The Covenant

Abraham always got on his way. Work or personal life – doesn’t matter. Successful, handsome psychopath. Behind three marriages, four assassination attempts, five acquired companies and a small army of lovers of both sexes. Everything was great in his life. He thought so.

And what could be wrong?

His face sparkled on the covers of magazines. Any woman dreamed of spending the night in his bed. Looking forward to something more than one night. Abraham didn’t disdain men either. He fucked them tough. To prove his superiority. He flattered his ego. And he had something to amuse ...

For 56 years of such a stormy life, he saw a lot. In his fantasies, he thought of writing a memoir, or stories about a successful career as a business shark. To remind others of yourself in old age. Who knew that the book could be forgotten. And the villainous fate prepared such a trick.

The doctor tried to drive the first nail into his coffin. Fibrosis of the lungs. Abraham’s first thought was a transplant. This world is full of people who want to give up their lungs for a considerable reward.

The first rule of a successful business is that you can get everything - the question of price ...

Abraham was ready to pay as much as he wanted for the extra 10 years, out of the promised 3 or 5. But the doctor was adamant.

A transplant is not an option. It’s a waste of a healthy organ.

The man disagreed. But when the same sentence was pronounced by 15 doctors, he understood. This time, he will not be able to go the easy way. Then he decided to live. Since never. Religious fanaticism was the first thing he rejected. Vultures-wizards flew out next. Which endlessly pestered the businessman, predicting a speedy recovery. For a small fee. Abraham sent them even deeper than hell.

“Living to the fullest” - what did this mean for Abraham? Change your mind? Spend the rest of your time with your children from previous marriages? No. For several days he locked himself in his office. This idea he brazenly stole from the film. The list of things that he would like to do before his death ... The list turned out to be very meager. And pretty boring. The movie was more fun. Therefore, the list was thrown out and forgotten.

Abraham did not want to do business. He threw all the cases on the board of directors and other deputies. Why did he keep them? The fear of losing everything no longer bothered him. For his funeral, he allocated money and put it in a separate account. The rest - let them fuck up. He will die soon.

Dr. Sindu didn’t like this attitude at all. Sometimes, Abraham thought that the doctor was fighting for his life instead of him. The man himself has long been reconciled. But Dr. Sindu didn’t stop pushing dubious courses and numbers of psychologists. Tried to prove that Abraham is afraid of death.

He? His life was in balance so many times that they are afraid - it’s stupid. Assassination attempts. Own stupidity. Sad childhood. Abraham honestly didn’t. This figure will not generate income - so why keep it in your head?

Then Abraham remembered the memoirs. The doctor, however, advised him to write a diary. Try to see something positive. What can be positive in death? A bunch of hypocritical creatures, hoping for a generous percentage of the inheritance, will cry over his coffin. And after a few days - to tear each other’s throats. He didn’t leave a will. He should save himself at least some entertainment in the end.

And so, 4 years passed. Dr. Sindu promised him 3, if he didn’t change his lifestyle. That’s just a prediction he made for himself. Three years after the examination, this idiot was hit by a car. Stupid girl in a jeep donated by daddy. Abraham hasn’t laughed so hard in a long time.

The second rule of a successful business, do not dig a grave for another ...

In the fourth year, Abraham’s life became unbearable. He even considered visiting Switzerland. Last time. Lungs tore apart. Increasingly, he needed supportive medication and an oxygen tank. He felt like a decrepit old man. He even struggled to get up the stairs.

Marvelous. But Abraham was able to last a couple more years. He became the champion among the sick. He was given five years - he lived six. Out of harm.

The third rule of successful business, perseverance is encouraged ...

At 62, he became simply unbearable. Housekeepers withstood it for a maximum of three months. The kids sent dad to hell. Ex-wives ate the brain with a dessert spoon. And the company, it would seem, collapsed without him. Abraham sarcastically made fun of the grumblers who criticized his slogan. “The company is me.” But you can’t hide the truth.

The book was very sad. When he miraculously did not cough up blood on the screen, Abraham decided. You need to hire a pink collar. The secretary twisted her finger at her temple and did not want to fulfill the request of the owner. But real sharks always find their way. This time, the way out was too easy. Once every three days he called prostitutes to his mansion. Woman or man. It doesn’t matter if someone has his dick in their mouth. Alas, his lungs were not capable of more. Therefore, having fucked the throat of a corrupt bitch properly, he forced them to take on other work. Print all the nonsense that he carried. Sales holes did not resist. Still, for such a non-dusty job they received, as for a full rate. Isn’t this happiness?

The fourth rule of a successful business is that for a trawl - a trifle, for a small boat - a treasure ...

This morning, Abraham suspected something was wrong. For the last three mornings, he’d been woken up by his own cough and a soaking wet shirt. Today, he again felt the former lightness. His chest heaved so high. He was able to feel the air again full chest and not choke in the cough. Is this not happiness? But another thought was running through the man’s mind. “What’s the catch?“.

Last night, he sucked half a balloon, and injected three doses of steroids, just to fall asleep. Therefore, he did not expect anything good from the morning. And now... He felt completely healthy.

The words of Dr. Mill were involuntarily remembered.

“If you feel that it has become easier for you, call the hearse.”

“Terrible,” you say. Abraham thought otherwise. He almost fell in love with this tough doctor. She was perfect. If not for fibrosis, Abraham would have made it fourth.

Thoughtfully, he stared at the window. Maybe he’s already dead? Finally, he got tired. But why is his heart still beating? Why is he breathing? Is it necessary even here, in the other world, to waste energy on such useless things?

Abraham tried not to breathe. Maybe it’s all reflexes? No. After 40 seconds, the head began to spin. Shit. And here you need to breathe. Probably still there?

The stomach invitingly reminded itself. Nothing to do. You must go down to the dining room.

The servants rustled softly downstairs. Another creation of Abraham’s crappy character. For the money that he pays, people are ready to endure all his antics. Night orgies. Terrible eating habits. Purity for cleanliness. This obedience gave the man a special pleasure. Maybe he was a sadist. But in this world, it’s no different. Either he bends or bends him.

But this time, something was wrong. The inner tyrant just blazed with rage. There is a rebel in the kingdom. To make matters worse, this rebel has taken up residence in the kitchen. Everyone in this house knew. Abraham hated baking. He hated any mention of dough, yeast and flour. And this suicidal of all dishes found the most hated - pancakes. The man could not explain why, but he hated them more than anything.

This simple and hearty breakfast, for the majority of the population, caused him an attack of nausea and anger.

As he descended the steps, he slowly seethed with anger. Fantasies drew bloody pictures in his head. Abraham had already clearly imagined how he would stuff these dough circles into all holes in his victim. No one dares to cook things he hates.

But as soon as he crossed the dining room, he was taken aback.

There were two plates of pancakes on the table. He lives in this house alone. So, what the hell are there two plates?

The answer entered the room.

It was a man. Tall and stately, in the prime of his life. Abraham hated them. Because people like him were equal. He is a lion. Another one with his ego can’t take it. There was gray in her blond hair. And there are several wrinkles on the forehead - their owner often had to frown. Eyes, either blue or cerulean. Every now and then they flashed in the direction of Abraham.

This psycho was silent. He quietly sat down at the table and began to eat the damned pancakes!

“What the heck!”

In a fit of anger, Abraham swept the unfortunate plate off the table. With a bang, it crashed against the nearest wall.

“Who are you? I’m calling security!”

“I do not think that you will succeed”, the guest grinned, carefully chewing the delicacy.

“The problem is that you and I are alone here.”

“What?”

“You have everything. Pardon. Had. Money, fame, women. Sometimes even respect. Respected, however, you are the same moral freak as you. No one will even mourn you.

The stranger chuckled loudly.

“You could get a dog, at least. Or a horse. The former tyrants had living creatures. But you’re alone. In this huge mansion. I’ll tell you the terrible truth. Everything in this world can be bought. Except grief. Even love, and she was sold. And here’s the sorrow...”

What the hell is grief? What is the benefit to me from these tears, snot and tantrums?

Feeling healthy, Abraham felt the former power. He reveled in her. If this psycho does not leave, he himself will throw him out of the house!

“And what benefit can be in your death?”

One question knocked Abraham out of his former temper. Once a successful businessman, he didn’t know what to answer. Confused, he stared down at his hands. And then he touched his chest. Beneath his palm, his heart was beating steadily. This psycho is lying. If he were dead, would his heart still be beating?

“You are nuts! I may be dying. But I’m still alive!”

“Who knows... Maybe it’s my sick whim. Even if you’re right. You are alive. But you don’t have much left to live.”

“I spit on your words.”

Abraham spat ominously. He won’t stand for some lunatic to point him out.

“I’ll live! I will live so long that no creature that wants me dead will survive me!”

“How menacing”, the interlocutor chuckled.

“And your ass is first on the list!”

“You’re tired of me.”

The stranger was no longer going to tolerate such an attitude towards himself. He threw away his instruments and calmly got up from his seat. For some unknown reason, Abraham panicked. Each step of the man carried an unpleasant wave through his body.

“You’re dying, Abraham Stoltz. For six years I watched and waited. Waited and watched. When will you change? But you surprised me! You managed to slide even lower than you were before the illness. People are like rag toys to you. And you are a huge fighting dog who trains his grip on those very patches ... But if the dog is too formidable and naughty, it is killed. And you, doggie Abraham, still have a chance to convince me otherwise. 48 hours.”

“Not understood?”

“You have 48 hours to prove to me that you are not a soulless creature.”

“Who are you?”

“I? Death. I came to you personally. Say you have 48 hours before your heart stops. And the lungs will again turn into a shriveled apple.”

As if by magic, there were lungs in Death’s hand. Pale. Everything is in shambles. A foul-smelling liquid leaked from some of the holes. There was no doubt. These were Abraham’s lungs.

“I don’t want to die! Let a couple of homeless people die instead of me. Their deaths will make the street cleaner! I am a valuable investment.”

“Do you want to bargain?”

“I do!”

Abraham did not hide. He was right. He is an asset. He brings in so much money a year. If necessary, he will spend a couple of crumbs on charity. If it helps to postpone his fate - that one third!

“I see... For years pretended that you don’t give a fuck... You want to live... Okay. Deal is a deal! You will live, but only then ... do not complain ...”

Within, Abraham rejoiced. He knew he could deal with this man. Let the homeless, drug addicts die. The world will only get better! And he will earn a couple more million.

He is strange. How can you complain about life! He returns to his original form. Ready to conquer the heights of economic pyramids. Fight for a place in the sun. He renewed his lion’s mane. He’s ready. Ready…