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The doorbell rang, and Ksyusha went to open. Behind the threshold stood Yurok and Serega. Andrew, hearing their voices, went to meet his friends.
- Oh, what kind of people came!
- Yes, we actually about the garage ... Come on, we'll discuss everything there.
Andrei was intrigued by the words of his friends and, telling Ksyusha that he was leaving, went with them, throwing on a leather jacket hanging on a hanger. Near the entrance stood Moskvich, in which the guys deftly jumped.
- Well? He asked, sitting in the back seat.
- Andrei, you do not want to rent or sell your old garage?
- What for?
- Yurok bought the car, put nowhere.
- Which one?
- Well ... not really a car ... In general, Zaporozhets.
Andrew was alert.
- Orange, with a box from the combine and seats from the K-700?
- Exactly! Did you see him?
- Who sold it to you?
- Businessman Yegor Irbe.
- Maybe you misheard? Is that right?
- One hundred pounds, definitely, here is his business card.
Andrei looked at her.
- “Egor Irbe. The official distributor of the company Fast Privatization "Hmm. Okay, consider that your garage, carry money, they will put you anyway. I am a lawyer for them to hire you, Yurok.
They drove into the underground complex and stopped near their garages. Andrei entered his garage and was horrified, he clearly needed repairs, but Yurok immediately rejected any delays. His decision to get him in a week was hard. They sat, remembered the old days, drank beer. Once, such gatherings were common, a rare day without a garage and beer. Finally, the guys said that it was time for them, and they were ready to give him a lift home, but Andrei did not want to go anywhere. He said that he would get to the house himself, but for now he would sit and see what he should take from his belongings. Left alone, he began to examine objects already familiar to him. He looked at the old keys, punched piston from Minsk, which he was too lazy to throw out. On the floor was scattered every little thing, cables, some light bulbs and other motorcycle lobuda. On the mezzanine Andrei found two helmets, the third, the nicest, he left in the village. “Sorry, you had to pick it up,” thought the rocker. That helmet was in his ceremonial, he traveled there only on special occasions, the rest he called "normal" and "siphozny". Andrei put on a normal helmet and sat down not at the workbench. His head was spinning terribly from the accepted dose of beer, and he tried to imagine himself racing in Java. While he was presenting this, he remembered that she, too, remained in the village. This angered him a little. Then he imagined how he was racing to Java to the village in order to take his Java there and return from there on his real Java. As usual, Andrei was driving very fast, the wind was burning his face, the roadside dust blinded his eyes. When Andrei drove past the traffic police post, they tried to stop him, but he ignored the traffic cop’s signal and added more gas. The traffic police rushed after him in pursuit. Andrew looked back, the cops sped on two BMW motorcycles.The speed was increasing. Dashing rocker looked back again, the cops were approaching. There was a sharp turn ahead, and Andrey hardly fit into it, having flown to the side of the road and leaving behind a huge plume of dust. “So they need it !!” the motorcyclist thought hotly. The roar of the overtaking motorcycles increased, suddenly a blow to the back made the intruder turn around. “We caught up !!” One of the cops tried to grab Andryukha by the sleeve, but he twisted. Forces to escape no more. It was useless to wind up, and he smoothly slowed down, expecting a cruel death, a trial, a lynching, an electric chair with the laughing guards of an impregnable prison. Andrew helplessly put his head on the steering wheel ... Someone gently stroked his head.
- Dryusha, I came, do not you remember me?
- BUT!! Go away, now we are ... - Andrew wiped sweat from his forehead, - oh, it's you, the girl who, because of her shoe, almost nibbled at me while kissing ...
- She is the one, and you, I see, have completely strayed from my hands, you sleep here, you see. It's late, it's time to go home.
- Sorry, did you wake me up for a long time?
- Not really, not yet hungry. Take off your helmet, and in general, how are you now?
- Oh ... It's a long story.
- I have nowhere to hurry, I will suffer.
“Okay, I’m short.”
Andrew, during the last twenty minutes, “briefly” described the events that happened to him in the last few months. During this time, Olya managed to laugh heartily, and bit a bitter tears a bit. Her facial expression was more visual than any sign language translation, it was a clear indicator of mood, which varied with her depending on Andrew words. When the story was over, Olya sat in silence for a long time, looking at Andryukha falling asleep again. She was completely immobile, as if all her organs were rushing to the brain at this moment in order to somehow help him to digest what he heard. Fifteen minutes later, waking the interlocutor, she told him, removing his helmet from his head.
- What a fool!
- Like this? I'm good, you told me that myself, I remember!
- Well ... that was then, and this is now. You have changed. You know, there is such a saying “If you get married in May, you will be in trouble all your life.” This is about you, “good” you are mine, especially since you are going to marry, not especially for love, and even in May!
- But in the registry office there was no queue, we submitted an application, and in ten days it is already possible to hold the ceremony.
- Yeah, of course, there are no more fools ... - looking at the ceiling, said Olya.
Andrei was perplexed and did not know what to oppose to an educated girl.
- These are all pure sayings, they do not need to be believed, though ...
- First of all !! Doubts! Dryush, I do not wish you evil, but I really want you to be happy. You go against the heart, but by the will of common sense. Knowing you as yourself, I am afraid that you will not be fully happy. You are not like that, it has always been important for you that there is some kind of special, true love, and you can truly love without sparing yourself and, not my opinion, you deserve the same. Don't fall asleep, I'm telling you the business, ”she pinched his shoulder,“ listen to me carefully. You yourself believe, can Ksusha give you all this? You described her, of course, as a kind and decent girl, but this does not mean anything. Remember us with you. At first, too, it was all like. We bathed in feelings, made some fantastic plans, but levity and, how to say it, familiarity, perhaps, destroyed our feelings. Remember, in the end, I have already met with another, you, too, rocked anywhere. We are just tired of each other, and there is no trouble in this, we just gave each other two years of love. But marriage is a thing for life, think about who can love you, idolize, give all of yourself for ... Read more →