Духин Аркадий - мрачный киллер
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Gloomy killer Vasily Pribluda
Walked along the street in a black cloak.
His soul was foul
From your work and in general.

Under a raincoat along with a patch "Kent"
And a visit by Tursun-Zade
The client’s photo was hidden
And weapons of the TT brand.

Snow lay like a trace of kefir
In the undamned glass at the bottom.
The whole advance payment for an order for a banker
He was spent on a fur coat to his wife.

And besides Seryoga Mongol
It was necessary to bring a duty
Yes, even to a music school,
Where the son sawed on the violin.

He has a fucking in these troubles
Somehow everything was not according to the mind.
He has not sat in restaurants for a long time,
And he ate in the dining rooms "Mu-Mu".

And when he dropped someone's pictures,
From the pants, scooping up rubles,
Prostitutes from the city of Khimki
They mocked him as they could.

And not having trembled from laughter,
They said every time:
“You are probably a poor photographer?
So remove us on the hundredth! "

There was everything to do it disgusted,
But to be aware of everything,
That he worked as if free
And I went to kill for free.

He obviously did not fartie in life,
The lighthouse did not blink him happiness.
It turned out that as a chikatilo,
He is not a killer, but just a maniac,

That in this country in heat or in a cold,
Where he is destined to survive,
Even the most miserable soul
It is impossible to sell for money.

But he was not all his life Judah,
But there was a candidate for the master,
And athletes in bed with stray
With orgasms, "Hurray!"

And the port spilled the river,
And I wanted to hug the whole world,
And in general there was another time ...
Eh, what is there to remember now!

Here with such a gloomy Duma
Gloomy in the morning, at the appointed hour,
Walked Vasily Smurby and Sullen
Follow your criminal order.

He entered the gateway calmly,
Stood, looked around the neighborhood,
And, having drove three cartridges into the clip,
He leaked into the closed entrance.

And from the thirty -ninth apartment,
Completely not feeling fear
Out: Banker bodyguard
And banker Leonid Trachtenbach.

He, of course, was cool and successful,
I played with tennis players,
Drive his greens in the country
And he had a charter capital.

What allowed him like a bird,
Fly abroad every other day,
Engage in the promotion of the singer
From the Salon of clothing "Shagren"

And in general - live for the good of the Fatherland
With a carefree soul of a saint
And do not think about the mortality of life,
Engaged in her bustle.

Refreshing the Miller beer in the morning
He left his apartment ...
- Victor, look, is there a killer there?
I can't see, at least kill!

Bugaina named Victor,
Looking at the stairs, dark span,
He said with an expression as an announcer:
- Yes, as if worth it, an idiot!

- Now, now he will put on gloves
And his eyes bristles like a beast ...
So, Victor, and all because of the money,
All garbage because of money, believe me ...
Here you are reasonable, eternal sowing
And here they take you to the sight ...

- Exactly so, Leonid Moiseich,
If only he had a conscience or something!
How many killers you have seen
Everyone thought the coolest.
Only they all played in the box,
And you are here, because a saint!
At least in the brains would have a gyrus,
What evil we don’t want to be angry ...

- You know what, do not scold him, Victor,
Do not judge and you will not be judged!

He turned on these words,
It was as if he gave a signal to the bell.
The killer shot and ... missed,
He shot again and ... did not hit.

So with a cloudy morning early,
Speaking of good and money,
The guard left the entrance
And banker Leonid Trachtenbach.

And in the entrance under the influence of a miracle
The door wide open
Killer Vasily Pribluda cried
About his hard fate.