D2: Fucked honour but not conscience
-You should see her boobs! - while his potential client was delightfully nibbling on some student from all sides, the blond was rummaging through the pockets of his tobacco-soaked leather jacket for a crumpled packet of cheap cigarettes. Pulling out a paper casing, he greedily gulped it down, immediately slamming his palms into the pockets of his jeans, trying to find a lighter.
-And booty… - he lustfully continued, as if she were picturing the object of his adoration in front of him.
-Pussy! - after another failed attempt at lighting a cigarette, the smoker blurted out.
-He-he-he, her fingers haven't got to her yet," the client corrected cheekily.
-Go ahead, man… - his skinny interlocutor reacted indifferently, finally taking a long-awaited puff. - Or better yet, get the money," he exhaled a copious stream of tobacco smoke and felt a rush of unforgettable high. - I don't give a shit what drives your libido.
-Did you find it? - shivering with impatience, the client asked and choked on a stream of smoke.
-Inaccessibility is an illusion, you just have to know how to look for it,- he exhaled the rest of the tobacco and intuitively looked around to see if there was another "principled" weirdo hanging around the stairwell. - The first, money, - after briefly watching the client rummage around in his rucksack, he finally got his hands on some twisted banknotes. - Give me a second… - student carefully unfolded it and checked the authenticity of each paper thoroughly in the light. - That's all right," he said, and then he tucked the payment into the inside pocket of his leather jacket and pulled out a miniature bag. - You know you shouldn't shout about it on every corner, don't you?
-Of course, dude, - he said excitedly. - Listen, - after twirling the packet in his hands, the former client soon spoke less confidently. - Is this drug really as good as they say it is?
-Why I should know it? - having extinguished the bullock against the wall and made his mark on the history of local smokers, he also replied indifferently: - I‘m too busy for mixing drugs with alcohol and let alone push this mishmash of nothing on an unsuspecting girls.
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-Peek-a-boo, what are you doing? - a young female voice echoed near the landing, deeply embedded in his memory by its pretentiously suave manner of speech. - Smoking's bad for you, - as soon as the majestic shadow towered over the client's body, he immediately curled up and fled.
-It's not against the law to fuck up lungs," he commented angrily on her reproachful remark, trying not to spew out all the bile he'd accumulated since their last confrontation. - All the more, it's not your jurisdiction," he finally came out into the light and came face to face with his standard of righteousness within the walls of this shit-house.
-Really?! - she was indignant. - What if you're still selling nude pictures?
The guy's palm involuntarily clenched into a hard fist, ready to punch his interlocutor.
-One way or the other, - the brown-haired woman added with her hands at her sides: - You‘re the only familiar correspondence student that‘s why I had to torture you with questions, - noticing his intrigue, she showed him some screenshots of cringe correspondence from her student chat room.
-Oh, what are you expected? - the blond man responded sarcastically to her shocking discovery. - They need They need something to keep them busy until the next session, and our historian is the least grey-haired teacher in uni (he means university).
-It‘s disgusting! - the girl's ardent thirst for justice reawakened. - Now they would argue about the existence of a wife, then they would look for her, and in the end, those buzzers would be in trouble.
-Emilia, - the guy said her name dryly, - we‘re buzzers too.
-They're the smoker's buzzers! - She blurted out gustily, muffled when she heard a heavy cough.
-What are you up to? - The guy asked, coughing at last, with a touch of curiosity.
-Of course, a preventive conversation," she said earnestly, convinced of the efficacy of her idea. - What's so funny?! - The young woman was immediately indignant when she heard his laughter.
-Give it to me," taking the smartphone from her hands, he began to swiftly rummage through the dialogue files and select a suitable photo for the realization of the planned mischief. - It's already too late to play games with them, - bringing the speaker to his lips, he asked the piece intellect to generate a famous American singer near the teacher. - They'll fall for it, I bet.
-Mark, - the young woman snatched the phone away and muttered unhappily. - Not all people are degenerates.
-Really?! - he pulled a miniature dictaphone out of his pocket. - You're caught by the hand like a cheapskate.
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The preface
The prologue - D1: Stuffy squabbles
