“The winners of our contest show, the owners of the best restaurant, cafe or bar, as well as ten winners, will receive a cash reward and the opportunity to start their own business in any European capital,” said the pretty presenter from the screen of a poor TV.

- To give her a sweep of a bit, so as not to chew on, - said Tanya in a low voice. She watched a TV show, comfortably lay down with her big and elastic chest on the stand of the place, which the visitors called an eatery, and the owner of a restaurant.

“You would just like to go to one of the European capitals,” coolly, with your Baltic accent, moderated companion Ain's malice ... —and you're angry.

For several years now, two friends have opened and successfully maintained a roadside cafe on the highway, along which dozens of tourist buses and hundreds of trucks rolled from Russia to the Baltic States and back every day. For a long time already they had regular customers, who specifically slowed down to eat "the girls." But any road cad and lover to indulge with the fact that he is a man, had to remember, two friends, Russian and Latvian, can always stand up for themselves. They are not men that did not complain, a couple of chauffeurs they liked could have been warmed up for the night, but they always made the choice themselves. The drivers said that the girls might not be bored and in the absence of male affection, the elastic Tannins of the form and the grace of the slender Aina were very good. Perhaps the two girls living together also have time to appreciate the beauty of each other.

“I want to, of course,” said Tanya, just as quietly, but aggressively, as if she had been asked about some innermost urgent desires ... - and you, what, no, or what?

“I, too,” Aina sighed, looking as it dazzled on the screen, spreading the logo of the show that has become popular in recent years. More than once it was thought that all this is a hoax, that everything there on television was decided in advance. Here they have a restaurant, why be modest, and equipped to a higher class, and eat, and rest a lot, unless of course you don’t climb up to Tanka, then don’t seek it, grab it, and it’s good if you put a mount between your knee. But in general, visitors are satisfied. And where are these reporters, where at least the opportunity to show customer care on a wide screen.

“You have a visitor there, waiting,” she reminded her. Tanya just snorted ...

- A visitor ... - did you see his car? How did he get here, it is not clear. And you want to read the order? Boil milk, crackers.

“Stomach,” Aina summarized briefly, looking at the wretched accounting-looking man who kept looking at her watch, then wiped her glasses, but did not even dare to look towards the counter, was not very visible, she kindly received his order from Tanya ... - maybe he cook oatmeal?

- Scrambled eggs with ham he can not! - Tanya nodded ... - With such health, do not run along the highway, but sit at home.

She disappeared into the kitchen and emerged from there with a look of extreme disgust, carrying a steaming glass of milk and a dipper, where three boiled eggs rolled in warm water. Aina looked at her with sympathy. When the last time a friend picked up two truckers with a carriage train, Tanya was not lucky with a partner. Calm Aina, knowing about the sadomasochistic inclinations of her friend, could only sympathize with her when, after a night filled mostly with Tankin’s screams from the next room, she found her business colleague lying on her bed in the morning.

“I didn’t finish it,” Tanka answered gloomily to an unasked question ... “She only bit her lips, but didn’t finish.” How they beat me ... - she sang, closing her eyes, she said.

Aina sat on the bed and put her hand on Tanya’s shoulder, she wanted to comfort ...

- Do not, - she growled, - and so it hurts me.

All two days after that, she went grim, glancing at male visitors with a look that those too had to get something sick.

I hope, thought Aina, the sight of a suffering ventricle will comfort the poor thing.

- Well, what is it! - Suddenly there was a voice in an empty cafe. A boring, raspy voice, which in this cafe, in general, did not happen. Usually, they drove through the smoked throats of a drove, Tankin loudly sounded loudly, if you're lucky, the tourists called out. But this type, voiced, as if taken out of patience ... - Hey, wait!

She is already going to the counter, froze. On her face, it was written ... "Kill, goat!". “Easy, Tan!” - the older friend answered her with a look. She has depicted a smile on duty on her face and turned to the client, who, as is known, is always right.

- What have you brought me?

- What did you ask for, - Tanya answered measuredly, having rocked her breast ... - that is what I brought. Milk and eggs. Crackers will be now.

“I asked you,” the client finished. In one hand he had a teaspoon, in the other a peeled egg at the end ... - I asked you to make a soft boil! I told you how much to cook them, no more than three minutes! Well, I need soft-boiled eggs, and you are cool to me ...

Shaking her hips, Tanya approached the table. Aina had a mischievous thought, but she immediately chased her away. Perhaps it will be too much even for Tanya. But then she heard her voice ...

- Maybe I did not understand you? - Tatiana said with suspicious and threatening politeness ... - Maybe I mixed up, then I apologize, of course. So you say you need soft-boiled eggs?

“Well, yes,” the accountant shouted, finally rubbing his glasses and pinning them on his nose ... “Softly so that they were ...”

“Do not worry,” said Tanya, and completely shielded the puny client from the glance of Aina with her rather big figure ... “Now I will do everything for you in the best possible way.” Soft-boiled, mean?

Aina saw how Tanya sharply bent down and there was a sound, or rather a characteristic combination ... a soft thud, and a squeezed sigh or a scream of a male voice. Apparently out of compassion for a wretched opponent, Tanka beat her hand, not with her knee.

When Aina came out from behind the bar, and coming up, she saw the client again, he was still sitting at the table, or rather, laid his chin on him, knocking over a glass of milk, it poured down, on the visitor's shoes, and on his hands. squeezed himself under the table with all his might. At the same time, he constantly looked from under his twisted glasses at Tanka, who stood above him with a circle of one hundred bust, and mockingly looked sympathetically interested ...

- Well, now softly?

From the half-open mouth of the unfortunate accountant did not escape a sound, he just nodded slightly, not taking his eyes off Tanka.

- Anything else? Can repeat?

“Nah,” the man gasped out.

- Are you satisfied with our service? - with a smile addressed to the approaching Aine, Tanya continued. - Well then, if you do not mind, I will go, I still have things to do. - and, still shaking her hips, as if there were about twenty admired men in the hall, went behind the bar, where she triumphantly cleared her prize chest on the bar and stared at the TV.

Aina sat down at the table of the victim, who had just gained the ability to breathe and now exhaled the air, in short, sniff-like portions.

“I understand,” Aina said softly, “it hurts you.” But I'm afraid you are to blame. And now you had better go. And do not try to complain if you do not want to laugh at you.

The man groaned something painfully, apparently tried to remove his hands or to open his knees, but could not ...

“And my advice to you for the future,” continued the Latvian, “learn to better understand women.” Although it is for you ...