Natalia walked through the crowded streets of the city. She did not care where to go. Just to go.

She was walking in a quick, hurried step, as if she was late somewhere. In fact, she ran from her problems, from what she saw in her own apartment just a couple of minutes ago ...

She opened the door to the apartment with a smile on her face, today she and her husband have a wedding anniversary. Seven years together. Natalia was in a great mood, she spent three and a half hours in the best cabin of the city. Now she was a fiery red-haired beauty, her hair was shaded by red-dyed strands, which by contrast lay down in the common head of now red hair. She made a manicure and pedicure, her nails covered with bright red lacquer. In addition, since she was a regular customer, she asked to do her hair in an intimate place. A girl of about 20 minutes and thirty worked on her pubis, lazar removing excess hair from her groin and sponges and making out naughty curls in a beautiful smooth triangle. Natalia also asked the girl to dye her pubic hair in fiery red color. With a smile at the girl’s questioning look, Natalya replied, “Today I’m changing completely.” Natalya bought a new luxurious underwear in the store, she looked at it a week ago, and now, having given him a small fortune, she tried it on in the store booth. The red set, a grace with a lowered bodice, covered the upper part of the body from the chest to the ribs, revealing the whiteness of the taut tummy and neat little belly button. Lace panties, closed buttocks on half, wrapped in thin lace stripes on the thighs and beautifully met at the top of the pubic hips. Having corrected the thin little straps on her shoulders for the last time, Natalya looked in the mirror. Fiery hair, light skin and red lace wrapping around her body, everything was great. "Redhead beast!", So she baptized herself, and a smile lit up her face. Natalya left the store in a new lingerie ...

And now she was standing in the hallway of her apartment. She even sang something quietly, some kind of melody she remembered. She noticed a familiar leather jacket on the hanger.

"Oksanka" - thought Natalia. And she entered the room, glancing at the kitchen as she went. To her surprise, both the hall and the kitchen were empty. There was one more room - a bedroom. Natalia went to the door ajar ...

Shock! This is what she experienced! Oksanka ... Her best friend, tumbled in bed with her own husband! In HER apartment, with HER husband, in HER bed and on HER sheets! There was a ringing in the ears, the gaze never left the woven bodies. Natalia began to beat shiver. She opened the door wide open, just pushed her hard, and the door banged against the wall with a loud bang. In bed, two pairs of eyes quickly fixed their eyes on the door. Natalia noticed a surprised, frightened look of her husband. “God! How pathetic he is now! ”, And Oksana’s contented, even angry smile. In the room silence, dumb scene, like in the movies.

Natalya did everything on autopilot, she never would have thought that she could react that way. Without taking her eyes off her husband, she began to applaud, just clap her hands. Her lips formed a smile, but her eyes were empty ... “Bravo! Thank you, dear! ”- Natalya turned into hysterical laughter. After a couple of seconds, she abruptly turned around and ran off from the house. She heard her husband calling her "Natasha!" Natashka, wait! ” He even turned into a sheet and ran out into the corridor, and then onto the landing, but Natalya was already tapping her heels on the steps, quickly and easily overcoming the flights of stairs.

And now she was walking quickly through the streets ... There was still the same picture before her eyes ... Her husband was hugging her friend. Natalia did not notice the passers-by, the whole world for her has ceased to be beautiful, colorful, bright. Now she looked at the gray, boring outlines of houses, the hasty silhouettes of some people passing by. Everything became black and white, lost its meaning, and maybe the reality ...

Suddenly it started to rain. The sky lit up with a curve of lightning, then stunned thunder and released heavy, light rain on the ground. Within seconds, the dry asphalt was covered, first with a funny pattern of water droplets, and then disappeared completely and became wet. Natalia cursed and began to seek the nearest shelter. Her eyes fell on the cafe. She immediately entered it. Noticing an empty table in the corner, Natalya went to him. With her hands, she felt in her pocket a 100 ruble bill. She ran out of the house without even grabbing her purse ... what a handbag! Natalya, with unprecedented fatigue, sat down on a chair, taking out a cigarette pocket and a lighter ... “Lord! Well, what a shit! ”. She ordered coffee. A minute later, there was a hot mug of coffee on her table, another waitress put a deep glass on the table with a candle burning inside. Natalia wanted to cry, but tears, for some reason she wasn’t ... She felt bad, disgusting and disgusting ... She began to remember the years she lived with her husband ... she wondered if she had been lying to me so long ago. She began to examine her hand, where there was a beautiful golden wedding ring. Natalia removed the ring with a long finger. But she wore it without removing it for the past 7 years. On the finger left a trace from the ring. Natalia felt that trembling. Either from her overwhelming emotions, or from the fact that drops of rain began to fall on her face from her hair, or maybe it was still tears ... Natasha put her arms around a hot, steaming coffee mug, her eyes fell on the candle. “That's how ... how people warmed their hands with boiling water.” She smiled weakly. Now, she looked like a wet, fermented kitten ... so fragile, defenseless, hidden from everyone in this cafe. From pity and anger to herself, tears still filled her eyes.

- Are you okay? - someone's voice brought her back to reality.

Natalya did not answer, she turned her eyes towards the voice. Before it was only some vague blue spot.

- Everything is good? - the voice was alarmed and literally dragged her into a world where she did not want

return. In a world where there is laughter, joy, love ...

Natalya blinked a couple of times in a row, causing a protective veil of unshed tears to fall on her cheeks in large drops. With a surprised look, she stared at the one who only a second ago seemed to her just a blue spot.

“It's all right ...” she answered in a low voice. Not letting go of the stranger and

viewing it openly.

He was tall, with blond hair and a naughty bang, which fell on his high forehead, and which with a constant hand he threw back like a comb, letting his hair pass through his fingers.

- Can I get you? - only now Natalia noticed that he was holding a cup of coffee in his hands.

- You are welcome. - Natalia considered everything. The blue turned out to be his denim jacket.

He set the cup down on the table, pulled up a chair and sat down.

- Whatever happens ... you shouldn't cry because of it. Everything will work out, everything must

get better. - with these words, the stranger stretched his hand to Natalia's face, and carefully, like the elder brother brushed away tears.

- And no one cries! - Natalya wanted to be offended, but her cheek still remembered the warmth of someone else's hand.

Natalia tried to determine the age of the stranger. Somewhere between 30 and 32, she concluded. The age of the husband.

"Heck! Again for her own! ”She mentally scolded herself.

- Well, since the flood is not observed, let's get acquainted. - the stranger looked at her open,

glance, it seemed to him that his eyes were laughing.

- Natalia. - she introduced herself.

- And I am Igor, nice to meet you. - he took a sip of coffee.

But Natalia studied it all. “Beautiful eyes,” she thought, “gray with greenish streaks, they probably always smile ... straight nose, narrow lips”

Natalia reached for a cigarette. Immediately, Igor took a cigarette lighter from his jacket pocket and brought it to the cigarette.

- Thank....