... The rhythm of the bus is changing, and I wake up after three hours with a surprisingly restful sleep. “Silikoid did not show human emotions - a sure sign that he had enough real experiences” (c) Lukyanenko, “Line of Dreams”. Okay, silikoida kamenyuky remained on the Basics planets, and we obviously “moor” - a hefty bus as a steamer grinds to the side of the road, the carrier opens the doors and the people move to the exit. I jump from the footboard, I step aside. During the journey, it never warmed up, the sun is shining, but in the puddles there is a crust of ice, in some places already cracked by hurried soles. I am strangely calm - I decided to zakosit under the silikoid? However, I know how long my calm will last - until I crawl out of the ground at your station. Although no, the thought of a tele-background is already stirring - while in the head, but the heart is also twitching in a different rhythm. I enter the subway, buy a dozen tokens of both types - green and transparent and small brown ones, I go to the phone. I remember the number, but just in case I check the book - I don’t even know the voice, so all hope for MGTS ... Finally, the handset is rising on that side. Female voice (already good). Young (or it seems? Ok, seven troubles - one hang-off). I ask you - "This is me" "And this is me." Day and time are specified - but still there is some kind of uncertainty - are they waiting for me and waiting for me at all? But the joy and warmth of “Max ?!” that cut through the voice beat the insecurity in the bud. We quickly negotiate where we meet, almost nothing is heard (for which only money is taken, bastards), but clearly and so - near the subway. I do not remember how at your station (and were I there at all?), But the reference points are set, then I will find it. Finally, you say "I have a surprise" and hang up. I turn into the “Moscow regime” and at the border of the people’s flow (this is faster, and what is pushed is not glass), I rush to the station, push in the door. At the same time, I still have that kind - a wandering smile on my lips, and I shine - even the light goes out. Well, figs with him, let them look askance. Ride decently, and thoughts all run in a circle, what kind of a surprise, the paranoid brain tries to wrap everything up in all sorts of dirty tricks and dangers, although it was not at all sensed by this tone. Knowing in advance that I won’t think of anything, and if I’ll think of something, I won’t guess, nevertheless I jump from the unlikely guesses to something quite incredible and further to the fact that I don’t enter any gate at all ...

Ta-a-ak, now the silicoid has evaporated completely. Heart pounding so that even under the jacket, it seems, can be seen. I try to restrain him with a little bit of correct breathing, but - the body spat on all efforts - I rise from the ground, the distance between us is measured by hundreds of meters ... Or maybe even less - and I’ve already scanned through the eyes of all the girls, vochek and, it seems, even grandmothers a little above average height ... So, the output is already somewhere nearby ... I try to "smell my gut", but as always in such cases, the gut is silent, like a fish about ice ... So coat and hat! My heart is twitching completely uncivilized, but there is black hair under the hat ... I laugh to myself (there’s already a completely moronic smile on my face, and I’ve left her round up - returns like a hungry spring mosquito), and my head still looks like a good ship locator, just that it does not rotate around the axis. So, again, a hat, hair ... eyes ... oh well? Eyes change expression and smile ... damn, do I have the same? Well, figs with her! I almost do not jump forward, but just opposite I shorten the step, my pa-rahnoya finally bucks - “maybe it’s not she at all ...” Yeah, not she, how can ... = ;-) Your eyes also look to icon, they are trying hard to read either the name or the address, or rather, to make sure ... Yes, I am, I, who still have to wander around with the Tula fidosh icon! We stop at half a meter, a moment of confusion, inevitable and even something pleasant ... if you do not pull it ... The tongue stuck clean, or rather, he tries to push out some kind of deafness ... Slaughter ... A thought doesn't even flicker - she seems to have been living for a long time - I stretch my hand like it used to be (how long, it seems like a year ago) I described and touch your shoulder, I lead below, past (well, not quite and past = ;-)) a rounded bulge, to the belt. You also recollect that letter, and I don’t have time to bring the hand, the hand itself moves back along the waist - because half a meter between us has disappeared somewhere ... Of course, it’s clear where - in two sync half steps, we encounter and unexpectedly (although why unexpectedly? = ;-) strongly cling to each other. I looked into your eyes, I did not see them, but I imagined so many times that it even seemed that they had changed. They, of course, did not change, I imagined them incorrectly ... However, the real ones turned out to be even better - I didn’t have the nerve to make them so luminous ... You barely lift your lips, I see it and I know what it means, but strange inhibition again presses me down ... Wow, I thought I got rid of it a long time ago ... I have to almost bark at myself, I reach out, and the first kiss comes out a little awkward. However, we immediately correct this mistake. Passers-by have not yet lined up in a semicircle, watch the presentation? Little did not have time, but they are already squinting. We split up, I try to take your arm, but you take my palm, your fingers intertwine and we squeeze each other's palms, as if we are going to argue for the title of arm wrestling champions. You pull in the direction of the subway, I am passingly surprised, but you slyly look askance and say “and now - a surprise! I found an apartment. For the whole weekend. ” I want to pick you up in my arms, but we are already pouring into the narrow doors with the crowd and stopping here simply will not work - will they make it or will it be completely trampled. But it doesn’t matter, we’ll still be in time - now I know it for sure, and a little bit of shizo from this knowledge.

We are going almost silently - I really want to say something, but the words have wandered off somewhere, at the corners ... Hmm, someone boasted of talkativeness ... They both boasted ... Two boots - a pair? Then I just keep quiet - keep quiet next to you. Can you be silent? It seems to work - you stop talking, you stop explaining whose apartment it is and why we are so lucky ... We keep quiet, smoothing each other’s palms with our palms, heart pounding so that even breathing is interrupted ... The people in the car are decent, and we press close, surprising anyone. Although no, there's some youngster looking at us. For some reason she smiles - she angrily turns away. Well, the person has been offended - maybe her bummer is fresh, and we are here ... But we cannot, we waited for this meeting, probably, longer than this entire half-child bummer lasted ... With all the previous love .. .

You stand a little sideways, my lips almost touch your cheek. Why is this "almost"? I move a little forward and do not even kiss, but just touch you with my lips. You make a cat's movement, it seems, even you murmur, but behind the crash in the tunnel you can't hear it ...

... We enter the elevator. Well, this place is the most classic, and we both know it. You are our-ryva hand button, and the face is already turned to me. Finally, the doors clang and we are pressed to each other. Under the dim light bulb, your eyes gleam with green sorcerer-fire, but I don’t have time to see them - you rub your lips over your lips and close your eyes. I look at your face - I really have not seen it yet! You open your lips a little, you wait - and I reach for you, take your lips with my own, my hands rise higher on your back, you lean back on them, and I hold you, feeling the elastic bend of your body through the clothes. You hold your hips and legs, your hands embrace me, and our lips continue to struggle, or dance, unable to stop even for a moment to catch the air. Serdtse stubbornly climbs to the throat, shakes me, and I feel like you just tremble ...

The elevator slows down, we hardly break away from each other. Your eyes are completely crazy, your chest is rising, naughty ...