The story is written on real events. All names, names of institutions changed.

She walked with a nervous, hurried walk. Pleasant, pretty appearance, owner of an outstanding type of face and beautiful figure. A very tall, leggy brunette, moderately modest second-year student of the Faculty of History and Philosophy of the Moscow State University Olesya Samokhvalova.

Arriving in Moscow from Murmansk a year and a half ago, Olesya passed the entrance exams and entered the first course at Moscow State University. How much was joy. Immediately congratulations from parents, the celebration of such a vivid event in one of the nightclubs of Moscow and the promise made to itself in whatever would not become a good student, and therefore receive a scholarship and enjoy life in Moscow.

Olesya's parents have always been serious and reverent about how their daughter is studying. Olesya's mother who graduated from school with a gold medal, a physician by profession, a graduate of a medical institute in Murmansk, and a father doctor of technical sciences who recently defended a dessert when they learned that their daughter successfully passed the exam congratulated her and said that if she didn’t study well, then come back. Jokes jokes, but these words for some reason firmly sunk into the memory of the girl.

At school, Olesya studied very well, delighting parents with good reviews from teachers. However, university is another matter. Olesya knew and understood this.

The first course was very successful for Olesya. Two sessions handed over even without triples gave her confidence in her further successful study and in the second year. However, everything did not turn out the way she had planned. Due to lack of time (she spent most of the week before the civil law exam with her friend from MGIMO, whom she met three months ago, in entertainment and a party), Olesya did not manage to prepare for the exam, and the result was two points.

She ran out of the audience upset and angry. Although, offended as it is known in such cases it should be on only yourself. There was no questioning how the teacher said to her, a gloomy and inhospitable old man, could not be considered. In the record in the column opposite the name of the subject “Civil Law” there was such a disgusting and unusual inscription “Disappointment.”

Olesya threatened to fly out of the institute. It was necessary to urgently do something. And what to do she did not know.

Since this was the last of the five exams, Olesya spent the next week in bitter meditations on how she would now be further. The thoughts connected with the reaction of the parents to her studies kept on to my head. Indeed, in a week and a half, a mother should come to her for the winter holidays. And the mother, of course, will want to see her record book, and Olesya did not want her to see her at all.

Lying in a dormitory in her bed, the girl thought how to find a way out of this situation, but nothing occurred to her. The roommate Julia, a cheerful and cheerful girl, about whom Olesin's parents would say “with the wind in my head”, herself seized a couple of triples during this session, but feeling quite well after that, knew what happened to Olesya but could not help her .

Yulia, seeing how her neighbor was suffering, came up and plopped down on Olesya’s bed at her feet and, playfully hopnuv on her buttock, said lightly:

- Yes, okay, Oleska, stop suffering. You haven't been going anywhere for a week now.

Olesya turned from the belly to the back.

- Parents will not understand, Julia. How do I tell them when they kick me out?

“Well, because of the hibernation of a hibernation, you can’t get out of this room, as if from a hole. You've been hanging around here for a week.

Sadness just ate Olesya from the inside.

“I have to come up with something,” she said sadly, “you don't know my parents.”

- Nonsense! - with the usual unceremoniously interrupted her Julia.Parents are not animals, they must understand.

Then Julia suddenly stopped talking, and moved closer to Olesya.

- Listen! She said almost conspiratorially, “why don't you go to our dean?” A man like a normal should understand.

Olesya thought for a second. It didn’t occur to her for some reason. She always avoided the dean's office. This is probably still from school time left. For some reason she was always afraid of the director. But now, having estimated that there is no other way out, Olesya thought that Julia was probably right. She still asked her roommate:

- Do you think it is worth?

Julia burst out of bed and immediately found herself in front of Olesin's face, squatting and hugging her elbows on the iron frame of the bed.

- I do not think, but I am sure. And besides right now. Come on up.

With these words, she grabbed Olesin's hand and began to pull her out of bed.

- Well, get up, couch potato!

Olesya reluctantly got up and sat down the bed.

- Fine, fine. But I can not go in this form.

Julia squinted and looked at the girl.

- Yes, now we will make you a top model! - she threw loudly, then efficiently asked: - What do you have from cosmetics?

Olesya took off her purse from the hanger, slowly began to remove cosmetic accessories from it.

Seeing these accessories, Julia just shook her head.

- Ooo! - she stretched out, but it is a shame to ask for such alms.

With these words, she reached her purse and dumped all its contents onto Olesya's bed.

There you could see the real French “Lancome” and fragrant “Fiji” from those that are sold in Moscow perfumery stores for $ 80 for 50ml, and shadows, nail polish and God knows what else.

- To the mirror! - Julia commanded.

Olesya went to the mirror and sat down on a chair, after which work began to turn her into a “top model”.

***

It took a little over an hour and in front of Julia stood a gorgeous, spectacular brunette in high heels, with beautiful thick hair falling on her fragile shoulders.

As I wrote above, Olesya had a naturally charming appearance. Slightly dark, although it could well have passed for a tan, pleasant face, deep green eyes with long eyelashes, plump lips. Very many guys stared at her figure. A rather large beautiful chest, an aspen waist, smoothly turning into hips, a delightful round butt that perfectly matches the proportions of the chest and waist, and long legs.

Julia meticulously examined Olesya.

- Well, already something. And the final touch.

She is not stinging the spirits sprinkled the girl by the Fiji guards.

- Now at least on the podium. - With these words, she began to push Olesya to the door.

Already on the threshold, Julia said to Olesya:

- Well, go ahead! Good luck!

“To hell” - Olesya thought sadly. But now it was too late to retreat. She probably wanted to say something else to Yulia, but she already slammed the door behind her.

***

And now she was walking along the corridor in the direction of the dean's office - an attractive young girl smashing the delicate scent of French perfume. At the soul Olesya was restless. Will the dean understand her? Can you help? These and other questions tormented the girl until she was at the door with a sign. The label read:

"Dean's Office of the Faculty of History and Philosophy." Below, on another tablet, it was written: “Dean: E. P. Gulyaev”

Dean Edward Petrovich was a man of short stature a little over middle age, about forty-five to fifty years old. Already beginning to go bald, with small black eyes, running from side to side, a small black beard and the same black mustache. Perhaps because of a big love for beer, and perhaps for another reason, Eduard Petrovich was the owner of a rather big stomach, which ...