Exam passed. Such lightness in the chest. Andrei ran down to the cloakroom, handed a number. While the cloakroom attendant was looking for a fur coat, he looked around merrily. At the mirror dressed girl. And once again the eyes eagerly looked at the figure, the face. "Beauty"! Even frost on the skin ran: "Br-rr"!

She dressed great, she knew what was expensive and what to face. The soft fur coat set off the skin on the cheeks, and the lips were so distinctly distinguished by swelling and dark cherry color: And the eyes? Brown, big. Something boyish and it was in her short cropped head. Boyish and childish - babyish plump cheeks.

She was actually a child, but what he heard about her adventures was a jealous blade that slammed into her chest. Andrew knew only what her name was and twice talked to her in the company of her laughing friends. So much for classmates.

Lena was wearing a fur coat, and no one helped her. “I would approach: But where am I going to go?” - the traitor’s thought braked Andrei. - She is from high society. Her dad is the minister of some kind of affairs there. And what I - a student from Tmutarakan. And I have money. Here, the truth, "Stepuhu" received. But what is the money? ”

The old woman brought his fur coat. He dressed like lightning. And she still stood in front of the mirror, rich in beauty and clothes. Her manners of the aristocracy attracted Andrew and at the same time frightened: “Where am I, Scythian! She for the barbarian honors me "!

She finally got dressed and took up the strap of her handbag. "Leave"! - pounded in temples. Andrei clenched his fists. “No, we must conquer this woman. Any ways. Or I am nothing. In-ko-rit "!

“Lena, hello,” burst out of her chest.

For a moment, Andrew faltered from his own courage. But now it was necessary to get out somehow, to continue - the step was taken.

- Your group also passed the exam!

“Yes,” she said coquettishly.

She flirted with everyone. But she was not close to everyone - chosen.

- I also passed - five points. But now is not about that. I have a conversation with you. Very necessary. Have time?

- There is.

- Then let's go. On the way, let's talk.

The traffic was parting and then reuniting them together. Andrei did not know what to do, because you can’t tell directly about your innermost desire. How to say? "I want you, Lena. I wish"? Yes, she simply "fixes" or twists a finger at her temple, they say, you don’t have a berry on your field. out of shame and pride that a woman, even from a high society, rejected him. So, you shouldn’t have to contact. And if you called yourself a load, get into the body.

That's when the balls in the skull box started working, they creaked like a computer while digesting a huge amount of information. Gradually, a plan began to emerge, but so fragile that there was no certainty. And Lena was waiting for a conversation. Soon asked:

- I'm waiting. What did you want?

- Helen, on the street is impossible. Let's go somewhere. Yes, here, at least, in a cafe:

They entered, sat down at a table. He ordered prudently, pondering every action. Waiting for easy wine, Andrew did not let her say a word. They drank. And Lena again recalled the promised conversation. Looking at her, he painfully understood that there was nothing to talk about. And then intuitively blurted out something about a friend, as if the matter concerned only her alone. I caught a response interest: "Here it is, that line, which should go over the precipice." Andrew poured into the glass. Lena's cheeks flushed. But most importantly, Andrei has managed to maintain interest in the conversation. He ordered more wine. And unexpectedly suggested:

- And do not order us something light for a snack? Walk, so walk! Or are we not taking exams today?

Lena nodded impatiently and dug his eyes into him again, they say, go ahead, saying that there was talking about her friend. Andrew once again noted this, as if he was refining the route in an unknown forest.Illusionist and magician, topographer and suffering love - all in one person - it was he, a third-year student.

Appeared and a snack, and Andrew continued the illusion on the verge of collapse.

Then, when I remembered this meeting, Andrei understood what kind of nonsense he was carrying. It turns out that at the beginning of the conversation, he weakly hinted at some secret concerning her friend. Then he took the speech to the side. Then, somehow, by the way, he dropped the phrase that he was able to determine the character of women by his appearance, and noticed a new interest from Lena. Did he then know how women are fascinated by this, how they want to hear opinions about themselves? But Andrei never said anything definite then, but again took her attention away. Step by step, Andrew won the platform of mutual attention. And soon he grew bolder to the point that he argued with her: would she drink vodka or not? By that time, Lena's eyes gleamed, her cheeks burned, she leaned back in her chair.

When she agreed to drink a little vodka, for through this, too, the character of a person manifests itself, Andrei's heart leapt: “This is a victory! I drunk her. After vodka, the prelude will be over. While the waitress was fulfilling the order, Andrei’s soul sang:

Here so brush

Here so ruff.

The result was a brush!

Koli, brush, if that.

Stronger, faster

Prick the beauty!

Lena was drunk, so she sent the vodka into her cute mouth with the help of a real petty brew. Yes, she was drunk. And he also noted that. And mercilessly poured more. And further:

“That's it, it's time,” he said to himself.

Andrei helped Lena get dressed, they went out into the street. “Now we need to catch a taxi more quickly,” he thought, “until the frosty air cooled it.” But in vain he was worried, this third-year student. Lena was drunk tight.

In the taxi they got into the back seat. Lena immediately sat back. Andrew, still afraid, quietly called the address for the taxi driver. The car rushed in the evening Moscow.

People were rushing home from work, where a cozy apartment waited for them, a wife, if she is, and no, - so TV and a bachelor bottle of kefir with a poppy bun. Love, love, how have you changed in our age, how did you find yourself in a three-room apartment among unwashed dishes, among evil nagging toilet bowls and TVs. Oh, love! Silence and peace await lovers behind the concrete walls, doubled with the "Swedish wall", with the help of soft Persian carpets, which in former times were trod by dirty warrior boots or mistress waiting for her sweetheart:

In the dormitory Andrew deftly puffed up important old women-watchman. And the guys from his room quickly drove to the neighbors. So he did more than once. And this indicated that he was not a boy. Rather, on the contrary, he had many women. But all this was not the same - simple girls, even if they are well-versed in love joys. Lena was young. Immediately after school, she entered the university. "Schoolgirl," he called her. But she is from high society!

Andrew heard she had guys. But what can they do, these are equal to her in position - Moscow hlyupiki? "How can they compare with me? - So he thought about himself. - She still does not understand people"! And he understood. He was twenty-three years old. University entered after the army.

And Lena on his bed. Andrei carefully hung her expensive fur coat, a long, handmade scarf, hat on a hanger, and approached her. As he laid her on the bed, so she froze - disconnected from the outside world. Even drunk she was beautiful. And Andrew immediately seized the desire.

He pushed her against the wall, lay down next to him, began to undress and kiss. Kiss and undress. And there was nothing to fear of careless movements. Andrew got drunk from this liberty. He put warm reindeer boots on the floor, took off her woolen socks. For a moment he held her small fragile leg in her hand. At this time, the other hand felt in the dark button on the pants. Unzipped. Gently pulled the zipper.

Under the pants were legs with an incredibly smooth, ...