- The second week of drinking, bitch! Where only it climbs! - She indignantly shook the bucket into the garbage disposal and pulled out cigarettes with trembling hands. So, is still to talk ...

The poor Russian husband scored by her husband, whose only dream is to have a non-drinker! That “not from the house carried”, and on the contrary - “all in the house“. Then, there will be a simple woman's happiness.

- Would you throw it ... - I sluggishly advised me to say anything.

- Yes? Where can I go? Flat is his! He still bought a single. Who will take me with two children? And, in general, I look bad ...

Well, women are able to squeeze out compliments! After this - you do not want, but I must say.

- What are you talking about ?! You are still quite! ... Very much! ..

Am I a big fan? Tiny, with a nice figure and a beautiful, slightly protruding ass ... Discolour the hair to appear younger - drop the same tail after thirty. Big, gray eyes with an eternally frozen misery and a thin, slightly crooked, aristocratic nose. She works as a saleswoman in a kiosk. The owners are not Armenians, not Azerbaijanis ... Interestingly, they stick? Probably...

- True? Nothing? Or are you - just like that? ..

What is she talking about? Oh yes...

- Of course, nothing! If it were not for ... I would! ... - and I pretended that I could, at any moment, catch fire from passion, break out like a bunch of smokeless powder.

- If not ... - what? - she somehow quietly moved, invaded, the so-called "personal space", where self-respecting people allow only wives and mistresses.

- Well ... - I wanted to sit down on the battery, but it, like a blanket, was covered with a layer of dust, - Vitek ... neighbor ... I know him well ... uncomfortable ...

“It is inconvenient to kiss through glass,” Sveta said one of the sacramental phrases of Russian women, “let's go, I'll make you some coffee!”

She pulled up her tights right in front of my nose so that all the lower feminine charms turned out to be very boldly highlighted and, waving the trash can, like a Parisian fashionista with a crocodile handbag, without looking around, headed towards herself. In the two-room apartment of Svetlana and Vitka, as always, there was a mess.

- Look at this bug, - she opened the door to the room, - you can shoot from a cannon, you can not wake up!

On the crumpled pillow was a powerful head spouse. There was a quiet snoring, interspersed with whistles and "puffing."

- Snoring strongly? - for some reason I asked.

“Not so very ...” Svetka answered with concern and closed the door.

We went to the kitchen - the saloon of any small apartment. They didn’t even paint over the stains on the ceiling, and water flowed out of the tap in a thin stream, alluding over the months of a rusty trace.

- Now brew coffee, - Svetka again pulled the tights.

- Do you have a weak gum? - I could not resist and immediately added - just kidding, just kidding ...

“You can see for yourself,” she drew off the elastic so that black lace panties opened to my gaze.

- So ... - I had no choice but to try the ill-fated gum, - yes, no, it seems nothing ... On the contrary, it probably crushes ...

I shouldn't have said that. It was necessary to drink coffee, talk about the weather and leave. Svetka pulled off her leotard by half, lifted her blouse and showed me a waist with a thin gum trace, and at the same time high quality panties. Something in my heart stirred ... Maybe I really need to play pranks on the side - that ill-fated night will soon be forgotten? ..

- I am now ... change clothes. Sit down for a minute ... then make coffee, - she went to the room where one hundred twenty-kilogram Witek was resting.

Sitting down at a tiny kitchen table, I stupidly asked myself: is she going to seduce me? Probably...

- Yes, let go, infection! - suddenly heard from the room.

Here's your "on"! Is he asleep - “can you not wake the gun” ?! I woke up, and here - the naked wife ...

- Let me go ... you bastard ... we have guests, ”the woman wheezed, apparently fighting off with all her might. But where is she against the drunken bull? ..

What to do? Would take him for a fat nape, yes a muzzle about a wall! Oh battery! Do not force a woman, a nasal, even if it is your wife! Probably the most reasonable thing to leave. Awkward situation ... From the room, Vitka was breathing hard and the bed creaking. It is necessary to leave ... Otherwise - it will be inconvenient for everyone ... And, can pretend that you have not heard anything? Boil coffee ... Vaughn bank, coffee maker ... You supposedly changed something for a long time, I lost my job here ... And then I realized that I just didn’t want - for some reason I didn’t want - to go to my apartment. The apartment reminds ...

- Well, stop it quickly ... you bastard ... - Svetka's whisper came clearly.

So, she expects to come to me, as if nothing had happened? Drink coffee ... Interesting - she thinks that I should leave? Or sure you can’t hear anything? No, she is not such a fool ... Everyone knows what audibility in panel apartments.

- Feet higher ... - Vitek moaned.

And again:

- Well, quickly ... with ... us ... state ... ty ...

Obviously Sveta expects to catch me in the kitchen. Still uncomfortable ... "kissing through the glass!". Really - make coffee? I lit the gas and poured three spoons of top ground coffee in the Turk. The aroma pleasantly tickled my nostrils, but another smell was immediately remembered ... The back of my head itched. “You, when you scratch the back of your head, look like a dork,” Lenka said. From the room, Vitka wheezed, interspersed with moans. The dynamic load on the bed has increased incredibly. How it comes out - you need to pretend that nothing special ... And, by the way, and really - what is there about that? Husband - wife ... one Satan ... And if it were not for the husband and wife - so what? Would it be something special? Svetka, crumpled, disheveled and almost naked, flashed past the kitchen in an open short robe.

“Sorry,” came her muffled voice from the bathroom, “he has a hangover ... give me a woman!” And then ... sleeping again. Wait ... I am now.

Now she will do all the necessary procedures, and we will have a cup of coffee, - I turned off the gas, - it's just ready! And everything will be as usual. That's just to seduce me now it is unlikely to be ... Yes, and ... thank God! When Sveta appeared all in the same short robe, I poured coffee into cups, like a real one ... who? Bartender? Waiter? What is it? Fool, who instead of leaving? ..

“Now she will definitely sleep until morning,” the woman seemed completely uncomfortable with the piquancy of the situation.

I, trying to look calm, gesture invited her to the table. Before sitting down, Sveta looked at the kitchen mirror.

- I had to wash! Obmusolil all drunk beast! - the make-up was really absent, and this, oddly enough, gave the woman a childlike defenseless look.

The lack of "war paint" as if says - so what I really, without embellishment ... I do not splurge ... I do not embellish myself ... In general, Svetka’s immediacy was a little dumbfounded. Just now, her in the next room ... And - nothing! Or maybe it's me - a fool? I was embarrassed.

- What are you thinking? Drink coffee - cool! You kind of flushed slightly? Hot with us? It is necessary to open the window, and the woman, hitting me with a hard, hot thigh, reached for the window. Damn it! In addition to the robe on it was nothing! No, it's time to go home ... to yourself ... take a shower ... lie down in the bathroom ...

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