Irina Vladimirovna walked along the evening beach with pleasure, enjoying the fresh breeze, the motley crowd of guests, listening to Russian and Ukrainian speech. Pleasant thoughts slowly floated in the minds of a young teacher of Russian language and literature. She imagined, for example, how in one of her students she guessed remarkable abilities, as it helps to reveal to the young talent. Or - why not really dream? - Irina Vladimirovna Zotov turns into an old honored teacher, for a modest but decent pension living in a small, cozy apartment in a block house, and here her former students visit her. One became world-famous ... well, let it be an ornithologist, another - a wonderful writer, a third - a diplomat ... And they all remember with gratitude how Irina Vladimirovna sowed seeds in their young souls, which gave remarkable shoots over the years.

However, the young woman did not allow herself to swim in the sea of ​​dreams for too long - it was necessary to think about more prosaic things. She sat down on one of the shops, opened her purse and carefully counted the money taken on vacation. The room not far from the sea turned out to be rather expensive, but comfortable and clean - I didn’t want to give up. So, I had to cut myself a little in food, maybe, refuse one or two excursions.

Irina Vladimirovna sighed. But in general, all this was nothing: the sea gently roared, the moon came out, I did not want to get up and go home ...

Suddenly, Irina Vladimirovna noticed a spectacular lady in a light summer suit, sewn exactly on the figure. Waving a bunch of flowers, she climbed up the trail.

- Viola? - exclaimed joyfully Irina Vladimirovna.

“Yes ...”, the lady turned round vividly and immediately smiled in a smile. -

Irka! What are the fates?

- Relax. And you?

- I live here. I work.

- Are you sort of distributed in Poltava?

- Translated, of course. Where are you staying? Do the hosts? Let's go to me, have dinner, remember!

- Let's go, of course let's go! Wow, how lucky - on the first day in a completely foreign city to meet a university friend!

In one of the side streets, Viola confidently approached a luxurious imported limousine, got behind the wheel, opened the door:

- Dive. What are you worth?

- Viola, is it your car, or what?

- My, my! What did not expect?

Irina settled in the front seat, and the car, gently sniffing, smoothly moved away. Viola led swiftly, confidently, almost like a man.

“` Merce, 'almost new, ”she explained to her friend, efficiently. - Twenty tons.

- What? So ... heavy?

“Tons means twenty thousand green, stupid.”

- `Wow! `- Irina was horrified to herself. - `This is a fortune! And after all, Violka from a poor family, I remember, was always lacking in belyashi ... `.

A few minutes later the limousine gently braked in front of a small stone mansion in a quiet area. The garden was lit by glass multicolored balls mounted on low columns in the grass.

- Fazendochka you be healthy! - sincerely admired Irina, when they entered the front, decorated with wood with bronze. - Is yours? - Not yet, unfortunately. I rented. It turns out pretty well - almost a thing.

Bucks, of course.

- Wow! - breathed out Irina.

The house was furnished not without chic: expensive German wallpaper, obviously an antique chandelier over the dining table, bent-up furniture, even a grand piano in the living room! On the floor - fleecy elastic carpets.

The friends went to a special guest room. It was no less comfortable here: a corner leather sofa, a glass table with light, a carved shelf with equipment and CDs ... Irina fell into ever more bewilderment. While she sat down, looked around, Viola took a mobile phone off the shelf:

- Yura? For two people. Yes, drink softer build ... I'm waiting!

- Viola, I'm bastard! What are you, for a millionaire jumped out?

- Here's more, depend on someone!

- Has she become a banker?

- I am a teacher, just like you. I sow sensible, kind, eternal ...

- Where does all this come from?

“Well, my dear,” Viola winked slyly, preparing two greenish-orange cocktails and lighting a candle. - Laughing little by little ...

- Are you horny? Kidding me, of course?

- No, what a joke! Rich yes loveable now enough.

- Listen, but it's terrible! Do you really speak the truth? Do not you disdain prostitution to live a luxurious life?

- Listen, Irka, throw you this sanctimonious tone. `Prostitution! `I just lead, let's say, a free lifestyle. I like men, you know? And always liked. And I like to do this by myself ...

- But not for the money! Become a selling woman ... It just hurts to hear!

- This is please. Suffer if you so wish. But also look, think. And if you look closely, and you can say: fu, how could I have been Fefela! So tell me, you can believe me! Well, eat a cocktail and forget for a while about the lost teacher.

The cocktail was really surprisingly tasty.

- Here is a young teacher like you and me how much can earn even if she will be given all the opportunities?

- Well, you can pull on three or four living wages. - Right. So, for me it is - a couple blowjobs!

- M-blowjobs! Suck ... this crap!

- Well, said! Fuck - they are cute! I especially like uncircumcised people: take a cam, pull down the skin, pink head right there and let's grow and swell up - you feel like a snake charmer. So you want to swallow it! However, what are we all about sex and sex? It's time for the table. Hungry, probably?

In the dining room, where they went, everything was ready for dinner. Slices of lightly salted salmon rose to an appetizing slide, torpedoes on a long dish lay minozhin, stood canapes with caviar. On the table farther away there were fruit. A whole bastion of bottles was visible on the mobile table. Served young handsome waiter.

Girlfriends slapped a glass of cold vodka and started. Irina was confused by the mind - she just did not know how to behave. Get up and leave? Somehow impolite too. Yes, and delicious. And interesting. Why not watch the unusual life? Although ... what is she, a journalist, or what?

“You, I see, are all in disgust,” Viola said softly. - Sorry I said. I thought about the old friendship possible. Forget ... Do not break your head over this! Drink better wine. Great wine!

“The wine is really thin,” Irina carefully admitted.

- Here you are sitting and thinking: what am I hanging around here? - quietly continued Viola. - What am I, without this balyk not get along? Wait, let me finish. But I do not even think that you are sitting with me for the sake of stellate sturgeon with horseradish or expensive whiskey. You did not leave, because you can not come to a decision: is the fallen woman Viola - or not? Well, I don't seem to you to be so fallen! Something does not fit here. Instead of joining, Irish, real life and the capitalized ideas about her, imprisoned in us by their parents, the system, all these aunts and uncles ...

- Wait, - Irina threw herself, - you will not begin to assert that it is normal to perform the sexual vagaries of men, and even for money?

- Sexual whims of men, you say? - Viola responded and snapped her fingers. - Then look!

The waiter turned on the side lighting ...