Creatures of the night
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Having appeared inside, the first that came to mind – punks on the street, and even that not absolutely pleasant type, not the worst subjects on the way for short time of travel to the Flamingo. I felt some strange smell as if one of drunken visitors fell asleep behind the most imperceptible little table, and died, and “aroma” of carrion dominates in the atmosphere now. But the others, persons interested to drink the cheap, diluted beer have a rest here despite everything. Such surprising, officer firmness. And where is the smell, garbage.? The bar counter at a distant wall is surrounded with a chaos of tipsy men on the right. One just barfed on another and a fight burst. The most sober, and on dimensions the huge character with a severe grimace, the height reaching two meters, grabbed with both hands of two robbers, burst foreheads of one about another, dragged up to an exit, kicked with a foot one of doors, and threw “a sweet couple” outside. All others stood still, and, seemingly, are afraid this strapper.
The space is filled everywhere by the round little tables arranged with small stools. In the center a platform of a square form with a pole round the fat stripper in a blue wig turns. Rare ugliness. I like the women with a natural hair color, with a slim figure and big, expressive eyes.
I approached the bartender.
– Fellow, you know Sergey Sokolov? – I addressed to him.
– Sorry, no, – the young man answered.
The bartender looks like no more than twenty years old. When I started talking to him, he furtively raised the head, continuing to polish the glass which already was sparkling crystal purity. His tidy, beige apron, tells about integrity of work of the young man, and about it tells his diligence nearly to wipe in a glass a hole a dry towel, so diligent it carries out the mission. And I on its place wouldn’t try so for these morons.
– Maybe you saw him?
– Sorry, – the guy said. – But you can learn from visitors.
The young man with light brown hair, a little gray, with big, blue eyes and long eyelashes, reminded me a prince which was stolen by awful trolls. His blue t-shirt completed a royal image and gave him big innocence.
– You don’t wish something to drink? – wearily the bartender took an interest, continuing to clean a glass.
– No, thanks, – I answered, looking round on the parties.
– As you want.
– And you why you are so sad?
– I didn’t see you here earlier.
– I wasn’t here earlier.
I see. Usually daddy’s son like you look for entertainments in more decently places, – with certain badly disguised by offense and contempt the young man stated.
– From what you took that I am a posh?
– It is visible.
– Hmm, – I timidly smiled. – What’s your name?
– Me? Vasya.
– I am Kolya. It is pleasant to get acquainted, – I gave a hand through a rack, the fellow unwillingly reaped it.
I smiled to Vasily in a half of a mouth and went to study the territory.
It is noisy around. Someone dances under hard rock. Someone loudly laughs at trite jokes of the friends. Someone throws into the stripper a cheap trifle and iron traffic jams from glass bottles from beer, thus crying out something loud with cool laughter. Here it, local entertainment! How this remote place lagged behind the modern city. All behave as savages, as the criminals as animals who ran away from prison from a zoo.
Behind a little table at a window, near a main entrance I caught sight of one bearded little man. He sits in the place as if it – his own and personal. The drunken man in proud loneliness finishes drinking the remained two drinks of beer from the mug. Look its sad, lonely; and it seems, that he simply wants to sleep.
I returned to a bar counter, and asked the acquaintance already to me bartender to fill one and a half liter mug with beer.
– Hold, leave the rest to yourself. – I put one thousand rubles in front of the bartender, and having taken beer went to the man with a gray-haired beard.
I sat down to him at a little table, having put in front of the alcoholic’s nose a glass with amber liquid. He has being stared at me with drunk eyes, then at the bubbles in the favourite drink going from a bottom to top. I sat down at a little table, opposite to the man.
– Who are you? – having transferred an amazed look to me, he asked with the braided speech.
On the head of the drunk man the small spotty hat with round fields rises, and the mouth is completely hidden behind the gray-haired beard which extended to a breast. His small eyes and the extended aquiline nose are in harmony with other features, including with an amusing beard which gives to the owner similarity with the children’s New Year’s hero Father Frost.
– I am the one who wants to talk to you.
– And about what, lovely person? – the drunk man interrogatively began to blink.
– Now you’ll learn, – I began.
– How to call you?
– Nikolay.
– Me, Valentin Mikhaylovich.
– So we got acquainted, we will get down to business, – I slightly irritably uttered. – You know Sergey Sokolov?
– And who doesn’t know him…, – my present interlocutor exhaled, a loving look having taken of a mug with beer. He put his hands in front of himself, and asked a silly question – is to me?
I silently nodded.
– Thanks, – having told it, the man grabbed a glass and began to devastate it.
– How I understood, you know Sergey Sokolov that is, you will be able to tell something about him?!
– How can I not know everything about the best friend, – having come off beer he told and with knock put on a little table surface a thin glass.
– Tell me, has he got children?
– Children… yeah, the daughter, little.
– And the wife – the child’s mother?
– It is an old story, – the man frowned a little, – it came to a bad end. In confidence I will tell, Seregi in general has no children, at least, he told me so, – he added having held up a palm vertically to a mouth corner.
– And…
– And… I don’t know, why to you to know everything about Sokolov.
– It is possible to repeat, – I made the corresponding gesture, having asked the bartender to bring a new portion of beer.
In twenty seconds the bartender obligingly presented a fresh glass of beer to our little table. It seemed to me that the person with whom at present I conduct dialogue, considered insufficient that “gift” that I presented to him on arrival for his little table. That glass of beer it appeared little, and I simply had to order another from an urgent need. Amazingly!