Glue Balloon (to glue a balloon) is an anagram of the phrase Blue Lagoon (Blue Lagoon, a famous novel and a film about him, about a boy and a girl, found on an uninhabited island) The fact of obtaining US citizenship did not impress Zack at all. Their departure from Russia went surprisingly smoothly. Here, probably, something was wrong. My father tried to start telling something, but Zak did not even want to hear. Surely some dirt. Left and fine. To study at school, and then at university, Zak did not need citizenship. Yes, and parents, probably, too.

Not yet old, they led the life of pensioners, with funds clearly exceeding the Welfer prize. And this Zak did not want to know.

Dad, a former engineer at a tractor plant, opened a car repair shop after a couple of years, accepting only selected customers as a Parisian couturier. The parents had the courage to live not in Brighton, and they never regretted it. Zach first helped his father until he left for Madison, Wisconsin. By the way, on the “Mustang”, acquired by their work and father's success, is 74 years old.

Zack did not specifically conceal the fact that he was Russian, but the surname, although it was an ancient nobleman, could have passed for the Hebrew, for the German, or directly the Anglo-Saxon. Zach himself called himself, and in the passport, of course, remained Alexander. Alexander. Like his parents, he mastered English perfectly still at home, and no one would have distinguished him from the “local”.

In Wisconsin State, he lived in a room with a colorful American named Tony Ackley. The idiot probably didn't read Salinger, otherwise they would have done something or with a name, but it would be better with his behavior. It so happened that they began dating girls from the same room as Jenny from Iowa and Jackie from Quebec. The girls just did not know that Zach was not an American, and Ackley that day wanted to surprise them with the story of Zach receiving an American passport. Actually quite unusual. Zak once again thought that parents should have special services to the United States. Neither the letter from the State Department or the police, nor the FedEx package. Just after class, they knocked into the room, asked if Ackley was Zack. No, it's not. Zach now, just a minute. Here is Zach.

- Mr. Alegzandr Edward Narshteyn. On behalf of the Department of the State, the administration of the United States of America and personally the President of the United States of America, we sincerely congratulate you. From now on you are a full-fledged citizen of the United States of America. As a confirmation, let me give you a passport of the United States of America, with which you can travel outside the United States of America on a par with other full citizens of the United States of America. Mr. Z will help you prepare the necessary documents.

Mr. Z stepped out from behind his boss, opened the case and showed Zach where to sign.

“Now you have all the rights of a citizen of the United States of America (“ Read the rights of a citizen! ”- Zak remembered the most popular phrase in local detectives and smiled. The State Department decided that from happiness).

- Congratulations, sir!

- Congratulations!

Ackley, Jenny and Jackie sat in ... how it is in Russian ... in the dining room, probably their favorite hotel in La Crosse, on the banks of the Mississippi, where they came almost every Friday. Ackley, waving his arms, depicted People In Black and with an even more solemn aspiration than they, he repeated the first time for the first time: “The United States of America”, when Zack approached them. Ackley sat back, and the girls saw Zack first. Jenny threw herself at Zak's neck, kissed her.

- Congratulations, Zach! I'm so glad! You have no idea! I did not know! That's cool!

Zach at first wanted to be offended at Ackley for being out of mouth, then at Jenny, for half an hour of chatter said a million words and all together and individually, without any meaning, but when her breasts fell on him, when the smell her hair pleasantly dripped from the lungs further down, Zak forgot everything.

He stopped Jennino's inflection in his favorite way. Jenny also loved kissing. They stood in the middle of ... hmm, the dining room, we agreed? ... and sexually licked the inner surfaces of each other's mouth openings. It was necessary to somehow stop this brawl and debauchery.

- Let's drink! Ackley suggested.

Zak still managed to teach this bloke, the infantile dunce, the mama's son, and just the miser about the basics of a socialist dormitory.

All moved to the bar.

Ackley ordered 4 beers and 2 vodkas. They did not give him vodka, they said that they had not come out for years. Zack (a year younger than Ackley) guessed what kind of conflict was happening behind the bar, approached himself, pushed Ackley away, took his credit card and threw fifty together with the phrase:

- This is for me, baby! And then repeat the vodka.

Drinking like that, woman is also human. Zack did not tell the girls how Ackley wanted to discriminate on the basis of gender.

After vodka, the company cheered up and wanted to continue honoring the new citizen. The girls wanted to ride. Zack drunk behind the wheel never sat down, Ackley, being generous, offered his own antediluvian Corvette, since Zak was sorry to break his cart. Here, a motor ship roared nearby on the river, and somehow the whole time the idea came to ride along the river. Pier near.

On the ship, the couples were immediately lost, and Zak did not particularly grieve. He ran for Jenny, who was trying to find Jackie and Ackley, just to run. In this race, they ran to the stern, and Jenny fell on a jar, breathing heavily. She was lying on her back and her chest rose high with each breath, revealing the striped belly under a raised T-shirt. Zack crouched beside him and laid his hand on that strip.

- Well, Zach! People around!

- People drink champagne, Jenny, and play on machines. We are alone on the whole deck, only the stars and the wind are witnesses of my unearthly love for you. Only they and I are now looking at you, gently stroking your body and running through your hair ...

- Zack, stop, you know that I will not suffer!

- And nothing can prevent the connection of our bodies now, as the gear knob could not prevent the connection of our souls. Nothing in the world can hold the T-shirt of the School of Linguistics on a dense and elastic chest, as there is no force that will protect Levis from falling down ...

“Zack, shut up,” Jenny groans, and in fulfillment of her wish, she grabs Zack’s mouth with a deep kiss.

Between times, young people habitually strip each other's clothes.

“Jenny, love, can you do everything today?” - in any case Zack inquired.

- Today YOU can do everything, my love.

Both crazy, Jenny and Zack did not always have with them personal protective equipment at the moments when passion flared in them. Both of them highly appreciated the gift of nature, tried to use it as much as possible and waited for its offensive with impatience. The evening coolness and fresh breeze did not contribute to the separation of bodies, and the guys canceled their usual caresses. The very open space and openness together with the non-zero probability that they can be noticed were excellent pathogens. Zack noted that Jenny squeezes her muscles a little stronger than usual, and Jenny noticed that Zach makes wider movements. Zack felt how free he was today, how much freedom he immediately got in one day, probably this is luck. He wanted Jenny to be free too today. When he felt that Jenny was squeezing the arms that were hugging him behind his back into cams and biting his lower lip, Zak mentally ordered her: “Do not tolerate!”. Then Jenny really screamed at the entire Mississippi and clawed Zack in the back. Zack, in response, thrust her down to the throat and poured Niagara Falls.

Jenny has never been so good. Something to her now reminded her the first time ...