The Ghost Page #2

I had this period...

I see.

- Helps?

- Not really.

Want a real story?

We'll make a book.

You serious?

This is nonsense...

That's not what I meant to say, I...

Why are you offering this to me?

Who else?

You're the expert.

Why do you need it?

Bored.

Not afraid that

I will turn you in to the cops?

No.

You're interested, aren't you,

writer?

- Good day.

- Hello.

- Paid the money?

- Yes.

The rest on Saturday.

Drink, it'll be good for you.

They write about us.

Hi.

Hello.

What's that for?

We are going to have

something like an interview, right?

What interview...

Don't get ahead.

Start by telling me how you write books.

Where do you start, how everything takes place.

That is...

quite a creative process.

It requires solitude, concentration.

Just like my job.

Then what?

Then the main thing is to invent a story,

the characters, their personalities...

Interesting.

Will you order something?

- Black tea, please, and a doughnut.

- Which doughnut?

- A delicious one.

- Okay.

Listen to this true story.

Just a second.

There were two friends.

They had a common business.

One liked amusements:

the casino, ladies.

As a result of such a life,

got into large debt.

To pay the debt

he had to sell the business.

The friend was standing in his way.

Then he, through his connections, finds a killer,

which he of course has never seen.

He leaves for him an an agreed place

the money and a photograph of the friend.

And his friend...

turns out to be the killer.

He receives the front money and

a photograph of himself.

Imagine the scheme?

Theme.

Well, yes.

Keep listening...

Hold on. Maybe you can you tell

something about yourself?

What's there to tell?

Work - home, home - work.

Still.

Work is just work.

No worse and no better than others.

But you are no truck driver.

Are you on about the "mortal sin"?

It's the people who order my services who fight among themselves. I just put the period in their relationships, that's all.

Okay.

- What is important in your work?

- Everything is important.

- Except emotions.

- Why?

They interfere.

One moment of doubt and you're gone.

Most important thing is the result, right?

You see...

You can kill anyone.

Not getting caught is the challenge.

You...

Can you not kill?

Can you not write?

Probably not.

Simply...

Don't know how to do

anything else.

Then why do you ask?

There he is.

Thanks, you can go.

You know, it's actually not bad.

Honestly, not bad.

I'm serious.

Of course I have a few comments here.

- Where?

- Let me find.

- One sec...

- Where?

Probably left them at home.

I'll tell you later.

- Anyways, I'm gonna think. But the general feel...

- Are you going to think long?

I have another place.

Okay, why right away...

Hold on.

Will you be thinking long?

Anton, if you continue writing

like this,

it's gonna be a hit!

Keep working, stupid.

Why was I called?

Will you be long?

We're working on it.

Yes, I understand, going there now.

Yes, I wrote down the address.

So?

- Have you remembered anything?

- No.

I told you everything.

You never met the killer before?

No.

I think I told you this already.

So what did you speak to him about?

I don't remember.

Am I supposed to remember everything?

Not a single camera captured his face, only because he knew exactly where each of them is located.

This means that he has been there before.

Maybe even tried meeting you there.

Or maybe you did?

What meeting?

Tell me, are you suspecting me?

You think you are writing books, right?

No.

With all this you're making a criminal

into a hero! A legend!

Listen.

Some brainless kid will read your novel...

and then will take a gun

and go out into the street to shoot.

Think about that.

Okay, I'll think about it.

Is that all?

Free to go...

For the time being.

Goodbye.

The Ghost did not work through intermediaries.

He found a big fish in the criminal world

and offered his services directly.

Only to disappear after several orders.

But once he made a mistake,

turning to Vova Dager.

Dager worked for us.

Next everything went according to our plan:

we gave him an order, pointed to a victim.

Hold on.

So it's you who captured the Ghost?

His dead body.

There was a chase.

He tried to escape

and fell from the roof.

Funny.

Do you know the funniest part?

The legend about the Ghost

proved to be very long-lived.

It was not destroyed

even by his death.

Soon afterwards rumors started in the criminal world that the Ghost is still alive. That he wasn't killed.

Because the criminals also need their hero. Their own legend.

The idea is so enticing that certain writers try to resurrect him in their novels.

Listen, sir.

I just...

I just read about the Ghost killer once in a newspaper and invented a story.

The book sold well,

so I continued writing sequels...

If someone does not like it,

they don't need to read it.

But before his death

the Ghost completed the order.

Knife stab in the neck.

That's how mole-rats are usually killed.

So what?

Why am I telling you this?

The Ghost's last victim was

the brother of our police colonel.

A major from Kemerovo.

Now do you understand his reaction?

Yes...

Hands together.

Good job.

Hold the reins.

Lower the heel.

There. Good job.

Don't sleep!

With energy.

A lift?

Shall I give you a lift?

Alright.

My friends just opened a restaurant.

Will you give me company?

I'm tired, I don't want to.

Thanks.

Alright.

I know that I'm an idiot,

but what am I to do?

Give me advice as

man to man! What? What?...

No, she doesn't talk to me on the phone.

Can you imagine that?

- Doesn't want to.

- It's not funny.

Vika, I know that this is not funny, but...

Forgive me, please.

I'm a thousand times guilty.

Should I get on my knees before you?

Want to walk all over me

with your horse?

Vika...

Vika, wait.

- Anton, do you need me at all?

- Of course.

Okay, that's it.

What should I do for you?

Stop drinking.

- That's it!

- I'm being serious.

- I do not drink.

- I'm serious.

Me too. What else?

- Go to bed no later than 4AM.

- Okay, at 3:
30AM I'm in bed.

- What else?

- Introduce me to your son finally.

Okay, tomorrow...

No, the day after tomorrow I introduce you.

- Clementina is eating your flowers.

- That's fine.

- Stop! It's a "she"?

- Yes, she's female.

Give it here!

Vika, wait.

Allow me to carry your saddle.

Thank you.

- And kiss me.

- Where?

In the forehead.

I'm gonna tell you this one story.

Five years ago there was one man...

Got in the way of many people,

hid himself from all sides.

Security, video surveillance,

con-vehicles.

Three tried doing him in before me.

- And what?

- Failed.

I studied him for a long time.

People next to him, his habits.

Was looking for his weak points.

- Found one?

- I did.

In Voronej.

He had a grandmother living there.

I did some chemisty in her medicine cabinet, and she was taken to the hospital.

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