Second Life (ePub)

"The car raced along the highway at breakneck speed. Fortunately, the road was empty at that moment, otherwise a collision with oncoming traffic would have been almost inevitable, but Charyshev did not think about it now. He was not up to it. He was owned by one desire - as soon as possible to get to the goal. And so he recklessly pressed and pressed the gas pedal. And still he was afraid that he would not be in time.
In the back seat, his wife moaned incessantly. With every minute, the moans became louder and more piercing.
- Hurt. Oh, it hurts, now I'm giving birth, "Lena moaned.
- Lenochka, dear, be patient. Not for long yet, - without turning his head to her, Charyshev persuaded. - We'll be there soon.
Suddenly, something distracted him from his wife, in the rearview mirror, he noticed a car following him. There was nothing unusual in this, if not for the speed with which she flew along the highway. The distance between the car and his car was shrinking rapidly.
Now they had already caught up and now they were going, as they say, nostril to nostril. Charyshev squinted his eyes and saw that at least four men were sitting in the car. One of them suddenly leaned out the window and, to Charyshev's amazement, fired several shots at his car. Elena screamed loudly, and Charyshev realized that they had hit his wife.
Almost without thinking about anything, he braked sharply, from which the car almost skidded. Charyshev jumped out of it and rushed to his wife. He immediately saw blood on her blouse. Elena sat motionless, but whether she was dead or just lost consciousness, Charyshev did not have time to understand ... "