I woke up at twelve from the sound of an SMS that came.
—Damn you all," I muttered sleepily, groping for the phone, which I always threw on the bed against the wall when I went to bed.
"How are you?" a message from Honda flashed up. And here's Nakata Akemi showing up.
"It's fine. I'll come by in the evening," I replied and, still holding the mobile phone in my hands, tried to fall asleep again. And I tried for another ten minutes, after which, giving up, I went to the bathroom.
After the water treatments, I cooked breakfast and went to wake up Goro, who was sleeping in my guest room today. Except he wasn't there. After shouting and making sure that he was not in the house, he went outside, where he found Vasya-chan fiddling with the engine of the car.
— Well, what are you looking for there? I'm going to give it away today anyway.
—Just like that,— he answered me, a little embarrassed. — It's just interesting. So I...
— Okay, forget it. Let's go have breakfast. Today we will go to buy a car, since we have a free day. Contact Rymov, we'll go together.
And we also need to strain someone to rent a house with a garage nearby.
— Understood, Sakurai-san. Shall I tell him to drive up, or shall we stop by him ourselves?
— We'll pick it up on the way. When is his shift there?
— It doesn't matter, boss. If anything, he will be insured.
— Yeah. Now you also need to look for a replacement in the club.
"I have a couple of people in mind," Goro said, following me into the house. — They go to the sports club with us. I'll vouch for them, boss, just like Rymov. These won't let you down.
I wonder how. If they really vouch for a couple… I'll check them out, of course, if anything, but Vasya-Vasya is far from suckers. At the very least, it's worth taking a look at those they vouch for.
"I'm interested in you," I said, stopping in the hallway. — Besides those two, do you have any other people in mind?
"I know a lot of good guys who won't betray," Goro began cautiously. — With work in Tokyo for those who are seriously engaged in martial arts, so-so, and if you don't want to go to the bandits and the military, you have to spin. Not that it's really bad, no, but... it's not easy. And there are a limited number of gyms, training grounds and teachers available to people like me. Not to say that we all know each other, but there are a lot of acquaintances. Well, if you don't know, then you've heard something about him.
— Do you want to say that fighters who are able to control bahir cannot find a job in their profile?
— Boss, if you suddenly want to recruit a mini-army, you can be sure that thousands more will remain after you, which will have nowhere to go. There are not so many jobs in Tokyo. In addition, the most-the most are disassembled very quickly. And you'll get guys with the rank of a Warrior, well, maybe a few Veterans. Although there are Teachers there. But they choose who to work for. And these are only those who do not want to get involved with crime or the army.
- hm. Let's go have breakfast already. Wait, though. What is the average age of those... well, who are looking for work?
— My age somewhere.
"So twenty—three is twenty—seven. So?
— It turns out so. I never thought about it.
— That's good. So they have a place to grow... everything. That's enough. We're going to have breakfast," I said, and then resolutely headed for the kitchen.
After having breakfast and smoking alone, I again caught Goro at the car. — To give it to you today, leave the poor car alone. I haven't played enough in two days. Shortly I'm going to sit on the Internet for half an hour... and on the phone, and in the meantime, contact Rymov. Arrange where we'll pick him up. And this is... about your candidates. Talk to them too. Make an appointment for... — Damn, fuck you, this school. — Yeah. In general, when you want, then contact them. But make an appointment for the next Friday evening. And you know, if you have that much time, pick up more people. There may not be many of them, but you have to be sure of them. At the same time, monitor... make inquiries for about sixty people. Rank is not less than a Warrior, better more. I need people who will not betray and know how to be silent, the rest can be taught to them. Keep in mind, I will hire people for more than one year, let those who wish to keep this in mind. Tek-S. What haven't I said yet? I won't hurt you with money. Plus full security. Full, Goro. So tell them: I'm recruiting a guard. Don't forget to mention my age. So that there would be no surprised faces later. Is everything clear?
— That's right, boss!
Heh...
— Then we'll leave in half an hour.
Salon of luxury cars of Toshima. I found out about him about six months ago from Akemi. More precisely, from her auto—maniac Mouse. The salon has been on the market for fifty-something years, and it is owned, interestingly, by a commoner. Rich, but still a commoner. Although I don't care about it, the main thing is fifty years. I can be sure that they won't give me stuff. And the fact that I will find a suitable car for myself. Although today I will buy something for everyday use, but here you can make an order. On the same "Maybach". Here Goro will be happy.
— Let's go, or something. You will be my retinue," I grinned a little.
We picked up Vasya Rymov on the way here, so now he was inspecting with us a large two-story building with glass instead of the wall of the first floor. Inside the spacious, bright room, among the decorative columns, there were a lot of cars surrounded by racks on which spare parts were placed. Entering the building, we stopped, looking at the interior of the salon. Not bad. The first thing that catches the eye are Mazda and Toyota, standing closest to the exit.
"Oh, it's a Toyota Crown of the latest series," Goro said, approaching the car. — A great car, with a long history.
"Fuck this story,— I said. "We need something more..." I snapped my fingers.
— "Maybach"? — Goro got in.
— Go with your Maybach. Got it already. Where will you buy it here? It should be ordered. We need a BMW-seven or something like that. The Lexus will do.
— Six hundredth, or what? Rymov asked.
— Well, somewhere like that.
— And there's the Mazda RX-8, it seems — what's wrong?
— I need a sedan or a hatchback, not a coupe. Yes, and look at her, who will ride such a car?
— Well, I would ride.
— Uh... okay, let's not argue about tastes.
At that moment, the manager approached us — a man in his forties, of medium build, with black hair.
— Good afternoon, gentlemen. Let me introduce myself — Koga Toshinori, the senior manager of this institution, — a man politely introduced himself, whose quick glance clearly managed to estimate the cost of my clothes. - Can I be of any help?
— undoubtedly, Koga-san, — I replied. — I don't have such a good idea of what I need to cope on my own.
— Well, then I came up very well, — Koga smiled slightly. — I think if you voice your wishes, I will be able to choose what suits you.
I thought about it. No, I know what I need, but how do I put it into words? More precisely, which ones?
— A workhorse. Not even a thoroughbred horse, which I will use every day. Hmm... a little more "thoroughbred" than "horse". Therefore, we dismiss sports cars by default.
— An interesting comparison. But I think I understand you. Then, since we are standing so well, please pay attention to this car. Toyota Crown thirteenth series, aka S200. Three-and-zero gasoline engine, two hundred and fifty horsepower, six-speed automatic. Four-wheel drive. Almost five meters in length, almost two in width and one and a half in height. A massive and solid... horse. Inside is leather and wood, five seats.
I like. As a workhorse, it is quite suitable. God, what am I saying. Toyota Crown is a workhorse! Ugh, I'm completely stuffed. Okay, what's next for us?
And then we went from car to car, listening to a brief description, and sometimes a small excursion into history. BMW 7-Se-ries, Lexus LS600h, Mercedes-Benz S-Class, Jaguar XJ. In general, they have a pretty good salon here. Some models, as it seemed to me, are quite difficult to find in salons, and all together…
As a result, my choice hung between the Porsche Panamera and Toyota Crown. But after checking the prices for them, I still chose a Porsche. If you started to throw dust in your eyes, then you should not stop. In addition, the Panamera, unlike Toyota, at a price of fifty thousand more, looked less defiant. Although this is my subjective opinion.
"Great car," I said, running my hand over the hood. — Let's stop there. Of course, you accept cashless payments. — A statement, not a question.
- of course. Who should I register the car for?
— Yes, here it is, — I waved my hand in the direction of Goro. To which he already choked. — And since we are done with this, I would like to discuss one more question.
— I'm listening to you, Sakurai-san.
— Besides a car, I need something really elite for every day. For public appearances and others like him. Is it possible to order something like this through you?
- of course. What exactly are you interested in?
— Rolls-Royce... a phantom, for example, an Audi eight, something from Bentley. And, glancing at Vasya—chan's pleading face, he added: —Maybach." Fifty-seven or sixty-two.
— Let me think… In principle, we can provide you with any of these cars, but it will take longer with the British. For about a month.
—You're lucky, Goro," I grinned. — Then let's talk about Maybach.
The settlement of all technical issues dragged on for an hour, but now I have a Porsche Panamera S, and in two months there will be a Maybach 62. Goro was simply glowing with happiness. Personally, I'm not a fan of cars, even such expensive ones, and they cost me six and a half million yen, or six hundred and fifty thousand rubles. So, handing the card to Koga, I just mentally sighed. I had a little less than one and a half million rubles left on it, and everything would be fine, but recently there was much more. But after buying pilot overalls, I became a little "impoverished". And I considered it wrong to violate the order established by me and take money from the accounts of Shidotemoru without obvious need. Anyway, it's not the first time. It will drip again sooner or later. It remains to be hoped that in the near future no interesting options, as then with the combos, will appear. Otherwise the toad will strangle me. And although I've figured out how to fix my finances here, but ripping off my own office at the same time... somehow it's not very good.