To kill a pedophile (based on the story «To kill a rogue») English version
“Once there was a custom, according to this custom samurai could test his new sword on a first commoner, - and that is why when peasants saw a samurai they took off their straws and knelt down. “If a commoner treats a samurai impolitely, the samurai can kill this commoner”; - it was according to the law.”
It happened on the first of May, it was that times when our Country still celebrated this holiday. I was waiting for a telephone call, you would be astonished but there were not mobile phones. Oleg rang me up a little bit later that he had promised before and I ran down the stairs in a hurry. Huge crowds of demonstrators were gathering at our street in order to walk to the main square of our city a little bit later. I was almost blind because of red colors of the banners. Oleg had got keys from the roof.
It was more interesting to watch all these events from the roof. The roof was empty, there only were a lot of bottles near the guarding border. Those times there were not plastic bottles at all. From the roof crowds of demonstrators who were gathering together looked like ants. We picked up all the bottles which we had found and started dropping them down from the roof .We did not drop on the people that was the main idea of the game. We tried to aid the clear area between the crowds of people. Ahead of the column there usually was a bus or a truck embellished with a flag and trimmed with plywood. It was also very interesting to drop the bottles down on these vehicles. But the bottles came to an end and we stayed on the roof for several minutes. That time from all the exits to the roof the policemen started appearing. They started coming both singly and for several persons. That brought my heart into my mouth. Oleg behaved calmly. He told them that we had just come into the roof and there were several persons before us but they had already run away. They asked us where we lived and we answered joyfully that we lived in this house. We went down through the third entrance. Then we entered to the entrance of Oleg where the officer from the KGB was on his duty, he was dressed into civil form. He had color television set and in the box of his table there was a real gun. We asked him if he knew us and he confirmed at once. After several tedious minutes of whispering we were went bail. When the police went away Oleg asked the officer where he had taken his bicycle. The streets were still full of crowds of people and we could not manage riding on the bicycle. We found a silent place on the embankment where we could even hide in the forest. We sat on the grass silently; I did not remember detailed discussions. We had a lot of children's adventures and emotional experience ahead…
We met each other after many years when I came to my native town from the distant places beyond the polar Ural.
Somebody was shooting at night at our silent street and that is why we preferred to live in the closed and well-guarded holiday village.
I learnt how to shoot and how to work on the computer. I also was learning how to drive a car. New people were appearing and escaping and they all had one name - Instructor…Then all these people suddenly escaped and I got free time.
It is said that it is impossible to forget both the first women and the first rogue but this is bullshit. I remember the names of several women and I try to remember nothing what can make me be upset.
The son of Oleg was growing up and I was asked to be occupied with him.
If I am not mistaken it was in autumn. The boys were sitting in the club “Golden Dolls”, they were talking, drinking absinth and watching the strip - show…
Oleg came to them and I that time stayed near the doors. His boy already knew why we had come.
For all that we were preparing for the whole summer with him.
- It is time –it is time for what?
- It is high time we killed the rogue! – Oleg was smiling.
We came out of the club to the street and then to the parking place where there was a Hammer. Oleg opened the rear door and we saw laid out weapons: there were guns, sniper rifle, different carbines, shotguns, submachine guns – there was a whole armory. It was the tradition; the boy had to choose the weapon.
In our shooting range he learnt how to shoot from the whole types of weapon even from those which were not there. But now it is a surprise for him and he does not know what weapon to choose. Oleg noticed his indecision.
- It would not be interesting to kill the rogue from the submachine gun, -told he – Just only if you use the UZI, but you should divide him in two, if you manage to o it then it will be cool. Without it there will only be a sieve and that is not cool. If you use the gun you also should have some skills in order to shoot the rogue between his eyes. The sniper rifle is just for the girls.
The boy remembered my lessons and chose the automatic Kalashnikov and the bullets with displaced center of gravity.
I knew that Oleg had already tried everything even the crossbow. I got into the driving seat and the boy opened the hatch to the roof. It is not a safari, smiled Oleg…
The rogues use the underground, minibus and cheap jalopy cars. And that is why we should catch them into the appropriate places. I chose the underground. It was already late by this time the rogues had already returned from work. We found only unaesthetic old men, young people with beer in their hands and adverse women. I was thinking about going to the Khrushchev district where we would find a rogue when he would be carrying the trash out but suddenly we were fortuned. One rogue came out of the underground, he was exactly that person what we needed: he was middle aged, dressed into old shabby Chinese or Turkish jacket – it was awful! He had down –at-heel shoes and a leather peaked cap on his head. He also had a case in his hands. Yeah, yeah the case was under a big professional photo camera!
He walked by the stalls, turned round the corner and walked through the area to the long house where the rouges lived like in the anthill. They even call these anthills their flat. They also call these houses “house-ship». It is pretty funny!
As I was familiar to this place because I had already driven around near this underground railway station I knew what to do. I pushed the accelerator firmly drove out to the area between the house and the rogue and pushed firmly the breaks on the made by walking path of the rogue and at the same time I rolled out my car at 180 degrees. The door of the car was just in font of the rogue. The rogue stopped in his track and it was seen that he had no idea what was going on. The boy took the automatic Kalashnikov which was clutched between his kneels; he pushed the breech-block, chose the single cartridges then he opened the door of the Hammer and came out of the car. All these things took him only two or three minutes. The rogue glanced at him tremblingly and at that moment to my pleasure I saw that the rogue had thin glasses. "What a good luck” I talked to myself.
The boy was slow in his actions. The rogue took out his photo camera and started taking pictures of us. At the beginning his hand were shivering but a little bit later he calmed down.
The bullet shot him into his belly and came out from his neck. He fell down like an empty bag.
Oleg came out from the other side of the Hammer he came slowly to the rogue who was lying in the mud.
- You shot him from the one bullet!! That is my boy!!
He came back to the car and gave me a flask with cognac. It was already cold so the cognac was very useful for me. We treated the boy with coffee from the thermos. And Oleg ringing up the phone everyone he needed. First of all came the survey squad “NTV”, and a very pretty girl-newsperson asked the boy what feelings he had when he had killed the first his rogue. He was full with excitement and was hemming and hawing. The when we were watching it on the news I even was worry about it but Oleg said that the boy had looked very manly with the weapon in his hands. Then the policemen came to this place, Oleg gave 100 dollars the policemen, and he also gave 500 dollars the head policeman and they started dealing with the ceremonial functions. Already when the catafalque took away the body of the rogue a head policeman came to us if I am not mistaken he was a captain he returned a salute and told us that the name of the rogue was Slastyonoff and he had worked for the Met-Art as a lead photographer. Even I envied this boy that he had managed to kill such a cool rogue. It is not so easy to kill such a cool rogue. On the memory map of the photo camera of this rogue there were pictures of us and of young girls who were posing unskillfully.
It was told in the news that the boy had killed a very famous pedophile that was retrieved by the Interpol.
The telephone of the boy was bursting of all the calls. Ded rang him up and congratulated him with the first one and told him that a surprise would be waiting for him the following day. By the way the surprise was a new “Bentley”. Then his friends started calling him the message that he had killed such a cool rogue was spreading with the use of «sms» very fast through our familiars.
When we returned to the club there was a triumph there. Familiar and not businessmen, politics, deputies, senators, newspersons, writers, makeup artists, musicians and singers were coming to us they were shaking the hand of the boy, kissed him, they also were leaving their business cards. Then the best friend of Oleg called, that time he worked as a vice-president on Social Issues and told that he was very proud that his friend had such a nice son.
As it was expected – the rogue left his children – in the night club with the use of communicator I ordered and paid in the on-line shop television-game device Sony playstation-3 and I also bought his wife super modern kitchen machine – we are not fascists! – And I sent all these things with the use of DHL to the address which the cops had left us. Slastyonoff lived in Czech Republic and he came here only for taking shootings.
We continued our celebrating in our settlement, we went to our cottage house and there our neighbor who was on holidays at the place of their parents. She was resting from the study in Harvard. He made a pass at her long time ago but there were not signs of mutuality of her. And that day she came to him by herself and whispered something him.
I came up to the mansard and looked at the windows of the neighbor cottage house; our neighbor had taken away our boy there. Maybe he noticed the reflection of the binocular and that is why he pulled down the shades very quickly. We did not have to worry about the boy. I sat down and started searching through the internet and of course I clicked on my favorite Met-Art. Yeah, the alias of Slastenov was Slastyonoff on this site. I understood what familiar was in the last name of this rogue. I knew who had taken the shootings. He was the first rogue whom I remembered…
In addition, here is a discussion on the photo site about: http://www.photosight.ru/photos/3312041/