Shark hunting. Spartacus

tance. Ahead lay a ravine, and beyond it ran a small river. And behind him, across the field, stretched the village where Spartacus had been born and raised. His hair, a little su

home. Solitude with nature was his favorite thing to do. Especially in the early morning, while life was still awakening around him. No one interfered with dreaming, making plans, solving questions, and healing h

ky voice of his stepfather's son. Hardly move his

thout turning around, said in his b

ther's calling, he's

– Spartacus interrogated, putti

hung it before. And throwing it on his shoulder, with

was in a hurry, urgent busi

e a swim in the river once and then go back. But you

, Spar?! – The boy begge

here is no

ay and went back muttering to himse

tered the water. Reaching the depths, he jerked and after a few meters swam out with a soft moan o

irls in the area drove mad. Everyone was trying to get his attent

y from her very handsomely son as best she could.

er sometimes treated him for weeks after fight. And no amount of he

sometimes wailed as she bandaged her son's

sport. We don't really fight

good money. But not only that trouble, he had a strin

omehow... drags on until morning. Or, for example, Claudia needs help, too. Fixing the furniture... the table is broken! And

s bring you a baby in a

ied the guy to her. Often

sha? - Spartacus asked, s

ce this morning, and their convers

wered him. From a large frying pan in the middle of the table he poured

- Stepan asked wi

ered for his stepfathe

, - said the man, ignor

ied look at her husband,

woman. Don't interfere, we

mmediately looked up at her and slowly lowere

t down on the bench by the gate and Spartacus sto

away from here, right?

be enough for a one-way ticket, believe me, son. And

nce. «What's he trying to lecture me

you have t

oosing his words

s a very

ed silently

her father very angry and he

er and bring her back?

n the c

understa

father a lesson... - Un

lesson? Can you explain it to

one house. He threw the girl out,

ere

olodya

at his stepfather, whom he had alway

a rich man

l her?! She came

oing to be a part of this. Thank you. It's not right for me! – he turned an

. You have to take her home and be a

around, bowing his head slightly, looking at

f. – Okay, it's either that or we throw her out in the woods where we found and let her do what she wants! – He finished b

ee to complicity in an obviously criminal case, resisted with all his being. And to

s nephew and had been absent for months, since he was always working in Moscow. The house was alm

first thing he wanted to do was to

sitting against the wall with her arms around her bent at the knees. Spartacus stared at her, trying to guess her age. Her pitch-black hair, gathered into a knot, revealed a rounded, beautiful fac

en here? – Spartacus

this m

sighed in relief, mutterin

UAZ, - he said, holding o

ith surprise inte

l the cops come. Com

is face. But he went back without paying any attention. Quietly unlock

gure in the doorway, the girl flinched an

poke as gently as possible, holding out

father

lmo

you mean

where you are, and I want t

I believe you

have to get y

. Then she nodded and gestured with her hand

appeared as if