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– Dmitry took the phone, but hesitated, wondering where to call first.
Here and overtook him Sasha, hardly hobbled.
He handed Denis a mobile phone: – This is you.

Dmitry automatically took the phone: – Yes, I listen.
– No, I’m listening !! – Igor Nikolayevich snapped.
– What is happening there ?! Where is my son ?! “Igor Nikolayevich, I just arrived,” Dmitry began to justify.
– Literally ten minutes late.
Some FIFA on the “Ferrari” tried to turn around in the middle of the street, not to drive in any way.
And then they say, Denis has already taken someone.
Maybe the police report? – Heck.
No, no police.
I will be soon.
– And who are you? – Dmitry asked Sasha when the phone turned off.
– I am Sasha.
You were at my house when Denis was stabbed.
– Ah.
I remember.
Tell me what happened here? Sasha was half-bent, holding his knee in his hand and hissing in pain: “There was a car in the alley, black, like a BMW.”
The guy came out of it, took Denis, then hit him and pushed inside.

And left.
– I see.
Did you see the car? – Dmitry asked the guard.
– Not.
Just this guy.
I have to inform the authorities about what happened, – the guard began to press the buttons on the phone.
– Wait! – resolutely stopped him Dmitry.
– We will not make noise.
You know how it can turn out for a boy.
Sasha, frightened, raised his head – it came to him with distinct clarity that this is the real abduction and that Denis is in real danger! – Oh th th.
– He squeaked piteously.
“They won’t kill him, will they?” The men simultaneously paid attention to him: “First they will request a ransom,” said Dmitri.
– Most likely, this is what they need.
What’s up with something? – Yes, nonsense, fell, – Sasha brave, remembering that he was still in the form of a girl.
“Give it here,” he said gloomily, and pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket.
With the bandaged knee it became a little better, Sashka could become even. amateur handjob webcam
– Well, well, do not cry, everything will be fine with Denis.

Nothing is really known, reassured the “girl” Dmitry.
Then, in Sasha’s apartment, he plainly did not understand that this was a boy, there were other concerns.
– Do you remember the number? – Not.
Oh, yes! I.e.
There are two twos in a row, I remember well.
And the other numbers are not.
– I see.
So, the chef arrived.
Igor Nikolayevich literally flew out of it and almost ran into the gate with a quick sweeping step.
– Where is Denis ?! he asked Dmitry on the fly.
– Report! – According to this girl, Denis is kidnapped.
Have taken on BMW, in number two twos, – the military man briefly told the bodyguard.
Igor Nikolayevich stared at Sasha at close range: “I’ve already told Denis not to dare to meet you!” Even banned call.
Are you here again ?! Okay, then I’ll figure it out.
So kidnapping.
To catch up is useless.
Dima, go home, wait for the call.
– What should I do? – The guard said, – I have to report.
Yes, and the police.
– No need to make a fuss! – Denis sternly told him.

“I’ll pay these freaks as much as they say.”
And we start to fuss, they probably will not release him alive.
He turned pale, frightened himself by such a prospect, and added briefly: – Let’s go! The guard himself was glad that everything would remain secret.
For being so loud, it’s not a sin to dismiss.
– Maybe transfer the data to the car to the police, though? – Dmitry asked in a low voice.
“You are a professional,” Igor Nikolayevich answered, already on the way to the car.
– What is known? Two twos in the room? Yes, he certainly fake! Or a car in the hijacking.
And what is even simpler, they will overload Denis in another car and that’s it! Who to look for, where ?.
What to say.
He waved his hand tiredly and got into the Porsche. live sex chat chaturbate Both cars sped off, leaving Sasha with a guard and crying.
“Go home,” the guard said frowningly.
– It is impossible for strangers here.
Sasha showered him with a scornful look and limped away.
The boy did not know at all what to do, how to help a friend.

In the boarding house we arrived last.
All rooms in the new buildings were occupied, we got an old, still wooden house.
He stood in the depths of the territory, closed from all bushes, a lonely two-story house, with a washbasin on the floors, but with a toilet and a shower outside.
The fighting crew of our car turned out to be the first occupants, and in the rest of the free rooms they promised to help others who were late.
To move things out of the car, to get in the warehouse blankets, mattresses and linens – these are all the tasks that were faced by the rest.
While I was carrying bales with bedding to the room, the girls discovered that they would only feed us dinner in the evening.
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