Come on, who said there's no way back?! In life, everything happens, there are different periods, a person can do some not very good things, but then embark on the path of a calm and quiet life. I'll tell you something.
There is one story, I still can't remember it without laughing. A very funny case actually. It happened when we were still doing different things. And then one morning a friend called me, his name was Victor, and he said that he found out where the jerk we had been looking for was hiding. Yes, we've been looking for that jerk for a long time. He killed several of our friends. Dangerous son of a bitch. He could kill a man in front of almost everyone. He used a piece of shit like an awl, and he could hit right in the heart. The doctor said that a person would not even immediately feel that something was wrong. In general, I'm saying this to make it clear that it wasn't some innocent person. When we arrived at the specified place, the jerk really turned out to be there. The informant did not deceive. We caught him, stunned him and threw him into the trunk. We went to our house on the outskirts, just for such cases. Everything was equipped there in order to, well, if you want to find out the truth from someone. Hooks, handcuffs, vises, well, a lot of things. The guys worked a lot on this house, invested a piece of their soul. OK, when we arrived, we worked a little with this goat, and it was time to get rid of him, Victor said - Wait guys, I have an idea, I've been wanting to implement it for a long time. The fact is that Victor just raved about the Italian mafia, all sorts of Corleones, Capones and others. He tried to dress like them, though he didn't get it well and he looked mostly funny. He often smeared his hair with some shit, and then it was impossible to breathe in the car. In short, the crazy jerk was Victor. So he tells us - You can't just kill him. Personally, I wanted to do just that, strangle and that's it, no dirt, no traces. But Victor insisted - We have to make an impression. Let his friends see, and understand that it's better for them to be quiet and don't mess with guys like us. OK , I say - What do you want to do with it ? - Sicilian necktie - he said it as if he was talking about the woman he loved. I told him - OK, do whatever you want, but I'm not going to participate in this shit. Of course, I heard something about the "Sicilian necktie", but I had no idea what it really was and how to do it correctly. But Victor looked like he knew exactly what he was doing. Therefore, we did not have any concern. He brought a basin, took out a knife, and began to cut the dude's throat. If someone does not know, the "Sicilian necktie" is such a thing when a person's larynx is cut and a fish is stuffed there. It comes out of the larynx, and it looks like a necktie. Only as I understood, it was necessary to do all this with an already dead body, a corpse, but not when the person is still alive. And in our case, everything went wrong. When Vic cut the asshole's artery, the dude went crazy, tied to a chair, he began to rush around the room, and blood gushed out of him like from a fireman's water hose. I didn't even realize that there was so much blood in a person. In the end, the jerk fell, he was dead. But the picture in front of us was terrible. The whole room was covered in blood, walls, ceiling, everything. Everything is in red. God, it was terrible, we washed all this shit until half past two in the morning. I said I wouldn't dig a hole. I'm fucking tired. It won't be necessary - said Vic, we'll throw him into the river. Well, we wrapped the body in plastic sheeting (we had a stock of this sheeting, a few rolls, just in case), threw various pieces of iron and stones there and tied up. Then we got to the bridge and threw the body into the river. I asked Vic - So you wanted to throw it out here from the beginning ? - Well, yes, he replied. - So what the fuck was cutting his throat for ? What the fuck was this idea with the fucking "Sicilian necktie" for? Who the fuck did you want to impress?! For fish in the river?! This shit really upset me. But that wasn't all. When we went to the Boss and told him what had happened, he was very angry. He was swearing a lot. Very strongly. I even thought he'd fucking kill us all. But thank God everything worked out. The Boss said that our house would have to be burned. Because if the cops find him, the dog will pick up the trail. And in general, there may be problems because of this. The guys were upset. This house was dear to them. After a while I realized that many guys found out about this story. They looked at us like idiots. Although it was only Victor's fault. It was so unfair. But after a while, it's pretty damn funny to think about it. Such stories remain in the memory forever. All this was a long time ago, and now those participants in this story who are still alive, live quietly and they are law-abiding citizens.
