What I'm going to tell you now, maybe, to someone will seem to be a mere trifle. At the same time, this adventure made a very significant impression on me. Until now, I sometimes remember with great pleasure the events of the past years.

It was in the first half of August. Then I had just finished the first course of our Polytech and moved to the second. In the midst of a summer vacation, accompanied by carefree life, friendly companies, plenty of beer and numerous forays into the countryside. Then one day my childhood friend, Alexei, together with his girlfriend Irina, who studied with me in a group (by the way, they also met through me), invited me to a barbecue in the Coastal village.

Lyokha was my same age (we were then 18 years old), before that we had studied in high school for several years. Strong, tall, athletic, short-haired blond, with a serious approach to life, he knew how to enjoy success with girls, and by that time he had time to change at least four girlfriends. I must say, no girl stayed with him for more than half a year, everyone knew that, but, nevertheless, he pulled the next “victim” like a magnet. Here is such a brief portrait.

As for Irka, she was quite a couple to him. Tall, slim, with model features, beautiful legs, well-marked breasts, light, slightly reddish hair, which she cut into a rather short, but very stylish haircut, she always carefully watched herself, and could be said to adorn our institute groups. Add to this the fact that she was a very serious person, she knew how to keep herself up to the mark and already had attractive prospects for the future. Irina lived in Pribrezhnoye together with her younger brother, her parents had been working in Hungary for several months now, and, of course, the household was entirely on her. “Rogue” Lyokha managed to snip off a girl like that after meeting her on my birthday, where I invited many guys and girls from my institute. And now she is with him ... But, however, that is their business.

So, we planned on Saturday morning to call on Irina together, because from her hand we could move to Krasavka (this is a tributary of the Kama), take everything we need from Irina (grill, skewers, firewood and their ilk), and " hang on the river until the evening.

Irinkina’s friend and her boyfriend, whom I didn’t know, were to join our company, but Lech was already familiar with them, as well as some other girl who I didn’t even know. I was one more at the time.

... And finally, we met early Saturday morning at the Lyokhy House. I took the fishing rods with me from the house, some other small things, and arrived at the appointed meeting place. Lyokha was waiting for me. Together with him was Kate - Irkina's childhood friend, her boyfriend Arthur, and Yulia - Katya's classmate (as it turned out later, they studied in pedagogical at the music department). Here is such a company.

I was introduced to new acquaintances. At first I stretched out my hand to Arthur: it was of medium height, slightly full, with black hair, a swarthy guy, two years older than us, in a red open T-shirt, swamp color wide shorts up to the knees and brown sandals on bare feet. He turned out to be very ingenuous, and at the same time a cunning man, instigator and humorist, who can easily become the “soul” of any company. His girlfriend Kate was a pretty, fragile-looking creature, very small in stature, miniature, with black slightly curly hair and a trustingly naive facial expression. She was wearing a bright narrow miniskirt and a light knit netted “in the hole” topic with a short sleeve, and on her legs a beige sandal with a small heel.Katya also extended her hand to me as a sign of acquaintance, while somehow mysteriously smiling. With the words “very nice,” I gently shook her hand.

Julia was a very pretty, cheerful, lively girl, of medium height, with light straight hair, she looked noticeably younger than us, although, apparently, we were of the same age with her. She was wearing a white summer T-shirt, belly open, and very short jeans shorts, boldly cropped well above the bottom edge of the buttocks. Sports sneakers with white socks accentuated her tan completely open legs, and a beautiful tanned ass, flirtatiously protruding from under the shorts, definitely left many passers-by an overwhelming desire to look behind her. We also met with Julia, and after exchanging courtesies, we set off.

... The way to the Coastal was about an hour by bus. It is a detached village, away from the city, although administratively it enters the city limits. Due to the fact that it was still quite early Saturday morning, the bus, fortunately, turned out to be quite free, and we all five of us settled in on the seats. Katya sat next to Arthur, I took a seat behind them near the window. To my satisfaction, Julia sat next to me, and Lyokha sat on an empty seat across the aisle. On the way, we gradually began a spontaneous conversation with my new acquaintance. In truth, it is quite difficult for me to quickly find a common language with a stranger, and even more so with a girl. However, Julia turned out to be just a gift of fate: she quickly took the lead in the conversation, so I basically just had to listen and insert individual comments. She spat tirelessly about her friends, about her favorite artists and musicians, the concerts she went to, and all that. In principle, she was absolutely right: in such a situation, it’s not so much the semantic value of your stories that is important as the ability to avoid awkward silence with an unfamiliar companion. And, finally, it is impossible not to mention that I found the society of Yulka very pleasant. I even allowed myself for a moment to imagine that she was my girlfriend ...

... Nature in the Coastal was beautiful. The whole village was like in the forest. Previously, there was a real village here, now, however, they built a whole array of white five panels - and nine-story buildings, but, nevertheless, in the Coastal one somehow does not feel that you are in the city. A small plantation separates a series of nine-story buildings from the bank of the Krasavka river, with landing stages and sandy beaches. A little further away there is a camp site and a sanatorium.

Irina lived in one of the new five-story building, slightly away from the main body. Her one bedroom apartment was on the second floor. We rang the doorbell. Irka was ready and waiting for us. She opened the door in a light, slightly above the knees, sundress, on thin straps and with an open back. We offered to wait for her downstairs, but she invited everyone to go into the apartment and have breakfast together. I went inside, before that I had never been to visit with Irina. The apartment was cool and cozy. Irkin's brother was at home, but he was going somewhere to go about his business. I saw another girl - Natasha. At first I thought that this was Irkina’s brother’s friend, but it turned out that Natasha was another Irina’s friend, and she was also going to barbecue with us. “Merry we have a compass,” I thought, “three guys, and four girls, and two of them are free.”

Natasha looked very "nothing." She was about the same height as Julia, literally a little bit fat, which, in my opinion, did not at all spoil her figure, dark-skinned, with dark-brown hair shoulder-length and expressive big eyes, in a denim sleeveless shirt tied at the navel, and denim shorts (not as short as Julia’s). We introduced ourselves to each other, we left the girls in the kitchen, and we ourselves went to the balcony to smoke.

The balcony overlooked the courtyard, the view of which was quite “homely” and cozy: shady apple trees, an alley and a children's playground. After smoking one by one, we heard that the girls were already calling and proceeded to their kitchen. The girls organized a light breakfast: scrambled eggs, ...