didn’t take them long to persuade him. A shift occurred in Massimo’s head. He himself wanted to go out and take a walk around the area. The appearance of a healthy Jorge in front of him seemed to start blood flowing through his veins.
The first thing they did was visit the cinema. There, in one of the halls, the second part of «Dirty Harry», filmed three years earlier, was shown. But this film has no statute of limitations. You can watch it ten years later and do it for the hundredth time. Clint Eastwood was cooler than ever. Cool, fearless, vigilant; It will get anyone out of the ground. The guys were sitting in the last row. While watching, in passing, Jorge said that it would be nice to take an example from this guy. If you do everything like Dirty Harry, you will conquer any peak. And Jorge also hinted that they should also acquire the same deadly tool. The.44 caliber Magnum shot no less powerfully than it looked from the outside.
The next point after the film show was the nearest cafe. Massimo greedily swallowed two plates of chicken cutlets with deep-fried potatoes, three glasses of Coca-Cola and two hundred grams of chocolate ice cream. Pablo and Jorge were not surprised by such an appetite.
After a hearty lunch, the whole trio boarded the train, which headed towards the coast. Less than an hour later, Massimo, Pablo and Jorge were sitting on a bench on the embankment. The weather was sunny and clear. A light breeze was blowing. The view was enchanting. Calm ocean waves covered the wet sand, palm leaves swayed faintly in the wind, and crowds of sunbathers filled the beach. Some fried their bodies under the rays of the sun, others kicked a ball in a noisy company. The main part floundered in the ocean. Sun loungers, towels, straw hats and drinks with plastic straws were everywhere. Behind the benches, on one of which the boys were sitting, runners in sunglasses often rushed by. Pablo’s attention was caught by a girl of about twenty-five running by.
– Look, look – Pablo noticed in a hurry. – What luxurious standards…
He spent a long time devouring the runner with his eyes, examining her bare parts of the body, which were hidden under a thin layer of sweat, covered with the attractive glare of the daytime sun, until the girl disappeared from sight.
Pablo turned around and continued:
– I heard a couple of months ago that a new island was being developed a few kilometers from here.
– And what? – asked Massimo.
– And the fact that nudists began to develop it.
– Are there nudists in these places? – Jorge was surprised.
– That’s what I’m talking about.
Pablo began to develop his thought in an unexpected direction:
– Briefly speaking. One man owns a small yacht and takes tourists around the open waters. So, he found a new part-time job. Every Thursday and Sunday, he takes clients to this island who were looking for a free beach to sunbathe in the nude. After some time, he himself began to sunbathe in what his mother gave birth to, so that, so to speak, he would join the rest of the world. And the boat remains unattended. He simply drops anchor and leaves with everyone else. I saw this yacht. It has high sides, so it won’t swim close to the shore. And now the most interesting thing that I learned is that these perverts leave all their clothes and valuables on the yacht before leaving. It’s like they’ve been doing this for a long time, they know each other, they’re all one friendly bunch and they trust each other. I would ignore this story, but a whole crowd leaves their belongings unattended. They collapse on the sand and do not move until sunset.
– Continue – said Jorge, intrigued.
– There is a boat station nearby. I still have enough left from my savings. We can rent one high-speed motor boat, I’ll find out where this island is, and we’ll drive there. The island is empty. Until recently it was uninhabited.
Massimo suddenly intervened:
– We’ll need oars. The last two hundred to three hundred meters the roar of the engine can be heard.
– Listen, Massimo – said Pablo. – Actually, I wanted you to, well, stay on the backup, with a good view on the second boat somewhere to the side. In case one of the nudists moves, you would give a signal. I do not want to risk. You’re on probation…
Massimo interrupted him sharply:
– I don’t care. Look at him – pointing to Jorge, who sat between them. He was lucky last time. He might not be sitting here right now. It’s too risky for two. Where is the guarantee that while we rob, no one will get on the board and that none of them will have a gun or a knife, as then? If suddenly someone among us gets wounded, at least it will be easier for two of us to drag the wounded. And then, I’m already tired of sitting around doing nothing. I won’t go and bend my back for pennies. And so I spent my whole life in poverty. Enough.
Pablo and Jorge thought for a long time, could not decide for a long time, but in the end they decided not to resist the will of their friend.
– Do you have any clothes with a hood, a cap or something like that? – Pablo asked Massimo.
– No.
– Basically, it’s no problem. I’ll grab mine.
They shook hands.
Four days have passed. At noon it was already hot July weather – the most suitable for nudists to go to a closed party.
Massimo and Jorge were standing near the parking lot in front of a cafe. On Jorge’s shoulder hung a backpack with equipment for the case, which he checked several times. There was a pier about fifty meters away. After an hour of waiting, they noticed Pablo approaching in a motor boat. They walked along the pier and at the very end went down to the boat. Inside, as planned, were two oars that Pablo had rented from one of the fishermen at the boat station. He put the engine at low speed and taxied away from the shore, around the breakwater. Jorge unzipped his backpack and then pulled out a gray cap and sunglasses for Massimo. Jorge shook out the remaining contents at his feet, grabbing the bottom of the backpack. The contents included three pocket knives, five rolls of vapor barrier tape, two plastic bags, binoculars, several towels, some clothing and three spent pistols with loaded magazines: one.25-caliber and two.45-caliber.
The boat continued to sail very slowly until all three of them had finished covering the inscriptions on the sides with tape, so that if something happened, no one would be able to identify this boat. Pablo stepped on the gas. Half an hour later a dot appeared on the horizon. After another five minutes, the figure of an island with trees began to emerge.
Soon Pablo slowed down. At Massimo’s request, he turned off the engine. Then the two of them began rowing with oars, gradually going around the island. Fifteen minutes later the opposite shore appeared. Jorge took his binoculars and began to scan the shore. About a hundred meters from the shore, he saw a passenger yacht with the inscription «Peterson» on its side. Jorge’s face contorted. His lower jaw dropped back as he turned the binoculars slightly to the side.
– Well, what’s there? – asked Massimo.
– O-O-O-O-O… Wow.
– What do you see? – Pablo repeated irritably.
Jorge responded in a shocked tone:
– I have
