Господин Барон / The Baron: 6

The African was now running somewhere upstairs; he only came down to the cell before the excursion. The black man, having learned that the taxman's artistic wailing was paid in cash, at first went on strike. When I found out about this, I threatened that he would also go on hunger strike. The African went back on his word, and we came to an agreement. Now the "wild ogre" usually hung around upstairs somewhere, and during visiting hours he came down, locked his cell, and greeted the tourists by gnawing on a huge bone, glaring with his eyes, exclaiming something unintelligible, and stretching his arms. Once, carried away, he almost dragged a careless Finn to himself, biting into the sleeve of his jacket with his teeth, but the other tourists fought off the fellow and tried to break into the cell. I had to intervene to protect the "emotional but evil child of nature," allowing all the ladies to take pictures with the smiling "outstanding specimen." The men stared grimly and threatened the negro surreptitiously with their fists.

Camrad_RIP 06.02.22 в 18:32

Finn, who was in his usual melancholy body, didn't even seem to realize that someone was trying to eat him.

Camrad_RIP 06.02.22 в 18:33

Schreiber was very jealous of the success of the Negro theater and moaned twice as shrill afterward. But there was no way the two prisoners could shut up the true star. Blumchild sat in his cell with the door open, glaring at passersby. It was hard to see him in the dark, and the smell, despite the daily cleaning, was noticeable, but every tourist was eager to take a memorable photo just in front of this camera. It was interesting to observe how people walked away from the plate with an explanation of his faults (we had long thought it up with Eggy and as a result described everything honestly as it was) with dreamily wistful faces. They don't like bankers for some reason. And regardless of nationality.

Camrad_RIP 06.02.22 в 20:34

In any case, there was already a waiting list for the jailer's place until the end of the summer. So far, however, the torture chamber was not in use, but three of them boasted that they had almost managed to use the lash to lure the moneylender out of the cell.

Camrad_RIP 30.06.22 в 16:43

In fact, that's why it smelled - he didn't bathe. Schreiber was let out for two hours every night for good behavior. African was used as a handyman for dragging or sweeping. But the banker chickened out.

Camrad_RIP 30.06.22 в 16:45

In fact, I'm really good at it. Two weeks as a baronet, and already three prisoners in the cellars. A tax collector, a moneylender, and an ogre. Who else would you like to add, just to complete the picture? A journalist, perhaps? Or...

Camrad_RIP 30.06.22 в 17:00

I stopped at the door of the last cell. Strangely, the bars were locked... I hadn't been down here in five days, but I remember that this, the last, farthest from the entrance, was open. I looked around and nodded to the officer in charge, who rushed over to me. Actually, Fisk should have been promoted by status, but he looked very picturesque here.

Camrad_RIP 30.06.22 в 17:01

"For what is jailed this... " I twiddled my thumbs, searching for a definition. "Prisoner? And who imprisoned him?"

Camrad_RIP 30.06.22 в 17:03

"So according to your Grace's order. For imposture." Erdar shrugged his shoulders. -"He showed up, started demanding something. Here," he held out his journal. "He called himself your friend... There were a lot of them, friends and relatives."

Camrad_RIP 30.06.22 в 17:03

"Yes, I remember. The entire plague."

Camrad_RIP 30.06.22 в 17:11

"Yeah. Well, we explained it to everyone at first. Everyone understood, yes, but this one kept getting angry, threatening that you would be displeased. So we put him in jail. They put it on the door - a vagrant and a crook. Weren't you told?"

Camrad_RIP 30.06.22 в 17:14

I went to the door once more. Something about the man lying there was very familiar... very, very familiar.

Camrad_RIP 30.06.22 в 17:15

"He also called you by Arabic name for some reason. Shurak, I think."

Camrad_RIP 30.06.22 в 17:15

Closing my eyes, I covered them securely with the palm of my hand. Then I reached my hand out to the side, and Fisk immediately put the keys in it. When the well-oiled door opened almost without a sound, the man in the room twitched his shoulder in displeasure, as if to say, "Do not interfere". I coughed:

Camrad_RIP 30.06.22 в 17:27

"Ahem. Hey, Chief, you okay?"

Camrad_RIP 30.06.22 в 17:28

"Who's there?" The prisoner lifted his head from the pillow and turned around unhappily. "Ah, Sasha, you. Hi. What are you doing here?"

Camrad_RIP 30.06.22 в 17:28

"What do you mean, what? I'm sorry, it's my executioners' fault, I didn't know you showed up."

Camrad_RIP 30.06.22 в 17:42

"I got it, I got it." The short, stout man rose on the couch and suddenly stretched contagiously, yawning. "If you only knew, Shurik, how well I rest! The first two days I was mad, how it was without me, but your hexenbiest did not let me out, even once did not let me call out. Strict, you should respect him!"

Camrad_RIP 30.06.22 в 17:43

"I will." I gloomily looked at the guard, and the latter, picking up the intonation, guiltily shrank back. "Come on, out with your things. You've done your time for a crime against my grace, you're transferring to the free. Or do you want to go straight to the hospital?"

Camrad_RIP 30.06.22 в 17:46

"No, I'm fine. Imagine, I sleep as much as I want, my meals are simple and healthy, and most importantly, no one demands or even asks for anything. A vacation resort, just like that! A real one, not this alpine misunderstanding."

Camrad_RIP 30.06.22 в 17:50

"So ask me if there's anything you need. I have shackles for strength training, and a torture chamber with a rack to treat joints and restore posture."

Camrad_RIP 30.06.22 в 17:53

"Justify the last name?"

Camrad_RIP 30.06.22 в 17:53

"Do you know what the name of the castle is?"

Camrad_RIP 06.02.22 в 20:35

"I laughed already." He suddenly leaned back. "You know, I think I'm going to sit here for a little while longer. Do you mind?"

Camrad_RIP 30.06.22 в 18:30

"Aren't you worried about business?"

Camrad_RIP 30.06.22 в 20:00

"Screw it I'm thinking about life here, I'm not rushing anywhere."

Camrad_RIP 30.06.22 в 21:00

"Who are you and how could you take the form of my friend?"

Camrad_RIP 30.06.22 в 21:01

"Ridiculous. But really! Besides, this is the third time a lady has come in here, and she looks at me so pitifully... I'll wait for tonight's crowd."

Camrad_RIP 01.07.22 в 11:24

"Well, then you sit without any indulgences. This is the kind of people here. They don't understand such a rule-breaking."

Camrad_RIP 13.01.23 в 06:41

"Let it be! But now, none of our oligarchs can reproach me for not knowing the life! I was in prison, where they will never be, no matter how much money they take out of the budget!"

Camrad_RIP 13.01.23 в 06:43

"So, what are you doing here? Have you decided to go into politics after all?"

Camrad_RIP 13.01.23 в 06:43

"Shurik, can you believe it, I just came here to watch. Like a tourist!"

Camrad_RIP 13.01.23 в 06:44

I don't believe it. I'm just a simple guy from the farm. And for that sneaky face to do something "for nothing"? He even visits the bathroom with a five-way plot!

Camrad_RIP 13.01.23 в 06:51

He would have liked to have been knighted. The spirit of romanticism is strong in him. But out of my hands, he wouldn't. Twenty years ago we were friends. Now we have a different relationship, and his current acquaintances might not understand. Nevertheless, he is here, and he even pretends to like it here so much that he does not want to leave. Even came up with a kindhearted tourist. Okay, I have a space.

Camrad_RIP 13.01.23 в 06:54

"Do you have any complaints or requests?"

Camrad_RIP 13.01.23 в 06:55

"Do you ever get anything to eat around here besides gruel?"

Camrad_RIP 13.01.23 в 06:55

"Don't you like folk food, moneybag? If you're bored with gruel, do five hundred push-ups and five hundred sit-ups, then you'll get bread and jam!"

Camrad_RIP 13.01.23 в 06:56

"Sasha, are you crazy? I'm going to die!"

Camrad_RIP 13.01.23 в 06:57

"Do you want a sweetie? Work then!"

Camrad_RIP 13.01.23 в 06:58

"I would like something easier!"

Camrad_RIP 13.01.23 в 06:59

"They're going to put shackles on you! Ten kilos on each limb, that makes fifty."

Camrad_RIP 13.01.23 в 06:59

"Shurik, have you counted accurately?"

Camrad_RIP 13.01.23 в 07:00

"Hands, feet, tongue. Or did you think of something else?"

Camrad_RIP 13.01.23 в 07:00

As far as I know this rascal, he'll have the same things for dinner as I have, only the cook will give him extra. I wouldn't be surprised if he'd had it all the first night. Now Chief looked complacent and a little sly. Yeah, right. I'll bet. No, he may be honest and sincere, but... I know him better than anyone alive today, and he knows it. And yet he's still playing the comedy... Oh, there's something wrong here!

Camrad_RIP 13.01.23 в 07:02

The chief, realizing what I was thinking, pretentiously stretched out on the boards with his hands behind his head. Then he looked at me with superiority, pulled out a chocolate bar from under the pillow, slowly unwrapped it, and after taking a bite, thoughtfully uttered:

Camrad_RIP 13.01.23 в 07:02

"Shurik, you have such kind subjects... Take care of them!"

Camrad_RIP 13.01.23 в 07:03

"What did you tell them for a chocolate bar?"

Camrad_RIP 13.01.23 в 07:03

"Told a couple of stories from our younger years."

Camrad_RIP 13.01.23 в 07:04

"Weighing in at twenty years in prison altogether?"

Camrad_RIP 13.01.23 в 07:06

"No more than a five. Don't worry, not a word about you."

Camrad_RIP 13.01.23 в 07:06