taxi: to sit on a jubilee sober, repeating the stupid phrase "driving" - has always been beyond my strength. The chef lived in a spacious two-story cottage, surrounded by a three-meter fence. From somewhere behind a brick barn, three or four dogs barking were heard, and the guards were at the gates of a gloomy look. Guests were greeted by the wife of the chief — an over-ripe lady, reeling from his last strength. She had a long nose and a very mobile face. If the actress Ani Girardot sticking a bigger nose - here will be the chief's wife Anna Arnoldovna. Evgeny Pavlovich, the hero of the occasion himself, seemed to me to be quite a pleasant person, not too spoiled by money. Solidity showed through, and in his figure, and in the manner of communication. Unfortunately, it was impossible to say the same about his son. The impudent gaze, the powerful clipped neck, two gold chains in a finger thick ... It often happens: the father is a normal man, he works, he earns, and his son is a playboy and macho man spends without shame. Another person immediately caught my attention - a security guard standing at the entrance to the hall where guests gathered. He ignored the men, and scolded the women with arrogant eyes. By the way, almost all the ladies were in long, one might say, ball gowns, only my Lena and two more young, always giggling girls, put on a mini. The rest of the guests - and there were at least fifty - sixty people - seemed to me the same person. Began in an American way: standing. I never liked to walk in the crowd with a glass. For some reason I always in such cases fear that I will be pushed and the glass will fall out of my hands. In this case - it cost. As a snack on the tables - somewhere near the wall, where it was impossible to get through - there were small sandwiches. Evgeny Pavlovich approached everyone, thanked him for honoring him, the old man, with attention. And my Lenuska even kissed the pen, which caused Anna Arnoldovna’s vinegar smile. And the son behind them smiled vilely. Then he walked over and introduced himself, casually sweaty my palm and glancing at Lenka with leering. Vova - that is exactly what he called himself, having become a brother, and maybe, as such, he also fell on the handle of my wife. Pulling off his hand, Lenka moved aside, and Vova again twisted his physiognomy in a grin.

“He bit me,” Lenka whispered, and I saw a bite mark on her hand.

- Stay closer to me, do not walk away, and everything will be fine - I already knew that it would not be good.

Anna Arnoldovna in a croaking voice invited everyone to another hall, where, to my joy, long tables were laid. That is - in Russian, I thought, and took my wife from the very end, away from the hero of the day, and from his son. The toasts followed one after the other, and somehow everything quickly kicked up. Despite the abundance of snacks, of which I tried not to miss a single one, my head was noisy. Lenka, it seems, also drank pretty.

“I want to dance,” she whispered in my ear in a capricious voice. “Well, when will the dances be?”

I carefully - as far as I managed to concentrate - looked at my wife. Her eyes glittered, a blush appeared on her cheeks, she often twisted her head, quickly looking at the guests. Everyone said something, and there was a general hubbub.

- Have a bite! - I put more sturgeon and lettuce.

- I do not want ... - Lenka pulled, - I want to dance ...

With displeasure, I noticed that she began what is called, shoot eyes, and often stopped looking at Vova, who was sprawled on a chair next to her father.

- Lena, can we leave? - I wanted so much to be home now!

- You chee? I must still show them all how I can dance! - Lenka was completely drunk.

To my horror, Anna Arnoldovna announced that whoever wants, can dance in the next room. There is already loud music played. Lenka, like many others, fell off the ground.

- Lena, wait! - I made my way between ladies' busts and tight male spins.

A certain red-haired lady, who considers herself young, grabbed my hand and silently dragged me to the next room. Actually, we could not talk in any case - the music silenced all other sounds. With difficulty, among the dancers, I found my wife with my eyes. So it is - she danced with Vowan. His rough paws unceremoniously rummaged on her back, waist, dropping lower and lower until they froze on her buttocks. Skirt her bullied, opening those same pictures, the possibility of the demonstration of which I have already mentioned. The slow dance was replaced by a fast one and I, slipping out of the arms of my over-ripe lady, rushed towards Lenka, but on the way the guard who did not like me suddenly appeared.

- Anna Arnoldovna invites you for a few words! He shouted into his ear. I looked around, but I could no longer find Lenka among the many dancers.

Anna Arnoldovna looked at my tie with displeasure.

“You’d follow your wife,” said Ani Girardeau's nose, she drank too much and now brazenly sticks to my son!

This I could not bear. Headlong rushed to the dance hall. Absolutely drunk Lenka in the formed circle danced with Vovan. I almost screamed in indignation, resentment, anger, hatred of this Vovan, but I noticed that the guard was spinning alongside, not letting me out of my sight. Lenka pressed herself against the reddening boom with her whole body, crawled along it, her skirt rode up almost to the very belly, revealing to the lustful eyes, standing by a circle of men, bare buttocks. Oh my God! Her panties were lying under her feet, and Vova, specially or not, but trampled them down. The audience shouted and applauded, Vovan smirked, Lenka laughed drunkenly, trying to clasp his partner's thigh. She rubbed herself in the most shameless way under the cheers of the crowd, wagging her ass and clasping Vovan's bull neck. They recognized me. The shouts were silent, a waiting silence reigned. Even the music, it seems, sounded quieter. Lenka turned around. Her lipstick was spread over her cheeks, and her drunken eyes were burning with overt lust.

- Honey, you're not jealous of me ?! - She shouted and hung on Vova's neck again.

I stood like an idol. The words are stuck somewhere on the way to the throat. Heavy ball never swallowed.

“Do not worry, bro,” the guard suddenly shuffled in my ear, “nothing terrible will happen.” We are experienced people. Let's take a little bit with your slut, and in the morning we will take her home in the best possible way.

I rushed to Lenka, but steel fingers, as if snapped a trap on my wrist.

- Do not twitch! She herself wants us! Do not you see that?

Us?! He told us. So ... So, there will be two or more of them ... How then ... The ghosts of the autumn night visibly stood before their eyes. General, Drin ... Everyone who raped my wife ... What makes these bulls better than those blatari? They, of course, are not new to having fun with whores, and Lenka today looked the most depraved of all those invited. By the way, I haven’t seen those two girlfriends in miniskirts for a long time. They must have been taken upstairs to the guest rooms a long time ago ... And now, behold, it was my wife's turn. My drunk wife. Yes, the alcohol woke the demons dormant for a while in it ... Vova, clasping Lenka by the waist, led her to the exit from the dance hall, and I was still held tightly by a security guard ... I got home in someone else's car. An elderly couple kindly offered a ride to the center. The husband did not drink - he was an ulcer and therefore could sit behind the wheel. And, behold, I was not an ulcer, and therefore I drank like all ... And did not follow my wife. Allowed to get drunk. And the demons from the depths of her soul crawled to the surface. And if you would keep track now? She would get drunk some other time and in another company ... The old woman constantly said something, and the old man’s eyes in the rearview mirror looked sad and sympathetic. He was sober, he saw everything and understood everything. Maybe his wife in his youth threw the fortes?

Lenka did not arrive in the morning. I did not find a place for myself. Had tried ... Read more →