile faded and I quietly asked:

- Did you hear?

In general, I spent the night alone in the hotel, the owners slept on the first floor, I didn’t even think that it would be so heard.

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Dedicated to my beloved readers!

I had a nightmare ... A terrible, invariably repeated second year, the same one, again and again. Filling with horror, which does not let go even after waking up.

And every time the dream ends invariably - the wolf overtakes me! It falls into the tall grass, turns over and hangs, growling barely audibly and peering at me with terrible amber luminous eyes ...

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I jumped as soon as I heard the alarm ringing.

Newspapers wrote: "The feral dogs tore apart twelve hunters and almost caused the death of students."

The police told us the same thing, saying that there were no wolves in those woods.

And I would believe it if on that very day the guys from the neighboring camp did not hunt wolves, and Dick Evans did not show us the gray skin he begged from the hunters ...

The phone rang, pulling out of the terrible memories.

With a jerk she got up, reached the table, accepted the challenge. Thad's sleepy voice said:

The flight was postponed due to weather conditions. I mean, like a storm is coming.

Crap! - all that I answered.

Good morning to you too,” Thad yawned into the phone. - Come on, we'll be back in half an hour.

By car? I moaned.

I'm sorry kid, we're due in two days, so yes, we'll get on a 4WD monster, take the ferry across, and hello Brodick Castle. Get ready.

I turned on the laptop, looked at the photos taken the day before - not bad for a non-professional photographer, in my opinion, although Steve thought it was completely different, well, he’s supposed to be by status, he’s a flash pro, I have text content on the website of the new travel company DekTour.

What the hell, Ted?!

At the other end there was a friendly male chuckle.

Bastards! I cursed and hung up the call.

Evil is not enough for them.

Escaping to the first floor, she creaked a plank once again on the last step and nearly knocked Mrs. McSalivan down.

Kim, baby, - the owner of the hotel looked alarmed, - how do you feel?

Fine. - I even smiled.

Yes? she asked incredulously. - Kim, do you sleep well?

My fake smile faded, and I quietly asked:

Have you heard?

In general, I spent the night alone in the hotel, the owners slept on the first floor, I didn’t even think that it would be so heard.

Yes, I ran to you, they screamed so much, I already thought they attacked you, but as the alarm clock rang, you fell silent.

It became embarrassing. Very.

I often have nightmares at night, - I admitted reluctantly.

The woman looked with sympathy and asked the usual question:

When will you return?

Day two. - Mood crept up. - And we'll go home.

That's how it is… - She smiled. - And I collected a basket for you, I knew that you would not stay for breakfast. And I poured coffee into your thermos, but, Kim, it would be better if you chose something more reliable than glass ...

This is a gift, - I interrupted the remark of the owner of the hotel, - it reminds me of the house.

I left the hotel in excellent spirits, carrying a thermos of coffee and a basket of sandwiches and muffins, the kind Mrs. McSalivan never left me hungry even when there was absolutely no time to eat.

The morning was early, but noisy - a fish market, a market day in general, the ubiquitous Poles noisily discussing something in their hissing language, the dull roar of the Gaelic dialect of the local population, the roar of animals, and the signal of our Discovery all-terrain vehicle that broke through the veil of noise ... I looked at Ted in bewilderment, and he slapped his forehead and pointed me aside ...

I slowly turn my head...

Screeching brakes!

A tangible blow to the thigh, and a thermos that flew into the windshield of a silver car that almost hit me ...

Kim! Thad's cry sounded unexpectedly loud in the silence that descended on the square.

Kimmy! - Thad flew up, grabbed his shoulders, shook him thoroughly. - Where were you looking, headless?

Steve pulled him away from me and asked the exact opposite question:

Although right now the glass threatened to show everything that was hidden.

Damn it, Thad cursed, watching the thermos shards slide over the hood, carried away by drying streams of strong black coffee.

And I just looked at the car in horror, imagining the cost of its windshield and already saying goodbye to all the advance payment issued by the customer.

The driver's door swung open, and somehow angrily it came out, in the next moment her owner appeared from the car with a face whitened with anger and tightly compressed lips.

The eyes of the car owner, who was just very unlucky to meet me, were hidden behind dark sunglasses, but for some reason I felt a look that was cold and burning through.

Uh, buddy… - Ted, as the eldest in the group, decided to figure it out himself, for which he stepped towards the owner of the injured car. - Listen, my insurance agent...

The man slowly reached out and took off his glasses, giving Thad an icy look.

Thad is silent.

Now I just stood with my head down and did not want to look at the owner of the car that I had smashed, but even in this position I saw his obviously expensive shoes and silver-gray trousers. Cars drove past us, the market continued to buzz, the coffee in the broken thermos was over, and now when you look at the hood of a car, there was no association with the expression "all rivers flow."

Forgive me, - in the tense silence of the companions and haughty - I muttered the victim.

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