Kate and her “friend”

A strong character

I have always admired one feature of Kate’s character. She is my friend,  the daughter of a multi-child family of immigrants from Perm, she started hitch-hiking with 16, and with the age of 18 she came to escort, having worked in brothels, and even stood on the road. Though she have seen so many things, she has  not grewn bitter, still has a sincere smile, a childlike curiosity and an audacious sense of humor. I believe only wise people are able to make fun of their own troubles.

What’s wrong, Kate?

But today she came home in huge black sunglasses and locked herself in the bathroom. Sunglasses? In November, in the dark autumn slush? I knew immediately that something was wrong. Having waited tactfully for 10 minutes, I knocked at the bathroom door.

M: “Kate, are you okay?”

In response I heard only silence, but I noticed that the door was not locked. Kate was crying, sitting on the rug in the bathroom. Under her right eye was a brown livid spot, and the eyebrow was cut.

M: “Kathy, honey, what’s wrong with you? Did you get robbed? Was it your client?”

She shook her head, then took a towel and wiped away the tears.

When she met Bernie

K: “Everything is fine, Mia, let’s get a drink.”

Despite my healthy lifestyle, I always keep a bottle of Armagnac in the bottom drawer of a table. Nothing warms a tortured soul like this magic drink. Kate drank two shots in one gulp, and said that she accidentally met on the street “Bernie“, the owner of one of the roadside brothels, where Kate worked and lived 6 years ago. Kate was a undocumented migrant as the other girls from Russia, Yugoslavia and Ukraine. ”Bernie” took away their passports, promising to give her legal documents in return. But in the end he forced them to work in three shifts, fed terribly and paid a penny, citing the fact that “I sustain you, and your accommodation is too expensive.”

On a roadtrip to Berlin

And everyone was afraid, but once Kate had a client who was a “scout” from the Berlin agency; his car stalled right outside a brothel. He noticed a long-legged cutie, and offered to go away with him. That night, Kate suggested to “serve” Bernie and gave him a sleeper with a drink, and when he hit the sack, she found the documents, gave them out to the girls, and they escaped like in a thriller film. Kate and her new friend went to Berlin, they had a torrid love affair, and maybe then was the time she grasped a fact “never fall in love with your pimp”. But she went over him, brought herself in shape and continued to move on.

Still trippin’

And now she met him on the street and Bernie stroked her with knuckles straight in the eye. Passers-by tried to call the police, but the big guy got in the car and promised he will “find her.” And now Kate is afraid, because she had stripped him of his income in one night. I convinced her that now we’re strong, we’re together, we can hire her a bodyguard and driver and we have good friends who will blot out the asshole Bernie. In a couple of days Kate decided to go to the client, and for the whole week we haven’t thought about the case. The livid spot disappeared, and Kate’s face started to smile again.

The encounter

But once I was back home in the morning and noticed an oddbod under our windows. Or rather, he tried to open our door. Kate was at home. And here in my head was born a plan. I texted Kate to hide in the bathroom and lock the door. I decided to go after him. At that moment in my head the pieces of the puzzle of a desperate plan of revenge to Bernie fell into place. I followed him and we bumped into already at the door.

M: “Err, are you going to enter this door?” – I asked politely.

B: “This bitch is at home?” – he asked in a hoarse voice; and I plunged into the hombre of a sour male sweat.

M: “Katie will come soon,” – I replied calmly, – “you must be her friend?”

Whiskey on the rocks

B: “Yes..” – he was taken aback and decided to stop grilling about. Why not, when you are kindly invited to the home of the victim, and even offered some whiskey with ice? I invited him into the kitchen, hastily throwing off my coat. My little black dress slightly lulled his vigilance. And I quietly dropped into a glass of Jack with ice a good dose of sleeper. In 5 minutes, Bernie fell with a crash to the floor and began to snore.

M: “Kate” – I knocked onto the bathroom door – “get out.”

She looked with contempt on this hog carcass and suddenly broke into a smile.

K: “What are we going to do with him?” – she asked, and her eyes lit up with a devilish twinkle.

M: “I have an idea, but we need Ron.”

At the landfill

Ron is my friend from the university, one of the few men in love with me, who did not ask for more than friendship. He was muscular, smart, was the top manager of a large company and married the sister of his boss. But sometimes we met and talked for a while, I wasn’t hiding anything from him. I called him on the secret phone number, and he said that he was coming. I did not start explaining anything, I just asked to take us and “our friend who got wasted” to the nearest landfill. There we stripped Bernie naked, burned his belongings and wallet, and danced around the fire with a bottle of that whiskey.

And then we went home. And I have no regrets. A friend is someone who stands with you in any situation. 

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