With ostentatious calmness and with a nylon creak, Margarita again threw one tight leg over the other. She was worried, however, so worried about many who fly abroad for the first time. There was still time before the flight, thoughts cluttered in her head, sometimes flowery monologues appeared excerpts from a letter that she would write to Nadka as soon as she was there, behind the hill. Right now, sitting in a cafe in Sheremetyevo and sipping a cocktail, for the first time Rita looked back at her life and meticulously divided it into 3 stages. The first one is boredom - from birth to 17 years old: school, music, French tutors, first sex games with Vovka Cherdakov, about which she never guts or guards, only Nadka, her best friend. She herself tried to forget this, so that the surname Cherdakov never even stood next to her. But in fact, it was Cherdakov who presented her with the first orgasm, clinging to the clitoris with plump youthful lips. And he painlessly pierced her, making her a woman once and for all. Anyway, this is childhood, boredom. The second stage - debauchery - from 17 to 22 years. It began in the restaurant, which the locals called the Green Light. Nadya was dragged there, the eldest friend of Limitschitsa. My mother did not approve of this friendship, and my father did not like the fact that the next apartment was a hostel of limitchiki, he was irritated by their fun, drinking parties. In this, he was not much more original than his Muscovite neighbors. Limit did not like. But Nadya made a favorable impression. Why? A decent girl from the province, not enrolled in a pedagogical institute, got a job as a nurse in a mental hospital. This is temporary. In general, the girl dreams of teaching French, loves children. This is exactly how Rita Nadka characterized her parents, after which she was allowed to visit their homes. “In the case of Nadyusha with French Rita, it will help,” Mom dreamed. The years went by, Nadya was all working as a nurse, and without going to college, passing, by the way, regular entrance exams. After school, Rita joined her, also failing to score the necessary number of points. “Girls are not lucky,” the mother stated, “they will prepare another year together.” With Nadka, it was easy, fun, she understood everything, but, to be honest, the fuck was hardened. Rita knew about her life, about men. Nadka told her everything to the smallest details. And she lured Rita - a decent Muscovite - to the Green Light, where a sweaty major offered 75 rubles a night with Rita. “What are you,” Nadka whispered hysterically, “I didn’t offer 75 years old, do not refuse the warrior, these are the keys to my room, go, you will not regret, man, you can immediately see a decent one, I tell your mom that you were tutoring, go catch the buzz. "

Ritka was shaking all over with fear of falling, but she agreed. Kaifa did not catch, but three twenty-five rubles pleasantly warmed his hand. Went, went. She just didn’t let through her: young, aged pilots, journalists, hard workers, chauffeurs, there were even a surgeon and a brigadier.

Ended the second stage of life, too, in the restaurant. She and Nadka went to Odessa to rest. In the restaurant "Arcadia" a foreigner was hooked to them at a table. It was a small, plump little man, of uncertain middle age, with streamlined, as if blurred features and a constant open smile. He smiled at everyone: the porter, the waitress, the musicians, the people at the next table, Nadka and her, Margarita. But he smiled at her in a special way softly and somehow vaguely.

- Good evening! I would really like to meet you, lovely girls. My name is Arno Torel. I'm French.

Nadka already jumped on the chair. Finally had the opportunity to test their spoken French.

- Same Maple Nadine. - Arno raised his eyebrows. “Hope,” Nadya added in Russian.

- Je suis heureux de fair votre connaissance. And you? What is your name? - Arno turned to Ritka in decent Russian.

- Margarita.

- Oh, Margarita, Margo! Are you from Odessa?

- Non, Xui to Mosca.

- I am pleased that you speak French, but I think that it will be easier for us to explain in your native language, since I have been learning Russian for a long time and are fluent in Russian. I beg you, do not bother.

I suggest to drink for the acquaintance. Both of you are adorable. - Arno ordered champagne, sweets, cheese and fruit.

The girls internally gathered, pulled themselves together to demonstrate to the Frenchman the top of Russian perfection. Now they were really charming. Tanned, with a magnificent breast and pretty legs, in a short skirt Nadka. Her straw square and savory freckles were nicely set off with an apricot blush. And Margarita is elegant and languid, slender fingers, flexible camp, chestnut hair flowing over her shoulders. A chiffon pantsuit in the color of a tea rose, through which even the tiniest moles shone through.

- Margaret, you are surprisingly similar to my sister Dominica, but much more beautiful than her.

Ritka's plum eyes were moistened, somewhere beneath her heart sank pleasantly. She understood that a turning point had come in her life. There was something significant, worthy.

Yes, it was in this place that the third stage of Margarita’s life began, which she, sitting in a Sheremetyevo cafe, called this: the best worthy life. At this time, Ritke was already twenty-two years old.

Arno turned out to be a businessman from Lyon, he came to Odessa to support his friend Eugene Shabyu, an engineer at the ammonia plant.

After the evening in the restaurant, Rita and Arno spent all their days together. Nadya did not lag behind, picking up some athlete from Bulgaria. In the moments when the girls were alone, Nadya taught Rita: “Don't lie down today, be patient. You can only allow your hand on your chest and kisses. Remember - you are a decent girl for him and leave your damn things if you want to achieve something. ”

- But, Nadia, he is 30 years old, he will not tolerate pioneering caresses.

- You Che, he is a Frenchman, will endure everything, today do not lie down, listen to me.

And Rita obeyed. Still, Nadya wants only good, she is older by 4 years, more experienced, what Bulgarian has picked up, one glance at him is enough to ache in the lower abdomen. Arno is different. Ritka was a little embarrassed that he was below her, plump, but nevertheless his figure was good, fit, strong. The eyebrows and beard faded from the sun - this gave his face manliness. Here are just eyes too bright. Well, nothing, roll. But serious intentions. “You will see the world with him, durekha,” Nadka said.

A few days later, after hearing Ritka’s report that Arno was brought to a state in a hotel room that most men call the simple and concise phrase “I can’t take it anymore”, Nadka said: “Lie down today.”

- And nothing that he is a foreigner?

- What are you, really? In general, I believe that we, prostitutes, should all take an example in interethnic relations. It is we who are a clear example of the real embodiment of internationalism in its best and beneficial form.

- Na-a-dya, I do not recognize you, you are straight, as on the podium.

- Exactly, lie down, but remember that you are supposedly shy.

That night Margarita allowed something more than a kiss on the neck. Or rather, she gave herself to Arnaud. Ritka was struck by Arno’s ability to “engage in a woman.”

During a light dinner in a room with a calf roll and vegetable composition, the Frenchman presented Rita with a surprise: he took a dark bottle of wine out of the refrigerator.

- This is a great wine, Margarita. This is the best that I ever drank. For me it’s very significant that it is called by your name “Chateau Margo”. This is the best of wines, and you are the best of the women I knew. I love you, Margo.

Arnaud kissed Margarita lightly on the lips. The Frenchman’s kisses always reminded Ritka of the butterflies fluttering, and she relaxed.

Arno did not hurry with sex, ...