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U garaži tržnog centra 'Ušće' bio je parkiran beli automobil marke duster. U njemu je sedela žena dvadesetih godina. Nosila je zelenu jaknu i crne pantalone.
Iako je bilo hladno novembarko veče, ženi je bilo prijatno jer je sa nestrpljenjem očekivala projekciju novog filma priznatog srpskog reditelja.
Nekoliko metara udaljen stajao je momak u crnoj kožnoj jakni i osmatrao devojku kako izlazi iz auta, pritajen iza kombija.
Bio je 26 novembar što devojci nije uopšte značilo, ali momku itekako jeste.
Garaža je bila pusta osim nje i momka u prikrajku, što nije bilo čudno s obzirom na minuli rad poštovanog reditelja. U pitanju je bio neki krimi film.
Dok se devojka udaljavala od automobila začula je nečije korake iza nje. Bili su skoro nečujni, ali svojim izoštrenim sluhom ipak ih je opazila.
Momak je izvadio iz džepa jakne crnu maramu i obuhvatio je njime devojčin vrat, brzo pritiskajući rukama stvarajući jak obruč.
Devojka je pokušala da se odbrani noktima cepajući maramu ali bez mnogo uspeha. Kroz nekoliko trenutaka pod pritiskom se ugušila.
Momak je olabavio maramu i pustio da devojka padne na pločnik garaže. Potom se udaljio iz garaže i produžio kroz masu ljudi ispred tržnog centra.
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Radnik obezbeđenja primetio je mrtvu devojku kad se vratio sa pauze. Ležala je na pločniku sa bioskopskom kartom u desnoj ruci. Po vratu su joj se mogle videti crvene mrlje. Odmah je pozvao policiju.
Policijski auto je brzo stigao do mesta zločina i okupljeni ljudi ispred tržnog centra ušće pitali su se šta se zbiva.
Izlazeći iz automobila detektiv je ušao u tržni centar i spustio se do garaže gde je ležalo telo mrtve devojke.
Pogledavši radnika obezbeđenja i devojku, počešao se po bradi i izvadio cigaretu iz kaputa. Potom je kleknuo kraj mrtve devojke. Bilo je očigledno da je zadavljena nekim konopcem ili maramom. Sa interesovanjem je posmatrao automobil marke duster za koji je bio siguran da je pripadao pokojnoj devojci.
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U čitaonici gradske biblioteke sedela je žena sa knjigom u rukama. Bila je to neka studentkinja koja se spremala za ispit. Već sat vremena je naporno čitala udžbenik iz psihopatologije. Osetivši se umorno odlučila je da prekine sa čitanjem i malo prošeta po hodnicima biblioteke.
Devojka je pomalo bila amaterski fotograf i jako je volela da svojim glomaznim fotoaparatom hvata zanimljive fotografije.
Zastavši na drugom spratu pogledala je kroz otvoreni prozor na predeo ispunjen ljudima koji su šetali. Padala je kiša i nekako joj se taj prizor učinio zanimljivim za svoju kolekciju fotkica. Izvadivši fotoaparat škljocnula je njime na izabrani predeo i zadovoljna vratila ga u kožnu torbu koju je nosila.
Udžbenik iz psihopatologije je još stajao na stolu u čitaonici.
Pripišalo joj se pa je otišla do klozeta gradske biblioteke. Dok je obavljala nuždu razmišljala je da li će uspešno proći ispit.
U trenutku dok je navlačila gaćice vrata klozeta su se otvorila i tip u beloj majici je ispalio hitac u njen stomak iz pištolja sa prigušivačem.
Sirota devojka se zabila zamalo polomivši klozetsku šolju.
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Žena u četrdesetim godinama je bila teška alkoholičarka. Očajno joj je bilo potrebno piće pa je nestrpljivo otišla do podruma pića koji se nalazio nedaleko od njene zgrade. Momak u prolazu koji je šetao psa pomislio je kako je ta oronula žena teško propala od alkohola, iako je imala vrlo lepe usne.
Kupila je flašu votke i sela na klupu polako je ispijajući. Nekoliko gavranova lebdelo je tog jutra iznad parka kreštajući.
Ispivši votku, zapalila je cigaretu. Nije imala više para za piće pa je malo prošetala parkom teturajući se. Na igralištu derišta su se penjala po toboganima i igrala se lopte.
Momak u plavoj jakni ostavio je flašu votke pored klupe na kojoj je sedela alkoholičarka i potom nastavio da šeta ulicom gubeći se u maglovitom jutru.
Napravivši krug oko parka alkoholičarka se vratila do klupe u kojoj je ispila votku i primetila još jednu flašu. Bila je zadovoljna na ovom poklonu pa je sela da pije. Ispivši flašu zapalila je cigaretu i zadovoljno se smeškala. Međutim ubrzo joj je pozlilo. Pokušavši da ustane, zamalo je pala na beton, međutim nekako je uspela da se dovuče do zgrade. Ispred stana osetila je teško probadanje i pala na mestu mrtva.
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Debela plavokosa devojka otišla je do knjižare Laguna da kupi novi roman njene omiljene spisateljice Vedrane Rudan. Bilo je kasno veče i knjižara se za nekoliko minuta zatvarala pa je žurila.
Kupivši roman zadovoljno je izašla iz knjižare uputivši se sporednom ulicom. Došla je do ugla kad joj se isprečio mladić u crvenom kaputu. Uhvativši je za glavu nalupao je nekoliko puta o zid zgrade. Potom je ubacio u kontejner i nastavio dalje.
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Pozorište Madlenijanum spremalo se za novu predstavu istaknutog pozorišnog reditelja. Glumci i glumice uvežbavali su više puta tekstove i očekivali su velike ovacije od nestrpljive publike koja se natrpala ispred pozorišta te hladne novembarske večeri.
Među njima je bila i žena crne kose u četrdesetim godinama.
Posetioci su krenuli ka ulazu i smestili se na sedišta nestrpljivo očekujući da predstava počne. Pozornica je još bila u mraku. Kroz nekoliko trenutaka svetla su se upalila i jedno po jedno akteri su izašli na pozornicu. U pitanju je bila adaptacija jednog krimi romana i kad se zavesa spustila prema tapšanjima publike glumci i glumice zajedno sa pomoćnim osobljem osećali su da im je prijala. Iscrpljeni otišli su u prostorije da se odmore.
Jedna kostimografkinja dočekala je mladog glumca koji je igrao glavnu ulogu i pomogla mu da skine kostim. Potom mu je popušila kurac.
Zadovoljna predstavom starija gospođa u crnoj bundi izašla je iz madlenijanuma i krenula gospodskom ulicom kući. Prelazeći ulicu za trenutak je opazila crni automobil koji je jurio prema njoj 150 km na čas pre nego što je pregazio. Zakočivši, ubacio je u rikverc i pregazio jadnu ženu još jednom, pa projurio dalje kroz gospodsku izlazeći na glavnu.
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Ispred muzičke škole Dr Vojislav Vučković mlada devojka Ana obučena u crnu jaknu i crne pantalone stajala je čekajući da počne njen čas pevanja. Hladna decembarska noć mrsila joj je crnu kosu. Na levom obrazu imala je ožiljak koji je dobila kad ju je majka opržila peglom dok je bila mala. Pogledavši na sat nije više mogla da čeka pa je ušla u školu ostavivši njenog psa na povocu.
Učiteljica pevanja je imala mnogo problema sa ovom curom jer joj glas ipak nije bio na nivou. Bila je to zgodna žena skladne građe i crvene kose.
-Moraš malo bolje da se hraniš, malo povrća da jedeš.
Devojčica je postiđeno gledala u svoje cipele.
-Hoću nastavnice.
Dok je čas trajao ispred škole sedeo je na klupi mladić u sivoj jakni. Noć se teško spustila na ulice i bio je ogrnut teškim mrakom. Zadovoljno je slušao glasove i muziku koja je dopirala iz škole.
Posle sat vremena učenici su izlazili iz škole vraćajući se kućama, neki sa roditeljima a neki sami. Ana se vraćala sama pokupivši svog omiljenog ljubimca. Mladić je ustao sa klupe i počeo da je prati sa bezbedne udaljenosti. Nosio je kožne rukavice.
Mlada Ana koračala je ulicom ispunjenom sa obe strane dugačkim drvećem i svetiljkama. Tapkao je britvom po jakni nekoliko puta. Devojka se okrenula i pogledala ga. Za trenutak joj se učinio poznatim, kao da ga je negde već srela. Dugo je bila sama i momak joj se svideo. Prilazeći joj držeči britvu iza leđa stao je centimetar iznad nje.
-Čuo sam te kako pevaš tamo gore. Ona nastavnica nema pojma.
-Hm..hvala ti...
-Međutim, mislim da će ti glasne žice biti mnogo bolje nakon ovog...
izrekavši to izrezao joj je grlo britvom i ostavio je da leži na betonu dok je nastavio dalje. Ulične svetiljke su polako sijale sve jačim sjajem dok se mladić gubio u pomrčini noći, a devojka je ležala osvetljena dok joj je krv šikljala iz vratne žile.
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Detektiv zadužen za lanac ubistava počinjenih u kratkom vremenskom roku od 26 novembra do 19 decembra dugo je radio na tom slučaju. Da li je u pitanju bila neka zapetljancija oko droge ili su ubistva bila počinjena nasumično bez ikakvog motiva, pitao se.
Nije bio siguran ni da li se radilo o istom počiniocu jer je u svakom ubistvu prema tragovima koji je policijski aparat prikupio izgledalo da je tip drugačiji. Međutim, moguće je da se ubica prerušio tokom svakog izleta. Otisci cipela i ostali dokazi prikupljeni sa mesta zločina takođe nisu ništa pomogli.
A otrov koji je iskorišćen prilikom ubistva alkoholičarke mogao se kupiti u svakoj apoteci u gradu.
Detektiv se digao sa stola i prošetao po prostoriji ispunjenoj policajcima koji su tipkali na kompjuterima i ispijali kafe. Izašao je na svež vazduh i zapalio cigaretu.
Uhvatio se za jedini siguran trag koji je imao a to je bio automobil marke bmw crne boje registarske tablice 666-555 koje su snimile policijske kamere u tom delu grada.
Preko svojih doušnika doznao je da se radi o automobilu koji je često puta bio iskorišćavan tokom pljački menjačnica i zlatara. Međutim, više puta mu je promenjena boja i oblik tako da je teško bilo ući mu u trag.
Odlučio je da pođe do automehaničarske radionice gde je radio njegov stari poznanik koji je pre izvesnog vremena služio kaznu u zatvoru zbog krađe automobila. Učinio mu je uslugu jednom pa je očekivao da će mu uzvratiti.
Ulazeči u automehaničarsku radionicu osetio je miris dizela i istrulelih guma.
Pognut nad automobilom mladi automehaničar popravljao je auspuh stare tojote korole.
Bio je zaokupljen poslom pa nije primetio detektiva koji je stajao ispred njega.
Detektiv zapali cigaretu i momak se okrene.
-Ćao drugar.
Momak ostavi alat i podigne se.
-Oh, ćao druže.
-Verujem da si čuo za onu...khm...nezgodu u zemunu. Možda bi mogao nešto da mi kažeš o crnom bmw-u.
Momak je uzeo prljavu krpu sa stola i obrisao lice njom.
-Pripada nekom tipu, Marko Tomanović se zove mislim.
-Hvala ti.
-Nemoj da mu kažeš samo...
Detektiv se nasmešio.
-Ništa se ne brini.
Izašavši iz automehaničarske radionice uputio se ka mestu stanovanja Marka Tomanovića. Bio mu je poznat taj lik tokom nekadašnje istrage, i vrlo brzo je stigao do njega.
Marko Tomanović je sedeo u stanu i gledao tv. Pušio je marihuanu i pio pivo. Začuvši kucanje na vratima, otvorio je i ugledao detektiva.
Pustio ga je da uđe i seo natrag u fotelju. Detektiv je stajao ispred njega.
-Šta možeš da mi kažeš o crnom bmw-u iskorišćenom tokom ubistva ispred madlenijanuma.
-Nije to ničiji bmw. A nisam ga ni vozio te večeri.
-Kome si ga pozajmio.
-Nekom liku, Lazaru. Nešto mu je trebao valjda.
-Gde živi.
Mladi gangster mu dade adresu. Detektiv se zahvali i pođe ka odredištu. Putujući razgledao je ljude koji su se spremali za novu godinu i ukrašene bandere i zgrade.
Bila je to stara kućica od crvene cigle okružena dugačkim brezama. Vrata su bila otvorena. Detektiv uđe u zadimljenu sobu punu flaša i pepeljara ispunjenih cigaretama.
Mladić je stajao ispred detektiva.
-Što si pobio onolike žene, momak.
-Podsećale su me na nekoga.
-Pa si ih zato pobio.
-Da.
Detektiv je izvukao cigaretu i zapalio je.
-Ići ćeš u zatvor zbog ovog dečko.
Detektiv mu stavi lisice i izvede ga iz stana. Ubacio ga je u auto i odvezao se u duboku noć.
Bio je to neočekivan prizor. Na širokom krevetu punom svilenih posteljina ležala je mrtva žena sa mačetom na stomaku.
Njen muž je tog dana bio na poslu i kad se vratio kući iznenadila ga je prilično čudna tišina pošto je njegova žena Mirjana uvek nešto blebetala ili pravila buku.
Ušavši u spavaću sobu zatekao je mrtvu sa macom na stomaku. Maca se budila iz sna ližeći šapu. U ruci je nosio kesu sa hranom i primetivši maca skoči sa mrtvog tela i priđe mužu koji joj je sipao hranu u čamče.
Nije imao vremena za razmišljanje pa je pozvao policiju.
Policijski auto brzo je stigao do mesta zločina. Iz automobila je izašao mladić u sivom kaputu. Pored njega prođe devojka šetajući kuče obučeno u prslučić. Bila je jesen i kuce su morale dobro da se obuku kako bi šetali.
Prolazeći do zgrade detektiv pomisli kako je ova promena vremena naterala devojke da se mnogo toplije oblače.
Muž je sedeo na fotelji sa rukama na glavi, očigledno očajan i tužan. Cigareta na pepeljari je polako dogorevala, a piće u duguljastoj čaši stajalo je na stočiću.
-Dobar dan detektive, rekao je Miloš.
Detektiv je ćutao prilazeći mrtvoj ženi na krevetu.
Odmah mu je pala sumnja na njenog muža. Međutim, nije još bio sasvim siguran.
-Ovakvu ste je našli, upita detektiv. Izvadio je cigaretu i zapalio.
-Da.
-Ništa niste dirali.
-Nisam.
-Recite mi nešto o njoj.
Muž je popio ostatak piva iz čaše i zapalio još jednu cigaretu.
-Moja žena je...bila psihijatrijski bolesnik, detektive. Desila joj se teška trauma negde u detinjstvu i otad nije bila sasvim svoja. Međutim, meni se ona svidela pa sam je oženio.
Detektiv je gledao kroz prozor sobe u kojoj je mrtva Mirjana ležala. Delovala je prilično mirno, dugačke crne kose rasute oko jastuka.
-Jeste, bila je mnogo naporna moram priznati. Međutim, sve sam to trpeo jer sam je voleo.
Miloš brizne u plač. Izvadio je maramicu iz džepa košulje i izduvao nos.
Detektiv se okrene od prozora i zagleda se u sliku na zidu. Bio je to uljani portret Mirjane kao tinejdžerke.
-Vidim, reče i prošeta po sobi. -Uskoro će doći tim za prikupljanje dokaza, i hitna pomoć.
Detektiv je razmišljao kako će dr. Stamenkovski imati pune ruke posla oko ove devojke.
U tom trenutku čulo se kucanje na vratima. Bila je to Miloševa komšinica, lepa mlada devojka plave kose.
Detektiv joj se isprečio ispred vrata.
-Je li nešto nije u redu sa Mirjanom?, upita.
-Mrtva je. Ometate istragu, reče detektiv i zatvori vrata.
Detektiv se baš okrenuo nazad ka predvorju kad se začulo još jedno kucanje. Bila je to druga komšinica, studentkinja kestenjaste kose i velikih crnih očiju.
-Da se nije nešto desilo dragoj Mirjani, upita.
-Mrtva je. Ometate istragu, reče detektiv i zatvori vrata. Prolazeći kroz predvorje pa preko dnevne sobe do spavaće razmišljao je kakvog li udela imaju ove dve devojke u smrti mlade Mirjane.
Ubrzo su došli momci za prikupljanje dokaza i bolnička kola koja su odvela Mirjanu u mrtvačnicu na pregled.
Detektiv je ostao sam sa ožaljenim mužem.
-Recite mi, Miloše, kakvu je to traumu doživela pokojna Mirjana pa je tako poludela.
Miloš se nakašljao dva tri puta.
-Hm...nije htela mnogo da govori o tome...držala je to kao nekakvu tajnu. Samo mi je nešto natuknula o čudnom događaju u vrtiću.
-Kakve je lekove pila.
-Uobičajenu terapiju.
U tom trenutku začuje se zvono. Bio je to poštar. U ruci je držao paket namenjen Mirjani. Nažalost, u ovom trenutku Mirjana nije mogla da ga dobije.
Detektiv preuzme paket i pogledavši Miloša otvori ga.
U njemu su bile crne čipkane gaćice.
Detektiv ih osmotri pa pogleda Miloša.
-Je li ovo Mirjana poručila ili ih je neko kupio za nju.
-Verujem da je kupila sama. Često je kupovala crne čipkane gaćice, i to uvek slične. Mora da ih ima stotinak u ormariću.
-Ipak, moraću da ih zadržim, u svrhu istrage, reče detektiv i strpa gaćice u džep sivog kaputa.
Pregledao je dnevnu sobu. U njoj su bile uobičajene stvari. Veliko sto, stolice, ormarići...nije mnogo toga bitnog našao. Međutim, pažnju mu je privukao stari otrcani papirić na kome je bio nažvrljan nekakav amaterski crtež. Pružio ga je Milošu.
-Šta je ovo.
-Oh. Ne znam zaista. Moguće da je to bila neka njena uspomena iz tinejdžerskih dana.
Detektiv strpa papirić u džep. Pozdravivši Miloša, otišao je iz stana sa obećanjem da će pronaći ubicu njegove žene. U hodniku je naišao na opušak cigarete. Bio mu je nekako sumnjiv, jer je zgrada inače bila uvek čista pa ga je podigao i strpao u džep kaputa zajedno sa ostalim dokazima.
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Prepustivši inspektoru Stojkoviću ispitivanje komšija i Mirjaninih poznanika otišao je do devojke koja je prodavala crne čipkane gaćice pokojnoj Mirjani.
Živela je na Konjarniku tako da je dugo vremena proveo u putovanju. Strašna kiša pljuštala je kao iz kabla dok se primicao kući Veronike.
Ušavši u kući zatekao je mladu Veroniku u fotelji prekrštenih nogu. Na sebi je imala dugačku crnu haljinu. Crne kratke kose i tanke figure, delovala je kao neka cura iz stripa.
U levoj ruci tanka dugačka cigareta sijala je crvenkastim sjajem u polumračnoj sobi. Detektiv sede preko puta nje.
-Jeste, prodavala sam joj crne čipkane gaćice. Mislim da sam dosta para zaradila na tim istrošenim gaćicama.
-Pomalo čudno.
-Valjda joj je to bio hobi neki. Šta znam, izusti Veronika ispuštajući veliki oblak dima iz usta, za trenutak izbledevši lik detektiva.
-Da niste možda imali neke veze sa smrću sirote Mirjane, upita detektiv. Dim koji se razilazio sad je razbistrio sliku mladog detektiva.
Ugasivši cigaretu u pepeljari, Veronika reče:
-Nemojte, molim vas, detektive. Samo sam joj gaćice prodavala.
-Sigurno ste u nepovoljnom finanskijskom položaju čim prodajete toliko crnih čipkanih gaćica.
-U pravu ste. Hm, što se toga tiče, pošto je Mirjana sad mrtva, mogu li ih dobiti natrag? Možda ću ih prodati nekom drugom.
Detektiv ustade sa fotelje i izvukavši crne čipkane gaćice baci ih na njenu butinu. Rupa na hulahopkama sada je bila pokrivena crnim čipkanim gaćicama.
-Hvala vam, reče Veronika.
Detektiv joj se takođe zahvali i napusti kuću.
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Inspektor Stojković se pribiližavao kraju ispitivanja komšija i poznanika i bio je zadovoljan što će uskoro otići u restoran da popije pivo. Svi su imali alibije i činilo se da nemaju nikakve veze sa tragedijom.
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Kiša je još pljuštala dok je detektiv putovao do kancelarije doktora Psihomanovića. Bio je to lični psihijatar pokojne Mirjane. Očekivao je da će mu nešto više reći o sirotoj ženi.
Ušavši u jarko osvetljenu prostoriju imao je utisak gušenja. Ipak, doktor Psihomanović bio je na svom terenu. Na stolu ispred njega stajala je kutijica puna šiljatih olovaka.
-Poznavali ste pokojnu Mirjanu doktore. Recite mi nešto o njoj.
Doktor Psihomanović izvuče cigaretu i zapali je. Ustao je sa stola i izvadio flašu viskija iz ormarića sipavši tečnost u čašu pa se okrenuo prema prozoru.
Graja dece iz osnovne škole prostirala se poput stotinu gavranova po tamnom nebu.
-Reći ću vam detektive. Nesrećna Mirjana imala je život pun tegoba. Na sreću, sad ih više nema.
-Njen muž Miloš je nešto natuknuo o traumi u njenom detinjstvu.
-Ah, to..
Psihijatar se sad okrenuo i seo za sto.
-Bilo je to nešto bezazleno. Vaspitačica je bila po njenim rečima gruba prema njoj zato što nije umela lepo da veže pertle na patikama.
Psihijatar se nakašljao i ispio viski.
-Možda je bila još nečeg ozbiljnijeg, ali nisam uspeo to da iskopam. Vaspitačia se obesila u dvorištu njene kuće posle nekoliko godina.
-Hvala vam, doktore.
Detektiv sad izvuče papirić iz džepa kaputa.
-Znate li možda čiji je ovo papirić.
-Oh, to. Mnogo puta mi ga je pokazivala tokom naših sastanaka. Pokazivala ga je i sestrama na intenzivnoj nezi. Verujem da je to bio crtež nekog mladog udvarača tokom njenih tinejdžerskih godina.
Detektiv nije više mogao da podnese opresivnu atmosferu kancelarije doktora, pa mu se zahvalio i izašao van na pločnik pun blatnjave kišnice.
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Dr. Stamenkovski, patolog, stajao je kraj prozora dok su bolničari unosili telo pokojne Mirjane.
Prekinuvši posmatranje škole za pevanje koja ga je opuštala okrenuo se ka Mirjani koja je ležala na aluminijumskom stolu.
Nije imala nikakvih rana na telu koje bi ukazivale na uzrok smrti. Na levom dlanu ocrtavao se ožiljak, a na desnoj butini tetovaža zmije svetlucala je pod fosforescentnom svetlošću mrtvačnice.
Uradivši niz testova u organizmu joj je otkrio malu količinu sredstava za smirenje i još neke tečnosti. Među njima je bila neka zelenkasta stvar koju nije poznavao. Pažljivo je prineo tečnost do mikroskopa. Posle intenzivnog posmatranja otkrio je da je to smrtonosni otrov, polonijum-32.
Patolog je ustao sa stolice i zapalio cigaretu.
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Detektiv je odneo sumnjivi opušak cigarete forenzičarki, ali nije uspela da načini vezu između njega i zločina. Tako je da je produžio dalje niz ulicu kad je dobio obaveštenje od patologa. Već neko vreme je sumnjao na otrov koji je došao glave mladoj Mirjani. Bilo je sad već pitanje vremena kad će se otkriti krivac.
Već prilično umoran od posla vratio se u policijsku stanicu. Koleginica Nataša sedela je u kancelariji sa policijskim mačorom na stolu.
-Hej, mislim da će te ovo interesovati.
Detektiv je skidao kaput mokar od kiše nakačivši ga na čiviluk.
-Fric je pobegao iz stanice i neko vreme lutao. Popeo se na drvo i tu je neko vreme dremao. Međutim, video je nešto zanimljivo.
Ova novost zaokupila je detektiva pa se koncentrisao. Izvadivši cigaretu iz pokisle kutije, zapalio je i seo na stolicu nasuprot Frica i Nataše.
-Znam da si zaokupljen oko smrti mlade Mirjane. Pa, Fric je dremajući na drvetu video kako njen muž Miloš daje nekakav prašak Mirjani.
Pogledavši mačka Frica, detektiv se nasmešio.
-Oh, pa to rešava dosta toga. Upravo sam dobio informaciju od patologa da je Mirjana otrovana.
-Misliš li da će svedočenje Frica biti od nekakve pomoći. Ipak nije bio na službenoj dužnosti.
-Verujem da hoće. Ionako će se oni gore baviti time.
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Muž Miloš sedeo je na stolici u prostoriji za ispitivanje.
-Odakle ste nabavili otrov, upitao ga je detektiv.
-Izvukao sam ga iz farmaceutske kompanije u kojoj radim.
-Što ste to uradili, pitao ga je inspektor.
Miloš briznu u plač.
-Nisam mogao više da podnesem njeno kukanje i ludilo. Predugo je to trajalo. A i mislim da joj je sada mnogo bolje.
Nataša mu stavi lisice na ruke i odvuče ga u ćeliju.
Mačak Fric je lickao šape u kancelariji detektiva.
-Dobar si posao odradio, mačak.
Fric ga pogleda i skoči na lavabo. Detektiv pusti slavinu da Fric popije vodu.
-Pij vodu, Fric. Nije neka ali dobra je za tebe.
Much better movie than one with Humphrey Boggart, all due to good old Robert Mitchum. Beautifully shot in England with all those countryside and luxurious mansions.
This one mixed quite a lot of stuff, isolated castle, family secrets, erotica, and all other stuff. Interesting to say is that leading actress is Jane Birkin, wife of famous musician Serge Gainsbourg who also has a small role. Doris Kunstmann also gives good performance as promiscuous sister.
Back in the day young kids jerked their mind playing this game over and over. And rightfully so because it is superb game, not bothering with stupid shit like story, character development and all that crap, although there is some story behind all those killing. Instead you venture into dungeons consisting of 9 levels, slowly approaching to the core of hell and encountering tougher and tougher enemies, like giant centipedes and scary looking knights with big swords. Drenched in gothic atmosphere with soundscapes from hell, this game will keep you awake at lonely nights. Also it's not very long so you can finish it in one week.
Second part Diablo 2 is huge trash, but considering what Blizzard made afterwards it is no wonder.
Maybe the best hack and slash game of all time, you come into the world as Revenant, powerful warrior with tainted blood. Then you go on some quests killing respawning monsters. Under all that killing there is actually very sad and tragic story. Gameplay is very good, because beside using swords and axes you can learn fighting skills so it resembles those old fighting games like streets of rage. Art direction is excellent and really this game looks beautiful. Only thing is absence of music but that could be some bug as I read on forums.
Santiago Segura created this crime comedy series of movies and first one was decent, but with every subsequent installment it gets worse and worse. However as always there are some funny moments with this kind of movies so it's not to bad if you spend hour and a half watching it.
Very funny movie originated from tv show about unemployed dutch assholes listening to gabber music and drinking beer. Very good acting and lots of surreal gags make this movie quite enjoyable. There is also sequel New Kids Nitro which is also good.
She didn't know how much time she spend sleeping under a starry sky, but she sure knew that she was awake and feeling thirsty and hungry. She got up and started walking down the street. She needed more money, and also she needed a shower. She ended up in street where all the prostitutes were hanging out. Lot of cars were passing by, and lot of prostitutes were standing on sidewalk. Whores, like she was. Finally some car pulled over by her. Maria opened the door and entered in car. Some old ugly fatso was driving the car. He had big beard and mustaches.
"You're so pretty, little one, come give me a blowjob", he said to her.
"Give me money first. 10 euros."
"10 euros for blowjob? That's a lot of money, and you smell bad."
"I'm the best cocksucker out there, let me show you..."
Fat pervert got a hard on, and he let Maria to suck his dick. She stripped his pantaloons and pants and started sucking his dick.
"You're so good, little one...", he said while she drained his dick. He quickly came in her mouth and Maria got up on seat.
"You're good, baby", he said to her and paid her 15 euros.
"Here you go, you earned little extra cash."
Maria went out of the car. Other prostitutes looked her with envy. They were old and ugly, and she was young and beautiful. She entered in underground hall, stuffed money in her tie jeans, and lit cigarrette. Rain began falling.
City began waking up, street lights were fading and sunlight appeared on the street. Trash men were picking up trash from the street, men and women were going to work, and Maria went to eat something. While she ate pizza she thinked for herself.
"My pussy is worth more than 15 euros. I'm better than all those prostitutes. I should earn more."
And so, step by step, Maria was advancing in her prostitute career. She sucked half town, got a word in the streets as good whore, and she rent apartment in suburb. She put advertisement in local advertisement papers, bought some fancy clothes, and soon money came down in her hands. She was no ordinary prostitute now. She went at other people houses, truckdrivers, middle-aged people with shitty jobs, old people. She befriended with some girls, also prostitutes, in her place. She drunk beer with them in park behind buildings. They were pretty loud in those late hours and neighbors were complaining.
"Shut the fuck up, whores!", some neighbor shouted at them.
"Go fuck yourself", replied Maria and continued drinking.
In november she prospered because she got a call from some guy who won the lottery. Lazarus was his name. Lazarus didn't fuck nothing for ten years straight, so he was pretty horny and in dire need of pussy. Every day she went to him and Lazarus fucked her in pussy, ass and mouth. As time went by they got somehow close to each other, so she told him her story, how she became whore. Her mother died in traffic accident when she was ten years old. She continued to live with her father who was a drunk. He molested her until police arrested him. So she went to live with foster parents. They molested her too so she ran away and began living on the street.
Lazarus was watching her with some kind of sorrow as she told him her story. But his dick grew hard again.
"Sad story, Maria. Ugh, I got a hard on. Suck my dick again."
Days went by, and Maria didn't have clients beside Lazarus. That fellow behaved like he was in prison for his entire life. In her free time Maria watched movies and went to nightclubs.
She was standing at the entrance of Lazarus apartment. He always leaved door unlocked in their meetings, so she went in. She heard some strange sounds in living room. She was walking down the hallway until she came in living room, and there she saw Lazarus hanging from the ceiling. Maria screamed in horror and momentarily leaved apartment. She was running down the street until she came in some park. She sat on a bench and lit cigarette. Maybe I should have called the police, she thought. Maybe I should close the door. Maybe police will arrest me for whoring myself. My fingerprints were all over the apartment.
Days went by and there was no trace of police. She read about Lazarus suicide in newspapers. There wasn't much words about motif. Soon Maria forgot about Lazarus, her attention moved to other people dicks. In some unnamed apartment, some old man was fucking her in pussy, second man in ass, and third man was fucking her mouth. They came in her mouth, pussy and ass, and after sex she was sniffing cocaine from the table. She leaved them and began walking down the street. Her mobile phone was ringing. It was some unknown number. She answered the call, but in beginning there was just static, and after some time man voice. It was Lazarus voice.
"Why didn't you came, Maria?"
"Is this some kind of joke?", she replied and turned off phone. She came to her apartment. It can't be him, I must have hallucinated, she thought. She looked through the window. Some guys were hanging out outside, standing by some car.
Tomorrow someone was banging on her door. If this is again that bitch from the third floor I will fuck her in the ass, she thought. She looked through the hole. At the entrance some shady guy was standing dressed in gray jacket, surrounded with two policemen. I'm done, they will arest me, she thought. She opened the door.
"Good day", she said to them.
"Good day, lady. I am detective Suckinsky, and these are my partners, policeman George and policeman Nicholas. Could we come in to ask you some questions?"
"Yes, you can. What is it about?"
Detective Suckinsky was examining her apartment while smiling viciously. He sat on a chair and lit cigarette.
"It's about your former friend, deceased Lazarus. You knew him, didn't you?"
"Yes, I have. I am terribly sorry for what happened to him."
"You see, Maria, we have suspicions that he was entangled in satanic cult, and that he killed himself because of that."
"My god, detective Suckinsky, I didn't even doubt. He was behaving so normally. Those are some grave matters."
"Yes. Well, we came to warn you. These people are very dangerous. They act from shadow, and their victims are outcasts. Like you."
"What do you mean?"
"We know that you're a slut. Now, before we leave, maybe you could do us some favor, in exchange for freedom.", said Suckinsky and pulled out his dick. Maria kneeled before his legs and started sucking his dick. It was very big, so she had trouble swallowing him whole.
"Yeah, slut, suck my big dick", said Suckinsky while she sucked his dick. Policeman George and Nicholas also pulled out their dicks. Finally Suckinsky came in her mouth with a lot of thick hot cum. He pulled her by the hair and didn't let go until she swallowed his cum. He got up and made way for policeman George who had even bigger dick than Suckinsky, so she had to suck him too.
"Lousy cops...always want blowjob, but without payment...", she thought for herself while she sucked. When George came, he made way for Nicholas. Fortunately, he had small dick, so it was easy for her to finish him off. Finally they leaved and Maria went to bathroom to wash up her mouth. When she finished she sat on chair and turned air conditioning, and lit cigarette. She poured some whiskey, too.
But then again someone knocked on her door. This time it was some old gentleman in nice suit.
"Hello, Maria. I'm sorry that I break in your apartment in this way, but I am Lazarus older brother. My name is Michael. It was said to me that you hanged out with Lazarus before he killed himself, so I would want to talk with you."
"How do you know about me?"
"Detective Suckinsky told me. You know, I have been in Caiman Islands for last year, and I didn't talk much with Lazarus. I feel pity for that, especially now that he's dead. We were never in good relations."
"Here, take a seat.", said Maria.
"Thank you, Maria." Michael pulled his left hand and she saw strange black necklase in shape of snake.
"Do you like it? I bought it in Caiman Islands, weird people there. You see, Maria, Lazarus has always been a lowlife. He won that lottery so he went mad. That's why he killed himself, I'm sure. On the other hand, I have always stood firmly on the ground, I made all with my own hands."
"Detective Suckinsky says that Lazarus was involved in satanic cult."
"Those are bullshit, don't listen to detective Suckinsky. Hear me, Maria, now that I came back, in next two week I intend to organize big party, lot of young men and women in my mansion. If you are interested, you can join in. Here is my visit card. See you, Maria."
Michael leaved and she closed door behind him. She took visit card he leaved. In red words on black background it was written:
"Michael Runowitz, businessman"
Did this man invited me to orgies?she thought.
She was standing before beautiful mansion of Michael Runowitz, businessman. She accepted his invitation. Amount of money that was promised to her was too big to pass on. However, with every step she made to mansion, she felt like some parts of her soul were fading away. Two young men in black suits opened the door for her.
"You arrived, Maria. Step in the hall, party will begin shortly."
A bunch of men and women watched her as she was closing in to them. They all wore black suits and black dresses, and they were wearing some strange masks on their faces. In the center there was a huge sculpture made from gold. Upper part of sculpture was in shape of beautiful woman with six hands that were wielding swords, all decorated with diamonds and emeralds. Lower part was in shape of giant anaconda. Maria was watching strange sculpture with disgust. From the crowd appeared Michael and he moved to Maria.
"Ah, Maria, you arrived. I see that you're shaken. Don't worry, it will all be over in few minutes."
Men and women started touching Maria and undressing her. They were sucking her and kissing her whole body. She felt their slimy touch and horrid breath on herself. Girls were licking her pussy and boys were fucking her. She was overwhelmed by their bodies, like in snake nest. In time chaos erupted, everyone was fucking everyone, and Michael was standing before strange sculpture and murmuring some strange words.
"In nomine spiritus sanctus de los Yhunomei", he murmured.
Maria attempted to break away from entanglement of bodies, hands and legs but with no success. Like she was swimming in slimy sea, she made her way through pussies, dicks and tits. But she noticed something strange. They all began changing in strange ways. Their skin became softer, dicks were bigger, their body transforming in most hideous ways. What is happening here, Maria asked. She recalled words of detective Suckinsky.
"We have suspicions that he was entangled in satanic cult..."
Trying to break free from this madness, in sea of entangled faces she recognized one. Lazarus! He who killed himself, now was orgying in this hell. His eyes were burning with hellfire, and his tounge was all over their bodies. Maria bite one dick and somehow managed to break free. She ran away down the hallway.
"Boys, after her. Ritual will not be completed without her!", shouted Michael in madness. Maria was running as far as she could, condemning herself because of her greed. She stumbled across some guy and fell to the ground. It was detective Suckinsky. He was holding gun in his hand.
"Maria! Are you allright? I came back in time. I knew that Michael has some connection to these happenings. I found papers in Lazarus apartment..."
"Wait...how do I know that it is you? Maybe you are one of them...snake man!"
"We don't have time for arguing now, Maria. You have to trust me. Come on.", he said and carried her away through the hallway. He shot two or three snakemen that appeared, then he turned left in another hallway, holding Maria's hand. At the end of dark hallway there was some strange light that blinded Maria and detective Suckinsky. Light was gone, and before them was hideous monster, much like that strange sculpture. With furious speed it approached them, with beautiful smile on face, it waved with six swords. Suckinsky fired couple of times at it, but with no success.
"Run away, Maria!"
Maria ran away in another hallway, leaving Suckinsky alone with monster. He didn't have a chance with demon. In a matter of seconds monster chopped detective with six swords, and in the end embraced him with it's tail, crushing his bones and rendering him unconscious.
Maria was running but she knew that there was no exit. She was surrounded with snakemens. Michael appeared, holding candle in his hand.
"You can't run away, Maria. You know that. Why don't you join us, you'll become accepted in our community. You will not have to suck dicks in order to survive."
From dark came Lazarus, with smile on his face he watched Maria.
"And Lazarus, in beginning he opposed, but eventually he accepted. He threw his worthless life and became on of usss".
Maria stood by the wall. She didn't know what to do.
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In the end, I accepted. It wasn't like I had some choice. I didn't have no one in the world, and these people will stay with me forever. I became one of them, I threw away my false life, and embraced their secret knowledge. Soon I will start searching for other people that will become part of our community. Part of our dear Yhunomei. From dark altar I look upon our members, and bow down to our master. Soon this world will become ours.
Like most british tv shows this one is pretty good. Adaptation of various novels by Barbara Vine, it consists of several episodes of evenly strenght.
Best ones are :
Gallowglass
Dark adapted eye
Fatal Inversion
Double
Fallen Curtain
Master of the Moor
Thirteen steps down
Very good movie by famous director Jean-Jaques Annaud, it tells story about bounty hunters, murdering psychopaths who goes on a bear killing trip. After some struggle big bear protecting his little teddy kills one of them. Other hunter is now faced against big bear without rifle, but bear leave him alive, which once again proves that bears are much better persons than humans, and that is why they hibernate during winter.
With minimal dialogue and plenty action this is enjoyable movie well deserved for its praise.
The Reckoning, movie set in medieval times, is very interesting. Of course it is when you have such actors as Willem Dafoe, Gina McKee, Paul Bettany, Brian Cox and Vincent Cassel.
When young monk played by Paul Bettany makes cardinal sin by copulating with a nun he gets expelled from monastery. Travelling through wasted landscapes of war torn country he encounters musical troupe or some kind of bandits. Together now they come to some village ruled by mysterious man.
Strange things are happening there as children of the village are disappearing one by one.
After some investigation troupe come to the conclusion that village ruler Vincent Cassel is killing those boys. After some struggle they manage to overcome him and soon leave village like all other vagabonds.
Vincent Cassel gives strong performance as ruthless village ruler possibly inspired by mythical figure Gilles de Rais, alleged child molester.
Decent crime flick starring Daniel Auteuil, Nastassja Kinski and Ciaran Hinds. Daniel Auteuil now private investigator gets hired to find a missing boy. As he delves deeper into the case he goes down a spiral of hideous smut. Of course movie itself doesn't have nothing in common with real thing, but at least it's pleasant to watch. And sadly there is some truth to it. Lot of poor children are unhappy and are willing to find a new home. Ending is especially stupid, after main protagonist crack that ring, hoping that another one will not come up soon. But good cinematography, some tense scenes and good score by Goran Bregovic makes this movie worth your lousy time.
Darwyn Cooke made very good work translating crime novels of Donald E. Westlake into comic books. Again it is story of ruthless criminal Parker attacking criminal organization known as 'The Outfit' and performing complicated bank robberies, frauds and other interesting criminal activities.
Since Darwyn Cooke is such master artist, it is no wonder that artwork is so brilliant and glossy, mixing blue colors with white and black, occasionally putting bolts of gold here and there.
Unusual crime novel about antiquarian Ned Balfour who finds out that his friend was murdered, and in unravelling of mystery gets skin deep i...
