for a while so a sudden knock in the door surprised him. He took on a T-shirt and went to the door. On the threshold stood two guys who should have been brothers as they looked alike. He seems to have seen them. It would be difficult not to notice the first one as his nose was broken several times. After a minute of silence he heard his name called. “It's the small town. Everybody knows freaking everybody", - Mark sighed. He hasn't got used to that.
-I've come to do business, - the elder one with a broken nose didn't pull any punches. Mark liked such an approach but the next phrase made him wonder how to make the brothers off.
-You will help us to open doors of one villa, - he handed a paper with a hand-painted map.
-How can you know I won't go to the police?
The second brother, who had been standing silently, extended his hand to the package of drugs Mark forgot to have hid. He nodded.
He did rob the neighbourhood houses a couple of times. It was not for money but because he was bored. Everything went smoothly although once he had to cut and run as a boy who stole apples.
Mark started thinking and it was not a good sign. He is becoming nerdy. On the other hand, they are asking for something more serious than he has ever done.
-There won't be anybody? - he asked reluctantly.
-No, we’ve checked everything.
He has decided for himself, so he grabbed his bag with tools and headed to the door with brother’s satisfied voices whistling round.
The elder one was driving fast but Mark didn't make a comment.
-I can't see anything. Too dark, - he pointed instead.
-Its okay, I've stolen a couple of flash lights from a gas station yesterday, - was the reply.
In ten minutes they were standing in front of the door. Mark picked the lock easily and robbers split up into two groups.
Mark turned left to the living room where he was hoping to find something valuable. It was very silent so he relaxed. Mark had seen a pair of shoes downstairs but most likely the host was away.
Suddenly Mark heard shrapnel whistling round, and he received a bullet in his back.
“Robbers deserve death", - he remembered his grandfather's words.
Mark nodded. Grandfather always trusted him. But he was always deceiving him. And other people - his parents, clients, the owners of the houses he was “helping", Mary. When they were together, he deceived her so much he was annoyed by it. He was deceiving himself, finally.
A kick. He deserved this.
Stopping, he closed eyes. If he doesn't fight and sleep, it will end soon. The pain will stoop and the pang of guilt too.
What is the death like?
He saw brothers' faces floating away and understood everything. Mark crawled ahead. He will survive and revenge but first he needs to get rid of the pain tearing him up inside.
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