"STOLEN IMMORTALITY"

From that memorable night Elena Sergeevna and Vladimir became lovers and lived

A double life. At first glance, their relationship seemed the same. The mother was loving and caring. And the son was devoted and respectful. This is how the head of the family, Dmitry Ivanovich Zverev, perceived this relationship. He knew nothing about the new, unnatural relationship between his wife and his adult son. And he never would have known. If only... If only an unpleasant incident hadn't happened to him.

One day, Dmitry Ivanovich, on his way to work at the clinic, slipped and fell. As a result of the unfortunate fall, he broke his arm. He had to go to the hospital himself. They put a cast on his arm, gave him a sick leave certificate, and sent him home. Not wanting to worry his wife and son, Dmitry Ivanovich didn't tell them about his injury over the phone. He drove home himself, opened the door, entered the room, and saw... What he saw so shocked him that he was dumbfounded! His beloved wife and his beloved son were having sex right there on the floor of the living room... Their embraces, moans, cries of pleasure, and wild passions—all of it was such a shock that Dmitry Ivanovich couldn't bear it! Clutching his head, he collapsed to the floor.

Doctors later diagnosed a "cerebral infarction," commonly known as a "stroke." Dmitry Ivanovich's entire left side was paralyzed, leaving him bedridden. He also lost the power of speech and went blind in one eye.

Elena Sergeyevna cared for her husband. Vladimir also tried his best to ease his father's suffering. Both mother and son felt guilty and were tormented by remorse. But they could no longer change anything. They remained lovers and, despite the grief that had befallen them, were happy together.

Four years passed. Vladimir was already in his fifth year of medical school. He was an excellent student. Having chosen to specialize as a radiologist, he conducted an in-depth study of the effects of X-rays on the human body. He was also interested in cardiovascular diseases. He was interested because he had read in a book about an unusual method for eliminating undesirable people. This method was used by the intelligence services of many countries. It consisted of injecting a special drug into the person's body, causing death. This death appeared natural and did not raise any suspicions of violent elimination. Doctors confirmed death from heart failure. An autopsy also confirmed this cause, and the expert reached the same conclusion. But in fact, the man had been murdered—murdered in a cunning and unusual way, one in which the killers avoided all prosecution and punishment.

This method of murder intrigued Vladimir because he had long wanted to get rid of his disabled father. He believed his paralyzed father was tormenting him and his mother, stealing their free time, and hindering their happiness.

Elena Sergeyevna truly had a hard time. She was forced to leave the theater and become her husband's caregiver. Every day, she fed and watered Dmitry Ivanovich, treated his bedsores, and washed his clothes. It was extremely difficult. The work of a caregiver took its toll on her strength and health. Elena Sergeyevna even aged and lost her appearance during this time, paying less and less attention to her son. This didn't suit Vladimir. So he decided to get rid of his disabled father. Get rid of him forever.

Having thoroughly studied the aforementioned unusual murder method, the young man decided to take action. And so one day, when his mother had gone to the store, he approached his father's bedside with a syringe in hand. And, coldly looking into his only seeing eye, he administered the fatal injection. The doctors who arrived pronounced him dead from heart failure. Vladimir rejoiced: it had worked! And it had worked perfectly! Now no one could interfere with his happiness with his mother! However, he was wrong. Very wrong.

The father was buried. Mother and son were left alone. But their former happiness was gone. Elena Sergeyevna found work at the theater again. However, she was no longer offered leading roles. She was forced to settle for supporting roles, sometimes even appearing as an extra. Her fans no longer adored or idolized her. And the capital's press forgot her forever. Elena Sergeyevna was deeply distressed and...began to abuse alcohol. Moreover, she lost interest in her son and preferred to spend time with random drinking buddies. Vladimir was intensely jealous of his mother, stalking her, and tried to cure her of her drinking. But nothing worked. She was spiraling downward. And nothing could save her.

One evening, Elena Sergeyevna returned home drunk. And she wasn't alone. She was with a security guard who worked at the theater. The two drinking buddies finished the first bottle and then had sex. At that moment, Vladimir returned home. Enraged by what he saw, he grabbed the guard and nearly strangled him. He barely restrained himself. After tying the man up, he gave him a lethal injection. A few minutes later, the guard died of heart failure.

Elena Sergeyevna, although very drunk, understood everything. She said to her son, pointing at the guard:

-You killed him! Now prison awaits you!

"You're mistaken, Mommy!" Vladimir said calmly. "This man's death is being ruled natural. The doctors have confirmed that he died of heart failure."

“Why are you so sure about this?” asked the mother.

"Because this isn't my first experience. Remember your father! I did the same thing to him!" Vladimir replied.

Elena Sergeevna turned pale and said in a trembling voice:

-What do you mean? Did you really... did you kill my father?

"Yes," Vladimir continued calmly. "I gave him a lethal injection, after which he died. The doctors who arrived pronounced him dead from heart failure."

"Oh my God! My son is a murderer! I gave birth to and raised a murderer! A monster! A monster!" the mother screamed, stunned by the terrible news her son had given her.

- Come on, stop it! Don't be so upset, Mommy! I did all this for you! I saw how you suffered, caring for your paralyzed father. I wanted to end your suffering. I wanted us to be happy! I love you! I love you madly! - Saying this, Vladimir began to passionately hug and kiss his mother. And she broke free from his embrace and screamed loudly:

-Leave me! Leave me! I hate you! I hate you! Don't you dare touch me!

His mother's resistance only increased Vladimir's desire. He pushed his mother to the floor and immediately took her. When it was over, the boy said:

"I beg you, Mom, don't cheat on me with anyone else! Otherwise, I'll kill all your lovers. If you don't want anyone else to die, stop cheating on me! You must belong only to me! I love you madly, passionately! I love you more than life itself! There's only one happiness for me - to take possession of you every day! I'm going crazy over your body! I enjoy you! I revel in you! I love you so much that I can't even describe my love! I can't put it into words. Do you understand?" As he spoke, Vladimir grew more and more heated. He began to hug and caress Elena Sergeyevna again and took possession of her again...

The unfortunate woman, no longer able to resist her son, endured all his actions with clenched teeth. However, her face did not express submission or humility. It reflected a deep hatred for her son.

After Vladimir had enjoyed his mother three times, he hoisted the guard's corpse onto his shoulders and carried it outside. He decided to place the corpse on a park bench, making it look as natural as possible: a man strolling through the park, then sitting down on the bench and drinking some vodka, but his heart just gave out, and bam! He died of heart failure.

When Vladimir left the house with his heavy burden, his mother lay quietly on the bed, her eyes closed. When Vladimir returned home, his mother was gone. She had vanished. Gone from his life forever.

Vladimir searched for his mother for a long time. He searched hospitals, morgues, and brothels. He searched distant relatives and acquaintances. He filed a missing persons report with the police. He hired a private detective. But it was all in vain. The young man never found his mother. And this became a true tragedy for him.

Vladimir was left alone. Completely alone. He was miserable and lonely. He had lost all meaning in life. He fell into a deep depression. He began skipping classes at medical school and abusing alcohol. It's unknown what would have happened to him if not for his classmate, Allochka Gurskaya. It was she who saved Vladimir and brought him back to normal life. Surrounding him with care and attention, Allochka helped him overcome his depression and complete his studies at medical school.

Vladimir's spirit was revived. He wanted to live and work. He found a job as a radiologist at a Moscow hospital. And he got married. To Allochka Gurskaya. He married out of gratitude, realizing that it was to her that he owed his return to life.

At first, everything was going well. Vladimir had a job he enjoyed and a wife to whom he was grateful. Family life saved him from loneliness and distracted him from the sad thoughts of his lost happiness—happiness with his mother.

Allochka Gurskaya loved Vladimir. She had loved him since their first year at medical school. And Vladimir hoped that he would love her too. Eventually. He lived with these hopes for three years. However, his hopes were never fulfilled. Vladimir didn't love his wife. Intimacy with her brought him no pleasure. He didn't desire Allochka the way he once desired his mother. And when their first child was born, Vladimir hated both his wife and the baby. He caught himself wishing for their deaths. It was blasphemous, savage, and terrible! But Vladimir couldn't help himself. His entire being was permeated with hatred for his unloved wife and unloved child. And so he began to devise a plan to get rid of them—to get rid of them forever. And soon he came up with one.

One day, the little boy became very ill. Doctors diagnosed pneumonia. Vladimir suggested that Allochka have an X-ray of the child's lungs to see how far the illness had progressed and to determine the appropriate treatment. Allochka agreed.

When Vladimir X-rayed his son, he exceeded the radiation dose many times over. He did it deliberately, knowing what would follow. It was murder. A cold-blooded, calculated murder, planned and carried out by Vladimir.

The baby died two weeks later. Doctors confirmed the death as a result of bilateral pneumonia. Allochka suffered greatly from the loss of her child. So it came as no surprise that a month after the baby's death, Allochka died of heart failure.

So Vladimir dealt with his wife and son. He got away with the double murder and went unnoticed. This made Vladimir even more cold-blooded, brazen, and cynical. Alone again, he no longer sank into depression, but began to seek pleasure. He was drawn to nightclubs, bars, and restaurants—places where he could easily pick up a beautiful woman and have a wonderful time with her.

Vladimir enjoyed the nightlife. Only one thing bothered him: his lack of wealth. A luxurious nightlife required a lot of money. A radiologist's salary, however, was very modest and didn't allow him to spend as much on pleasure as he wanted. So Vladimir faced a new problem: finding money. And he solved it. He did it this way.

At a nightclub, Vladimir met a wealthy forty-year-old woman. Her name was Irina Valeryevna Durova. She was a widow and the mother of two young children. Irina Valeryevna's husband had been a businessman during his lifetime and had amassed a vast fortune.

After his death in a car accident, his wife inherited the fortune.

Irina Valeryevna loved to spend her time idly. She didn't work anywhere. She frequented nightclubs and restaurants, seeking pleasure, and rarely thought about her children. They were raised by a housekeeper and a nanny.

Having met the wealthy widow, Vladimir realized this was his chance to get rich. He did everything he could to please Irina Valeryevna. He was considerate, gallant, and attentive. He gave her flowers and gifts. He invited her to concerts and theaters. And she took the bait. After all, she had never met such a charming young man as Vladimir seemed to her.

The wedding took place three months after they met. The young radiologist and the wealthy widow, having tied the knot, began living together. Moreover, Vladimir even adopted Irina Valerievna's children.

Their family life was prosperous. The couple lived harmoniously and never argued. Irina Valeryevna loved Vladimir dearly and trusted him implicitly. This was her undoing.

Vladimir set about implementing his wicked plans at the first opportunity. The first opportunity presented itself when Irina Valeryevna's thirteen-year-old son's nose was broken at the boxing class he attended. Vladimir then suggested that the boy's nose be x-rayed at his hospital. His wife agreed.

While taking the X-ray, Vladimir again exceeded the radiation dose many times over. As a result, a year after the X-ray, the boy died of cancer. He was diagnosed with nasal "cancer."

The second opportunity presented itself when Irina Valerievna complained to her husband of chest pains that had begun bothering her after a viral illness. Vladimir suggested his wife have a chest X-ray at his hospital. Irina Valerievna, unsuspecting, agreed to the X-ray as readily as she had with her son. After all, she believed her husband had only the best for her.

Vladimir cold-bloodedly irradiated his wife. He irradiated her so severely that she had no chance of survival. Irina Valeryevna died of breast "cancer" six months after the X-ray.

Vladimir had become the owner of a large fortune, inherited from his wife. All that remained was to complete the final step of the plan: eliminating Irina Valerievna's youngest son, whom Vladimir had previously adopted.

The seven-year-old boy grew up weak and sickly. So it was no surprise that, grieving the death of his brother and mother, he died of heart failure.

So Vladimir dealt with his second family. And again, he suffered no punishment. Now he was rich and could afford any pleasure. Having become a regular at nightclubs, bars, and restaurants, he bought the most beautiful women and spent time with them at night. And in the morning, he was once again a model doctor and went to work at the hospital.

Years passed. Vladimir turned thirty. And he longed for the warmth and comfort of home. He longed for a loving wife to greet him at home, feed him a delicious dinner, tuck him into a warm bed... He longed for care and attention. So he married again. He married an eighteen-year-old girl, a theater student. She attracted him with her youth, beauty, and charm.

Marina Vetrova was truly very beautiful. A long-legged, slender brunette, she captivated the gaze of many men. She was alluring and captivating.

The girl even got into a theater school thanks to her beauty. After all, there were many men on the admissions committee who immediately wanted to see her among the university's students.

Vladimir met Marina at a restaurant where she worked as a waitress. They hit it off and started dating. Marina was drawn to Vladimir's generosity. She loved how he spared nothing for her, giving her expensive gifts, buying her jewelry, and taking her to nightclubs and discos. So when Vladimir proposed, she accepted without hesitation.

At first, their marriage was happy. Very happy, even. Vladimir desired his wife. He liked her as a woman. However, as soon as Marina gave birth, she changed dramatically: she gained weight, became flabby, and stopped taking care of herself. And Vladimir lost interest in her. He no longer desired intimacy with his wife. And he again began disappearing to restaurants, bars, and nightclubs. Marina cursed him, demanded money and fulfillment of his marital duties, made scenes, and argued over every little thing. Eventually, Vladimir became so disgusted with her that he decided to get rid of her.

He didn't have to wait long for relief. His well-established system of eliminating unwanted people worked. When his wife fell ill, Vladimir offered to have her have an X-ray at his hospital. Marina agreed. A few months later, she died of blood "cancer." Vladimir did the same with his remaining child. Thus, he dealt with his third family. And again, he suffered no punishment. The radiologist remained above suspicion and continued to live his life as he pleased.

For the next two years, Vladimir lived like this—for his own pleasure. Then the money left to him by his second wife ran out. And then he had to think again about where to get money.

Vladimir decided to open a private X-ray clinic. He expected its clientele to be wealthy and affluent individuals who didn't want to wait in line for X-rays at public hospitals but were willing to pay for the speed and comfort provided by a radiologist at a private clinic. Moreover, in addition to his primary professional activity, Vladimir planned to engage in another illegal venture: helping his clients get rid of unwanted people. Of course, he wasn't helping them for free. He was offering them for a lot of money. Vladimir believed this was a very good business. He was certain that thousands of people would be willing to pay for the death of their enemies, as long as the death appeared natural and they wouldn't have to bear any responsibility for it.

Having received permission to engage in private medical practice and completed all the necessary formalities, Vladimir opened his own X-ray office in central Moscow.

There were a lot of clients. A lot. Vladimir couldn't cope alone. So he hired a nurse.

Twenty-five-year-old Galina Terekhova worked at the same hospital where Vladimir had previously worked. So, the doctor and nurse had known each other for a long time. Galina was happy to leave the hospital, where she was paid very little, and go to work for Vladimir, who gave her a decent salary. Working together, the doctor and nurse became very close. And soon, they married.

Vladimir was very pleased with his new wife. She was loving and faithful. She also helped him a lot with his work. A year later, his wife gave birth to a daughter. The Zverev family moved from their small Moscow apartment to a huge country house. Fortunately, Vladimir's means now allowed him to own a huge house, a luxury car, and all the other trappings of a luxurious life.

A radiologist became rich. Very rich. His wife thought Vladimir earned all his income from his legitimate professional activities. However, this was not the case. Vladimir's legitimate work as a radiologist brought in a good income. But it would never have made him very rich. He became rich thanks to his illegal activities, which his wife knew nothing about, and which brought in enormous profits. For large sums of money, Vladimir irradiated people his clients didn't like. And after a while, these unwanted people died from "cancers" of various organs. However, no one suspected Vladimir was to blame. Everything was done at the highest level—no one could find fault!

Vladimir found his potential clients himself. He found them everywhere: on the streets, in the subway, in stores, in cafes... It wasn't difficult. With his keen eye, Vladimir would pick out someone upset or worried in a crowd. He would approach them, get to know them, learn about their problems, and...offer them a solution. Typically, each problem was associated with a specific person. By eliminating that person, the problem itself disappeared.

Vladimir did everything possible to keep his wife from learning of his illegal activities. He let her go home when he was conducting serious negotiations with secret clients, when he was irradiating people he didn't like, when he was making payments and taking ill-gotten gains.

But one day...the unexpected happened. The day began as usual. Vladimir was working with his wife. Various people came in. The couple took X-rays for them. People paid and left. At half past eleven, the phone rang. After speaking with the mystery client,

Vladimir sent his wife home and began to wait.

An hour later, two men entered the office. One was young, the other was older.

The young man introduced his father to Vladimir and asked for an X-ray of his ribs, explaining that his father had slipped and fallen, injuring his ribs. Vladimir asked the older man to go into the adjoining room and undress to the waist. When the older man left, Vladimir and the younger man had a conversation. This conversation was overheard by Vladimir's wife, who had returned to work because she had forgotten her house key in her robe.

Galina didn't mean to eavesdrop. It all happened involuntarily. She was about to open the door and enter her husband's office. But upon hearing the first few words of the conversation, she was taken aback by the unexpectedness and stood transfixed throughout, hanging on every word.

And the conversation went like this: The young man said to Vladimir:

"According to our agreement, Vladimir Dmitrievich, I arranged everything so that my father slipped, fell, and broke several ribs. Now I've brought him to you. And I've brought the money. Take it!" He held out the envelope with the money. "Here's the entire amount we agreed on. You don't have to count it! That's right! I don't deceive my partners. And I hope you won't deceive me!"

In response, Vladimir said:

"Of course, I won't deceive you! Everything will happen as we agreed. Now I'll irradiate your father, and then he'll die of lung "cancer"!"

"I wish he would die soon!" the young man said cynically. "I can't wait any longer! I'm completely in debt! The sooner my father dies, the sooner I'll inherit our entire business and be able to manage the profits myself."

Do you understand?

"I understand," Vladimir replied. "I understand you perfectly! Don't worry! I'll irradiate your father very strongly, and he'll die very quickly!"

"Excellent! I'm glad we understand each other!" the young man said joyfully, extending his hand to Vladimir to shake.

At that moment, Galina opened the door and entered the office. She said nothing. She couldn't speak. She simply looked. She looked into Vladimir's eyes. And he understood everything. He understood that his wife had overheard the conversation and discovered his secret.

Having pulled himself together, Vladimir said in a calm voice:

- Darling! Have you forgotten something? Why did you come back?

"I came back to find out you're a criminal! Oh my God! It turns out I married a criminal! I lived next door to a murderer! My daughter's father is a cold-blooded killer!" Galina walked up to her husband and, looking at him intently, asked. "Where is the man you're going to irradiate so that he dies?"

“I don’t understand what you’re talking about, dear,” Vladimir answered calmly.

"You don't understand? Really? You're a liar on top of that? A liar and a murderer! However, I won't allow you to commit another murder!" With these words, the woman rushed into the adjoining room.

And Vladimir and his client ran after her.

Seeing an elderly man, stripped to the waist and sitting submissively on the couch, Galina screamed:

-Get out of here! Get out quickly! They want to kill you! Your son and my husband have conspired to kill you! They are going to heavily irradiate you so that in a few months you will die of lung "cancer". Get out of here! Get out quickly!

The elderly man was taken aback by what he heard and didn't move. He looked in surprise at Galina and the men who had come running after her. A tense situation arose, difficult for everyone. Vladimir was the first to find something to say. Turning to the elderly man, he said calmly:

- Excuse me, please. Don't take this woman seriously. She's crazy!

- Am I crazy? How can you say that? - Galina screamed indignantly, turning to Vladimir. - I'm normal! And you know it very well, husband! I didn't know about your criminal activities! I didn't know you were a murderer! But now I know! I know and I won't let you continue to kill people! - Turning to the older man, Galina said with authority and firmness. - Get dressed! And get out of here! And be careful! Your son wants you dead and will try to kill you at the first opportunity!