The first time I saw Czeslaw I could not help the derisive smile. Its extremely dark, lush, disheveled head of hair falling onto his forehead, that covers the ears in a manner typical of the bad hair cut. Clearly asymmetrical face contorted brows, and in contrast to the dark-colored beard hair light blond, and characteristically extended lower jaw form a picture of wanton individual, who at every opportunity had to live on sexually wherever and whatever. Czeslaw repeatedly told me the story of his jacket, which is supposedly his great great grandfather got it from Napoleon Bonaparte as a reward for good housekeeping after caesarean pekińczyku. Bonaparte reportedly confided to his ancestors, even in a moment of weakness Czeslaw told him that a Pekingese that is perfectly minety semi-skilled to do that just loved Napoleon more than anything.
Now I look on the face of Czeslaw have the impression that I would never meet someone like him. I hated it for years, because he always tried to be better than others, and as a result and so I was always better. Czeslaw knew nothing, nothing he could do from beginning to end, and even if whatever he was able to complete it and this turned out to be a complete failure. Czeslaw tried to commit suicide, but that it did not work. He asked me whether I showed him how to make them correctly, but somehow I was just terribly time for such fun. I am that I was busy stacking puzzle with 5000 items - a view depicting a polar bear tearing apart a small hare. The whole scene look at the foxes and small fluffy ball courts. I remember that, until recently, Czeslaw had me feel sorry for the fact that I showed him how not to commit suicide.
special day for both of us was a wedding of his beloved Czech Karolina - horribly obese polytechnic student. I do not know what Carol saw in him, but love was to death. With the rest killed a week after the wedding when it became apparent that Czeslaw recorded secretly in the toilet sounds of her bowel movements, and later at odsłuchiwaniu onanizował these jęknięć, pierdnięć and the noise of flushing water. Carolina had cut off the foot the ball into the metal and bled in the bathtub. Apparently, go hear that you found it Czeslaw, drowned in a bathtub full of blood, he thought that Caroline has bought a pig and dropped her with her blood on his favorite sausage, so no wonder a lot filled with buckwheat and blood of his beloved wife of sheep intestines. Half the town zajadało the front device. Unaware of the rest of the pig Czesiek zapeklował - uwędził Carolina and the nearby allotments. Feet to this day not found ... .
Sometimes I wonder what he really was connected me with this monster in Czech? I guess only that they both liked to scratch needles after lamperiach staircases of old buildings. I remember Czeslaw relished and urine musty odor, which roztaczały staircases, was sort of a connoisseur of such odors. He told me then that he wanted to have the perfume, which smelled like mezzanine that houses the 29th Slavonic
as previously mentioned Czeslaw nothing he could do well so decided to become a politician. In a short time made a stunning career, a group founded by him called "Party People," occupied the top of the popularity charts. Czeslaw became an enemy No. 1 among others, existing leaders. Hate him so much that they decided to get rid of it at any cost.
remember when the postman on a cold January morning to throw the letter in my mailbox blue, old-fashioned envelope. For a long time I watched it from the window, hiding behind curtains. The letter was short. It contained only a few sentences wyklepanych on the machine:
Sir.
As we witness this type of service you also for the government, we ask the Honourable the Lord to remove from the political one junk yard, that the expression of us as he 's under the skin. It pollutes the environment so that we have made an irrevocable decision about his immediate disposal. Price does not play a role. Please reflect on our proposal and respond by writing to PO Box 789 - Warsaw.
Sincerely. DR
immediately guessed what is this garbage to pollute the environment ... . I did not want to be sentimental as a scum and I always hated everything that was connected with politics and politicians wrote back. My letter contained an affirmative answer, but also the sky-high - prohibitive as it seemed to me the amount paid for rubbish collection.
response provided courier. Money contributed to my account the same day.
sat with Czesław in a small café in downtown, imported smoked England Old Holborn tobacco, which is filled with incredible delight of my lungs. His delicately floral taste my lips contorted into a permanent grimace of a smile. Czeslaw got drunk in small sips espresso and hot chocolate pogryzał cookies. His casually chosen suit gave me with disgust.
- Take a walk on the boulevard - suggested.
- Oh, cool - Czeslaw replied - I have not walked everywhere in these limousines - Czesiek laughed.
- You see, when we had become friends, even in times of elementary, I always wondered what really kept us with them and really do not know to this day - drawled through his teeth - unless you know me well, no? - I asked, twisting a cigarette.
- Probably yes - Czesiek replied - a little bit of time poobdrapywało lamperii - smiling a full fledged ... .
- Well, that's you know you can not stand anything that involves politics. You should know - fired cigarette hiding in his coat pocket an envelope of tobacco, cigarette and lighter. - You should know ... .
- I know, I know after all I know, whore - nervous, "said Czeslaw - why do not we see each other quite as often as it once was, with the rest of me too I have no much time at once, you know the duties, ha ha ha - he laughed theatrically clearly been upset leader of "Party People"
creaking chilled with snow came the evening. I put the collar and fixed a scarf. We sat the Czeslaw river. Czeslaw stared into the distance, somewhere in the depths of the park. His eyes were dim and absent. A gentle smile adorning his mouth rozmywał asymmetric under the stream of blood flowing from his nostrils. He looked so innocent and peaceful. This poderżnięte throat even gave him the charm, he never had in life ... .
- and at night - I said to Czeslaw - I'm still a little to clean. Here.
a slow step, headed toward my house. It got late and cold when I took my squealed terribly steps in the soles of thrusting a thick layer of polystyrene snow. Park lanterns lit up the peach juice, light my future. I knew what I do now, have made the decision at the time when I was reading on the machine Tap the initials of the prime minister a letter signed - Daniel Rotta.
- Time for you, motherfucker, this enabled the same to me - I whispered through his teeth. Then I reached the wooden gate of my house. The door creaked and welcome kłapnęły teeth samozatrzaskującego the castle. It was almost 22.45.
not liked my Warsaw apartment. It was spacious and bright loft house located in the heart of the capital, modern design with beautiful abstract images of a completely unknown artist from Bytom. I do not know, I do not know why he did not like. Maybe just because it was here that left me, my wife, taking my baby daughter.
- Just finish the case and be looking up - told myself greasing slices of dark bread with mayonnaise. Prepared on a plate next to the cucumbers and tomatoes in fragrant olive oil, garlic, smiling be carefully dismembered pieces of feta.
- even a cup of coffee - I smiled to myself.
After breakfast I called Rotta office asking for a meeting. I wanted to talk to him personally, but strangely enough just went somewhere and was not in town. I left my phone number's answering machine. I knew that the call back to me as soon as he could. In the end no one was getting to him. One can say that it effectively "prepared ground" of his political career.
Approximately 15 of the phone said the self-extracting unbearable amount and quality of sounds.
- Here Rott, what is?
- Relax, do not panic, I have an interest to you - I said.
- How can I make it with you for an hour, hahahaha - already answered clearly laid back Daniel.
- Waiting.
Rott, of course, a lot of late. There is always late and never kept a word. Repeatedly disavowed his words and deeds. Sickening stench of his sweat, he tried to hide under the coat hyper-elegant suits and shirts flooded Chanell Egoiste perfume. Although the perfume was aptly suited to his personality. His glued to the remains of bald graying hair, overly large nose with pink and red stains, and drilling small holes in unspecified color image that complemented skurwysyńskiego, hypocritical scum. He was a fascist extreme right of the beat per kilometer of rural origin.
- Do not remove shoes Daniel - I said to him, knowing how his feet stink, rot for years in gumowcach.
- Well, let's get to the point - what is this business? he asked eagerly as if he had to choke his greed.
- drink something? - I dropped to the shoulder, coming - pure, whiskey, koniaczek?
- Give Pure.
I poured in a 50 gram glass and gave him. Daniel hałstem one tipped him and he drank. Grimace on his face was different than usual. Grabbed by the throat and tried to scream, but the hydrochloric acid from the glass effectively blown his throat with the vocal cords. Writhed like a worm.
- Bath time - I whispered in his ear - finally get rid of the smell once and for zawsze.Za remnant hair dragged him to the bathroom, where he was waiting in the tub bath with hydrochloric acid.
reloaded the gun, I made silencer on the barrel and left the apartment. Daniel quietly been taking a bath so I'm sure he will not interfere with my absence.
- Good evening, sir, that you heard the leader of the Party of People kill someone? - I heard a familiar voice on the staircase.
- A good evening lady Matyldo, no, I have not heard, I'm not interested in politics - I replied with a smile.
- Do you know who that was? This extremely popular with white beard, but hair was dark. I did not support him there. It is said that he was murdered in his home town, on vacation was. Already they are even on the trail of the perpetrators - Matilda whispered.
- That's good, it's good ....
- No, and that he allegedly slit the throat of someone, brutal murder of women, bestial, they say that the work of professionals that settle there or something.
- It may be possible ....
Matilda leaned toward me and quietly added:
- I chujowi well, I do not regret it there even though I am Catholic and I believe our Lord Jesus Christ, but who saw it live for 600 zł annuity? As for me, let them all murder motherfuckers, pish, Reptiles fucking, thieves!
- Let you not be nervous, you Matyldo, you have the pressure jump.
- And give you peace of mind - she said, and turned on his heel disappeared behind the door of her apartment.
I stood at the gate and watched the parking lot looking for a standing government Lancia. Light yellowish light ran down the silhouette of an armored vehicle business, drawing in the twilight of its characteristic shape.
quietly approached and knocked on Daniel's phone on the window. Upset BOR-sheep odburknął only
- Get away!
- Lord, here I found a phone near the car, can you? - Accosted him.
- No, not mine - he replied - you go away!
- Mr route phone, You are allowed to see someone you lost, you see the way the phone - I continued pressing on the car window a very high model Nokia with a gilded frame.
- Whore show you this - he said BOR-sheep pushing the glass.
- Please - I said, putting the barrel of a gun through the window directly into the surprised faces.
I hated as a child's train stations, which gave me the stench of revulsion and disgust. Żebrający drug addicts and homeless people, ready to kill you 2zł. I watched a man a newspaper reader, who was sitting in the waiting room with me. He was the middle of the night, in the waiting room just the two of us and slimy taste of coffee is not reminiscent of absolutely nothing to drink.
- Hehehe - laughed the stranger in the back of his hand hitting Share newspapers - you saw what scandal? - He asked. Two days in a row and killed the two thieves - he went on. Sir, one worse than the other - he said, smiling at me.
- What do you say, no, I do not know nothing, which the thieves?
- Well, like what, the day before that bastard from the Party People was murdered as pigs found on the river, and yesterday I said to the Prime Minister, the hustla Rotta. Except that not much can be identified because he was someone dissolved in hydrochloric acid - whore and very well. Except that, where they found him, like that at home some of the artist, are there under the town house of the Prime Minister's car was a bodyguard of dead bodies inside. Someone ladies rozpierdolił his head in this car that was not to collect ....
- What do you say, the shock of a safe country in which we live, so much of it now says it's safe, and here you look such things ....
- I tell you something, so for myself, I wanted it all the thieves to the gas as if Hitler wpierdolił and so, dear sir. I am that I survived the occupation, but such a thing as now I have not seen it yet, thievery, hypocrisy women in broad daylight in front of the world, women are legally steal - steal from us, whore, me and you too, now these young ladies as slaves, so as you can, how the hell can so bright? Must be a punishment on them in the end to come, I'll tell you, this is what it ought to annihilate them all and kill the pigs, sir, normally in the head with a hammer and drain blood like pig, ladies and black pudding should do with our president, sir, because the killer, Mr is an angel!
- Mr like an angel? The murderer kills people - stopped.
- Mr angel to fuck, I tell you that the angel, as it Almighty God sent to earth to be with this filth shrift and order in the world and at home in the holy country eventually led. I'd put Mr. monuments to him and the Nobel Prize would give him.
- Who? - Asked
- Well, as someone sir? - Answer - no this is what these politicians, you know wypatroszył, I say you are an angel ....
- Excuse me, but I'll no longer on the platform a few minutes, my train is coming, goodbye to you - I said.
- A bye, bye ....
Dawn tore my eyes when got off the train. Krakow has never, as today there greeted me with open arms. We kissed in greeting, and he even gently musnął tongue around my neck. My tired eyes fell to his heavy eyes in slow motion, I cleared down the street Basztowa drowning in the slush pośniegowej dissolved. Lead legs dragged for me as superfluous ballast, which should cut off and left to its fate. With Basztowa hospital and turned up the remnants of the forces dragging came to Pijarska. St. Florian's Gate laughed at me, beat me to applaud and improves make-up of soot.
- I have to sleep - I repeated over and over in my mind. Three sleepless nights gave me a sharp bone, no coffee, or even to amphetamine did not put me on my feet. Not thinking long checked into the hotel Floryjan, at 38th St. Florian The room was small but very stylish. Light rozbryzgiwało on clear walls so dragged blinds so as not to tire already zdezelowanych eyes. I threw the clothes on a leather sofa and sank in a clean linen sleep, sleep I needed now as never before, I had to gather strength, for me the hardest pigsticking ....
***
Street in Warsaw Puławska seethed. Employees of the Central Police Station uwijali like ants, they were all brought into a state of high readiness. After all, not every day carried out an investigation into the brutal murders of the highest senior representatives of the state. All the circumstantial evidence and the evidence indicated only one man.
Superintendent Francis Wysocki sat calmly behind his desk and fired from the flame stinky club beautifully engraved, lighter pre-war. Wysocki knew exactly who he is a murderer. Problematic, it seemed only why he did it. Superintendent, was convinced that these murders were certainly ordered that the murderer acted on behalf of someone very high-ranking, nay perhaps even acted on behalf of the president himself? Wysocki, he often collaborated with the alleged offender. Knew each other yet from the military. Both worked in the interview, and both were involved in cleaning ... . Wysocki, however due to personal reasons had to go into retirement and to the extent Superintendent landed in the service of crime.
- The problem is not the murder itself, but the payer and the originator of this project - thinking out loud with paragraph Wysocki blowing puffs of smoke disgusting. - Make me laugh as I hear the guys in the department who are whispering to each other, that finally got rid of Poland skurwysyńskich thieves and that the murderer is blessed and that it should be is a national hero not a criminal. Anyway, I have to send him arrest warrant, I must get to him, otherwise I'll never know what takes place here ... . He picked up the majestic movement of the internal handset and informed secretary to convene a check for half an hour in his office.
I woke up. Lying in bed sweating, I could not decipher my starusieńskiej cyferblatu Doxy. Tips showed 6.45, but did not know whether morning or evening, or maybe I slept with two days?
slowly got up and turned on the television. It was evening of the next day. On each channel, about the brutal murders blew nobles. The information provided to be together with my photo - as perpetrators.
- Wysocki Fuck this - I said aloud to myself - I thought that I still wait for the day ... .
vesting slowly. I sat comfortably in a leather chair, lit a cigarette and turned.
- Something wrong here - I thought - after all, if this horn about these killings and sought show a photograph of a murderer who allegedly committed this crime, then why have no one to fuck me podpierdolił the police? Even if the same receptionist. My racing myślotok power suddenly stopped knocking on the door.
- Well, now they go after me ... - I thought. I will not do the slaughterhouse, they are innocent people carry out their duties. I went to the door, turned the lock and opened it.
senior standing in the doorway, slightly balding man in a suit three-piece steel. Under the collar black shirt shine silver półwindsorski knot a tie, a man in his hand a silver tray with lid. The state of his teeth and the smell of expensive cologne pointed out that it is not sure Bellhop ... .
- Good morning, honorable Mr. - said a warm, loud voice - my name is Janusz Majer and I am the manager of the hotel. Perhaps you wonder my presence?
- Good day, indeed, surprised - I said - please, please do come inside - I suggested.
- Thank you.
Meir sat on the couch putting the tray on the bench.
- brought breakfast or dinner as you will for the honorable man - he Majer.
- I'm very happy, but please explain to me since I just Directorate respected hotel provides customers with an average meal? - I stopped.
- Well, not so average Mr Cool, not so mediocre. I know exactly who you are and what you have done for the country. You should be a national hero, I do not know whether you aware that three-quarters of Poles support your act? - Asked, slightly lowering the already low timbre voice.
- I guess you take me for someone else - I whispered through clenched teeth - I think someone is confusing you sir ... uh, sir ....
- Majer. My name - Majer. Probably not, probably not ... . You see, Mr. Cool, our country has long waited for someone like you, somebody who dares to spit in the face of the corrupt fraudsters, the filthy thieves who steal from us every day and want more and want more and more. Unsaturated carrion!
- Please calm down - he hissed - someone else will hear.
- Do not be afraid, with me you do not risk anything, I have an idea how to help you get out of the country ...
- I do not think it will be necessary, "I said, I can handle myself - I stopped Majerowi.
- Mr Cool for two days the LORD picture show on television, newspapers. Just a moment, and you will on billboards, where did you hide? But once you get caught! - Shouted Majer.
- Perhaps, but I still have something to do - I replied. - And now let Mr. Director, that consume breakfast or dinner - as you put it nicely, that you bring me to condescended.
- of course, of course, let you posili. Please consider my proposal yet, it seems to me quite sensible solution of your sticky situation, say no. Bon Appetit - threw Majer slamming the door behind him.
- Thank you - I answered him in my thoughts and I took up pałaszowaniem quail fried eggs on toast with a French baguette with basil and garlic, all zapijając strong, black coffee. It was almost 19.30.
Cold clearly suffered from a January evening, police from the talon VI Municipal Police Station in Krakow. Slides on the frozen pavement. Frost was cutting evenings dopołudniową thaw, creating a veritable ice from sidewalks to figure skating. The policemen were patrolling around the difficulty of the Market Square, again and again cursing times that barely caught the balance. They stopped for a moment at the monument of Mickiewicz, to write two punks who drink wine in public. Going into the hall
one of them noticed a familiar face. He could not remember where you know niewysokiego, grizzled brown hair, with short wystrzyżonymi temples.
- Heniek, how I know this guy - he said, pointing his finger at a small figure dressed in expensive coat and black silk scarf.
- You whore mother! It seems like this guy what he wanted in the round show! - Drawled through his teeth.
- Well, we have a rise in your pocket!
Fat commander VI Commissariat Krakow City Headquarters located at ul. Cwik 4, wheezing, and cleared his throat nervously to the handset.
- Yes, of course, EKM, echhh, yes sir nadinspektorze, of course, we will immediately transport the prisoner to Warsaw. Yes, our police patrol, as Henry Constable, and the foreman Bartosz Jastrzebski Adamus. Yes sir nadinspektorze, write down the appropriate forms for the promotion, so obviously this week. Thank you ladies nadinspektorze, goodbye.
went out of his small office and odchrząknowszy shouted
- Jozin - pack up with that degenerate in Warsaw! In half an hour will get him an ambulance from the bodyguards. Ah! And give me here Jastrzebski and Adamus - in a jiffy!
- is disturbing to me that obesity - when he thought the commander Adamus and Jastrzebski had already left his office - you guys enjoy the promotion, whore rejoice, because if I had my way I would let this man be, let him do his job - he thought.
you'd temperature pozamykał dick in prison, a man whore for 2500zł nazapierdala and this is cock! - Talking to himself, looking out the window.
- A whore jumped to some dignitary, jumped! - Continued - it wyjebią you on the pavement and without vaseline. Whore mother! I should do something to release him, say that it was not him, or what the fuck you! I should do something!
Then someone interrupted his reflections a knock at the door.
- Enter! - Cried loudly commanding obese.
- Mr Commander after the detainee arrived ... .
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