Everything was fine until ... THEY didn’t appear. Six shaved guys in two cars ... From that day, from that night, Lenka became another ... We never talked about what happened ... But she became another ... We, having got out together in nature, were grilling shashlyk , they sang songs while ... Lenka especially liked the song of Nikitins about the arba. Like spouses, like us, they traveled around the Chingan mountains ... On a donkey with a star in the forehead. We are in a car, on a nine ... Yes, and we went not to the mountains - just to the woods, to barbecues ... To spend the night, breathe in the autumn freshness, listen, maybe there is a roar of cranes ... For some reason, Lenka thought that she would hear flying away cranes ... But I heard another ... Mat ... Talking "on a hairdryer" ... Having heard it ... And not only ... What happened in that evening and night is difficult to convey in words. How can I talk about my feelings when I realized that something THEY had come up for would happen? ... There are only two ways - to die or accept a hero, even to pretend that you don't care ... What is it for us - The usual thing. Swing and all that ...

Did Lenka have men besides me? Or those who famously taxied to our campfire on two foreign cars - this is the first betrayal in her life? And is it possible to call cheating what happened? Sometimes it seemed to me that a beautiful wife had someone ... Delays at work, the smell of light wine, a reluctance to make love after “preparing a report.” But after all, hell, the chief accountant of a fairly large firm, is really forced to often linger at work! ... Reports - nobody canceled them ... Too often? And the circles under the eyes, and the mysterious, languid, glance of a jaded woman ... I wanted to think that melting numbers in front of my eyes could really tire a person so much that after a long day of work, you need to soak an hour and a half in the bathroom ... It is her unwillingness to talk about her boss and colleagues ... Mysterious mention of some woman's gossip ... Urgent calls to work at the weekend ... Late arrivals in the car of the chief, the smell of brandy, light cigarettes and something else - a stranger and acquaintance ...

No, I did not want to know anything! My fellow student, an old friend who works at the same company, wanted to tell something and did not dare ... I tried to make sure that he did not dare ... Why should I listen to "woman's gossip"? After all, I loved my little slim Lenuska so much! I loved her mysterious dark eyes, her small breasts, not hanging at all after giving birth, her strong, rounded ass ... Once I noticed on her - on the right and left buttocks - small bruises ... Lenka was embarrassed for a long time spinning in front of the mirror, then she told how an old chair had turned up under it ... I struggled with the desire as much as I could. Gave the opportunity to tell a fairy tale ... An erection caused pain ... Embarrassment, almost girlish shame, obviously hastily invented, childishly naive story ... I did not feel such pleasure for a long time! It seemed that her own lies had also aroused her. But, rather, not even a lie, but the fact that I understood everything ... Yes, my ideal wife was not a modest woman. But, after all, I used to play it up on the side ... Irina, Anna, Marinka ... There was even an elderly, but because of all the forces, a young person — Lyudmila Borisovna — the friend of my boss. I still remember the smell of her sweat and strong perfume. Lenka then sniffed for a long time, but said nothing ... My late arrival was taken for granted. We drank coffee and quietly went to sleep. These are her favorite cups of coffee before bed! ..

I had to imitate terrible fatigue. However, I was really tired then ... Lyudmila Borisovna turned out to be such an inventor ... After that weekend, the headmaster, Svetlana, began looking at me with interest. A well-known thing - friends share their impressions, and I tried that evening! Svetlana - just like that, without a middle name, in American style, as she demanded to call her - once we decided, and we However, my story is not about that ...

Subconsciously, I'm trying to distract, go to another topic. We are all trying to keep silent about many things ... Or tell each other tales ... Are we afraid to take off rose-colored glasses? Why didn't Lenka give me a scandal when I smelled the sweat of an actively copulating woman ?! Why did I obediently swallow a tale about a broken chair - only incredibly excited? What makes people resort to lies even when it is certain that no one will believe? A certain relationship ritual? The manner of behavior that appeared in the Stone Age - people did not speak the truth, otherwise they simply could not live in a flock? ... And without a pack, death. Start me and Lenka in those days to sort things out - where would the stereotype lead us? Divorce after recriminations, screams and hysterics? No, no ... a lie to the rescue ... it was not in vain.

Skinheads cheekily sat down at our campfire. They were almost all young - no more than twenty-five. From the height of my thirty-seven and Lenkin thirty-two - boys. The leader, however, was older. Perhaps my peer. Thin, with a sharp, wolfish look, it looks like a tubercle ... He was coughing all the time ... The other five are just bychars with powerful nicks and insolent eyes.

- Rest? - asked the leader, covering us with a quick glance, - do you mind if we join?

It was pointless to object. They have already joined. All six in free poses sat around. One careless movement pushed a hatchet towards him - our only weapon ...

“I respond to the General,” the gangster continued coughing, “and this,” he began to poke a finger, “Stas, Bag, Drin ... - some other names ...”

Lenkin pupils were all iris - solid black. She looked at me perplexedly, while skinhead bulls openly stripped her with looks. She could not ignore this ... Could not help but guess about the intentions of the bandits ...

- My name is Alexey, - I said as calmly as possible, - this is my wife Lena.

For a moment in the evil eyes of the leader flashed a cheerful sparkle.

“Wife, means? ...” one of the bulls cast his vote.

Then, catching General’s gaze, he stopped talking and began to concentrate opening the bottles. They threw a whole bunch of bottles on our makeshift tablecloth. Vodka, cognac, wine ... The second pile is a snack: imported, expensive canned goods, smoked sausage, pork, ham ... all this in a neat package. I stupidly watched the bulls "set the table." Everyone had a leather jacket sticking out to their left ... A brown macaron handle flashed ... To die, but not to allow? Funny and pointless. Try to snatch a pistol from one of them, as the characters in the movies do? They break the hand jokingly ... The General, looking intently at my wife, held out a full glass of cognac. There was an awkward pause.

- Yes, I ... do not drink so much ... - Lenka said plaintively, - I ... a little bit ...

But the leader continued to hold the glass. Silently. The bulls also subsided.

- Yes, she almost does not drink, - I tried to defuse the atmosphere, - so I can slam and glass!

One of the guys, it seems the one who was introduced as Drina, immediately poured me to the brim. General's predatory eyes darkened. He did not lower the glass.

- Well, take it! - I threw Lenka, - really does not see, stupid? ... - as much as you can - drink it!

She took the glass with a shaking hand. Bulls zagomonili. Each has already been poured. Under the gaze of the leader, Lenka drank the whole glass. Snacked together. My wife and I finished our cooled kebabs ...

“Do not be shy,” the General threw in with a grin, pointing to the abundant grub.

- For everything is patched! - neighing one of the bandits.

- Will be! - significantly ...