„Justice” [frozen]

In general, here is the beginning of a new story. I don’t know what will come of it in the end, I haven’t written anything for a long time.
In the story, deviations from reality are possible. The story takes place in the future, maybe something will change there from the classic device of groups of this kind. In general, this is a purely art work, so errors are possible.
So, let’s go. Comments and criticism are appropriate.
P.WITH. The name is working and can change.
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Past stories:
„Captivity”
„Over the abyss”
„Nihil”
„Unnecessary people”
„Twelve”
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Prologue

“Igor! Wake up „! – the alarm clock yelled heartily. Agramov slowly held out his hand and slammed the shutdown button. Then laid his hands behind his head and stared at the ceiling. The rays of the sun slowly penetrated the window, playing on the floor. The day began.
Igor, stretching lazily, went into the kitchen, put a kettle. While the water boiled, he shaved and put himself in order. I have breakfast. Turned on the TV.
The announcer hastily told the latest news. “… in the center of Moscow on Manezhnaya Square today a rally began. Hundreds of citizens went outside in protest to the recent restoration of the death penalty … „,” … the president said … necessity … „.
Agramov turned off the TV.

Igor sat and wrote a report on the Vasyukov case when a colonel called him to himself. Hands trembled barely noticeably, but Agramov mentally realized the order to calm down. Helped.
He went to the office and knocked.
– Comrade Colonel, allow?
Ivan Vasilievich Pashkov, who worked in the organs for almost thirty -two years, sat at the head of a long table in an armchair. He was not old, but the gear linked in his hair, and his face went wrinkles. Pashkov, as always, was tightened, calm and vigorous. Today there was a modest gray suit on the colonel.
– Agamov, come here. Well, I decided everything? – asked Ivan Vasilievich.
– Well, yes, Comrade Colonel. – Agramov was silent for a moment. – When.
– Ah, yes you are not in a hurry. You work, work for now. In a week, all documents will prepare. And then you will start. In the meantime, do not clog your head with this. Understood?
– That’s for sure.
“Well, go, son,” the colonel slapped Agramov on the shoulder. – Work.

A week later

Igor stood clinging to the https://skolcasino.uk edge of the sink and stood up in the mirror. He did not remember that he was ever worried as much as this morning. Even at the first detention, when that robber, Mirtov suddenly opened fire from Pamem. Although, perhaps, then it was worse.
Agramov swallowed a sedative, took a deep breath and left the apartment.
There was already a car at his entrance. Ordinary Gazelle. Nearby stood a driver, Sasha Muratov. He smoked, periodically glancing at the night sky.
– Great, Igor. Let’s go?
“Hi,” Agramov shook his outstretched hand. – Yes, they drove.
He climbed into the car.
“Grigory Timofeevich, forensic expert,” a short man with bald patches in thin glasses introduced himself. – We will be familiar. The rest are already in place.
– Igor Vladimirovich, – Agramov nodded uncertainly in response.
The car abruptly left the court of Agramov and rushed through the night city, gaining speed.

***
Agramov jumped out of the gazelle and loudly pulled fresh night air, rubbing his hands.
“Come on,” the doctor said. – They are waiting for us.
-Yes, of course.
There were only garages around, they drove up to one of them. The expert quickly walked inside the garage. Igor looked around – Sasha also got out of the car and smoked, looking the other way. Agramov went after the doctor.
He was scared, fear was disgustingly crawling inside, tickled the insides. I had to imperceptibly jerk my shoulders, trying to at least somehow expel the vile sensation. Without result.
He already realized that these were several garages interconnected.
In one of them stood a regular desk. A thin man with black hair in an impeccable suit was sitting behind him. Prosecutor. Nearby two young guys, the peers of Agramova.
-Hello, my name is Viktor Pavlovich Sukhoveev,-the prosecutor rose from the table.
Agramov introduced himself.
A young man sat at the table at the table. He swayed softly, sitting in a chair and gathering quietly. Hands were handcuffed behind their backs.
“Well, let’s start,” Sukhoveev said, sitting down at the table. – Surname, name, patronymic?
Igor already realized that it was sentenced.
“Vasily Sto-Tepanovich Me-Menshov,” the suicide bomber stutter.
– So … you are charged under Article 131 of the Criminal Code of the Russian Federation for rape Grigoryeva minor. You find your guilt?
“Ahhh,” Menshov howled. – Have mercy, what is the TOO, aaaa ..
The prosecutor looked at him, signed something in paper and said:
– Well … let’s.
Agramov uncertainly approached the sentenced. A second guy stood nearby. He grabbed him tightly by one hand, Igor by the other.
“Ahhh, let me a little more, well, please …” the suicide bomber chopped around with tears. Menshov began to scream, wriggle and kick, but agramov sharply hit him in his stomach, and the suicide bomber bent in half. The guys pushed him into a small room nearby. Menshov suddenly stopped twitching. He stood his back to the members of the group, straightening up like an idol. The body was trembling.
The prosecutor handed Agramov an ordinary Paem with a silencer. Igor sharply raised the gun and took aimed exactly in the head of Menshov.
„Remember what he did …”
The shot was almost not heard, the gun only jerked in his hand. Blood and scraps sprayed to the sides and the body slowly fell forward.
Igor exhaled. Sukhoveev quickly took his gun from him, which he almost dropped.
The doctor went to the corpse and crouched, checking him on the signs of life. I got up.
– Dead. Write down.
The prosecutor drew up a document under which the doctor with Igor signed and he himself. Agramova almost turned to the table while he signed.

The group went outside. Agramov eagerly swallowed night air. Anything, but not the plungy of this garage.
– Well, I will take the doctor and Igor, good? – asked Sasha.
– I’m going with you. Artem and Nikita will go now to bury the body. So I’m with you … – the prosecutor said a little bewildered. – Throw me home then.

***
Agramov, without feeling legs, burst into the apartment. First of all, he went to the kitchen, where he grabbed a bottle of vodka and swallowed eagerly and eagerly, until he felt that he would be a little more and turned him out. After Igor stuck to his bed and, without undressing, collapsed at her, instantly falling into black.

The mobile phone on the nightstand vibrated low. Without looking, he grabbed the phone. Artem called.
– Hello, that … you? – croaked in the phone Igor.
– Great, go to football today. – Agramov could swear that Trofimov was smiling at that moment. He always smiled.
-You know, I got sick of something, I won’t go anywhere today. The head, you know, is split. Come on someday.
– Come on, that you are deoxid! Let’s have fun, at the same time and your head will pass.
Igor closed his eyes. The head really threatened to crack at the seams.
– I tell you seriously, got sick. Today it will not work.
Trofimov sighed disappointedly.
– Well, as you know. Get well there.
Surely he smiled again, thought agrames with anger.
– Come on, see you.
Agramov, swaying, stood up and, leaning his hand on the walls, somehow reached the bathroom.
The cold of water was almost not felt and he, bending into the bathroom, put his head under the ice stream. Streams of water ran down the back and chest, dripping to the floor. It became easier.
He tried to remember why vodka got drunk yesterday. He looked at the mirror and saw in the reflection of brownish dried spots on a crumpled shirt. I remembered ..
The cold of the pistol, the heat of blood splashes, the roar of the fallen body. Everything fell into place. He killed a man for the first time. That is, he had to shoot before. But it never reached the murder. Especially to this. Fir in the back of the head to an unarmed person. He was mentioned again ..
He knew what he signed for. He was confident in his willpower. So what happened? Probably it would be with everyone. After all, the murder is far from simple as it may not seem to you after a hundred murders of virtual opponents. It is very difficult and not only because of the holiness of human life. Imagine a picture hangs in front of you. The picture is gloomy and rather unpleasant. But you still feel her … importance. Its significance in art. You feel that its device is truly grandiose. And now imagine that you need to break it from the wall and tear it to shreds. Break the frame, break the canvas. It will be hard for you, isn’t it? Destroy a work of art, full of meaning and significance and beauty?! Despite the gloom? Pretty difficult.
And with the murder of any, even the most foul person. You heard his words. You felt his emotions. Despite his moral ugliness, it is difficult for you to stop the life of this ugly and vile, but … Still, works of art. You realize that only one pressing of the hook will destroy the whole universe. Albeit naked and mutilated.
Agramov left the bathroom. I didn’t want to eat. Thoughts about food caused nausea. He suddenly remembered the face of the murdered. Thin, with sharpened features of a dead man. Colorless hair. Small goat beard. He could not see his eyes in the twilight garage, but they were brown in the face that he dreamed of. Probably because many of his acquaintances had such eyes ..
He felt that because of the call of Trofim he did not get enough sleep. But can he get enough sleep normally in the next decade? Agramov grinned bitterly and suddenly loudly extinct in the silence of the apartment.

– Grandfather! And tell me how you beat the Nazis, ”Igor Igor asked joyfully smiling joyfully.
Grandfather Efim Maksimovich went through the whole war from his hometown to Berlin. Grandfather was a Belarusian. Igor loved his grandfather for his stories about the combat past. Grandpa was tall in his youth, but old age bent him.
“Igor, what else can you tell you,” Grandfather’s grandson put his grandson on his knee.
– About the first time!
– As I first visited the battle? – grandfather asked thoughtfully.
– Yes! How the Nazis flooded you, and you held!
Efim Maksimovich bit his lip, thinking where it would be better to start.
– Hmm, well, listen. It was my first fight. Our company was given an order – to gain a foothold in a village, the name of which I forgot. Well, we entered that village. There were still a little residents of the locals, and they greeted us joyfully. They fed, beat. Our commander, Lieutenant Mirokhin ordered my department to gain a foothold in the church. That is, in the church, as in Russian. The church was almost on the outskirts of the village. I lay down on a bench in the church. Woke up when my comrade Savka Gorbunov began to slow me down. I say to him so sleepily: “Savv, what happened?”And he to me: -” The Germans go to the village „.
– How many?
– scouts of two hundred people counted.
Here I hear – a stationary machine gun rumbled. Our Maxim, which we put out the window when we fixed. Some German screamed something, well, it began. I grabbed my PPSh and to the church window. I look so carefully and see – on a hill, six hundred meters from the church Fritz. They stick out and shoot. Suddenly, the German line was straight along the window, where I stood. Stone crumb spit, I scratched my cheek. I immediately thumped to the floor, my heart is pounding like a crazy. Scary! Mirokhin, bent over to me, runs up and ..

***
– Private Agram! Get up!
Mirokhin grabbed the PPSh agram and put the machine gun. Then he roughly grabbed the scruff and, sharply lifting, pushed to the window. Agramov awkwardly intercepted the submachine gun and gave a long line towards the Germans. The barrel lifted up sharply.
– Fima! – shouted Savva.
– What?
– Bitch, rod and rod. Where there are so many of them? – Gorbunov asked desperately.
– Where does it come from. Do not be afraid, we’ll shoot a thousand Germans with you, now we have to hold on.
Agramov could swear that he personally killed one German. Hands shook from the awareness of his first murder, Efim sobbed somehow strangely. But in front of the church the explosion of a German grenade thundered, which returned it to his senses. Suddenly a settled on the floor Fomochkin, holding both palms by the shot throat. He sprinkled, blood poured out of his mouth, and fell to the floor. Agamov, panting heavily, looked, without looking up, from the corpse of a colleague. A fresh spot was blurred around Fomochkin’s head. Agramov swallowed. Only now it dawned on him that the comrade was standing behind Maxim. The Germans, having left the machine gun fire, began to act decisively. German machine gunners walked along the windows of the church. Bullets snapped along the walls, knocking out the crumbs. Agrams and comrades lay down on the ground, afraid to rise. Fire did not weaken on the windows, preventing him from leaning. Nobody dared to get up for the machine gun.
– Uuu, dogs. Not suitable for anything, ”growled Mirokhin and ran to the machine gun. Then, widely swinging, threw a fragmentation grenade towards the fascists. Thumped the explosion, and the fire for a split second stopped. This was enough for Mirokhin to stand behind the machine gun and open the overwhelming fire on the Fritz.
– What, smoked, nits?! – yelled Mirokhin. – Guys, hit them from all the trunks to know ..

***
An hour later everything was over. Agramov walked, lowering his hand with PPSh, among the corpses of the Germans. The eastern outskirts of the village of the Nazis managed to break into the trenches, but in a brutal hand -to -hand combat Fritz were destroyed.
Savva ran to him with German chocolate in his hand, apparently removed from one of the corpses.
– You will? – Smiling and chewing, asked Gorbunov. – Tasty, infection.
Instead of answering, Efim sharply turned away and, bent over, began to puke to the ground.
– Fim, Fim, what are you? – asked Savva bewildered. – What are you.
Agramov did not answer, but only looked, clamping his mouth, at the German body torn by a machine -gun burst. The German was still alive.

***
– God forbid you, Igor, to be in the war. It’s all terrible ..
– I’m brave, grandfather! I’m not afraid of anyone! – seriously answered him Little Igor.
– It’s not a courage here ..
Not in courage.

“You were right, grandfather. And then I didn’t understand you. I thought that courage was enough. That with courage everything is on the teeth. I was mistaken, grandfather … was mistaken, ”thought Agramov, sitting in his office.
Suddenly the head of the department entered the room, Andrey Komissarov.
– Agamov, on the Kropotkin firearm. Catch Prokhorchuk with Kotov and went.
“Yes,” Igor answered.
Agramov got up, went to the exit and took off his old jacket from the hanger. The skin was rubbed, but he did not want to spend money on a new one.
– That’s it, come on, come on, come on, – commissars hurried.
They left the office.
The road to the crime scene turned out to be without traffic jams … A slight fog fell on the city, the sky was clouded, and it was about to rain. “Yes, the atmosphere is like in a movie,” thought Agramov. The romanticism of his work has not yet disappeared, and he loved such moments. Childhood, of course. But he liked it.
The car sharply turned into the gateway and stopped in a small courtyard. Agramov and Prokhorchuk went out and went for the boss to the ambulance and the body lying on the asphalt.
A familiar expert quickly approached.
“Hello, Grigory Timofeevich,” Agramov greeted and immediately cursed himself for carelessness. Information about the group was completely secret, and with his greeting he almost betrayed it.
“Both you and you,” the doctor answered absently.
“Well,” he said, turning to Komissarov. – Firearm wound. The bullet entered exactly in the heart. Either amazing luck, or we are dealing with a professional. They did not find a sleeve, the killer took her with him.
“Hmm, then maybe a professional, since he thought out everything,” the commissioners answered thoughtfully. -There is something else important?
– Not yet. It was not possible to establish the identity, there are no documents. Everything else after the examination, ”Lisitsyn answered and moved to the body.
The operatives went after him.
-So, Prokhorchuk, interview the inhabitants of the apartments, suddenly saw something. Kotov! Go out into the street, ask sellers in stores, stalls … Maybe they saw the killer.
“There is,” the opera answered unstromely and dispersed.
– Who found the body? – asked the commissars.
A small peasant of about fifty came to them. In appearance – an ordinary drunkard in a crumpled jacket, trousers in the same state and abrasion on the cheekbone.
– You?
“Yeah,” the peasant answered.
“Get agramov so far,” Komissarov said.
Igor mentally sighed because of the need to interrogate this type. But what can you do.
– Name, surname?
“Kupriyanov Pavel,” the drunkard said in displeasure with displeasure.
– You turn me yet. Tell me what you saw.
– I am going, I mean here according to Kropotkinskaya then. I’m going, then yeah. Suddenly I hear the cotton so quiet. At first I did not attach any values ​​how a man quickly leaves the courtyard. I somehow glanced aside, but I didn’t notice me. So I go here, but here this … lies, – finished Kupriyanov.
– How the person was dressed?
“Well, in the jacket was leather, black and sports also black, striped,” Kupriyanov answered readily.
– What looked like outwardly?
– Yes, a bald head is such, such an ordinary face ..
– Okay, you will go with us, we will compose a photobot.
The drunkard already wanted to step aside, when suddenly Agamov stopped him.
– You touched the body?
“Ah, no, of course, I’m afraid of the dead,” I looked constrainedly towards the drunk.
Agramov stepped close to Kupriyanov and grabbed him with one hand by the collar.
– I will turn my pockets for you, nits?
The drunkard was jerking off, his face was disgusted.
“Well, I took three hundred wooden, I will give everything,” Kupriyanov whined, pulling out a piece of paper out of his pockets.
Agamov sharply hit the drunkard in his stomach so that he bent in half. But the iron hand straightened it right there.
– In a monkey, there would be no time. So far, wait and wait.
Helpas went to a safe distance, rejoicing that he was easily escaped.
Agramov went to the corpse and froze. Familiar mole. A familiar face. His brother lay in front of him.

– Igor, Igor, carefully. What are you? – the head of the department rushed to the swaying Agramov.
– This is … my … brother. My brother … – Agamov said slowly.
Komissarov looked concern about Igor’s face.
– You are serious? Sure?
– I am sure, of course. He is …, – Igor said in a fallen voice.
“Ahem, I sympathize with your grief, Igor … And yet we need to find out the personality of the murdered person, the kind of activity … You understand,” Komissarov said softly. -Someone has water?
The orderly came up briskly and handed the Agrakum a bottle of water. Igor grabbed her and took a couple of sips.
– My brother … Agramov Maxim Vladimirovich., – Closing his eyes answered Igor.
– What I did? – asked the commissars.
– The businessman was … We have not talked about him lately recently, but I know that he is the owner of a network of supermarkets … was,-Agramov took a deep breath.
– That is, you do not know, he had any problems, graters with competitors?
“No, they didn’t communicate especially,” Igor said.
– Motive … The motive is most likely purely business. Competitor, all things …, – the boss was silent. – And what did he do here at all? He lives here?
Agramov remembered that his brother lived somewhere in the center. And this is the center?
– No, not here.
– Oh how. To visit, or something came? Or to meet with a killer?
Suddenly to them, panting, Prochorchuk ran up.
– In general, here the woman saw everything. She pour flowers to the window and saw everything. He says that a man who was killed that is ..
“This is Igor’s brother,” the commissars interrupted for a second.
– What? Seriously? Sorry, Igor did not know … I sympathize … So, the dead went into the yard, and then into the house. Fifteen minutes later he went outside, the killer was already sitting at the entrance. Well, the dead goes out, passes by the killer, and he gets up and tells him something, pulling out the trunk. Your brother turned and that bullet and planted him. Then quickly picked up the sleeve and went to the corpse. Then something from behind the bosom from the dead was pulled out and dumped.
– Here it is … And what the killer looked like, did not say?
“He was dressed in black in black,” answered Prokhorchuk.
-As our familiar drunk and said … Now, we must call Kotov, he is something for a long time.
Komissarov took out a mobile phone and scored an operative.
-Hello, Serega, learned something? Your mother. Okay, come back, – commissars disconnected.
– So, step, but you did not find out who the murdered? – asked Komissarov Prokhorchuk.
– I interviewed the residents, no one saw and heard anything. One apartment locked.
Komissarov was silent for thoughtfully.
– Okay, then we will examine the apartment then, there is no warrant yet.
The operatives went to the car standing on Kropotkinskaya Street. The body was loaded in the corpse, and agramov thought how he was all sophisticated. Corpses, corpses … now brother. Parents need to call … what he will tell them? And how? Cold-spent or mournful? Tragically or calmly? He and his brother talked mainly for a long time in childhood … Yeah, I would never have thought that I would have to rack your head over such a dilemma. He suddenly really wanted to get drunk, good that tomorrow Sunday. Maybe you don’t have to go anywhere. And and if you have to hell with him.