Chapter 13

And now I want to look at you. Who, in fact ... are you? Let us see.

You are overweight and have a goatish grin. You are covered in shame. You radiate it, like rotten wood glowing with green marsh-light. Everyone treats you with condescension, looking down on you; your voice carries no weight. But you are not someone’s puppet, no. Puppets, unlike you, are at least needed by someone. Intelligence ... well, we were not expecting miracles here, because almost everyone who comes to us in the City of B is not a person, but a human larva. Still, you are proud of your mind. A person is always proudest of what he does not possess. You are Omar.

Today you are in an excellent mood. You have been given the task of cleaning the walls of 6 Maple Court after some touch-up work. The builders should have done it, but they assigned it to you, because you will do it for free. So, what are you so pleased about? About the fact that you have a ladder at your disposal, and with that ladder you will be able to climb up to the second-floor windows and peek into Annette’s apartment! That bitch has been avoiding you lately, ever since Christmas night.

You walk toward the building, dragging the ladder behind you.

The closer you get to the building, the better your mood becomes. How wonderful that it is winter and there is snow! Especially snow! It has come to remake everything ... You do not need much to be happy. Your “consumer basket” is a beggar’s bundle. Eat, sleep, stare at the bitch on the second floor, and maybe, with the help of some nastiness, even get inside her!

You set up the ladder. Test it. The rungs bend slightly under your great weight, but that will not stop you! Waggling your backside comically, you climb. No wonder your boss joked today that, according to some Druid horoscope, you are a carrot. Because of your narrow shoulders and wide hips, you really do look like a carrot on short little legs. Interesting -- does your boss have a wife? It would be nice to take her as payment for all his mockery of you!

You reach the desired window. And ... almost fall. Of course, you believe in your luck, but apparently not enough! The local bitch you desire appears before your eyes, wearing only a bodysuit! Her husband is lying nearby, but to hell with him; he cannot see you. You take out your phone and snap a picture. Something to jerk off to tonight.

Yuri gets up, and you shrink in fear, but no one pays attention to you. Something strange happens. Annette points her husband to a place beside the bed, laughs, and says:

“Come on, actor ... play!”

And the bank director begins to masturbate. Annette stands before the bed and says in an intentionally playful, unnatural tone:

“Husband, who are you masturbating to right now? To me or to my lover? Look at his muscles and his cock, not like yours! Do you like it?”

Your old jaw wants to fall open; you hold it in place with your hand. Have these people completely lost their minds?! The bed is empty. Who is Anna talking about? What is going on?! Yuri is silent ... you shift your gaze to the monitor screen beside their bed. Porn is playing there! So that is what is happening! They are acting out a porn scene! And you have always said: a person does not need as much money as Yuri has! The rich go mad from excess! But interesting -- why this particular scene? Could Yuri really have confessed to his wife that he likes spying on her betrayals? No, impossible, he does not have the guts. Or has Anna guessed something and is now deliberately tormenting him, sensing her husband’s weakness? Maybe preparing him for something bigger? First it is just a game ... and then she really will bring in a lover! These western women are all whores, and their husbands are only glad of it! Strange people! Women where you come from are not like this! White women are only for fucking, not for marrying!