Eva

me:

– This goat stole our girl, and still dares to powder our brains?!

– Bill, you won't believe it, for her sake | asked to come here to this pigsty, to take a break from

narcissistic wife!

– Gentlemen, I'm sorry about her too! We wanted to get married, but she disappeared! – | said.

– Bill, is he a cuckold for life?!

– And that in this pigsty to live with a diamond and not be a cuckold, is it unfair?!

– Hey major, he's not guilty, let him go and don't start a business! No one needs scandals in our

department, and we will not be patted on the head because of this girl! | hope you

understand?!

– Yes, how is it? | have already registered the case!

– Do you have a report about the disappearance of a girl from loved ones? Not! Close the case,

this is an order!

– But, Colonel, what about my reputation?

– Your reputation is to follow my orders, you understand! Uncuff a suspect?!

Having escaped with a slight fright, | accompanied the uninvited guests to the door, and began

to sort out the scattered things and books around the apartment. The power was suddenly

turned off. In order to kill time until the next appearance of electricity in the network, with a

light heart, | went for a walk, having learned from the reports of events that high-ranking

officials of the European Union arrived in Kyiv today. Now it became clear to me why the CIA

stopped the investigation into the sudden disappearance of Your-X-Eva. What will be decided at

this gathering of representatives of the European Union? | wandered the streets of Kyiv and

thought in this perspective, comparing the facts with the madness of the war that was taking

place. But, not finding an answer, he hurried home, as the time of the rolling blackout was over

and the Internet was working for watching the news. Without even taking off my coat, | jumped

into my slippers, entered the room where | was doing news reviews, turned on my laptop. While

he was turning on, he took off his extra clothes and began to look at the reports. The news that

Kramatorsk had been shelled immediately caught my eye. This territory has not yet

been liberated from the regime that seized power in Ukraine. 12 high-rise buildings of civilians

were destroyed with numerous casualties. This means that this is a "gift" to the EU forum,

which was taking place at that time in Kyiv. These bastards, having shelled Kramatorsk, will now

talk about ruthless Russia, that the civilian population does not spare, referring to this

provocation, it is easier to beg for armed and financial assistance. When will this madness of

civil slaughter in which NATO mercenaries kill Slavs end? But my life so far continues, and |

wage my war on an invisible front. | began to compose an email to a friend, encrypting the

message to Irina:

“There was a search. Two CIA officers with an SBU major were investigating the disappearance

of Resident Eva. By order of the CIA Colonel, they removed the handcuffs from me and released

me, since | said that we dreamed of getting married and | had no reason to kidnap her! After

sending the letter, he continued to clean up the scattered things and machine wash the dirty

linen. So the day passed. The next day, | went about my daily chores around the house, went to

the store, watched the news, and checked my mail from time to time. The answer came after

long days of waiting as much as a week later. It said: “You are under round-the-clock

surveillance. Do not answer us, lie down on the "bottom", this is an order! Try to be loyal to the

regime, tell a friend that you can't have a dialogue because of the war between Ukraine and

Russia. If you need us, we will find contact with you! | wrote a long letter to Galley Shavkatovich,

where | complained that | had lost Eva, and that after the war, if | survived, | would certainly

look for her. And that this is my last letter, because due to the political situation, | stop writing

letters … One day, without losing hope of meeting Eva, | rummaged through the Russian

resource "Runetki" and found her, under a different nickname, my black hair and the thinner

figure | met for the first time. She was very happy, even that | paid a small tip. | tried to find out

where she was now so that | could meet her, but she masterfully evaded and left on various

non-essential topics, hiding her location. From our erotic meetings, | realized that it was not

customary to ask such questions on this site and stopped asking. We always felt good together,

albeit at a distance of virtual closeness of communication … Days flowed after days. February

2023 was held under the promises of the Western countries of the European Union to saturate

Ukraine with the latest German Leopard and American Abrams tanks, under the instigation of

the United States and London. The whole West whined about it, France joined in, and Poland,

like a jackal in the service of an enraged Western beast, asked for more and more weapons for

Ukraine, which it is ready to let through its territory. Young people of military age, by any

means, using various means, tried to get legal documents in order to leave the country, no one

wanted to die for the interests of the US oligarchy, London and the European Union. Trains

towards the western border were filled with men leaving Ukraine. Many were returned at the

border, the country lived in anticipation of a big war between Western countries and Russia on

the territory of long-suffering Ukraine, and, surprisingly, the so-called president begged for

more and more weapons and money from the collective West for this. And so February 2023

came, in anticipation of unpredictable events in the coming days, and thoughts still did not want

to leave the priestess of love. Her image, bewitching me with its charming love, deprived me of

sleep, and there was not a moment that | did not think about her. The anxiety of these thoughts

did not give me rest, | could not do anything about it, everything fell out of my hands, | even

stopped taking a shower and watching my appearance. And one day in the mirror | saw a

stranger with a tousled beard and protruding gray hairs on his head with wildly sparkling eyes.

This reflection of myself, brought to consciousness. | set about myself, and soon, having

changed clothes, shortening the regrown hairs on my beard with an

electric razor to the level of regrown thorns, neatly shaping them to an oriental-type beard and

cutting my hair on my head, neatly putting it in a youth haircut, | acquired my well-groomed

image. | decided to find my Eva again, but the girl disappeared from the Runetki website, and

only late at night, | stumbled upon her room, where the “online” sign was glowing. Without

hesitation, | went to her website and happily greeted her, dropping her enough tokens for a

private date. And suddenly | saw a picture of a ban:

“The model sent you to a ban for obscene behavior,” – like snow on my head on a hot day, it cut

me on the nerves, which completely plunged me into despondency and deepest melancholy. |

frantically began flipping through the Runetka website, hoping to find it. But she disappeared

there too. It was already 23:30. | sat in a devastated melancholic state, not knowing what to do

with myself to get rid of this obsession. Thoughts gradually began to come into a state of cold

reason and, comparing myself with a female hysteric, | suddenly realized how disgusting it was

to lose self-control because of a creature that itself does not know what it wants in a

momentary outburst of passion. | pulled myself together to realize one single truth, that | am

still a man and must be aware that the girl was trained for this work for many years and that

she does not belong to herself, and that a free life for a special agent of the corresponding

department will never exist. | began to orient myself in this direction of thinking and gradually

bounce back. Three days later, he began jogging in the morning, then one day, from a distance,

he saw how three military men were dragging a young man into a minibus with a flashing light.

And | realized that | had to stay at home until | was raked into the trenches somewhere near

Bakhmut or near Odessa, where General Surovikin was planning an offensive, and that the

delay bought from the military commissar would not save me. Tossing and turning in bed, |

could not sleep, and thoughts about the girl again and again began to take possession of me. |

went into the kitchen, sat there, drank warm water from a thermos, and went back to bed. |

didn’t understand how | fell asleep, | woke up at about nine o'clock in the morning and began to

put things in order with myself and in the apartment. Then, after collecting the garbage, he took

it to the trash can. There, a dirty homeless woman in smelly clothes was rummaging through

the tank, trying to find something to eat. | had not seen her here before, but there was nothing

surprising in this, the country was in the conflagration of a civil war and people, having lost their

roof over their heads, were saving themselves as best they could. By eleven o'clock | was about

to go to the store for groceries and again came across a homeless woman. She was sitting on a

bench with her garbage belongings, sorting through them and taking out some pieces of food

wrapped in a clean wrapper with dirty hands in torn gloves. | walked past, returning from the

store and again came across a homeless woman, as you can see, she took root here for a long

time. Two weeks later, | saw this woman again, passing by her caught the disgusting smell of a

dirty, unkempt body, and passing by, he spat out a whole lump of accumulated saliva due to the

stench that breathed in. The disgust was so strong that | jumped into the bathroom after

throwing my groceries and washed my hands for a long time, then carefully brushed my teeth

and rinsed my mouth with mint rinse. Not having time to make purchases in the kitchen, the

doorbell rang. | carefully looked out the peephole, and what a disappointment | was when | saw

this poor woman at the door.