This story was told to me by a school friend, now a psychiatrist in a specialized hospital. In a madhouse, to put it simply. From time to time we meet with him and sit down to drink beer (or vodka) in his or my kitchen. And at the same time we treat each other with different bikes from the professional sphere. He is more interested in political cuisine, and I am interested in amusing cases from the life of his patients.
However, this story cannot be called amusing …
“Yesterday, one might say, one little man died in my arms,” said a friend. - He had no relatives in Moscow, his roots are Ukrainian. So it turned out, sort of like I'm his executor. And he confessed to me …
He got to the hospital in a rather common way in our time - he was picked up on the street by a police patrol. But realizing that the man was not drunk, but seemed to be out of his mind, the police sent him to us.
Judging by the traces of injections on his hands, the man was an inveterate drug addict, already at the last stage. And in principle it was impossible to save him, but we still brought him out of the coma.
It broke him terribly, he tearfully asked to inject him a dose, and in return promised to tell a very entertaining story. Not that I believed him, I just felt sorry for the peasant - he looked kind of non-bogus, I would say, even intelligent, albeit very neglected. In general, I let him get a little high, and he gave me his story in return.
When he was thirteen years old, in the summer in the village at his grandmother's, he was hit by lightning. The guy was lucky, he didn't hurt to death. But since then all sorts of smells began to haunt him. His sense of smell was clearer than that of a search dog.
As much as he could, he endured the surrounding stench, but then nevertheless complained to his mother. She dragged him to the doctors. But medicine did not find anything special in the guy. Prescribed him sedative pills, and that was limited.
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He had to learn not to notice smells. After some time, he got the hang of sorting out his unique scent. So much so that I did not feel any smells at all. So, probably, I would have buried a unique talent in myself, if not for the case.
They lived together with their mother, the father died when the boy was very young. How, he did not tell. But he said that the most expensive thing his mother had was a wedding ring, once presented by her husband. And one day she lost him.
When the guy came from school in the evening, everything in the room was turned upside down, mother was in tears. And then he suddenly smelled the smell of jasmine that came from under the sofa. On some instinct, he climbed there and … found the ring. So he realized that he could smell the precious metal.
And, as it turned out, not only gold. He could identify silver, platinum, precious stones by smell. For example, diamonds smelled like orange to him, rubies - lemon, sapphires - apple. And the fakes gave off a rotten smell.
In secret, the guy could not keep his abilities. At first, he helped to find lost jewelry for relatives, teachers, friends. Then strangers began to turn to him and he began to work for a fee.
They paid well, because he was looking for valuable things. So she and her mother gradually began to get out of poverty, to dress well. Everything that was previously inaccessible to the guy - discos, bars, good clothes - suddenly became everyday. He even got a girlfriend …
But soon this tale ended. One of the clients, Boris Nikolaevich, offered to work in pairs. When the guy asked what, in fact, he needed to do, it turned out that he would have to go with Boris Nikolaevich to visit various rich people. And sniff where they have something of value.
The guy hastily refused. And a few days later I found out that his girlfriend had been raped. Then Boris appeared again and hinted that this was only the beginning. He, they say, has a lot of means to influence anyone. For example, each person has a mother, whose life and health largely depend on the compliance of her son. And he repeated his offer.
The guy, of course, was scared. And he agreed. They were transported with their mother to a luxurious country cottage with a housekeeper and a watchman. In fact, the girl, ready for all services, at the same time performed the role of a spy, and the watchman, if necessary, could play the role of an executioner …
The guy understood everything, but of course he lied to his mother: they say, he found an application for his talent for a good pay. But what exactly his work was, did not spread.
The technique was simple. He was brought to this or that house at an opportunity. He sniffed, and then made a plan-diagram of where that lies. The rest did not concern him. A few days later, he received money and tried not to read local newspapers. And on TV I watched only porno tapes through a video recorder.
A couple of years later, the mother fell ill and soon died. And the guy, feeling that his hands were untied, began to prepare to escape. But…
One evening, when he was returning from another guest visit in his BMW, he saw a girl wandering by the side of the road. She was in one light dress, all roaring, and it was winter outside, by the way. The guy stopped and offered help. In the car I saw that the girl was very pretty. Her name was Natasha. She told how her friend invited her to her birthday. And in the apartment there were men who, getting drunk, tried to rape her. She ran away, in what she was …
Natasha was frightened, trembling all over. He brought her to his place, gave her coffee … and left to spend the night. By the morning I realized that further life without this girl has no meaning. And he offered to marry him. And so that she knew what danger this proposal poses, he told at the same time about his position and plans for the future.
To his surprise, she not only agreed to leave with him, but also offered her assistance in arranging a trip abroad. Indeed, a few days later I brought my passports and plane tickets to New York.
How did the humble teacher manage it? The question is quite reasonable. But it’s not in vain that they say that love is blind.
The future spouses agreed to meet right at the airport. But when the "sniffer" approached the registration desk, a guy appeared next to Natasha. And without a word, he held out his cell phone. Natasha's sobbing voice came from the telephone receiver: “Seryozhenka! Sorry! Help!"
The guy also silently took the phone and made a sign to follow him. He put him in the car and brought him … to the same country house where our hero lived. There they were already waiting for him: Boris Nikolayevich, a couple of big boys and … Natasha. Oddly enough, she was sitting in a chair next to Boris Nikolayevich, not tied up, smiling, in a white medical gown.
“What are you, son? said Boris Nikolaevich almost affectionately. - Not good! Well, what did you miss? Such a house, such a girl they organized for you, plenty of money. Live - rejoice. And you? Well, nothing, nothing. Now Natasha will take care of you …"
The unsuccessful fugitive had his hands twisted. The last thing he remembered in "that" life was the grin on the face of his former beloved and the syringe in her hands.
In short, the bandits put the guy on a needle and turned him into a drug addict, a kind of zombie, an obedient weapon. Nowadays there are such drugs - once is enough to get addicted. Only they are very angry, tough - in a year or two, a person's brain is completely poisoned. And the whole body too.
In general, my ward soon served his term. And the bandits, realizing this, simply threw him out into the street. So as not to mess with the corpse once again. As a result, there was one more grave in our hospital cemetery. And whether to believe in this story, you yourself decide …"
So my friend finished his story and offered to drink to the memory of the soul of a person who, under other conditions, could earn fabulous money. After all, such "sniffers" - they are also called Noses (yes, that's right, with a capital letter) - are highly valued in the perfumery industry. And they earn a lot of money. We have …
We drank in silence without clinking glasses. What else can you say?
Zigunenko S. N. from the book "The greatest riddles of man"