Out of plan

His name was Eugene. By the way he looked he was about twenty-five, twenty-seven years old. Medium height, it’s impossible to say that he was plump, but you can’t call him thin either. The hair is dark, the color of the eyes was closer to green.

When he worked as a programmer, and rode a lot on a business trip. Business trips taught him to communicate with people, and natural observation gave him an unlimited field of activity. He was not handsome, but the girls did not shy away from him. His charm and mind, did not leave without attention, even the most demanding goddess. But in order to learn about his gifts, you must first know a little man. And how it would not be desirable.

He always worked with enthusiasm. Only money was paid a little. So he and the table to work as a “call boy”. There was enough work, a pleasant young man who knows some women's tricks and uses them for his own purposes, without offending the weaker sex. He knew when to be near, and when, and for how long, you need to see the sights in the kitchen or chat with someone about anything. He also perfectly performed the role of free ears, listening about all the gossip about Alochka, whom she would never meet, or that Anna Feodorovna sewed a dress of silk with a neckline that was just “ah”. He knew the rules of the game and approximately fulfilled them, for which he was paid.

His old friend last week asked him to help him with the move today. They started at eight in the morning, the car surprisingly came at the appointed time, and now it was about eleven. Zhenya was tired, and since he alone was too lazy to go to the fifth floor, he remained sitting down and waiting for the car to arrive, with a friend. In the city there is a street where the unemployed are gathered, it is always lively here, there are always those who want to hire and those who hire.

The warm summer sun caressed his skin. Near the guy stopped an expensive car.

Probably, they will try to hire me again as loaders, for the fifth time in half an hour, it looks like I will have to retrain myself - Zhenya thought.

Two older women got out of the car. Approaching him, they began staring at him intently. He got used to it and quietly waited how it would all end, he even became interested.

- In my opinion, that is necessary! - said the first.

- Yes, there is something in it. - confirmed the second.

- Do you want to earn a lot of money for a pleasant service? - said the first lady, with a brooch on an evening dress.

It seems the bird itself goes to the cage, I hope they will offer someone younger than themselves.

- And who does not want. Watching what you can offer.

- We must seduce one girl. - said cape.

- And how much will it cost me? - His character spoke in him.

- One hundred dollars. - brooch.

- What are you laughing at? As far as I know, at least three hundred are paid for it. Yes, and it is also unknown "we can ugly Kaka." - “Character” took his own. And Zhenya himself, without noticing, tried to lift the price. - Give for five hundred, everything is smooth for you, but I am pleased, do not make a bad bargain, do not hesitate. - He has never been so cheeky, and he never did when he was not filmed. The first races in his life, he began to approach this as a ridiculous game. In which "Vasya, the plumber" will become a hired doll for some whimsical girl.

The women looked at each other.

- If anything, go through the market. - He pointed to the side, obviously not very sober loaders.

The ladies are gone. After some discussion, they again stood before him. - Good. You will get the money after you seduce her.

The matter was gaining momentum, but not quite what Yevgeny suggested.

- What is her name?

- Elsa Ermolova.

Already cuts the ears from such a combination.

“Give me a look at her.”

He stretched the photo. The girl was photographed at the table, she was talking to someone.Very attractive, dark hair was collected in a simple tail that did not spoil her, but even emphasized her beauty, so they say, I don’t even have to do anything with myself to be beautiful. Gentle features, and most importantly, a smart look. Although you can provide any photo, but it seemed to him that this is indeed the case. The girl was dressed in an evening dress made of velvet, her dark skin looked perfectly on this background. Beautiful breasts, which could be observed through a medium-sized neckline, pleasantly caressed eyes. Everything below was hiding the table. One could only guess about her height, whether her legs were slim.

- And where will it be?

“You will find her in the Planet restaurant at eight in the evening.” As you can and unwind. - Brooch, did not even try to hide her dislike for the girl. Now he understood everything, they want to use him to humiliate her. - As soon as she agrees to be with you, or something not ordinary happens, you can come to us for money, we will sit in the same room. Yes, and dress a little bit better, take someone's costume, otherwise they won't let you in this one. - And she broke into a smile.

He gritted his teeth, they hadn’t touched him so long ago.

- I will definitely be there! Do not miss.

Women, satisfied with the answer, left.

For a long time he did not allow himself to react to all sorts of trivialities in work, but this, it was not a trifle, and not a job. He was insulted, and so simply he did not want to give up, he must win, and win an encore.

A restaurant

He went to a restaurant. Now he was wearing an expensive suit, sewn from the best tailor in this city. Varnished shoes. Hairstyle just finished to deal with Helen, she, as always, was at the height of the ball. A little ahead of schedule, he always did so in order to assess the situation. Today he learned a lot about the upcoming meeting. Calling a friend at the passport office, he found out that Elsa Yermolova, the wife of the very Yermolov who launders money in their casinos. A couple of times they met. And surprisingly, they got along great. He met him somewhere in a boarding house. Ermolov rested there, with his mistress. He played on this, found Yermolov, as always, he was in his favorite club "French". The girls here were all on the pick. Eugene often been here. Cozy atmosphere, excellent service have always done their job, the girls melted like candles. He distracted one waitress and held him until security was interested in them. The girl was not pleased to continue to work, and he was asked to rise to the owner, which he sought. Coming out of the elevator that led to the apartment of the authorities under the escort of one of the "inflated boys", he saw Yermolov slightly irritated. But when he saw Zhenya he was cheerful.

- And it's you.

Already friendly. - Why do you distract my girls? - Smile.

“Why are girls needed at all?” - face shone.

- Hunt ran out.

- Yes there is a bit. And how are you doing?

Because of the small screen behind which the quiet door slam was heard, his mistress appeared. A girl endowed with intelligence and beauty.

- Hello. - Eugene leaned slightly.

Weak nod.

- Uh, you do not particularly get carried away, I know you. - Yermolov turned to Zhenya and embraced a beautiful camp. The skin of the girl was decorated with artificial tan.

- And what is the problem with the sun nowadays? - The girl threw a displeased look at Eugene.

- Why do you think so? - Ermolov puzzled looked at Zhenya.

- Just you, which is pale.

The girl looked at her with interest.

- So after all the work, and indeed this and that:

- Dear, it looks like someone is trying to pin down our establishment again. - She showed through a large, darkened window on one of the tables. Ermolov right there ...