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Leon Malin

Leon Malin

End of the President

Agency Amur

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© Leon Malin, 2018

If you read the stories of Vitaly Mushkin’s “President’s Sex” and President’s Sex 2”, then certainly interested in the fate of the protagonist — Artem-President. Here, in this narrative of Leon Malin describes the continuation of the sexual adventures of Artem, until his tragic death. The story “End of the President” can be considered the end of the trilogy.

ISBN 978-5-4493-3754-2

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Contents

1. End of the President

Today is Thursday, the second of August, the usual working day. Agency Amur is working in full — I and my assistant Vika. We are sitting in our office, each at his computer. In the courtyard, summer, bake the sun, the open window of the room does not save much from the heat. A little facilitate our “everyday life” fans.

Victoria is not dressed in accordance with the dress code. She is wearing a short skirt and a silk blouse with a large cut. Willy-nilly, I sometimes throw a look at the peeping white breasts, elastically held back by a narrow bra. Yes, and Vick threw one leg after the other, so I have the opportunity to contemplate their harmony.

“Vika, you’re getting dressed for work, like on the beach,” I make her remark.

— On the beach, everyone generally topless. Oleg, look at the heat. Do I have to bathe here in pants and a shirt with a long sleeve?

“That’s right, but you’re embarrassing me, I’m still a man.” And visitors can misunderstand. What’s with a half-naked woman, girl?

“And where do you see the visitors today?”

And just at that moment there was a knock at the door. Victoria took her foot off her feet and pulled her skirt up.

A man appeared at the door, aged, but not decrepit. A young pensioner, probably.

— Hello, my name is Alexey Ivanovich, I’m a young pensioner.

Victoria sat the visitor in a chair, and she went to make coffee.

— I do not know where to start. The case is subtle and I hesitated a long time before coming to you.

“Tell me, Alexey Ivanovich.” Begin from the very beginning. We will listen to you attentively.

The guest settled down and began his story.

Soon Vika came up with cups of hot coffee.

— I have been married for a long time. There are children and grandchildren. With my wife, Elena Andreevna, we live together, we do not swear so often. In an intimate, sexual way, we continue to be, so to speak, active. But not as before, of course, in his youth. Why am I talking about this? Yes, because now I have doubts. Doubts, I must say, in her faithfulness, in the faithfulness of his wife. Therefore, I turned to your agency, where engaged in love affairs.

“You did it right that you came to us.” Can we help you, another question. But we will listen very carefully. We strictly guarantee confidentiality.

— So, we live with my wife for a long time. Long ago we bought a plot in gardening. We built a house and every year in it we rest. I, as I said, are retired. My wife, too. I do some work. I’m hanging out every week in the city. We have a dacha in Sinyavino, 50 kilometers from St. Petersburg. Near the channel, Ladoga. There is a forest, in a word, nature. I invite you to visit. “Alexey Ivanovich smiled and dropped, as it seemed to me, a glance at my assistant’s chest.

“Thanks for the invitation, but first thing.”

— And this is the thing. To live with us in gardening, to follow the situation. Now watch what the weather is like. Warmth, sun, sunbathe, buy. I’ll give you the keys to your neighbor’s dacha, he left them for me to look after. Himself with his wife while abroad. The southern tan you’ll get from us quickly. “He looked at Victor’s white legs.

The visitor turned out to be talkative and we did not immediately find out what was actually the matter.

And the essence was as follows. Recently, the wife of Alexey Ivanovich has been actively engaged in a healthy lifestyle. In the mornings she jogged, after which she bathed in the canal. The Novoladozhsky Canal has a width of fifty meters. There is clean running water and some places are equipped for swimming, beaches. One day, after returning from a run (and bathing), Elena Andreevna seemed very excited to her husband, not the same as usual. She did not answer inquiries as to what was the matter. And when her husband tried to embrace her, he roughly pushed him away. But is there not much that can be in the soul of a woman?

There is one more circumstance that makes our guest worry. This is the recent rumors about a certain sexual giant, a maniac, seducing on the channel of bathing women. A young man, handsome, athlete, has sex with the first woman he got.

Itself can not follow his wife, Alexei Ivanovich, she will immediately notice. Yes, and openly tell Elena Andreevna about his suspicions fraught with trouble. But in one, the husband firmly believes that she had sex on her side.

That’s the story.

There was something to think about.

“So we have to follow your wife and find out if she has any sexual contacts with her?”

— Yes, it sounds rude, but it is so. Besides, I’d like to know who this maniac is, this bastard.

— How much time do you offer us to monitor your spouse and channel?

“Until you make sure of something.”

“Do you understand, Alexei Ivanovich, judging by what you told us, surveillance can lead nowhere.” How long do you intend to pay for our services? A week, a month?

“Probably a month.”

“Very well, on your hands.” When can we leave for Sinyavino?

— Yes, even today. Here are the keys to your neighbor’s dacha. To the wife I will say that you are acquaintances or relatives of Nicholas, the owner of a neighboring plot. There are no big conveniences in the house, but now it’s summer, many rest so much.

Alexey Ivanovich left, leaving an advance in the envelope.

The next day, Vika and I arrived in gardening. Our house turned out to be wooden, small, but cozy. We did not have time to change our clothes, Alexei Ivanovich entered the door without knocking. And Victoria and I just dressed in bathing suits. Vika gasped and covered her bare chest with a towel.

“Change clothes, change clothes, do not pay attention to me, old man,” he said, casting an avid look at the half-naked girl.

We changed into summer outfits and Alexei Ivanovich took us to get acquainted with the surroundings. It was not far from the canal. Go bridge through the old, already almost completely paralyzed Staroladozhsky canal, and walk a hundred meters through the forest to the new one. On the beach sunbathing several families, some swam. We helped the water and we with an assistant. The bottom of the beach was sandy and dense. There were no currents near the shore, it was in the middle of the canal. Having swum in the pretty pretty water, diving and fooling around, we went ashore.

“Alexei Ivanovich, why do not you bathe?”

— The water is cold, I’m afraid of catching a cold.

— Come on, the water is not cold at all. Moreover, after such a heat.

“After such a heat, young people, it’s easy to catch cold.” A large temperature difference has a negative effect on the human body.

“What a bore,” I thought.

At home, at the dacha, we made a plan of action with Victoria. Tomorrow morning, jogging and bathing in the canal at the same time as Elena Andreevna. Then I leave for the city, do business, and Vika remains to monitor the object and the channel. Communication by phone and Internet. A week later, we sum up the preliminary results. If nothing shows up.

In the evening I fried a shish kebab, Victoria cooked salads and we had supper. Legged in different rooms and I immediately fell asleep, apparently affected the suburban fresh air. In the morning, on an alarm clock, for a run. We run with the assistant on the highway, along the so-called Petrovsky road, along the old canal. She is ahead, I am behind her. Vika has a good figure. Elastic buttocks, slender legs, straight back. We are running slowly, still not athletes. Little by little the body is covered with perspiration. The sun rises higher. Sweat begins to flow. It goes out city slag, I say Vick. It’s time to go back and plunge into the canal. Here is the beach. The head of Elena Andreyevna can be seen in the water. A maniac is not around, there is no one at all.

— Good morning!

— Good.

“How’s the water?”

— Fine.

Vika and I go into the water. It seems very cold. What did Alexey Ivanovich say about the temperature difference? Fear of fear, I dip in my head. Vika, too. But Elena Andreevna leaves. But we will not go after it. She should not know that she is being followed. I swim to the middle of the canal where the current is. Who is stronger, it or me? I hit the water with my hands and feet with all my might, but everything is in one place. No, it’s time to shore.

Victoria stands at the bottom, the water reaches her breast. Elegant at the assistant breast, narrow bra hardly restrains dense buds. I dive, I swim to it under the water. Vika stands on a sandy bottom, legs apart. Will I have to swim between them? No, I’m stuck in the middle. I scream out of the water, holding the girl on my shoulders. She falls to my back. We laugh and splash each other with water. Then we go to the shore, wipe with one towel.

“Turn away, I’ll change,” says the assistant.

“I will not turn away.” Nobody knows that the maniac of the channel is me. And you are my victim today. Now I’ll rape you.

And at that moment I so wanted to have sex, so I wanted this ripe sweet fruit, which hurt somewhere in the lower abdomen. The woman understood this from my eyes. We quickly undress. I put Vika on a towel and went into it. She moaned loudly.

A week later I again came to Sinyavino. The surveillance of Elena Andreevna (and the channel) gave nothing. Every morning the “object” swam in the canal, she came here sometimes and in the afternoon, but no contacts with anyone were. None of the men approached and described the “maniac.” There were no beautiful young people with athletic figures. More and more elderly and young pensioners.

— In principle, this beach is going to the same contingent. Many know each other. With me, there were no incidents. And no one bothered me, except you, — Victoria smiled.

— And what do they say about the maniac?

— Yes, there is such a legend. Like, there is a man, a man, who calls himself the President. If someone likes him from women, he orders to go with him to the forest and rape him there.

“And no one can identify him?”

“No one confesses that he has come into contact with him.” Yes, most likely, it is a myth, fictions.

— Well, let’s continue the observation, the customer pays. And you’re already tanned.

— Yes, I just do that I’m sunbathing on this beach.

“I brought you food from the city, to support you.”

In the evening we had supper and went to bed. I fell asleep again like a dead man.

In the morning, jogging, bathing in the canal and, of course, no sex with co-workers (co-workers). The sun was hotter than usual during the day. My head did not understand at all.

“Vika, shall we go and buy one?”

While they were going to the channel, I kept thinking how we could get out to this President, if he exists at all.

— Victoria, you need to show more activity. Try flirting with the men who bathe in the canal. Do different sexual poses, smile, flirt.

“And if he rapes me?”

— On the beach, if there are other people nearby, he will not succeed. And do not go to the forest for men. Try to attract interest.

In the evening I went to the city, and two days later Victoria arrived there, without a call or warning.

She entered the office with a grim grin.

— What happened?

“He raped me.”

“Who?”

— Maniac, President.

— But how? Why did this happen?

Vika fell wearily into the chair. Under her eyes I could see the dark circles.

“I did everything as you said.” Yesterday afternoon, when there were many people on the beach, I bathed. She did various erotic figures, smiling at men. And then, suddenly, one of them approached me. Not young, not handsome and not an athlete. He swam to the ground and looked into my eyes. His eyes made me uncomfortable. It was some sort of magnetic glance. He only said: “Follow me.” Then he got out of the water and went to the forest. And I’m after him. In the bushes he threw me on the grass and raped.

“But why did you follow him?”

“I do not know, probably he hypnotized me.”

“What else did he say?”

— Anything nastiness. He cursed and beat me, — Victoria showed a bruise on her leg.

“Is he insane?”

— Yes, psycho. Calls himself the President. But his penis is really iron, I can not really sit.

“Have you photographed it?”

— Yes. When he had finished, he went back to the beach, and I followed him. There and photographed.

She handed her phone with a photo of a maniac. From the screen looked ordinary peasant, nothing special. You will see this, and then you will not remember. But not in the case of Vika, of course.

Under the identity recognition program, we found this President. Bugaev Artem Alexandrovich, secondary education, not judged, works as a security guard in the store. “Punching” it further, I found that a man is on the account of a psychiatrist. Well, that’s all. Our investigation is over. It remains only to go to Sinyavino and talk with this Artem. But what will it give us? Probably nothing. And yet, I’m going back to gardening. One.

Here is the house of Artem Aleksandrovich, or rather his mother. Artem comes here only for the weekend. And now he mows the grass with a trimmer.

— Artem, — I call him. — Need to talk.

He turns off the mower and goes out into the street. We go along it not slowly.

“I’m a private detective, this is my identity card.” I received a complaint from you from one woman for sexual harassment.

— Yes, such a story. But you have me responsible for attracting. I’m mentally ill. Yes, and no woman will not give testimony against me, they are all happy, — Artem grinned.

— What do you have for the disease?

— Split personality. So I’m a normal person, and when there is some kind of sexual situation, I turn into President.

— President of what?

— Just the President. And then I commit sexual violence against a woman. But there is one point. By humiliating a woman, a victim, I give her the strongest pleasure. After all, the true essence of a woman is to be a slave to a man, to give him pleasure. You say that this is not so? But you do not know women. So, as I know them. How the President knows them. After all, in my life I have raped many women. And none (none!) Has not made any claims to me. Yes there is a claim. Many followed me after sex acts, wanting to experience everything again.

— And that’s why you did not choose any, did not you get married?

— You know, I, Artem, and the President are different people. Of course, I would like to be married, I wanted to have a family, children. But this is impossible. With sex, Artem leaves and the President appears. And I, Artem, do not need cruel sex, I do not like humiliation and violence. If I had the opportunity not to “release” the President, I would have long married and lived like everyone else. Because of this problem, I do not want to live.

Artem fell silent. I was silent too. The investigation was completed, but what it could give to the customer is unclear.

From our headquarters in Sinyavino, from the house of Nicholas, I called the customer and invited him to come.

“Alexei Ivanovich, the investigation is over.” Here is the result. A sexual maniac is a nearby Artem. A person is mentally ill, suffering from a split personality. Have he had a connection with your wife, we do not know. Do not let her go alone to the beach. Artem will not be judged because of his illness. Yes, and Elena Andreevna will not give evidence against him.

— Why did you decide so?

“Ask her.”

“Give me the address of this Artem.”

— Alexey Ivanovich, Artem is a sick man. Persecuting the patient is not humane.

— Address?!

The customer’s request to me is the law. I gave the address of the maniac to Alexei Ivanovich and left for Petersburg.

About a month later, an investigator visited our office.

— Investigator Ivanov Denis Sergeyevich. I’ll ask you to testify about your trips to Sinyavino.

— What happened?

— Bugaev Artem Alexandrovich died.

— And how did this happen?

— The corpse was found in the canal, the head was broken.

“Is this murder?”

— We find out. Did you know Artem Bugayev?

— Yes, I met him on the case, which was then.

“What’s the matter?” Who is the customer?

— This is confidential information.

“Oleg Alexandrovich,” the investigator looked at me with a heavy look. — Here is a resolution to conduct an inspection (search) in your office. Let’s simplify everything. You tell, we record. Without unnecessary, unnecessary movements. Or do you refuse to help the investigation?

And I told everything.

— Is the fact of Elena Andreevna’s connection