For half an hour Vitalik tried to open a preserved jar of canned food. At the sound of an opener hitting the tin, a round face hung from the top shelf ...

- Oh, how bad one dinner!

Five minutes later, the table was served with homemade delicacies ... potatoes with onions, chicken with garlic, patties with cabbage, fruit-juice mint ...

- Eh, now I would have wine for complete happiness! - dream tidy.

- Get it?

- Yes, they do not sell. I already asked.

- Well, maybe someone does not sell ... - Vitalik resolutely left the compartment, headed towards the dining car. Towards him, cursing, two guys passed through the carriage ...

- Well, I tell you what I'm saying ... closed. You see, closed ...

- Are you not talking about a restaurant?

- About him, of course!

- And you do not know where you can buy here ...

- “Purchase!” You should have with you!

Vitaly was not going to part with the thought of satisfying the desires of his young fellow travelers. Remembering the stories of his partner on the steering wheel, he decided to track down the conductor. The conductor turned out to be a boy of twenty, with an avid expression on his face. Exactly what is needed! For the top ten a fortified was acquired, for another fifteen - “real Armenian three stars” in case it turns out to be small.

Chubby greeted him with glee. So in antiquity, in the depths of the cave, we met a man who had driven a mammoth.

- Oh, and we have not met! My name is Vera, she is Olya, and you?

- Me - Vitaly. You can on "you."

“We should drink this to the brotherhood”, she poured the last drops of wine into glasses.

“I won't,” Olga said for the first time. She drank wine along with everyone, flushed, but continued to play in touchy.

- And we will! True, Vitali?

- True!

They crossed their arms and drank. Vera gladly reached out for Vitaly with her puffy lips.

To tell the truth, he would prefer Olga among them. She was in his taste ... a chiseled figure, brown hair, slightly slanted eyes ... Vera, of course, was too fat. Her heavy breasts, nipples bursting with fitting dress, would be suitable for a woman who had already given birth to a maturing woman, but clearly not for a female teacher of sixteen years. However, it was not necessary to choose. They had only one night ahead. Early in the morning, at the beginning of the sixth girls, they will land on the squatting platform of the Neobebinsky railway station, and they will go into the life of an adult, independent ...

- Vital, and Vital? Come on, I want to go out with you, - Vera distracted him from the thoughts that filled his head, which became a bit tipsy.

- Listen, look, such a thing ... - she whispered, being one on one with Vitalik in the corridor ... In short, Olga was thrown by a guy just before leaving. Right in front of her ... with a classmate, you know? Here you go. It would be nice if you somehow reassured her. Well, there, pohahozhival, priristavat. To make it seem like someone needs her. Do you understand?

- Understand. Only time is eight hours with you. What will I have time?

“Well, what can you have there ... I won't get anywhere from you,” she clung to Vitalik with her buffers, literally dug into her lips.

- Let's go!

Olga sat by the window, trying to see in the coming darkness the outlines of villages passing by. Vera sat down beside him, Vitalik sat opposite.

- Well, what, we will sit-grieve, sadness, longing to make money? I have cards with me. In the "fool" can you?

Acne knew how. Under the distribution, he managed to open and pour out “three stars”. Olga at the beginning wanted to resist, but then, apparently, curiosity got the better of her, and she decided to drink along with everyone ...

- Strip! - Vera continued to wind up.

- Well no! So did not agree! Has distributed, and now you speak ... So it is not fair! - Olga threw the cards on the table, but the efforts of a friend they were returned to her hands. Cognac began to act.

What are you, girlfriend! This is not Vitaly us, and we will quickly undress him now!

The first three parties gave Olga optimism.Acne was without a sweater and suspenders, Vera removed the cravat. But then something for the girls went wrong. Chauffeur training helped Vitalik. An hour later, both sat in their underwear, alternately losing their belongings on the losses. However, the excitement and cognac have both knocked on the head.

- What else? Then hand it out, you fool!

This time, she lost Olya again. Of her clothes were only panties and a bra. She did not hesitate for a long time, and the bra was thrown on the table to the winner. Now she sat, shyly covering her hand ...

- Well, got yours? Satisfied? I don't play anymore.

- Like this? You still have something to shoot! Now just wait a minute, I'll run away and we'll do it ...

They were left alone. Olga hid in a corner and tried not to look at Vitalik. Dressing would be stupid, sitting naked was even more stupid. Acne decided to act ...

- Have you ever been told that you are beautiful?

He moved to the place vacated after Vera, tried to kiss the shoulder. She is not strong, but resisted this ...

- Sorry, I'll get dressed ...

- Maybe not? - he continued to kiss her bare shoulders, neck, helping his hands to release the covered girl's breasts.

She jerked harder ...

“If you don't stop, I'll scream.”

He did not insist. When Vera returned, who apparently was not in a hurry on purpose, they were sitting on opposite sides of the table. Olga managed to get dressed.

Well ... How are you bored here ...

But Vera, as an experienced party fighter, did not dwell on what happened. After a minute, she crackled, talking about her adventures in the village unknown to Vitalik with the strange name Fart. Awkwardness was settled, Olga began to laugh with everyone. Pro, by the way, Vera asked that it was sticking out so mysteriously from Vitalik's sports bag. At the same time, she casually touched his leg, from which it could be concluded that she was disturbed by the protruding object, but only he was not in the bag, but in Vitalik in the pants. Acne did not understand the hint and honestly told them that he was taking a new hunting rifle with him, that he was an avid hunter and so on. This was not interesting for Vera, Olga began to yawn, and Vitalik decided that he would have enough from him for today. I settled right in what was on the bottom shelf and in a few minutes snored.

She awoke to knock on the door. My head was spinning unpleasantly from what I had drunk the day before. Girls came to work, congratulated on the last birthday of the week. She had a cold, she had been at home for the tenth day, and the illness did not go away.

- Yes, I'm coming, I'm coming! - removed the chain, opened the door, - Zakharovna, what is it difficult for you to call? I almost knocked the door with my knocks!

- Yes, the call does not work for you! I, tea, not from the village, know where to press something! - Zakharovna looked somewhere sideways, was going with the spirit. For a moment, their eyes met ...

- What happened, Aunt Sveta? She almost screamed.

- There ... Well, in general, your dog was killed, it seems ...

- Where exactly?

- At the entrance, on the grass lies. It seems to be still breathing, but the face no longer raises ...

She no longer heard the last words of a neighbor, ran, in what was, up the stairs. Fourth, third, second, first ... The bright morning sun blinded her, she looked around. On the right of the entrance were jostled onlookers.

- Look look! Ran to her, - pushed his friend under the elbow of a fat boy from the tenth house.

- Let go!

They missed her. He, so big and strong, lay helpless on his back. He really was still alive, breathing heavily and even tried to open his eyes. She rushed to him, ignoring the smiles of her neighbors.

- My dear, well, please hold on! Well, I beg you! - she wrapped her arms around his neck. His eyes opened, silent tears stood in them. His coat was almost all covered in blood, it was caked, soaked with yard sand. In everything, the proximity of death was already felt.

- Has anyone called an ambulance?

- Ambulance? Dog?

He died in her arms.People were discussing it, someone was telling the details, that, they say, he had seen a big guy with a shotgun since morning ... And did not cry. Only the face became as if stone.

June 2004