DRINKING COMPANION part 1

DRINKING COMPANION
I am a 26-year-old guy, I live in Moscow, I work as a lawyer in a private company. My grandparents had an apartment, but first my grandfather died, then my grandmother, and my wife and I moved into the apartment. The house was an ordinary five-story Khrushchev building. In the courtyard there were some red brick ruins - it was hard to say whether there had been some kind of warehouse before, or a transformer box. These ruins had a bad reputation, often syringes or drugs were found there, there was a case where someone was raped, and once even a corpse was found. The ruins were mainly used as a place to go to the toilet.

One summer Friday, my friend and I decided to have a drink on a bench next to the ruins. We took plastic cups, snacks, a bottle of vodka and went. We started drinking in the evening; When we reached the middle of the bottle, it was already dark. We sit and chat... A friend went online from his phone, looked at something and said:
- Oh, the maniac killed another person in our area.
— Isn’t it written there how old that woman was? - I asked.
- Where did you get the idea that this is a woman?
- Well, serial killers usually don’t target men, they only kill women, children, and old people. This is not a horror movie for you.
- No, there’s a man here, and of the three past victims, two are men.
- Wow... Sick idiot. Come on, pour the next one, soon it’s time to go buy a second one, if they sell it, of course...

We drank another glass, and then suddenly we heard from behind:
- Good night, guys! Can't sleep?
A man who looked to be about thirty-five approached us.
“No, not really,” my friend answered.
- Can I sit down? - asked the man.
“Yes, of course,” my friend said and moved closer.
We spoke with the new arrival. His name was Vitya, he turned out to be a normal guy with a sense of humor. He offered to drink at his expense, we did not refuse. Vitya made an agreement with the saleswoman in the store, and they sold us a bottle of vodka. The three of us sat and drank.
“Damn, guys, I’m going to go take a leak, I can’t take it anymore,” Vitya said at some point.
“No question, while you take a leak, we’ll pour it,” I joked and turned to my friend. - How much time?
“It’s one in the morning,” the friend answered.

Vitya left. We sat together for about fifteen minutes, waiting.
- Why has he been there for so long? — I finally couldn’t stand it.
“Who the hell knows, I probably decided to run to the store.”
Vitya soon came up:
- Sorry guys, I got lost in the dark.
- It’s okay, Vitek, go ahead and say a toast.

Twenty minutes later, Vitya left, and we were also finishing our drinks. At two o'clock in the morning we separated. In the morning, naturally, my head ached. I was surfing the Internet, the TV was on in the room. Suddenly on the news I heard a message that interested me:
— Tonight there was another murder in the N district. The victims turned out to be a young married couple walking at night near their house. Police said the crime was most likely the work of a serial killer with four murders to his name up to this point. According to witnesses, the murder occurred at approximately one in the morning. Investigators were able to quickly identify the killer - he turned out to be Viktor Sokolov, born in 1974, a native of Moscow. The criminal has been put on the federal wanted list. If you have information about the whereabouts of the criminal, please call the numbers below...

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