The teacher

Nikitina Ksenia

«How do I remove it now?» He muttered to himself as he tried to clean his pants, because he was going to meet with Ahmet Ozan, the head of the Turkish group.

«Tommy, please, I don't want to go home yet!» she pleaded, not wanting to be bored in her room.

Lily no longer needed to learn Latin, so Thomas kissed the top of her head with a grunt of approval. They entered the lobby of the bar, where Tom wanted to get back to his men's business. The girl got out of the car, hiding behind him.

«So I need to do some work, okay? In the meantime, take a walk around the bar, look in the pool room, and eat something nice in the dining room, Okay? Just don't touch anything, it's dangerous!»

«Don't worry» he warned her, adjusting her cardigan, placing the curious item under Isaac's responsibility.

«Well, keep an eye on her. She's a real badass!»

Half an hour of peace and quiet while Shulman sorted through his documents, checking and rechecking each delivery agreement. Ahmet Ozan-his former friend and just a pretentious freak, appeared very conveniently. Tom got up from his seat and started toward him, because the bastard had to be escorted. He knew that Ozan was constantly closing stores and establishments that sold his signature drug. The bastard did his job quietly, unnoticed, and unnoticed. Then why is Thomas making drugs so that some little shit like this can't stop him from selling them? Tom was literally nervous about the lack of sex, as well as the revolver that was in the desk. His ten percent, a paltry ten percent of drug revenue, Ahmet wants to cut even more? The Turk was already waiting for Thomas in his light hat and three-piece suit with a virgin moustache that even Lily wouldn't have appreciated! All his Turkish essence and nature reminded Thomas of a faggot from the Renaissance! Even Lily, even she, would not have climbed on this effeminate scoundrel, who well, a priori can not be a man. Tomas came up to him, looking haughtily and inquiringly into his tanned face, intending to say a few kind words, but they were all deafened by the girl's screeching.

«Everyone stay HERE!» Shulman muttered, recognizing the voice and rushing toward it.

Lily stood with burned, aching hands. Tom flew over to her, put his hands under the cold water tap, and fortunately washed the whole girl's face.

«WHAT DID I TELL YOU, WHAT DID I ASK YOU TO DO?» Thomas screamed so loudly that the entire staff jumped and then fell silent, forcibly holding her red hands under the water.

«WHAT DID YOU DO?» Tom turned to Isaac, who was more scared than Shulman and Lily combined, knowing that the boss would rip his head off first.

«WHO even LET HER NEAR the stove?!» Tom turned to everyone, noticing that Ahmet was standing silently behind him.

«I went to take a piss.» Isaac excused himself

«What? What did you say? Went to take a leak! Ah, then I am sorry, my friend! It's a fucking reason!»

Lily was crying softly, red and swollen, pulling her hands out of the bucket of icy water.

«Sorry, you are our disabled person!» Lily held out her hand with the words hurt, on which a small vial immediately appeared, « be patient!» Thomas shouted at her, turning his attention back to Isaac and ignoring Achmet completely. « A big dick is really a Vice and a good reason, isn't it?»

«How long will I have to watch your family quarrels?» Ozan put in, opening her mouth in Thomas's pub, in his London neighbourhood, among the subordinates.

«Are you blind, freak? Can't you see that the girl burned her hands? If I don't help her, she'll be out of control in an hour!» Ahmet chuckled nervously, trying to be patient, and rolled his eyes.

«You will find new slaves,»he said, trying not to get into trouble.»

«I will find a new half-witted Turk who is blocking my air!»

The men grappled, but no one wanted to hit each other, because a month ago they worked together, as they say, without spilling water. Their friendship ended abruptly after his set-up stunt, when sixteen of Thomas's assistants were killed, half of whom didn't even have time to marry, let alone have children. Reluctantly, Tom calmed his anger by taking the girl's hand and leading her and her guest to his office, where a revolver was waiting for him. They went in, and Tom took a first-aid kit with bandages and ointments out of the closet. Ahmet sat down at his Desk, and his companions sat on a maroon leather sofa. Thomas bandaged her hands, irritated by each falling tear and soft sob.

«Good girls don't cry,» Ozan said, « Or are you bad?»

Lily's eyes flashed as she spat out her feminine venom, her tears forgotten.

« I don't know. Ask your father about it…» she muttered, and Thomas laughed at Achmet's reaction, who frowned for a moment, then frowned, and finally grinned stupidly.

In General, people like Shulman and Ozan are not to be trifled with. If Ahmet didn't know Thomas, he would have blown her brains out on the table. And if he didn't like Thomas, he'd kill them both at the same table.

«Do you know who I am? I Am Achmet Ozan!»

Lily didn't care. She didn't know Thomas , or Achmet, or any of the other criminal groups with their fucking famous names.

«For some reason, I don't care…» she hissed through clenched teeth, but Tom cut her off with an unintentional flick of his tongue.

«A Jewish girl should behave more modestly, right?»

Ten minutes later, the car took the girl home, and Tom went back to work. Yes, she is sulking, resentful, and already cursing him in every way she knows, cursing, cursing, and sewing a Voodoo doll. But a Jew doesn't care. In this world, he created himself, his business, and his destiny. He also does it for himself and Lily, because he's Thomas Shulman and he doesn't care.

«So what are you doing here? You want to do fucking business with me and ruin my people? Fuck you, Ahmet! I've known you since you were a child, you scoundrel!»

«No, Tom. I apologized.» Ahmet tossed him an envelope containing money.

Shulman didn't even touch it.

«How highly do you rate my people?» he asked, without looking up from the envelope.

«Exactly fifteen thousand. Is that enough to bury the hatchet?»

Part VIII

Wednesday is an unhappy day in itself, which became even more unfortunate when Thomas Schulman did not see his name on the list of examiners. If Lily hadn't been in her senior year, he would have been minding his own business in the pub right now, and would have made a large and short sum for all this nonsense. Meanwhile, Thomas was walking down the empty corridor to the Director, who sometimes seemed completely broken. One of her pink styles spoke of a brain malfunction. The woman stormed out of the office, nearly knocking Tom off his feet.