After dinner, we with the assistant went to my room to draw up a plan for further action. I sat down with my laptop on the bed, Vika with her settled in the chair I woke up lying down dressed under the blanket. I lay on my side, hugging my assistant. She also slept, my back to me. I sniffed at the smell of Vickys hair. The aroma reminded me of some flowers in the mountains or the sea I pressed myself against the woman, she did not move away. Victoria was also lying dressed. But my hand quickly found an approach to her naked body. And I wanted something so I unbuttoned my pants and did what every man would do in my position. Vika was ready for this. So our afternoon rest smoothly flowed into sex.
At dinner, the whole family gathered again. Plus two guests (me and Vika). Serve boiled fish (sturgeon) with fried potatoes. Its delightful! Then tea with homemade cookies. After lunch I talked privately to Lilia Vitalievna and asked her permission to invite Stepan to his room. She let me. By the arrival of the gardener, I put a bottle of cognac on the table, sliced lemon, took out a box of chocolates. There was a knock at the door, Stepan came. Come on, sit down. Will you have a cognac? Ill drink it. We drank a glass. I poured more. Listen, Stepan. Lilia Vitalievna asked me to talk to you, but do not worry, Ill tell her only what you yourself will let me tell her. How far are your views on Jan? "-" I do not have any species. " But the girl is in love with you, they say. Young, stupid. But shes not even in my taste. " But shes rich. Its not she who is rich, but her mother. You mean I do not want to say anything. But you can tell Jan that you do not like her? I can. So say it now I took out the recorder, turned it on and set it on the table. I do not like Jana, I do not like her, said Stepan, leaning towards the table. Half the battle was done. We sat and talked for a while. I poured cognac to Stepan, trying to drink less. In between, I sent Vika a message. And five minutes later he asked Stepan: Do not go into the service, but into friendship, go to the bathroom, put water in the decanter, and then the mouth dried from the lemon. Stepan went to the bathroom. He returned in half an hour. The second part of my (our) plan worked. After inspecting the video of the camera installed by me in the bathroom, I appreciated the professionalism of my assistant. Here Stepan enters the bathroom, comes to the tap, picks up water in the decanter. Next in the shower (the door is transparent) is washed (naturally, naked) Victoria. Here she opens the door and says something to the gardener. In her hand she holds a soapy washcloth. Stepan comes to the woman in the shower and rubs her back with a washcloth. This is, of course, a prelude. Vika, smiling, says something to Stepan. Probably, asks to wash it down. And there is. The guy washes her already and the ass. Then she turns to him before him. He is soaping it all over. Then they wash in the booth together. And then, and then, and then Oooeeeei!
After Stepans departure, and he went through my door, as he had gone, I went to Yana. With me, I grabbed a dictaphone and a tablet with a video from the bathroom. I knocked. Yes, come in. I entered. Yana was sitting at the table and drawing something. Yana, your mother asked me to talk to you. Why does not she talk to me? The topic is painfully delicate. About Stepan? Yes. Well, speak. We talked with her for a long time. I let her listen to the recording from the recorder. I showed her a video (she turned 18 years old 2 years ago). I saw how unpleasant it all is to her. What do you want from me? I want you to say loudly and clearly that you do not like Stepan, that you will not associate your destiny with this person, I turned on the recorder on the table. I do not like Stepan. Yana turned to scream. He went to hell! I hastened to bow. At night there was a thunder, I heard a thunderclap through my sleep. Then it seemed to me that I heard the howling of a siren.
In the morning I went for Vikusa (through the bathroom) and we went to have breakfast. Nadezhda Ivanovna told us a stunning news: Stepana was taken to the ambulance at night. The doctor said it was poisoning. The ambulance called the cook, she saw a guy lying in the corridor at night. What yes how, she does not know. The hostess went to the hospital in the morning to find out how things are. Anton Sergeevich is still asleep, Yana went to college. We had a bite what God sent. Nadezhda Ivanovna baked pancakes. We dipped them in roses with cherry jam. Real jam! Soon Lilia Vitalyevna arrived. We were sitting in the big hall of the house. The hostess was paler than usual. Stepan was poisoned by some potent medicine. He himself did it or was poisoned, until he is unconscious. But Lilia believes that he was poisoned. Who! Good question. Yes, I thought, anyone could do it. And Yana and Lilias husband (out of jealousy), and Lily herself. Theoretically, we could do this with Vika, in order to fulfill the contract. " We must inform the police, I said aloud. Although the doctors probably will notify the police themselves. The landladys phone rang. She said: He regained consciousness, Im going to him. I asked to go with her. Lilia was driving her car too fast, somehow jerks. I sat with my hands clasped in the arms. The hospital was not far, we arrived there quickly. Stepan lay in a separate room (the mistress tried) and was pale as a chalk, but could speak. Stepan, how are you? Lilia sat by the bed and took the sick mans hand. Nothing, he croaked. Did you drink the tablets yourself or were you poisoned? I did not drink. Listen, Stepa. Your life is not in danger. In a day or two you will be discharged. Do not say that you were poisoned, say that you drank the pills yourself. Ill thank you, you know me. She looked Stepan into the eyes. And with whoever did it, Ill sort it out. Seriously Ill figure it out. Have you agreed, Stepa? He nodded. And then there will be an investigation, everyone will be dragged along by the courts. I do not need this publicity at all. The door knocked on the door. Hello, Im an investigator. Let me talk to the victim privately. Lilia and I went home.
In the house we went to the cabinet of the hostess. I sat in a comfortable chair, began to inspect the situation. Lily cooked us a cup of coffee in a vending machine and sat at the head of the table. Listen, Oleg, lets go to you? Come on, come on Now I will transfer you money for the contract, you did it honestly. There will also be a small premium, she snapped her fingers on the keyboard. A sheet of paper came out from under the table. This is a copy of the payment about the payment, she handed me a sheet. In the column amount on the right was an additional zero, the contract was paid tenfold. I looked inquiringly at Lilia Vitalievna. You see, Oleg, Im a person with a position. All sorts of stories, rumors, I do not need. Come on, youll forget everything you saw in this house and well part friends. Do you agree? Yes, its good. " So thats great. I have one more request for you. Stay with us for dinner tonight, and leave tomorrow. Good? I agreed with gratitude.
We dined with Vika again in the kitchen, together. Money was transferred to us, tomorrow morning we leave. Finally. And then this house somehow presses on me. The only thing that pleases me is the kitchen and Nadezhda Ivanovna. For dinner we ate a rabbit soup with noodles. On the second fish pie (home cooking). Coffee and cake for dessert. After the dinner meeting, we with the assistant decided to spend in the hall, and not in the room, not to fall asleep together on the same bed. Although, what was there to discuss? Our mission is over. Has ended successfully. True, there was a small question, who poisoned Stepan? But this did not concern us any more. Lily will figure it out herself. And if he does not understand, then let him attract the police. And yet, who poisoned Stepan? The obvious motive was for two people, from Yana and Anton Sergeevich. Could Lilia try to get rid of her lover? Could. To look at the cameras, what happened here at night. From me (and Vika) Stepan did not come out late, around 10 pm. Where did he go next? Did he go straight to his place or somewhere? Where did they poison him? And where is Viktor Vasilyevich now, have you gone shopping? Or do we not need to poke our nose in? After all, we have already been paid for silence. In order not to fall asleep after dinner and here, in the soft chairs of Hall, we went with Vika to the gym, was here and such. In the hall (among other things) was an excellent table for table tennis. I offered Victoria a party. It turned out that we both played well, somewhere even on equal terms. We happily waved the watch with a racket. Now, apart from the love of operetta, we were connected by the love of ping-pong. Dinner was held in a well-knit scheme. We ate shrimp meat in chili sauce with young boiled potatoes. Then there was tea with Domestic cookies of Nadezhda Ivanovna. After dinner, Lilia took me to her office to whisper.
Late in the evening, when all (probably) slept, I crept into the apartment mistress. In her large study, I installed two cameras. On the belt of Lily I attached a bug, a sound recording device. She called Viktor Vasilievich (who was already on his territory) and asked him to come urgently. I went into the next room, set up Lilya Vitalievnas laptop and put on headphones. Now I saw and heard everything that happens in the office. Victor came. Lily invited him into an armchair on which hidden cameras were aimed. From the table she took two glasses of champagne, one of which was added the so-called serum of truth, paralyzing the will. She forced the manager to drink to the bottom of the wine. Serum had to act almost immediately. Lilia approached Victor and with one movement of her hand took off her skirt. It was not in our script. Under the skirt she had beautiful stockings on the garters, but was not there at all, sorry, panties. Lilia Vitalievna stood on her heels, while Viktor Vasilievich was sitting in a low chair. Therefore, when she put one leg on the arm of his chair, her intimate place was at the very face of the man. Do you want? I know you love it. " I want, lady, I want very much. Tell the truth. If you tell the truth, let me kiss you. Tell me, did you pour poison on Stepan? I, Victor answered without thinking. Why? She slowly led the basin, then bringing her charms closer to his face, then, on the contrary, removing it. Victor looked at the dish offered to him without stopping: Then, that you slept with him. But you could have killed him. I wanted to kill him. And he did not leave any evidence. " So you wanted to hurt me? But now I will hurt you. Oleg! She cried. Come! It was not in the script either. I took off my headphones and went into the office. Olezhok, my dear, you must have me. Right here and right now. I stood there, not knowing what to do next. I love such modest, shy boys. Well, you, bunny, relax and have fun, " and she took matters into her own hands and also other delicate organs. And I relaxed and really enjoyed it. And from the touch of this experienced woman and from the realization of the amount that was received today in my bank account. We made love right in front of the nose of Victor looking at us with all eyes. And we tried and tested with Lilechka some very interesting poses. And, in the end, broke up, happy with each other
In the morning after breakfast (omelet with hunting sausages and coffee with croutons), we left with Vika. I do not know what Lilia Vitalievna did with the confessions obtained that night from Viktor Vasilyevich. And I do not want to know
Disappeared mistress
Once a man came to our Agency (Agency Amur, affairs related to love relations). I lost my mistress, he said and told the following story. Sergey got acquainted with Irina (thats the name of his lady of the heart) in the seaside resort, in Sochi. The novel flared with extraordinary strength. Mad hot nights, all-consuming passion. The time of rest flew instantly, but (fortunately or unfortunately) the lovers turned out to be from the same city, from St. Petersburg. They transferred their novel to their hometown, but here there were difficulties, Irina was married. Her husband (with her words) was very jealous, so they could not meet freely, like at sea, they could not. And the meetings became less and less frequent. And then Ira suddenly disappeared. The phone did not answer, it did not appear on social networks, our Romeo could not go to her home.
Its a trivial story, I thought. The lover was tired of a beautiful woman and she left him.
But Irina did not appear at work, Sergei watched for several days at her office. Maybe she was sick? No, she would have called. Maybe the phone number was lost? No, they corresponded and in contact, and the address of Sergei Irina knew. In my opinion, the story was very ordinary, but the Customer offered us good commissions and I agreed to work on this case.
The next day I called Irina on the mobile. The phone did not answer. I found the phone of her work and called there.
You know, Irina is not there, a pleasant female voice answered.
And when will it be?
And you, excuse me, on what issue?
On personal. You see, she left me her phone number, but she does not answer. And I really need to see her urgently.
Im sorry, but I can not help you. Ira does not have a job at work, and when she does, I do not know, the subscriber has disconnected.
It was necessary to establish surveillance of the house of Irina and her office. I went to the house myself, and I sent Victoria to work for Ira, my assistant. A few days of observation gave nothing. Irina did not go into the house and did not go out. From the entrance from time to time (usually in the morning) her husband appeared, got into the car and drove off, returning in the evening. On the third day of observation, after my husbands departure, I entered the entrance and went up to the right floor. I called the apartment door, no one answered. Means, Irina was neither at home nor at work. And where was she then? Maybe a crime has been committed? And then should he turn to the police? But he will not accept the application, because he is virtually nobody to Irina.
Victoria and I were sitting in the office and wondering how else (on which side) to approach the task of finding someone elses mistress. Vika was sitting at her computer, Im at my own. She threw her leg behind her leg and I involuntarily threw glances at her naked legs, much higher than the knees We looked at Irinas activities in social networks. We found several of its pages and tried to find out that it is possible to squeeze out of them. Irina did not answer any direct requests in the networks. Her friends? But we did not know which of them was closer to the wanted one, and who was next. To ask at random about Irina was meaningless. So far we knew only one person close to her, her husband. It was necessary to get to know him better. But from which edge do we approach? After reflection, I decided to act out of the blue. Through a computer (under a special program), I, wearing headphones, called Irinas husband.
Igor Viktorovich? Hello. You are worried about the investigator Mikhailov, the Central Department of Internal Affairs. We are looking for your wife, Irina Andreevna Alferov, who is a witness in the criminal case. How can I see her?
I do not know where she is.
But you are her husband?
Yes, we are married, but rather formally. In fact, we do not live together.
And where it can be found?
I can not even imagine.
Who can know where it is? Girlfriends, relatives
I have no contacts.
So the thread of her husband was cut short. And Irina revealed the first lie about his jealousy. But where do you still look for a man in a multimillion-dollar city? Although, there was still a clue about the work. We must go there.
Irinas boss also introduced myself as investigator Mikhailov, waving red crusts of his alleged police certificate from afar.
How can I find Irina Andreevna?
She has not been with us for more than two weeks.
Is she on vacation or on sick leave?
I do not know. The thing is that Irina Andreevna works for us on a free schedule, this is not her main place of work.
And where is the main?
I do not know this.
Do you have any records about where she works, where she lives?