"To Moscow! Hurry to Moscow! ”Thought Abram, leaning his youthful forehead against the cold smoothness of the glass.

Abram began to dream about how he really feels the places he has seen on the Net so many times - the trawler on Red Square, the Palace of Group Sex, and finally, retaining its old name (but which has become a memorial) Theater Square - under the large sculpture of Apollo leading chariot drawn by three monkeys ...

In the compartment knocked. - Tea, coffee, blowjob, anal sex - by the express method ... - the conductor was quite pretty.

(According to the latest scientific theories, they advised to fuck at least once every 6 hours - otherwise the meaning of life is lost, so the guides offered their services to all lonely passengers)

- Well, bend down ...

The conductor lowered his pants and parted his buttocks.

“Ass, she's an ass in Africa too,” thought Abram philosophically, but just in case, he first put his finger in the anus.

The conductor showed no emotion.

“Strange,” thought Abram, “and what if the hand?”

The hand came in without problems - it was even possible to squeeze it into a fist.

And here, for the first time, Abram felt something strange: no, not hostility to himself, not alienation (after all, the Conductor listened to him), but some kind of difficultly transmitted presence of someone else, some other, not like him.

The desire is gone.

- Fuck you, go. - The conductor got up, buttoned up and left - without surprise, and, most strangely, without regret.

“How strange,” thought Abram once more, “maybe I did something wrong? Maybe it was necessary to suck in the beginning? "

Abram frantically remembered everything that he was taught in school, and suddenly a terrible guess struck him.

What if the conductor is a latent heterosexual?

At first such a thought seemed to Abraham blasphemous: well, like a normal, well-educated person can be heterosexual, but then he began to recall the Explorer’s manners, his look - as if always justifying, his gait, and comparing and systematizing what he saw, became more and more convinced in his hypothesis.

“Well, of course!” Thought Abram, “as I have never guessed!”

Heterosexuals in the Village did not like.

And why love them? After all, it was because of them at the beginning of the XXI century that a terrible demographic crisis predicted by Professor S.P. Kapitsa broke out, it was they who once hampered the development of the Network, moreover, it was scientifically proven that heterosexuals have lowered intellectual and emotional abilities, low sensitivity to sex and creative innovation. In addition, heterosexuality is a sign of unmotivated aggression and poverty of the inner world. Some scholars were even inclined to consider heterosexuality as a mental illness, offering, for the purpose of isolation, to test everyone for secret heterosexuality.

Recently, however, a liberal attitude towards heterosexuals has been making itself felt. In the big cities, newspapers began to appear for them, and discos were being arranged. The web has started debating whether heterosexuals can serve in the army. On the one hand, of course, one cannot violate human rights, but on the other, how can this be implemented in practice? After all, the whole army discipline was based on love and group sex, sung by more than one generation of network poets. How will they serve, how will they fuck each other - naked and muscular - during the morning check? How will recover from stress?

And the education system? And what about a sexually organized self-organizing financial and economic system? And the Network itself, created and conceptually designed, in fact, by people who were called “blue” in ancient times?

There were a lot of questions. Abram has never communicated with a real heterosexual, although evil tongues whispered about Bartholomew. But Abram didn’t do it - let Bartholomew deal with his life.But to talk with a heterosexual, or to have a heterosexual friend Abram wanted to.

Although at times it seemed to Abram that all this heterosexuality is a whim and foolishness from real dissatisfaction. Find yourself a normal partner, and everything would be fine ...

... He sat in front of him - naked, small and all alone. In the car, everyone was asleep, and the Explorer could not understand why he wanted to pour out his soul to this, in fact, the first comer of the youth. His voice sounded hoarse and quivering ...

- ... I began to notice that I was somehow not so still a boy. No, the first lessons of sex were normal: everything is just like that of people, but then ...

“I couldn't help it.” Friends laughed at me and seemed to be starting to guess about something slowly. Further - more - went, went, flew ...

“Yes ...” said Abram. - Stick you. It is not easy for you, brother, even probably difficult. I really understand you. And tried to doctors?

- Yes, I went - no sense, they did not want to take the army, and then there was a diagnosis: they were not capable of group sex. How to live like this? I dont know. I am ashamed of familiar people to show their eyes. Here, now while here tea-coffee and all that stuff. And then...

- Well, wait, do not despair. Listen, maybe we can try, maybe it will?

- Well, come on. Once gave - not straight.

And a secret heterosexual habit spread his buttocks with his usual movement.

And the train went to Moscow.