- Well? The café go or in a movie? - One night asked Kyra.
- Come to the movies. There are a number of auto - zaydёm the road.
- Oh my God! Yes, as you can! Do you love someone - me or this piece of iron?
- Why are you mad ?! - Adam wondered. - Can I be the more some interests in life.
- Yes, you even look at you! - Kyra pointed to Adam T-shirt on which was a picture of the BMW. - And that's what? - She pointed at clutched in his fist Keychain with BMW sign. - And this? - She tried the chain with the BMW letters on his neck. - What is this if not an obsession?
- Well, every man has to be a dream - was justified Adam.
- Adam, is not a dream! This clinic!
- Well, come on, do not swear ...
They still go to the movies, and Adam still went into the showroom. Kyra agreed to wait on a bench in the park.
In the showroom, Adam has long become familiar.
- Adam, just do not touch the car hands - warned his manager car dealership.
For ten minutes, Adam spent near novёhonkoy BMW, and when he remembered about Kaire, suddenly saw a neighbor on the landing.
- ABOUT! Hi, Adam! - A neighbor said. - The machine looking out?
- No, I just went to see.
- But I'm buying - proudly told neighbor and patted him on the shoulder.
To a neighbor with a dedicated showroom manager hurried smile.
Adam went to the square.
- Well? Satisfied? - Kaira asked irritably.
- Just look. Over there is my neighbor. He came to buy a car - said Adam, breathless.
- So what? You will earn and buy too.
- Earn money! Do you know what he earns? Drug trade, the bastard.
- How do you know that?
- We all say.
- And what happened to your head is not all right, you do not say anything more? Let's go already.
Adam trudged over Kairi, looking toward the cabin where his neighbor with the manager by the arm went around his beloved BMW. Of course, the neighbor was allowed to sit in the car, touched her dashboard, leather seats feel.
Adam returned late at night in his room, which is rented cheaply pensioners. The whole room was uvesheny posters with the car of his dreams, and all of its shelves lined with miniature models.
BMW - the most expensive and most tech machine. So thought Adam. And his opinion should have listened, because he was very well read in this area.
In the morning, he saw his dream. She stood at the door, and here she looked more beautiful than on posters or in the showroom.
Some merchant of death was, as he wanted, the car of his dreams, did not care about her, and not even washed this divine creation. But he, Adam, so sincerely loving it, can not even sit in it! How unfair this world!
So Adam was thinking a few days, and finally take the car idea stuck in his fevered brain. The neighbor was clearly not worthy of BMW.
Adam found out, which is a drug dealer, and soon the hour "X" arrived.
Adam stood on the highway outside the city. He knew that soon from warehouses must pass a drug dealer on the BMW. Of course he knows a neighbor, voting on a deserted road and stops. And so it happened. Adam finished with him via choke. Where only the forces took the puny, thin and always hungry student!
When the drug dealer's body fat was thrown into a ditch, like Adam was born again. Love of life is now his. He was the happiest man on earth. In the car were very handy notebook and thick wallet with money - a great bonus to the magnificent machine.
Adam drove into the garage, inherited from his grandfather. In the trunk he found a bag of white powder costing probably several such machines. Adam slammed the package for the garage door, and all the powder white dust settled on the ground, on it and by car. Then he changed the license plates already prepared.
Now let others envy! Adam drove to restaurants and shops, and everyone's attention to it as a BMW owner led him into raptures. Adam pulled up and to the university, where she studied Kaira.
When Kyra passed the BMW, Adam stepped out of the car:
- Girl, you a lift?
From Kaira eyes widened in surprise:
- Where did you get that?
Adam, proud and happy, smiled frostily.
- A neighbor gave a ride?
Adam nodded vaguely.
- Let's go have lunch on my machine? - Adam suggested.
Kaira got into the car, slamming the door.
- You're so slam? - Adam shouted.
- It's nothing I have not clapped - justified Kaira.
- Do you know how much it costs? And you know what I've done for her?
Here Adam thought blurted out too much, and changed the subject:
- How to Study?
- Normally, - resentfully said Kyra.
When BMW stopped at a cafe, Kyra out of the car and, fearing to slam the door, but closed it. Adam decided to show how to close the door of a car, such as BMW, but he is left with only the fifth time. Then he also zealously began to fiddle with the door on the driver side. Kyra shook her head and went into a cafe.
- Yes, you slap the door, not to stroke her, - advise someone of the visitors cafe.
- Fuck you all! - Adam snarled through clenched teeth. - Houses, perhaps, could not eat - dragged me here ...
- Where have you dug this? - Kairu asked the same person.
Kyra blushed. She has long wanted to offer Adam cease to meet, but all postponed. Now Kyra decided that the offer to leave as soon as Adam dovezёt it to the student hostel.
Adam finally closed the door and joined Kaira. In the cafe, he continued his favorite theme of the BMW car. He talked about the engine, the gearbox, the oil ring. Kaira said nothing, she looked wistfully at the sides.
- Do not you wonder? - Adam asked.
- Very interesting! Especially for oil control rings. Better to take me to the hostel.
- Well, - he said Adam annoyed and began to rummage through his pockets in search of money for the calculation of the waiter. - Kyra, pay for me, please. Money is something left in the car, and once again slam the door does not want to.
- I'll pay, do not worry.
They came out of the cafe. Kyra waited for Adam opens the car. However, Adam went to see BMW: where there are no scratches, if the body smeared.
When finished viewing, Adam opened the car. Sitting in it, Kyra quite slam the door.
- What are you, crazy fool? Painting after crack! - Adam flared.
- Fuck you and your Lyalko! Idiot patient - Kyra out of the car and already with all his might slam the door.
- You - stupid bitch! - Adam yelled, jumping out of the car. - For I will next BMW never seen!
Kyra left without looking back.
Adam bent front door, which has cost so rude Kaira. Fortunately, the cracks are not formed.
- Do not cry, my dear, more of this bitch here, and the spirit will not. Now only you and I, we no longer can not hurt - Adam stroked the door.
Then he got into his car and patted the dashboard:
- Everything will be fine, my dear, do not worry. Now I carefully closed the door, and we go.
Fumbled for a moment, the man closed the door. He drove home, took the things and went to live in the garage.
In the evening he spent at BMW, where he played in the once inaccessible "Tetris", found in the glove compartment. From time to time he went out of the car, rubbed it with wax, kissing the bumper or hood. He slept in the car, naked, like a girlfriend.
Five days later, Adam remembered that he had forgotten the house chain with BMW lettering and decided to go to the apartment.
On the street a drizzling rain. Adam got into the car, turned the key in the dashboard lit up the bulb.
- You probably do not want to go, my dear, in this weather? Well, nothing, darling, why do not I'll go on the bike, and you've got you wait.
Adam took the keys from the ignition and put them in the glove compartment. The door did not shut down, for fear of causing your favorite pain.
- All right, do not be sad, my love, I'll be ... - Adam kissed goodbye hood.
Meanwhile, in the kitchen of his house sat two police, they questioned the owners of The Lodger.
- Such a good boy! Nobody drove here, so quiet, neat. You would not believe that it is something bad could do - said the hostess.
Adam went to his room, took off the windowsill chain was then nabbed him and the police. He immediately understood.
- Error, probably - the hosts were perplexed.
Happiness in a few days long over.
Adam left so many traces that it simply could not catch: a drop of blood on a noose, hair, traces of shoes - all led to it.
Adam confessed everything in details how to kill a drug dealer, but neither request nor threats forced him to confess where the BMW. Police needed a vehicle for investigation, and in another case: a drug dealer in the apartment taking the drug. But Adam could not even imagine that his beloved taken away boobies and police, which, of course, have no idea how hard it is necessary to close the doors of this machine as a BMW.
At the hearing there was no one except the judges and protection. Adam dreamed of his BMW and caged in the dock. The court announced the verdict: twenty-six years in prison.
Adam was surprised the guard asked, they say, as it - twenty-six. The guard silently pushed him out of the cage.
Over the years, not one person has changed his double chamber.
- Why did they put me, do not even know - asks one of them (he was caught behind the distribution of child pornography). - Well, one heifer invited to play in a movie. I did not know that this mare, who looked about thirty years, yet eighteen. I do not understand: is the girl on the box bare chest, and chest immediately close the black square. But when a man tear off head off these shots savor all the television world. It appears that God has done - it is bad, but the diabolical machinations - this is normal. And in the movie - you look, what they are doing! Sex, which all involved - is evil, and fill the screen with tons of blood - it's ok ..!
Another inmate, who was sitting for theft, ever complained about life.
- Well, I'm ordering in a restaurant with a potato side dish - he argued - and please bring a drink of milk. Well, the waitress asks in surprise: "Milk" I say yes. It brings it milk, and there is already crawling to me looking like an idiot. Now, if I ordered a Coke - that would be fine, although it's not normal! But if the milk, then you are a moron. Here and in life: doing something normal, and you're an idiot and act like a scoundrel, then, tough guy. Although in reality you are a piece of shit.
It happened to Adam and conflict with fellow inmates.
- That's imagine that you wanted to make a movie - told him the writer, he sat down for hooliganism. - Come to the producer you are, and you say: "But the scenario you who the bad guy?" And you say to them: "Chinese." And they tell you, "No, this will not work, we now have to build relationships with China. In order not to reduce the box office, even better would be a major freak Mongol ... "You know what kind of crap it turns out? A small defenseless country willing to humiliate, just to get more money, there you have it, Adam. And you think they'll stop at this? No! They'll say, "Let's do from your action movie comedy melodrama? On the comedy more people walking! "Well, you cut one in all this crap? You came up and wrote a good script, and some kind of freak you, the creator with a capital letter, saying it will not, and that's it. And I told him: if you're so smart, then why the hell are you sitting here and not shoot himself? And he went out from him, quietly went down to the parking lot and burned a couple of machines. I remember, BMW is very good burning ...
- Fuck you and your movie! - Adam sprang from the bunk, he heard beloved combination of three sounds.
- And what, for a sore hurt? And you now imagine another scenario. In the chamber were two - one maniac who killed a man to go on a pile of painted metal, and the other - a fighter with this metal. And here they are together. Get up, piece of shit on a great fight. - Cellmate stood in a boxing pose and pushed Adam's shoulder.
Adam shouted:
- Shut up bastard ...
The cell door opened, went overseer:
- What's going on here?
- Nothing, sir, - assured the writer. - We are here with a colleague argued, what better car - "Mercedes" and BMW. What do you think?
- Bicycling - snapped overseer. - And so quiet it was here!
When the door is closed for the supervisor, writer changed the subject:
- No, you do not think about it. I am against violence and damage to property. A lot more than I care about the problem of immigrants. You know that there are different immigrants. There are also normal in a normal country, and there are ... well, not quite normal. But we have the same political correctness! We can not call them what they really are! - Here cellmate Adam switched to a whisper. - And this shit still dare to set their own rules in my country! Well, you know what I mean? ..
Slowly dripping time in prison. Adam grew old, but still dreamed of her only love.
He walked the twenty-fifth year of imprisonment. Once Adam hoisted the man who immediately pasted on a wall poster BMW. But it was much more perfect and beautiful machine than the one that was waiting for Adam's in the garage. "Probably the design study model of the future" - Adam thought. The TV was not in the chamber, and Adam did not know how the world is changing. Despite all the assurances of a new cellmate that BMW has such a romp around the world, the man did not believe him. It is generally believed only what he wanted to believe.
And then came the day when sorokashestiletny almost an old man out of jail.
First of all, Adam walked to his car, popped down the road to the shop for a new battery. He believed the only thing that went wrong. In the garage doors are still adorned the spot of impact package drugs. "It is necessary to put into this shit myself!" - Adam thought. When he opened the gate ...
The sight shocked him. Beauty BMW turned into a heap of rusty iron. Wings-handsome, hood - everything, even the roof, rusted and leaky. The seat next to the driver was completely eaten leaked notebook battery ...
Adam established the BMW battery. He sat in the driver's seat, took the keys from the glove compartment. Alas, the miracle did not happen ...
The whole day he dug about BMW and still started the her. The car rattled though, but it worked. Adam went to sleep in the car because longer-then he had nowhere to go. Still feel to this machine it is no longer felt. In its speedometer just 641 miles, but what kind of old and smelly pimped!
And in the morning at the police station, where he ought to be noted, he went to BMW. Once all jealous, seeing Adam at the wheel, and now - everyone laughed, some of the bystanders even filmed on a mobile phone pile of rusted scrap metal on wheels.
On the way, he decided to call in for auto parts. And here's another humiliation: he parked next to BMW, which is seen on a poster in his cell. Moreover, in the showroom he met Kairu, who was walking with three kids. They immediately recognized each other. If Adam had not had the opportunity to meet, he would gladly took it, but to retreat and had nowhere to hide.
- Adam?
- Hi!
- For a long time no see ... Where are you now?
- Work - Adam lied.
- By whom?
- To sell the car.
- Probably, BMW ...
- Yes.
- Seriously?
- Yes, - Adam confirmed.
- You see how lucky you are! Doing things you love. This is my husband, Frank, - introduced Kyra approached the man. - And this is Adam.
- I have a lot of Kaira told - Frank said.
- I can imagine that it could tell!
- No, it's ok. All of us in the childhood of something dreamed.
Heat goodbye to Adam, they came out of the showroom, and sat in the very same BMW, which was parked near the Adam. Adam tears flowed.
Here, on the freedom of every hour he killed Adam.
At the gas station, Adam bought several cans of gasoline and went to the dump.
There he wept for a long time in the car, then got out, picked up a piece of rusty pipe and started hitting the windows BMW. "For you, bitch! On! It's all because of you! "- Shouted Adam. Glass BMW coated fine web of cracks, cracked and scattered. But Adam rejected the pipe and fell to his knees and began to ask for forgiveness:
- I'm sorry, my dear, I do not like - it was blurred! I love you painted! More all will envy! Sorry! And do not think, please, that I want to burn you. Cans I bought to you once again not to call these dirty refueling!
Then Adam got into the car, took out the glove box of yellowed wallet with money, who flew from dilapidation. He took out his wallet driver's license a drug dealer, raised them above his head, struck a lighter:
- Forgive me.
Adam's heart like a dagger pierced. He was panting, gasping for air. He would give anything if only the pain is gone. Driver's license fell on the mat, the smoke appeared, and very soon the flames.
Adam fell out of the car. Hands did not obey. He crawled, pushing some legs, crawled from the car, which has burned brightly.
They began to explode the gasoline cans, and flames shot up several meters.
The fire is slowly dying, and pain as slowly retreated from the heart. And finally, from BMW was only a skeleton smoking. And only then Adam got up and went into the city. On the way, he never looked back.
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