Don't hate the player - hate the game! Booker T. Instead of entry.

In this work it is necessary to make an introduction, since you, the reader, can not understand what it is about, and for what, and who is who. First, I want to immediately say that it was not me who invented it all. This story is made up of fragments of thoughts of two people who are constantly spinning around me when I drink beer with friends. They advised me to write this and the main idea was theirs too. I just tied all their thoughts together, diluted with my own. They are present in the narrative, however, under fictitious names: Lutz and Stalher. They constantly use in their speech a lot of sacraments and germs, which is why their thoughts tire, so here I tried to write easier. Secondly, the purpose of this story was not to insult anyone. I am like a child, seizing upon a box of pencils, trying different colors. Thirdly, this work is humor, but very evil humor. And if someone is offended, I can probably even understand. Although, on the other hand, gentlemen! If you can’t laugh at yourself and see a dirty trick and a bummer, then the price for you is two kopecks. I just wanted to write strange and funny. And finally, fourthly: if you recognized yourself in some of the heroes, but you do not know who the Imperior is, then take it easy - you just look like a hero, not him.

Well, now, the story itself.

One day before.

Zero is nothing.

Once - black earth.

Two - a gray sky with clouds that are half a tone grayer than the sky.

Three - this gray-whitish sun peeps through the clouds, which are half a gray gray sky.

Four are two gray shiny railings with gray-brown sleepers, shimmering in the rays of a gray-whitish sun, which peeks through the clouds, which are gray in half a gray of sky.

The countdown continues further, because the gray-green electric train fumes along two gray-shiny rails ... and so on. Calypso sits in the train — the main character of our story. He holds a suitcase on his lap and studies the mesh patterns on the pantyhose of the girl sitting opposite. At the same time he slouches more than usual. In general, it is not funny that he slouch, and he also does not like it when St. Imp shouts to him: "And now the humpback!". St. Imp is a small pimple from a parallel group, completely turned on everything, and in particular on the film “The meeting place cannot be changed”. Calypso hates St. Imp'a, but unsuccessfully trying to hide it.

Finally, when Calypso’s nose reached the edge of the girl’s skirt, she could not stand it, got up and, calling him an asshole, went to the other end of the carriage. Then Calypso turned to the window. The train was approaching the station and Calypso was smiling amiably smiling at everyone on the platform. One grandmother at the station ran with a shovel and touched everyone with her cutting. And on the platform there were a lot of people, and everyone climbed into the train. In the end, the grandmother with her shovel hooked her skirt on a young and beautiful girl. The skirt fell, and Calypso began to observe. Yes, it delighted his eyes and everything below. Her feet are in pink sandals, then smooth slender legs, slightly full thighs and an extensive ass tucked into white panties. When she stooped, Calypso was ready to finish, but so far he was just very excited.

At this time, the traffic jam in the door gave a leak, and people poured down with noise and din in the train. The grandfather with a double-barreled man burst in first and, hanging it on a hook, was pleased, sat down and, scratching his beard, scratched his eggs. The people filled the car and roared, but Calypso did not see or hear them. He looked intently at how the girl shook off her skirt, put it on. At the same time, she turned to face him, and he, pretending to look the other way, looked at her panties, from which black hairs appeared.

Because of this, Calypso completely retired from reality, and she, reality, hurried to hit him with the shovel on the head with the aforementioned cutting.

“Why are you sitting,” the grandmother screamed. - The place must be ceded. Your mother, so her through the knee five times, that did not teach you?

Calypso hurriedly got up, and, grabbing the suitcase, began to move toward the exit. He got an idea. Now he and the girl on the platform suffered from the shovel of this annoying grandmother. He thought that a common enemy would unite them, and then who knows what will come out. He would talk to her, he is not St. An imp that needs everything at once and immediately, which ultimately gets nothing because of what is at his home and in the bathroom and in the toilet, and indeed everywhere else, you can roll your neck slipping on the consequences of his self-satisfaction.

So, Calypso hastily moved to the exit, saying “excuse me, excuse me” with a frequency of 28, 33 times per minute. In response, he received abuse and strikes. Through a double door, he flew out like a bullet, having received a kick with his foot between the rolls. By that time, the train had long since started off, and Calypso did not understand why he had gone to the vestibule. And in the vestibule a very motley company was selected. One Yakut immediately embraced Calypso and kissed him passionately. At the same time, Calypso instinctively put his tongue into the Yakut's mouth, trying to show him the beauty of life. Another guy who painfully tugged at his neck, reached out and started to paw Calypso's ass. And the black man who was sitting on the floor was licking his thick lips. Calypso realized that there was something wrong and, dissolving the kiss, he began to explain that he was not like that, and that he had to go to another car. Especially since the faces of all, except the Negro, seemed familiar to him, but Calypso could not remember their names. After listening to his explanations, the company immediately explained that Calypso was just that, and that there was nothing to be ashamed of. The negro took hold of his trousers and began to pull them down. At this time the door from the next car opened and a little girl with straight dark hair entered the vestibule. Looking around everyone, she asked:

- Do you guys have a pair of batteries?

“Get out of here, we are busy,” Calypso shouted at her.

“Here,” said the Yakut calmly, handing her two finger batteries. - You are welcome.

The girl blinked with her two eyes and went back. The battle in the vestibule was resumed. Yakut and the guy whose neck was twitching, pulled off his brown jacket with Calypso, tearing it apart. The negro had already ripped off Calypso's underwear. The shirt followed the jacket. Calypso tried to resist, but did it with one hand, since the second he firmly gripped the handle of his suitcase. So that after a short time he stood naked in the middle of the vestibule, but with a suitcase. His body no longer resisting bent, and the Negro came back. When he entered Calypso with one jerk, he shouted in pain, forcing Yakut and his companion with a neck to shudder.

“We need to remove this noise,” the Negro said in broken Russian. - And then I can not finish.

Then the Yakut and the guy with the neck slightly opened the doors to the car and put Calypso's head in there, then pressed it at the neck. Now the face of Calypso, writhing in pain, was presented to the entire carriage on display, which was amused by the passengers. A black man worked his huge black ass in dignity Calypso. Yakut and his friend kept Calypso so that he would not run away. Finally, crying out loud, the negro lowered Calypso in the ass and took out a member of it. He wiped it on the cloths taken from Calypso and said that this boy's ass is well designed and fuck her in pleasure.

Then the guy with the twitching neck moved to the position behind Calypso. But, unbuttoning his fly, he could not do anything. Calypso, sensing the weakening of his hands, rushed forward.

“Hey, what about my turn?” Asked the guy, offendedly jerking his neck.

But Calypso, without looking around, tore through the carriage, covering his genitals with a suitcase.

“Absolutely fucked up,” said the grandfather, who hung the gun on the hook.

The children giggled, and their mothers covered their eyes with their hands. The train approached Moscow and slowed down. The next vestibule of one door was missing, and Calypso signaled with ...