"Live," thought Vitaliy Andreyevich with relief. Without thinking twice, he picked up the victim and carried it into the minibus. The girl was put on the seat far away from the door. Drenched to the skin, his father returned to the cabin. At this time, the mother, Sergei and Igor were engaged in mysterious guests, wiped the blood from their faces, as there were many minor abrasions and cuts, they bit a head, sealed the cuts with plaster, but the girl did not come to herself, even after they gave her a sniff ammonia.
"And now what?" asked Sergei, flopping down on the seat.
"I do not know," Igor answered, sitting down next to the girl next door. And he added:
“I think we can only wait; we did everything we could”.
The others agreed with him. And her mother only now realized that she was not afraid anymore of the type of blood, and even honored herself somehow more confidently than before. At this time, "Gazelle" returned to the track. Cork, accident and noise of cars were far behind, and in general cars came across less and less. The fields were replaced by a dense forest. The sun had set, it was night. His father turned on the light and asked:
"How's our stranger?"
"No change," Igor answered, ahead of his mother, who had already opened her mouth.
He looked at the girl, she was somehow nice and beautiful even in this state and more and more liked by Igor. She was wearing jeans, sneakers and a beautiful black jacket, which was now stained with blood. At this time on the road from somewhere out of the woods came "Alive". The minibus almost fell on him. The father managed to react, only in the light of headlights flashed the face of the dead man and his lifeless eyes. After an hour and a half Kruglovs finally reached the village. But there was another surprise waiting for them.
The minibus stopped near the place where there used to be a pillar and an index with the name and direction to the village, but there was not any sign and pillar in it. And if you do not know that there is a village here, you can easily drive past. The Kruglovs had a bad apprehension, besides, the mysterious girl never recovered. Kruglov senior turned left and pulled out of the road (the village was located two kilometers from the road). It was already completely dark, the rain whipped like a bucket, it's good that the road was asphalt. After some time, the asphalt was over, the dirt road was on, it was more difficult to go along it, since it was already beginning to blur the rain. Began to come across at home, but no one could see any lights, it looked pretty eerie. As if the whole village was extinct. Finally, the minibus drove up to the right house and stopped. The headlights lit up the house. The windows were tightly hung, on the first and second floor (Kruglov still built up another floor in the summer), the gates are closed. The father muffled the engine, there was a silence, it was heard only how the rain drummed on the roof of the car.