DETECTIVE Stories – 3

Gold

For centuries, wars, raids and robberies died priceless treasures of human history. Disappeared priceless treasures of human history. Disappeared priceless articles of gold, silver, pearls and diamonds. Hidden Gold of the Inca civilization, the conquerors of Tamerlane, Alexander the Great, Genghis Khan.

At the bottom of the oceans and seas lie the merchant ships of the seventeenth, eighteenth centuries, transporting goods and currency, sunk as a result of natural disasters, armed attacks by pirates or sea animals. How many more do not solve the mystery hidden under the water and on land. The history of humanity is rich in colorful events of accidental discoveries of mysterious caves and uninhabited islands with hidden there placers of gold and jewelry. In our age of rapid space age, grand buildings and businesses seemingly no place for fun adventurers departed last far into the story tells about himself pages of books Mayne Reid, Kipling, Jack London and other famous writers historians.

The sun was high in the sky. Sultry heat enveloped the body in the soft blanket of abundant heat. On a day where I want to lie down in the shade or whether on the banks of the river cool and not think about nothing. It seemed that even the thought of such a day to get hot and they reluctantly swim in the head, breaking off unfinished chain of reasoning.

It was Sunday afternoon heat. On the banks of the picturesque rivulet vacationers. The steep right bank allows fans throw away fishing line fishing rods and catch the cool evenings of bream, pike or any other fish. Now, no one was there except the two boys in swimming trunks trying to dive from the steep bank and are now opting for this convenient location. On the left bank of sand lay a blade of grass in his mouth a face to the top guy. He had just bathed and is now in the sun-Hal asks surrendering stuffiness caressing sunlight. Two burst one after another, heard from the right bank. The guy lazily raised his head and looked to the side, where there’s head soon surfaced and the other. Man chew a blade of grass grimaced in disgust and spat out the stalk, then lay on his stomach returned. The blanket on which he lay crumpled and hit the foot on the sand stuck to its abundant grains of sand grains. He winced, and sat down, began to shake off the sand. He collected a blanket and clothes, and went to the side three hundred meters of pine forest. Mountain ran into the woods, disappearing in it and guessed only by the green hills of the tops of pine trees. The coolness of the forest refreshes the body its balsamic scented air to insist on the delicate scent of fallen leaves, needles, mushrooms and resin serving on the trunks of pine trees.

The boy went into the forest picked up a hiding place in the bushes of hazel, coming down to the water. I spread a blanket and lay down in the shade, his head resting on his hands, face down. He wanted to rest, he wanted to get away from the noise of tourists, forget at least an hour. He soon fell asleep. But sleep would not have him for a long time, the body is warmed up, though the sun did not break through the leaves of the hazel, but still it seemed that glowed white-skin, headache from the heat. He felt overheated. “We need to get up and go into a deep shadow” -Think him that he did. And under a spreading bush got spread out on his Odyssey le. Rummaging in the manual bag and took out a pill for a headache and not swallowed with water. Head calmed down, and he was still lying on his back, looking at the leaves of hazel. Green leaf with a serrated rim around the perimeter of approximately swayed by whiff of wind. “And he, too hot” – thought the guy jumping to his feet and ran to the river. The water burned icy touch, but this feeling lasted only a few moments, then gave in the gentle embrace of the river and catch some guy they sailed over entrained further and further into the forest.

“I will go as I can” – he thought, and saving power measured waves hands behaved on water surrendering the river. And the river was carrying guest’s fun splashing on him wave, then closer, then delaying the shore. Playing with the river fascinated Man. He sailed too far, and when he felt that he decided to leave the power to shore. Before him stood a steep mountain steep sand cliffs and only thirty meters behind the wall on the river was a small playground Bank. “Yeah, I’m up there and relax! – He thought – Forward!” – And determination to collect the remains of forces began to fight with the river. It seemed to him that the river liked this game, and it will accelerate over the nail him to the precipice. Before the site was fifteen meters. The guy tried to bottom, but it took the seething abyss of water, which was trying to pull the weakened body. He continued rowing and soon jumped to embrace the cold flow. The body ached. Exhausted feet touched the bottom last. The guy on all fours and crawled ashore with pleasure sprawled on the sand. He lay in the sun long enough.

“Why not bake, do …?” – He looked around and saw the sun, which was already late in the afternoon.

– Well, it is necessary to stamp! – He said to himself out loud. I looked up at the cliff. “I’ll go on horseback, in fact swim to the left bank,” – he thought, and began to climb the ten-sand wall. The feet trod softly rolled away on the rhizome pieces stuck on the side of the cliff. He was raised up. In the middle of the slope of the man he paused. Before him stretched a vast panorama shrouded in a blue haze late afternoon forest, interspersed with cultivated fields and the picturesque scattered here and there Ukrainian villages, clearly visible from here his little white toy brick house. Nez-ribbon Throw back roads could guess by slender poplars, like spaceships shot up to the sky green crown housing. River snake curled in the green, glistening ripples of waves, justifying the already exact name of the river, “I do.” Long shadows lay in the lowlands filled with mysterious black ravines, cool mist concealing veil. Looking around the guy began to rise above his feet, feeling tired reluctant to seek support, resting his hands on his knees, he eased the upward movement. It bumps will be no end to the top was only half of its growth as a foot, finding flimsy support slid and it uplifting clubs sandy dust flew head over heels for almost vertical slope down. Tripped over a piece of rock sticking out of the cliff, painful scratched his leg above the knee. Angry at a bad climb, he was going quickly, he surprised his swagger, climbed to the top. And only then at the top, really I felt the pain in his leg. Wound was like a wound from a sharp object. Blood flowed, folding cup on the knee, stained with mud.

“The wound was an urgent need to wash!” – He thought, and began to descend again to the water. “And, that’s the one.” – Going down closer to her abuser, the guy thought. And he began to consider it. It was a sharp Chipped edge of the pot sticking with the collapsed slope steeper.

– You’re from there took a pot? – Asked the space in the ear.. Dropping to one knee, his hands began to tear yielding soil. Soon it appeared the thin neck bellied surface Greek amphora with two arc-shaped handles on the sides. The outer surface kept some color illustration jammed with mud. Wounded amphora guy is faster, uncork vessel. Amphora was the size of a bucket. The guy tried to pull it out, but the vessel was heavy.

“Probably full of sand.” – He thought. And turning the neck down, he began to shake with her sand. But it was all to no avail, the sand does not spill.

“We must stick may be easier. I’ll take to the water to wash out there.”

In the water he washed the wound, the blood ceased to flow, but the pain did not go away. Not paying attention to the wound unwell, he pulled the vessel into the river, began to wash the amphora. On the surface of the picture stood out from the life of the ancient Greeks, hitting preserves the purity of colors. They showed a woman in a long white dress with amphora on his shoulder. Next scene of warrior fighting a hunter holding a spear in his right hand directed to the edge of the image of a brown bull. The neck amphora was chipped off and the sharp end of it sticking out outwardly. Slipping his arm, the guy came across a solid barrier compacted soil cap scored the internal volume of the amphora. Rinse mouth with water, he was convinced that this was the tight tube poking fingernail pliable tube material he stared substance. That may still be there honey? Ancient wax compressed time, he guessed. A vague presentiment of something unusual hidden there, shivering swept through the body, making you forget about the injury. “The treasure?! Maybe it’s a treasure!” – Frantically raced in the brain. He tried to remove the nail jam. Nothing worked. Wax pressed for centuries as a monolith stuck in the neck of the amphora. Finally, I break guessed right stick. Hazel branch, thought about, and that if you break it. No break an ancient work of art, to clean the house and put as decoration. Well, that is interesting, what is it? He became a broken branch to pick stopper. Scratched, pulled rotten rag from time to time, put his hand into the neck. Fingers groped hard roundels and oval plate. The treasure, and is a treasure. He took out a coin and looked at her, the glint of gold for a moment blinded Man, gleaming in a ray of the setting sun.

– Wow! Yes, I am richer than most of Tutankhamun! – He exclaimed. Tilting amphora, coins spilled on hand yellow circular plates were piled on a bunch of hard palm…

Thirst of money

– There is no sense to wait any longer. – Said the gray-haired man of medium height tall and broad friend.

– Yes, I’ve seen at a bus stop one sleek boy out of the brand new “Audi”. Why do they have to ride in jeeps, sedans, Mercedes and we do not? We have to have money!

Two figures were moving at a slow pace through the alley of the old park. Twilight gradual, but concentrated in the crowns of centuries-old pines and lindens. At nightfall, a keener sense of the idea of tormenting both, ideas mining money. They are intertwined in the minds of the interlocutors in the most improbable plans. But on closer analysis shows their inconsistency, absurdity, and the thirst for easy money harder inflames the imagination and the desire to obtain money doubled with renewed vigor. One of them, of the shorter name was Igor. Igor did not differ athletic build compared to his old friend. But he had a sober mind and ability to think analytically. He wore long denim suit with a faded and worn in the fashion of trousers. He wear usually black hair streaked with gray. He did not like to drink and did not smoke. Early he started a family and did not have time to walk properly. He hated all my heart the work in design and technology bureau. He not loved specialty acquired at the institute and specialty dreamed superb obtain coveted money to lead a life without work for fun. A first step to destroy the hated diploma acquired profession that not to stay at home to find work in shifts as a blindfold blind, burning and not skipping prey dog. His melancholy eyes blue intelligent eyes looked indifferent to the world around us, and only at a meeting beautiful girls animated twinkle subdued melancholy passion. Yes, he was men love women, he wanted to throws the money, he wanted to have an expense car, but in an honest way, he understood that earn a lot of money will never work.

His companion was different harmony. High growth. Square jawed, chiseled nose, and to top it all had beautiful blue cornflower blue eyes, and not one pair of female naive eyes could not help but sigh, looking at friends. His name was Oleg. He was wearing a shabby old coat. Wrinkled pants and boots laced to the nodes connected to the laces. He loved life. His eyes were alive with enthusiasm. He received his education at night school. He worked on the basis of a transit of imported goods as a loader. He was tormented by an obsession thirst for money.

He wanted to live in the age of forty years instils. What prevented him to reach the previously prosperous life; a number of circumstances. A failed marriage to actress of the local theater and its constant betrayal. One day, finding her lover’s wife in bed gave him a severe wound with a knife, which led to a ten-year prison term, and then, finally, he is at liberty. Around simmering, but angry at his fate loser he is increasingly returning to thoughts of easy money. And now on this Sunday, day strolling old park thought both friends hovered in the production of easy money.

– Oleg, has an idea! – Suddenly exclaimed Igor.

– Speak, speak, rather than push?

– The head of the base, you have spoken, elegant living.

– So what?

– So, we milked.

– It is as yet?

– Very simple. We meet in a secluded place threatened him with knives and demanding money from him that he brought to the appointed place, let’s say twenty thousand dollars. Well, ten each. A?! – Igor said briskly.

Oleg’s brow furrowed in thought.

– No, do not go.

– Explain why?

– Yes, the fact that he can find us.

– Then the phone call.

– How to organize the transfer of money?

– Need to think.

– Ha! On the highway, near the bus stop country “Piney”. Under the pine tree above us he should bury the bundle of money. We went down for three months to avoid the tail, calmly take the money.

– Then destroy with the machine. Conventional magnetic mine. For the other is a science.

– You’re a genius, Igor.

– Then to work.

– They have a long time strolling the park. Already the lights were lit, illuminating the dark alleys. Darkness once, he retreated, hid his face in the bush, and the conspirators, walk a little more out to the bus stop.

House Igor waited for his wife.

– What a slacker, again I met with these crooks? – She asked.

– This is my friend! Remember, the woman! – The evil he replied.

In the morning, Igor, as usual went to work. His thoughts were occupied only by the invention mines.

– “We need to get the TNT and will make the fuse of potassium chlorate.” – He thought, sitting behind a computer working with the drawings production model of the mechanism…

– Listen, Oleg, – said Igor someone at the next meeting – I need add.

– Toll? I do not know where to take, though, I remember as a child, once found a shell in the woods. But I go to sleep-sewed leave. I remember that place. We must get it on the fire and heated with TNT.

– You’re that? He can explode? – With an ironic smile, said Igor. – We will not fry it on the fire. Quietly analyze, and seize all that we need.

– Then tell the wife you’re going to work tomorrow.

– Well, what I say on the job, and again, my wife when my boss starts to call her cope, why I have at work? – With naive eyes I looked at Oleg, Igor, but he already knew what he would say to his wife. Oleg was silent, as a partisan, not knowing what to answer, Igor.

The morning was bright and calm. Comrades with backpacks and fishing rods came out with the shuttle bus at the stop “Grove” and soon into the woods toward the river, “Irpen”. In ferns, nettles and bushes across crumbling trenches and dugouts with reinforcement ribs sticking out from the bushes, dilapidated bunkers. Near one of them with blocks of concrete sticking out overgrown bushes, they stopped. Oleg pointed to the mound said:

– It’s here. We need to look.

They have removed backpacks. Igor took two bundles. And he began to manipulate these improvised skewers in two long rod. This done, he gave one rod Oleg with the words:

– Here, each gently grope ground.

They began meter by meter probes pierce the soft ground, listening to the sounds stumble upon something probe.

– I think found. – I withdraw Oleg.

When Igor came up to him, Oleg began to stick the probe into the ground at each butting heard the sound of metal on metal, dim ground.

– Let’s shovel.

Igor gave Oleg Sapper shovel as those enjoyed by soldiers. Oleg began to gently dig. Soon the dull glint of metal. Igor Oleg removed himself hands gently began to rake the sand, shell lying on the hands of Igor. He mentally weighed the load. Kilo three, four. With these thoughts, Igor said: – Now let’s stand back away, I’ll try it out.

– And you dealt with them?

– In the army, I was a sapper, and before you go here, delved into the computer all I know, and then how to make a magnetic mine, and run it as a simple mobile phone signals. Get away from harm’s way! – Igor sternly ordered.

Comrade listened departed, and just in case hidden behind a tree trunk. Oleg sat under a tree with five minutes, could not stand it, all the same Igor thoroughly savvy. He is stepping cautiously, he came from behind to someone over his shoulder and watched the manipulation of Igor. He specially prepared pincers tried to unscrew the head shell, where the fuse and he has managed to turn her. At the same time, Igor noticed the shadow of a friend and startled, involuntary jerking shell. There was a stunned a deafening explosion. Echoes from the explosion swept echoes of war, far from the forest, down to the river Irpen and it was quiet on the opposite bank of sand. People gathered at the scene discovered a huge crater exploding shells hidden under the ground. Nearby, in the thirty meters of land in were found two abandoned backpack…

Ghost

– I want to live! I have to take everything from life! – Almost screaming with pain in his voice these words a tall, broad man to his companion. – We need to find a way out.

– I think that there is a solution – a calm voice replied a second – but we do not eat it-knowledge. Have to search. – Answered friend.

– Why do others turn their money as they please? Why they can buy an expensive car, build a cottage, drinking expensive cognac aged, women, and have all the benefits?

– Yes bro! And here you are Serge, not fucking have not fuck will not be! – Interrupted his friend. – Imagine, Serge, that we could have if we had to you, well, at least a hundred thousand dollars?

Sergei is tempting to remark friend, tilted her head towards him and said:

– Sing, is not transferable, firstly, we have given up on the south. There would lead themselves in order. Then our old dream could be realized b. We would have gone with you abroad, where it would be possible to open a case or whether, and without worries, having fun, today, say in Japan tomorrow in Argentina or in Hawaii paradise to spend the night in a circle of beautiful fairies. Drink expensive wine and live among the pleasures of earthly paradise.

– Serge, I want you back on the ground. In the first one hundred thousand dollars you can not open the case in Western countries, where wealthy businessmen and visionaries such as you to the wealth of a dime a dozen. A fierce competition out there, so if you do not have sufficient support in the community is a penny you price your hundred thousand dollars.

– I feel like a million dollars three four we should appear. But as I can not think of anything.

Two friends Sergey and Peter walked on the avenue of the park dreaming of the rich life. One in a rumpled, which gave V-types dressed in gray, the other in a windbreaker with a hood and sweatpants. The rays of the setting sun lit up even the tops of maples and lindens and betrayed the gloomy park bright vibrant look, getting tangled in the leaves rustling in the breeze. Sergei was higher Igor. His stately tightened figure and the face, the embodiment of virile male beauty, come Wail his mysterious and romantic look. But his eyes, looked poignantly of a frown ever in moments of irritation flashed wildly flickering lights of irony. He loved women, he liked the appearance of women, but his eyes, human eyes greedy and cunning always repelled them. He also thought that with the obtaining of money it reaches all. Yes, life is not spoiled Sergei their sweets. Early deprived of his parents, he had 14 years of work on the farm assistant blacksmith, seven years after finishing school. When he was fifteen and eighteen he raped her and got to the dock. And after serving a ten-year sentence, he, being already adult man with a gray streak on the jet-black head, decided that youth is gone, that time is lost, that life has played a trick on him. What the people around him is entirely thieves and hacks. What an honest living, he will not reach all of that so colorfully painted and draws his imagination. And he, Sergey Konotop, frantically crave money. He felt their rough touch in my dreams. He saw a pile of crisp packs on his desk. But he had to open his eyes, like a ghost money swam, flew, teasing and daring imagination. Sergei Konotopskiy uniformly dressed in wearing a gray suit with the eternally crumpled trousers and black laced shoes. But the shirts were always white, clean laundered and smoothed with an unbuttoned collar, which is viewed through a powerful bull neck. The plant in the blacksmith shop, he carefully dressed in the locker room in a clean robe, which is often carried home and washed, because could not stand the filth that surrounded his whole way of life. Both at work and in the park with a friend Pyotr Alexeyevich Garkusha, which was a good cafe. They drank beer, walked the park and dreaming about big money.

Peter Garkusha unlike his friend was slightly lower than his companion. Blond hair, well combined with the color tasteful shirt, this time he was wearing denim trousers and boots fashion platform, complemented his clothes thrown over the shoulders was a gray jacket with a hood. The correct oval face, thin profile chiseled nose and blue eyes irresistibly feminine act on women. He was endowed by nature, and all looks and respectable life, but growing up without a father. Mother, she thought, well bred son. She graduated from the school, his successfully entered road in college and after graduating, he worked in scientific and research institute of the designer. Having tried all the temptations of life, he sank into an apathetic contemplation of the world, becoming in his twenty-five years, the young man with the soul of the old man. Peter was attracted to Sergey, as a person to crave fruits partaking of them. He was interested in the community adult child, to find those nuggets of wasted energy and effort that so sparkled in the eyes of other caustic. He lived another, he wanted all of what one wanted and thought he wanted money. Ideas mining money came unbelievable, but all seemed absurd and ridiculous. Tired of their friends on the past will go happily through the alley without thinking about anything.

Sergei said suddenly, looking at the girl walking in front of a huge black German shepherd dog breed:

– My grandfather, I remember, was a sorcerer.

– Ha, ha, ha! – Peter laughed – How long did you think about it?

– Do not laugh. I seriously.. – the concentration of said Sergei. And after a pause, he added: – I got him some power seems called hypnosis.

– Well, you try it out?

– I did not believe at first, and then…

– Wait, let’s see if this is the case, then… Here! Quickly you must inculcate the girl that she is not a dog and a man.

– What, so soon?

– And you, what powerful magician? You think I’m kidding?

Sergei looked indifferently at each other and said feebly: – Well, good try. – With these words Sergey focused, making the stone face and stared at the front going to twenty meters from friends, a girl with a dog.

Peter watched him, walking around, trying not to breathe. He suddenly keenly felt some ma-cal therefore, became suddenly strange, face each other. Peter curiously looked at the girl. She moved carefree light-footed with no signs of impact Sergei her. But suddenly somehow it reduced the step, and now moving slowly looking thoughtfully at the top of the light from the sun maples. Dog leash, which she kept not naturally began to touch his right hand. Peter surprise knew no bounds. He looked with admiration at Sergei, but he did not seem to notice anything around and with a stone mine on the face of an ongoing session. Peter curiously looked at the girl. She walked slowly down the alley and suddenly started talking to herself. No he was not heard. Friends were close, about five meters away from the girl and heard what she said to the dog: