From the twenty-five meter height "Ferris Wheel" park was viewed particularly well. And not only the park. The whole old city lay like a palm. Dmitriev carefully examined the farm entrusted to him ... it was no joke, more than thirty hectares of old pine forest. In the spring, and especially in the autumn, when everything is inundated with dry leaves or poplar fluff, all you need to do is watch - there are enough lovers of throwing a match, and then watch the fire run quickly along the path. And today already three times it was necessary to send children with shovels and a rake to extinguish uninvited bonfires. And the day was just beginning and promised to be dry and hot.

An accidental glance at the nearest houses shifted the director’s attention. In one of the windows, wide open, he saw a girlish figure. Slim silhouette in a lightweight robe. The girl was standing on the windowsill, raising her arms and, apparently, adjusting something almost at the height of the ceiling. Maybe she removed the curtains, or, on the contrary, was preparing to hang them. A light breeze blew the floor of the robe and Dmitriev perfectly saw the slender young legs, and at some point, when the breeze blew a little stronger, rounded thighs opened, on which small panties, almost made of ribbon, were white. The girl did not particularly pay attention to her openness, and he did not take her eyes off, but, on the contrary, got more comfortable in the booth, turning her so that the window with the charming stranger remained in sight as long as possible.

From the depths of the room a guy approached the girl. Visible was his sporty naked torso, strong shoulders and redheads, just fiery curls on his big head. He probably said something, the girl, perhaps, answered - the sounds did not reach the park, muffled by cars, trams, the usual city noise.

Dmitriev saw men's hands clasping her around her ankles, then slowly climbed higher to the waist, the guy pressed her face to the white strip of panties, the girl didn’t pull out, on the contrary, put her palms on her red head and stood motionless on the windowsill.

The wheel completed its turn, and the booth fell lower and lower, after a moment the trees closed the window, and Dmitriev pulled out a cigarette. He had to jump off the attraction and go to the office, where they were waiting for business, but he stayed, deciding to get up again. With a nod of his attraction, the director looked at the merry-go-rounds standing next to him in a businesslike way, noting that it was time to repaint the boats, make them brighter, and the chains decay. But these thoughts were familiar and everyday, he did not stop at them, impatiently waiting for the wheel to lift it again, and the girl will appear in the open window.

This time he did not wander through the pines, did not look for smoke and fire, concentrating in one direction. It seemed that the wheel never turned as slowly as it did now. The trees still did not want to go down, obscuring the house and the open window on the top floor.

Finally, Dmitriev was at the right height. However, the window sill was empty. Most likely, the girl went downstairs, into the room, into the arms of her red-haired friend. It has disappointed. He even felt a slight stab of jealousy, remembering how a redhead pressed a girl's body to his face. Although what could he care about them?

Evgeny Savelyevich turned forty this winter. The age seems to be not critical, until the retirement age is still oh-oh-oh, how many, but then come, in the morning sad thoughts began to come to mind. In addition, the reasons for them was enough. Somehow everything in life did not take place, did not work out. He was neither a tough businessman, nor a business entrepreneur, he did not save money, and in family matters, God knows that ... True, for ten years already Dmitriev has been running a small park in the center of the working camp, but is this a career? No, he thought again, something had to change.Maybe all quit and start over? Find just such a young and slim, to stand at the open window in an unbuttoned robe, and he would look at her and admire.

Lyrical reflections were interrupted by a sudden and wild, almost animal cry. Evgeny Savelyevich did not even understand at first what had happened, then, having found the familiar window with his eyes, he was horrified.

The girl he had just admired hung in the air, clutching at the window sill. She tried to climb, climb into the open window, struggling with her legs, but she clearly lacked the strength.

- And where is her boyfriend? Red where something? - Dmitriev shouted, as if someone could hear him here, above the ground.

Indeed, the red was not visible. He did not stick out the window, did not wrap his strong palms in her hands, did not try to drag her into the room.

- Yes, what is it? - Dmitriev shouted, already beside himself, twitching in the booth, and not having any idea what to do. It would be necessary to call, call someone ... rescuers, firefighters, police, an ambulance ... But how can you call if the nearest device is in the office, on his desk, about three hundred meters from the carousel, and there has never been a mobile phone.

Windows, balconies began to open in the house, neighbors' heads popped out, more and more feminine with wet hair and children's eyes wound around curlers, with eyes goggled in horror and curiosity.

Another attempt to climb. The girl, apparently, gathered all her strength into this impulse, put her feet on some protrusions on the wall imperceptible to the eye and hung again. Then, apparently having rested for a second, she slowly, over a millimeter, for some unknown reason, clinging with her fingers, began to rise.

It went on forever, forever. Every millimeter she had won from the wall seemed to take about an hour. Although what there! It lasted a second, because after a maximum of five minutes the wheel again lowered Dmitriev to the ground. This time he did not say anything to the controller, he did not even nod his head. Probably, he did not remember that it would be necessary to get out, run to the phone ...

... When, because of the treetops, the open window again became visible, he once again cried out in amazement - at the very sill, with his arms folded on his chest, straightened to his full height, playing with muscles, the redhead stood. He did not say anything, because his lips did not move and his mouth did not open. Dmitriev clearly and clearly saw - haughty eyes, lips compressed in a smile, strong arms lying on his chest. He did not disappear anywhere; he was here all the time, but at the same time he did not make any attempts to help.

Eugene looked down and sighed with relief ... the girl was already most of the body lying on the windowsill. Apparently, the worst was over.

He did not inspect until the end, took out a cigarette, turned the booth to the side, lit it.

“Wow, that happens. And how is that? What did they have there? Accident? But why did the guy not do anything? Your works are strange, O Lord ... ”

He went like this all day, unable to free himself from what he saw. In the evening, I went to a familiar house.

He did not know why he was doing this, what he needed in this house, that he would say if he saw a girl or a redhead. But he came up, stopped, with his head up and trying to look for the right window with his eyes. This turned out to be very simple - the window remained open. Now it was shut by a curtain - a light, almost airy piece of white matter. Dmitriev calculated that the window is almost in the center of the house, apparently, the entrance should be somewhere in the middle.

He walked around the house from the courtyard. So it was, the house consisted of three entrances, and the central one went out into the courtyard with a large attached vestibule, either a storeroom, or a garage for bicycles or mopeds.

He entered. The staircase to the entrance was clean, with wet steps after recent cleaning. He climbed the floors, not knowing what to do next, when he stopped in front of the door.

Rose to the top platform. Well, here is the door. Most likely this one. Painted dark brown paint, with the usual, standard English lock and black metal handle.

Dmitriev stopped."So, what is next? What? ”He asked himself, but he never found the answer. After standing a minute, ...