Our Vampire

Five prisoners who escaped wandered into the remote village of Menshikovо. Having frightened and beaten the few elderly residents a little, the bandits decided to spend several days in the settlement and seize the first car that came by.

The criminals carefully planned their actions, but they didn’t count on the wisdom of old men hardened by life…

Vovka stood on slippery planks, holding a fishing rod with both hands; biting his tongue, he watched the plastic bobber closely. The bobber swayed, not daring to go under the water or lie on its side…

There was no bite. The carp took badly and uncertainly, lingering over the worm for a long time and not wanting to hook. All morning, Vovka caught only two—now they were swimming in an aluminum pail splashed with dry duckweed.