Mine sinful fall

Vlad

What a mess I’ve been in. I flew in today, and I had to hit a man on the way home. Shit! The cabbie was totally out of his mind. I wasn’t rushing to the airport, I was going home.

It was a young guy who ran a red light. As I understood it, he wanted to catch up with his girlfriend, and wasn’t looking at the traffic light. We hit him. Not hard, but the guy had a good bump on his head. It was covered in blood. The cabbie tried to run away, but I wouldn’t let him. Called an ambulance myself, and waited for the police to come and take care of everything.

“Do you realize you’re creating a problem for me?” I could get my driver’s license suspended. You’re the one I had to drive. I’ve got enough problems, and my wife will kick me out of the house if she finds out I don’t have a license or a way to make a living.” Whining and moaning. So I decided to tell the police that I was driving. Took all the blame. I didn’t hit him hard, so I got off with a small fine. It’s not like I’m going to jail. Besides, if we pull up the DVR tape, we’ll see that the guy was crossing the road himself when the light was green for us.

It’s called homecoming! I thought I would come home and then go to Vova. But no, all my plans changed because of some brat. Vova whined a lot into my phone that after he slept with Rostova nothing had changed. Not only that, she began to specifically avoid him. Was the girl frightened of the overbearing demon? The little angel couldn’t stand the pressure of my friend? Yeah, he can be a little stubborn, but he gets his way. He did, he fucked her, but it wasn’t enough. He wants to be with her. He wants to live with her, and he wants them to have kids in the future. That’s what he wants, but not Lina.

I promised I’d help him. Although my friend still hasn’t shown me the picture. I thought about cheating, and asked Natasha to send it over, but she refused. Vova threatened to fire me if she went against him. The only thing Natasha said was that Lina was pretty nice, but she was wildly annoying.

“Young man,” the ambulance doctor turned to me while I was signing some kind of report of wrongdoing.

“Yes.”

“The guy’s got a cranio-brain injury. He needs to go to the hospital.”

“If you have to, you have to take him.”

“You understand it’s not free?”

“How much money?” I take a few green bills out of my purse and hand them to him. Damn bureaucrats.

“Еeah. That’s good enough. Diana, let’s take the guy to the third,” he yells to the woman in the ambulance.

“Will you notify the victim’s family, or should we?”

“Will I have to pay for that too?” I ask him straight out, because the stupid cab driver already cost me 600 bucks. And as I understand it, this is just the beginning. I don’t have any relatives to go to bat for the guy yet. I don’t want any more criminal charges.

“No. We’ll take care of that. I think he’ll be over it in a couple of days. Just make sure there’s no other, worse consequences.”

“What do you mean?”

“A hit to the head can cause other kinds of injuries- memory loss, vision loss, etc. ”

“He wasn’t flying that far, was he?” The nurse bandages the victim’s head and asks for a name.

“Konstantin Rostov. I’m twenty years old,” but he does not have time to say it, because in the same second he just passes out. Yeah, he got hit on the head pretty good.

“We’re going to the hospital. If you want to know about the boy’s condition, call me,” the doctor holds out a piece of paper with his phone number written on it. Peter Stepanovich.

“All right.”

“Don’t rule out that the guy’s relatives don’t want to find you in order to get even more money. I’ve seen a lot of stories like that.”

“Thanks for the warning. I understand all that.”

“That’s fine, then. Good luck,” he says and gets into the ambulance.This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

The report is drawn up, the fine is paid, the guy’s alive. The cabbie goes unpunished and keeps his license. It’s good that I had my license, but now they took it away from me.

Sometimes I curse myself for my decency and justice! Why did I have to take it out on him? Was it a pity that my family would be left without a breadwinner? What will happen to me now? That’s what? If this kid moves on? Shit! Why did I only think of that now?