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Vladimir grabbed Grishka Pyanov by the collar and whispered in his ear:
-Grisha! If you don't leave now, it will be worse for you! Go to your room and get some sleep! Don't disturb us!
P'yanov hesitated for a few minutes, then nodded and left the operating room.
Alexander turned to the banker:
- Zinovy Izotovich! Please, come to the operating table and lie down on it.
The pale old man, his hands shaking with fear, babbled:
-Are you going to give me...give me anesthesia?
-Yes.
"Isn't it dangerous? Maybe I'll die, and you...you won't have time to perform the operation to transfer my soul into the body of a young man?"
"Don't worry, Zinovy Izotovich! Everything will be fine!" Alexander said firmly. "Lie down on the operating table."
The banker barely made it to the operating table. His legs began to stumble with fear. The executioner and Crooked Man helped him climb onto the table and lie down.
“Give the banker anesthesia!” Alexander ordered.
Venik and Alfred carried out the order and silently awaited further instructions.
Vladimir turned to the boss:
Alexander Ivanovich! The young man and the old man have fallen asleep. Both are under anesthesia. We await your further instructions.
- Well then, guys! Let's begin! - said Alexander and sighed deeply. - And may God help us! Or the Devil! It doesn't matter who! As long as he helps! I'll take care of the young man.
And you, Vladimir, are an old man. The Executioner and the Crooked One are helping me. And you, Vladimir, are Broom and Alfred. Get the instruments ready, boys! We're bringing both the young man and the old man to a state of clinical death. And watch out! You're responsible for the people you operate on with your own heads! If you overdo it and they die, then you won't live either!
Having heard the chief's stern order, everyone diligently set to work. The tense minutes of the operation began to flow.
After some time, Vladimir informed his boss:
- That's it, Alexander Ivanovich! The old man is in a state of clinical death.
"Excellent! The young man, too. Now don't miss this moment, boys! We need to capture the souls of the old man and the young man. Take the energy rod and place it on the part of the head where the soul exits the body. Come on, quickly! There's no time to waste here!"
Alexander's order was carried out. The Executioner and Krivoy placed an energy rod on the youth's head, while Alfred and Venik placed one on the old man's.
Vladimir turned to the boss:
-That's it, Alexander Ivanovich. We're ready to capture the soul of the old man and the soul of the young man.
"Good. Now turn on the equipment, guys! And you, Vladimir, watch the monitor. As soon as the equipment shows that the souls are trapped and in energetic confines, we'll begin the soul transfer: we'll transplant the old man's soul into the young man's body, and the young man's soul into the old man's body.
Tensed minutes passed again. Vladimir stared fixedly at the monitor. After a while, he cried out:
- Yes! The old man's soul has left his body and is trapped in an energy trap!
“And the soul of the young man?” asked Alexander.
"Not yet. His soul hasn't left his body," Vladimir replied, staring intently at the monitor.
“Well, we’ll wait,” said Alexander and sat down on a chair.
A tense silence reigned. Vladimir stared fixedly at the monitor again. Everyone else stood frozen in stupor. The minutes ticked by. But the young man's soul remained in his body. Alexander began to grow nervous:
"What's the matter, Vladimir? Why won't the young man's soul leave his body? He's clinically dead."
“I don’t know, Alexandra Ivanovich,” Vladimir shook his head and approached the boss. “Perhaps his soul hopes that his young body will be able to pull through and stay alive?”
"What should we do? The old man's soul has already left his body and is trapped; it needs to be transplanted into the young man's body immediately. I have no idea what to do!"
"Perhaps we should increase the poison dose, Alexander Ivanovich? Would you allow me to give the young man an additional injection of poison? Then his soul will realize that his body is completely poisoned and will leave it."
"If we increase the poison dose, we risk not being able to revive the young man. Rehabilitation measures are designed only for a specific dose of poisoning."
"Then I don't know what to do," Vladimir said, approaching the monitor again. "Ah! Wait! It seems it has happened! The young man's soul has finally left his body and is trapped in an energy bubble! Yes! The equipment shows it!"
“Wonderful!” Alexander became inspired and said loudly, addressing everyone.
Let's begin the soul transplant! Bring the energy ball with the banker's soul to the young man's head. And bring the energy ball with the young man's soul to the banker's head! And immediately begin the rehabilitation process to bring the old man's body and the young man's body back to life. As soon as the bodies begin to return to life, the souls will enter them themselves! So, get to work, guys!
And once again, tense minutes passed. Everyone present in the operating room was actively engaged in rehabilitation measures to bring the bodies of the old man and the young man back to life.
After some time, Vladimir happily announced:
"That's it, Alexander Ivanovich! The old man's body has been brought back to life! The young man's soul is already taking hold of it!"
“Excellent!” Alexander exclaimed. “The young man’s body has also been brought back to life! And the old man’s soul is being implanted within it! Well done, boys! The operation was a success! You will all receive a bonus! Now we need to take our charges to different rooms. They must not see each other when they come to! The Executioner, the Crooked One, the Venik, and Alfred will handle this.” Turning to the aforementioned workers, Alexander added. “And don’t forget to connect the recovery devices to the bodies of the young man and the old man. After you’ve done this, you are free to rest. That’s all! Follow my orders! And you, Vladimir, come with me to my office.” Having said this, Alexander left the operating room.
Vladimir followed him.
A few minutes later the men were already in Alexander’s office.
Vladimir said:
-I know that you are very tired, Alexander Ivanovich.
"Yes, I'm tired," Alexander sat down on a chair and winked slyly at Vladimir. "But a million dollars is worth it! Isn't it? We got it, and now it's time to rest. I want to eat well, listen to music, and have fun. That wouldn't hurt you either, Vladimir! Come with me!"
-Where?
- Some place with great food and beautiful girls. You know a lot of places like that in Moscow. Tell me where to go!
-Why do you think I know many such places?
"Well, stop pretending, Vladimir! I know you spend almost every night hanging out in cafes, bars, and restaurants, picking up girls! You're not indifferent to them, are you? Lust comes first for you!"
- Ah, Alexander Ivanovich! Who told you such things about me?
- Well, why are you embarrassed, Vladimir? Are you embarrassed by your lust? Don't be! I'm no angel myself! I can be, like you, base and lustful! What can you do? Our vices have power over us! So, where are we going? Name a place where I can pick up the most beautiful girls.
-The most beautiful girls are very expensive.
- It's none of your concern! I'm the one paying! Well, tell me! Where do we need to go?
-To the restaurant "Elite Vacation".
"Well, let's go. We're going to the Elite Leisure Restaurant. Take off your robe and let's go to the car!" Alexander said, immediately removing his own white robe. Vladimir followed suit.
Then the men left the office and walked down the hallway. Alfred was hurrying toward them. Seeing the boss, he addressed him from a distance:
"Alexander Ivanovich! We carried out your order. We placed the old man and the young man in separate rooms. But you didn't say what to do with them once they regain consciousness!"
Having caught up with Alfred, Alexander said:
-When they come to, and that shouldn't happen before tomorrow, call me! I'll come right away.
-Okay, Alexander Ivanovich. Are you leaving us now?
-Yes. I'm leaving. And Vladimir, too. Tell everyone that the Executioner remains in charge. He will lead you until Vladimir returns. Do you understand?
“Yes,” answered Alfred. “Goodbye, Alexander Ivanovich.”
“Bye!” Alexander said casually and walked further down the corridor.
Vladimir is behind him.
As the men left the laboratory, a car pulled up to the porch. The driver stuck his head out the window and asked:
-Where are we going, Alexander Ivanovich?
“To the Elite Leisure restaurant,” Alexander answered, getting into the Mercedes.
“Where is such a restaurant located?” Tikhon asked.
“He’s in Moscow on Arbat,” Vladimir answered for Alexander, also getting into the car.
- Got it. I'll take you there. - The driver started the car, and it moved off.
They drove along a dirt road at first. Then they turned onto the highway. Looking out the window was dull. Bare trees and car signs. A dull landscape. So Alexander turned his gaze to his companion. Vladimir Zverev had intrigued him from the moment they met. He'd intrigued him as an extraordinary individual, capable of exceptional cruelty and cynicism. And now, Alexander looked at Vladimir and recalled his story.
Vladimir Zverev was born into an intelligent and wealthy family. His father was the chief physician of a Moscow clinic. A first-class specialist who saved dozens of lives, he was respected by both colleagues and patients and received numerous awards for his achievements in medicine. His mother was a renowned actress at the Moscow Art Theater. A beautiful, charming, and highly talented woman, she was adored and worshiped by her fans and lavished with praise by the capital's press. Her performances were always sold out.
Overall, the Zverev family was prosperous in every way. And Vladimir was an only child. A desired and beloved child. A child who was doted upon. A child who was always and completely indulged. A child who was pampered and protected from all the difficulties and sorrows of life.
From childhood, the boy grew up very intelligent and inquisitive. He was interested in both medicine and theater, equally. Volodya attended all the performances in which his mother acted. He also spent a lot of time at the clinic where his father worked. He enjoyed observing doctors and their patients, just as he enjoyed watching actors and audience reactions at the theater.
When Volodya grew up and entered high school, his parents began to think about his future and career. His father insisted that his son enroll in medical school after graduating, arguing that acting was not a man's profession, and that medicine was a worthy occupation for a man. Volodya and his mother agreed. And so, Vladimir eventually became a medical student.
Having immersed himself in student life, the young man noticed that his classmates were interested in more than just their studies. The boys were interested in girls, and the girls were interested in boys. They flirted with each other, went to parties, and had affairs. Much the same thing had happened in high school. But back then, Volodya hadn't paid any attention to it. But now, he did. Moreover, he himself had developed a curiosity about the opposite sex. And he began to take a closer look at his classmates. However, eighteen-year-old girls held no attraction for him. Finding nothing interesting in them, Volodya thought, "They're just empty, dressed-up dolls. What do guys see in them? Why do they need these flighty girls?" He soon found the answer to this question.
Volodya was invited to a party held at his classmate Sergei Bykov's country house. It was in honor of Sergei Bykov's friend Irochka Zotova's birthday.
The party was filled with young people. Smartly dressed young men and women congratulated the birthday girl and gave her gifts. Volodya also congratulated Irochka on her birthday and presented her with flowers and a gift.
After the congratulations, they moved on to the feast. The young people happily drank strong alcoholic beverages and snacked on vegetable salads, caviar sandwiches, and other delicious food. Only Volodya didn't drink. At first, they looked at him like a black sheep, and then stopped paying any attention.
The more they drank, the more they loosened up. The guys started telling dirty jokes, and the girls laughed at them. Then someone suggested dancing. They turned on loud music and began dancing wildly. The alcohol they'd consumed increasingly excited the young people, breaking down their psychological barriers and inciting them to committing madness. The girls began to press themselves ever closer to the guys. And the guys finally gave in to their hands, shamelessly groping their classmates in all their attractive feminine parts. Soon, the dancing escalated into an all-out orgy. The girls shed their clothes, revealing their seductive young bodies. And the guys began to passionately caress them, kiss them, and...
Volodya, who hadn't participated in the wild dancing and the orgy that followed, watched the proceedings with the eyes of a sober man. He was stunned by what he saw. After all, when he went to this party, he hadn't even imagined it would end in group sex. At the same time, Volodya watched the proceedings greedily, intently, and didn't want to leave. It seemed as if all this baseness and filth, the animalistic underbelly of human nature, was drawing him in and dragging him into a whirlpool of vice and impurity.
Determined to watch the entire orgy to the end, as if it were a fascinating film, Volodya settled comfortably into his chair. Minutes passed. The boys and girls switched sex partners. And Volodya watched, watched, watched... It was a strange sight. A sober eighteen-year-old boy watching his drunken peers having group sex in front of him.
After that party, Vladimir Zverev felt something had changed in his life. He could no longer live as before. All his foundations were shaken. All his ideals were debunked. Having come into contact with the harsh reality of life, he was disillusioned. Disillusioned like a homebody who had never known vice before. And yet, at the same time, Volodya was captivated. Captivated by a new, previously unknown realm of pleasure.
An eighteen-year-old boy felt like a man. For the first time in his life! It was a revelation. A passionate desire for a woman's body inspired Vladimir to search for his love object. He began feverishly searching for the woman he wanted to possess. And he found such a woman. He found her...in his mother. His mother was his ideal of femininity, grace, charm, and charisma—everything he sought and failed to find in women his own age.
Elena Sergeevna Zvereva, a beautiful and slender forty-year-old blonde, looked considerably younger than her years. She was graceful and attractive. Her profession as an actress never allowed her to relax. Daily morning exercises, a balanced diet, and a healthy lifestyle preserved her natural beauty and grace. Therefore, in the theater, she continued to play the roles of Juliets, Ophelias, Cordelias, and other young divas.
Volodya fell instantly, madly, and passionately in love with his mother. It was a secret love. A mad love. It drove him to base and vulgar acts. Trying to see his mother naked, he began spying on her when she was in her bedroom or bathroom. He devoured her with his eyes when she showered, when she changed, when she had sex with his father. In his mother's absence, he caressed and kissed her clothes, took them to his room, and practically worshiped them there. He felt as if his mother's underwear held her warmth and tenderness. However, neither spying on his mother nor her underwear could satisfy Vladimir's intense desire. And this left him suffering and tormented.
Elena Sergeyevna, however, remained oblivious to what was happening to her son. Remaining a loving mother, she continued to care for Vladimir, taking an interest in his affairs, his friends, and his studies at medical school. But it never occurred to her that her son would fall in love. Of course, like any mother, she assumed it would happen someday. She even resigned herself to the fact that in the future, her son would leave home and start his own family with a young and beautiful woman. But that future seemed so far away! First, her son had to mature, graduate from medical school, get a good job, and build a career. And only then would he fall in love and get married. Such were Elena Sergeyevna's plans.
But Vladimir had entirely different plans. His plans were as follows. He knew that his father sometimes stayed overnight at the clinic. This was very rare. But it did happen. A complex operation or a very serious patient required the presence of the clinic's head physician to resolve vital issues. And then his father would stay overnight at the clinic, having notified his wife and son in advance of his absence. Vladimir waited for such an occasion. He waited with trepidation and excitement, with passion and frenzy. He decided that on the night his father stayed at the clinic, he would realize his deepest secret desire.
Vladimir had thought everything through, down to the last detail. His plan was to meet his mother at the theater, come home with her, and treat her to a celebratory dinner he'd already prepared. If his mother asked him what the occasion was, he'd lie, something about passing an exam with flying colors or some student celebration. She'd believe him, of course. And they'd have a wonderful dinner together, sharing a glass of champagne. And Vladimir planned to spike the champagne with a large dose of sleeping pills. Not his own glass, of course. But his mother's.
After dinner, Elena Sergeyevna would have fallen asleep and gone to her bedroom. Vladimir, having waited until his mother fell sound asleep, would also go to her bedroom, and there...
Such were Vladimir Zverev's plans. And he eagerly awaited the opportunity to put them into action.
And then such an opportunity presented itself. One afternoon, having come home from medical school, the young man was heating up the lunch his mother had prepared in advance. Suddenly, the phone rang. Vladimir picked up the receiver and heard the long-awaited announcement from his father: he wouldn't be coming home that night, but would be staying overnight at the clinic. The young man's joy knew no bounds! He decided to put his plan into action immediately. He ran to the store. Bought champagne. Prepared a celebratory dinner. He found a sleeping pill in the medicine cabinet and slipped it into his pants pocket. Then he headed to the theater to meet his mother and take her home.
When Vladimir appeared in the foyer of the Moscow Art Theater, the cloakroom attendant told him the performance wasn't over yet and he could watch the finale. He entered the auditorium and glanced at the stage. It was the final act of "Romeo and Juliet." Elena Sergeyevna played Juliet and was incredibly beautiful in the role. The sight of his mother made Vladimir's heart beat even faster. He felt he couldn't wait any longer: either he would fulfill his desire that night or he would no longer be able to live.
After the performance, the young man went into his mother's dressing room. Elena Sergeyevna was changing at the time and was somewhat embarrassed by her son's arrival. She asked him to wait outside the door. If only she had known that her son couldn't wait any longer! Having fulfilled his mother's request, Vladimir stood outside the dressing room door and thought of only one thing: his burning, passionate, insane, mad desire! It seemed to him that in the whole world there was only one thing: his desire, and if he didn't satisfy it, he would die!
After changing, Elena Sergeyevna left the dressing room. Vladimir took his mother's bag, and they went home together. They took the metro. The train was stuffy and cramped. Vladimir stood next to his mother and felt her body. He was having a hard time restraining himself! He wanted to hug his mother. Hug her tenderly and passionately. Hug her right there in the train. And then kiss her on the lips, caress her breasts, and...
Vladimir's thoughts were jumbled. His hands were shaking. He was flushed with intense tension. Noticing her son's strange state, Elena Sergeyevna asked what was wrong. Vladimir blamed a headache and begged his mother not to worry.
When they arrived home, the boy told them about the celebratory dinner he'd prepared himself. Elena Sergeyevna asked what the celebratory dinner was celebrating. Vladimir replied that he'd passed his anatomy exam with flying colors and wanted to celebrate. His mother didn't object. She praised her son for his good grades and went into the bathroom to wash her hands. Meanwhile, Vladimir opened the champagne and poured it into the glasses. Then, he placed a large dose of sleeping pills in his mother's glass.
Everything went according to plan. Elena Sergeyevna and Vladimir drank a glass of champagne and had a wonderful dinner. After dinner, the guy suggested watching TV. But his mother refused. She was deeply drowsy and went to her bedroom. From that moment on, Vladimir began counting the seconds. One, two, three, four, five... Fifty-one, fifty-two, fifty-three, fifty-four, fifty-five... His heart was pounding wildly, as if it wanted to burst out of his chest! Cold sweat poured down his face. His legs felt like cotton wool. A shudder ran through his entire body. Despite this, the guy got up and went to his mother's bedroom.
Elena Sergeyevna was already fast asleep, sedated. Vladimir approached the bed, threw the blanket onto the floor... and... lay down next to his mother. The woman was wearing only a silk nightgown. He pulled down the shoulders of the nightgown and, exposing her lovely breasts, began kissing her passionately. Elena Sergeyevna didn't wake up. Then Vladimir lifted her nightgown and... and took possession of his mother.
It all happened instantly. The boy let out a cry of pleasure and went silent. Elena Sergeyevna woke up, opened her eyes, and... was stunned by what she saw. It was a shock! A terrible shock! She screamed. Screamed in horror and confusion, shame and helplessness, pain and despair! And then she fell silent, in a state of profound shock, unable to speak...
The mother and son were silent for a long time. It was a heavy silence. A terrifying silence.
A lot of time passed when Elena Sergeevna finally said:
-What have you done, Volodya?
- Forgive me, Mom! - the boy screamed. - Forgive me and understand! I love you! I love you as a woman! Do you understand? I want to possess you! I want us to be lovers! If you reject me, I will kill myself!
A heavy silence reigned again. After a while, Elena Sergeyevna said:
- I will forgive you, son! But you must forget about what happened today! We cannot be lovers! It is unnatural. I am your mother. And I love you as a son, not as a man!
"Then I'd rather die!" Vladimir cried out in despair and rushed out of the bedroom. Elena Sergeyevna ran after him, afraid he'd do something stupid.
The boy ran to the kitchen, grabbed a kitchen knife, and was about to plunge it into his heart. However, his mother arrived just in time to prevent the disaster. She grabbed Vladimir by the hand holding the knife and screamed:
- Don't you dare! Do you hear me? Don't you dare! You have to live, son! You have to live!
“Then be mine!” Vladimir said insistently and began to passionately kiss his mother.
Elena Sergeyevna didn't resist. She couldn't resist, because she wanted her son to live.
The guy had sex with a woman right there in the kitchen. On the floor. This time, the pleasure lasted longer. And both mother and son enjoyed it...