There was a presentation. As always, there were a lot of people in the hall who had nothing to do with business. Such events are well known to me and I, turning a little around, got ready to leave, because it was immediately clear that our company didn’t care about these latter-day dealers. Already by the way everything was arranged, it was felt that the partners were trying to throw dust into the eyes of each other and those around them. Such "offices" arise and burst in our time like soap bubbles.

I head for the door and then meet Mishka 3Elman, who enters the hall with some girl. I know the bear for a long time, a sly one, which I should look for, and I see a girl for the first time, but I immediately determine that she is a foreigner. She is somewhere under 30, tall, blonde, in a dark blue long evening dress with a slit in the hip.

Bear smiled, we greeted and he presented his lady to me:

- Frau Gertrude Dietz - economic adviser from Germany. - I nodded to Frau, and Mishka quietly adds to me: - The second day we and in Russian almost do not understand a damn thing.

We went to the table. The German, having seen champagne, quickened, and we drank. Then Mishka took me aside and pleadingly says: - Help me out, be a friend. This frau was imposed on me so that I could introduce her to the right people, and I have an urgent matter. I can not drag her along. Take her away!

- What am I going to do with her?

- Take her to the hotel. Well, show Moscow a little there ... She really wants to see Moscow, we have never been. Rent it on the Garden ... You see, it breaks down here ... Leave me alone, you will not leave her alone!

Bear - the right person. I looked at the German, at the clock, cursed to myself, and agreed to save Mishka from an unnecessary burden. We returned to the bored German woman. Mishka introduced me to her in English as a respectable entrepreneur and, saying: “Aufiderzein,” quickly disappeared.

I still speak English somehow, but in German - not a boom-boom. Frau turns his head, smiles, examines the public, and I stand next to him and think, what should I do with her? I decided to follow Mishkin’s advice and invite her to the exit:

- Bitte ... Pliz ... Lets Go ...

The German woman nods knowingly, and together we politely stamp the wardrobe. There, I delicately help her put on a fur coat, and we go outside.

“You won’t si Moscow?” - I ask the German. - I, I ... Wanted, - responds and joyfully

smiles as if I am going to give the Kremlin star to her.

We wrapped the corner around the parking lot, I opened my Opel, and roundly invited the German woman into the car. She sits down next to us and we go. I understand that the passenger must somehow entertain, show, tell, but the language barrier interferes. I sometimes in English, then in Russian, throw individual phrases, try to show something to her, and she smiles, nods her head, and everyone is pleased. In the car it is warm, she opened her fur coat and shines her bare knee. In appearance, one cannot say that it is a beauty, but there is something attractive in it. Probably because a foreigner.

We made a circle in the Garden, I turn to Tverskaya and ask a German woman about the hotel in order to take her there. And she told me:

- Niht hotel ..., - - and let's explain that he wants to talk with me on business issues. It can be seen, really decided that I am the person she needs. So at least I understood. Does not want, then, time to waste. And what can be communication? First, the evening, and secondly, what business should I talk to her about? I don’t even know what interests her and why she came to Moscow? Maybe Mishka promised her something, so where is that Mishka now?

And Frau is also not very strong in English. She murmurs, interferes with words, but I understand that she wants to meet with my company. Well, about the company and there can be no question, but something must still be done. Then I thought about the traditional Russian hospitality, which is so famous in the West, and decided to organize something like a dinner. Allegedly, for closer business acquaintance. My apartment was free. I thought, let's sit there for a while, let's talk, maybe this German woman really will turn out to be necessary.Although we do not have business with foreign partners, too much familiarity will not hurt. In business, it is always necessary and useful.

I turned, stopped at the store and asked the German woman to wait. I took champagne, cheese, ham, added something for dessert and took Frau to me. And on the way I explain to her that we will have a business dinner. She seems to understand and smiles in agreement. One feels that the lady is both business and educated.

I have an apartment that you can meet with business people and hold intimate meetings. Shooting this - a pleasure, though expensive, but necessary. It's like a turnout from the Chekists, where they meet with their own. Convenient and safe.

I bring, so the German woman is here, I help her take off her fur coat and sit her in a chair in front of the TV. And he quickly cook dinner in the kitchen. I hear - the guest herself began to accustom, because the water behind the door in the toilet rustled. Well, of course, a woman, from the cold ... It's good that she herself has found what she needs. I boiled the kettle, spread the food on plates on a tray and put it back in the room. My German woman is sitting in front of the TV, watching some kind of nonsense and waiting. I smile amiably, I quickly covered the table, poured champagne in glasses and invited her to drink. And I myself am trying to explain that in Russia it is so customary to celebrate the beginning of business acquaintance.

“Ai know ... understand ...,” Frau nods his head and smiles.

Either she is hungry, or it is customary for them to refuel there “on the ball”, but my Frau is happy to sweep the towels, and I, since she is a “firstein”, I pour brandy to her. Well, not myself, because I plan to take her to the hotel. And she, cholera, quick-witted, shows me to my empty glass, why am I supposedly not drinking it? I had to add myself.

I am sitting opposite, looking at a German woman and sinning thoughts come to my head. And she, as if on purpose, smiles, flushed, and teasing me with her bare thigh. Well, about something trying to talk to me. I like a parrot, just nodding my head, because I don’t understand much of her questions. But I see that I am pleased and she likes it.

And then I do not understand which of us wanted first. I used to start the evening with girls, and the necessary associations flooded me, but how she dared - I have no idea. Maybe she also decided to start exploring Russia with Russian sex? I saw that we two, that there is a bed, a drink ... And indeed, a woman - there is a woman! German she, Russian, or some other. If the husband is far away, then why not have some fun with the young boy? I saw Penthouse on the nightstand and smiled. Well, I gave her a magazine and stretched it out, here, look, in German.

“I ...,” she nodded, and began flipping through the magazine. And then he asks something with a smile.

- Yes, - I say, - Belie led, hel.

- does Yu love fraulein?

“Yeah,” I nod, and I look at her questioningly how she will react. Sexy woman, her ass so defiant and in front of her nature forms are not offended. Just what you need!

- Oh, - she was embarrassed, but not confused. Something gave me in German and looks at me with a smile. I think not; I will not agree with her in language, we must act differently. And most scary. Not my own, after all. Then try to prove that I did not try to rape her.

- Danse? - I ask, offering her to dance.

Smiled, or agrees, or not. Well, I got up, put the tape and invite her. She rose, and we pressed against each other.

Her dress is thin, the linen under it is felt, and even better I feel her hot, dense body. I see that I do not kick and start to want her for real. I cuddle up to her stomach so that she can feel it. But I don’t say anything to her, because there is no need for words. And she fell silent. Feet carefully to the music rearranges, but internally, ...