the blonde, wondering how this nondescript young man could find himself in such a prestigious club.

“Yes, Gosha and I studied at the same school,” Alex, unexpectedly even pinned himself, “so he missed.” By old memory.

I gave some money for beer ...

The blonde chuckled

- And what you live by yourself.

- Yes, so I am a teacher. Mathematicians, Telegin continued to jerk. Why he said mathematics, he had no idea. Just did not like this item.

- Well well. It happens so! - the girl was amused, - the Teacher in "Zond". Deliberately not invent.

- And the fact that Gosh the future dentist does not bother you.

“So this is Gosh, and who are you,” the girl replied looking at him again, “a teacher of some kind.” Compared. “Yes, I’m a simple Russian teacher,” Telegin said with pride in his non-profession, “What’s wrong with that?”

- Well, that is not a fag. Although I do not care. There is no place for you in such a club, kid - even the blonde has somehow instructively pronounced and turned away.

Alex was very angry, and barely coped with the desire to punish the complacent chick. And not because Telegin was holding back the doctor’s advice not to use his gift to the detriment of people. Moreover, it is not always clear what is harm, what is virtue. Just in a sense, he even disdained any relationship with this inflated fool, who only sees the outer gloss. And she is not beautiful at all. So the usual filly a la Ksenia Sobchak. Therefore, Telegin, also losing interest in her neighbor, thrusting the tip to the bartender, casually asked him if Alain Zatsepin had come to the club today. The waiter, accepting the money, also said between times:

- She is here now. With mister Shapoval.

- And where can they be found?

Alex planted another euro bill.

- As always, in the VIP-room 16, - and the bartender waved his hand to the right.

Telegin nodded his thanks to the worker at the counter and headed in the indicated direction. The evening, or rather, continued in Zond ”- e in the dance-alcoholic intoxication. Going to the door upholstered with thick leather, where the figures “16” were painted with bright neon, Alex almost stumbled (so quickly and surely he was walking) with a tall blond guy who was watching intimate pennies. In him, Alex had a wonderful memory for faces, Telegin recognized Alena's bodyguard - Anatoly.

- Hello! - Alex smiled at him as an old friend. He looked at Telegin extremely uncomprehendingly, trying to focus on possible memories of this dark-skinned boy. Memory prompted something, but something not very intelligible.

“Where have you been? I tried, it was polite to ask Anatoly, covering the entrance to the VIP room with a powerful torso.

“To Mr. Shapovalov and Alyona,” Alex explained with a friendly face, in a simple manner: I am a journalist! Came to negotiate a photo session with Alyona.

- you were assigned?

- Of course! - Alex said convincingly - and you, Anatoly, are ordered to protect the room and not to let anyone in here until I allow you!

The resistance of the will of the personal bodyguard Zatsepina was easily broken. And without any emotion he knocked on the door and immediately opened it. In a semi-dark room on a soft couch, it was either half-sitting, or a large man of about fifty was half lying in a white shirt, which was casually pulled back into his pants, was unbuttoned to the chest.

A bald one, radiating authority and independence, personifying, at least, a middle-class oligarch, a half-dressed gentleman at the same time performed three actions — he talked to someone on the phone, drank some unclear drink, and wiped sweat on his powerful forehead. Nearby, a modest little sparrow, sat a charming blonde doll, the star of youth series Alina Zatsepina.Not at all surprised at the appearance of a stranger, Shapovalov (and that was probably him) indicated with a nod of his head with a gesture - say, wait, wait ... Alina, apparently recognizing Alex, stared with wide-open gray eyes at the unexpectedly appeared reporter. Yes, so sincerely, and so humanly, that Telegin again doubted the artificial essence of the girl.

- Who are you - after a couple of seconds, tearing off the pipe, Peter Petrovich asked with a tone of a very busy man, glancing at Alex without any interest.

- This is a journalist, he interviewed me recently, - quietly said Alina, sidewise clinging to the dense body of the owner.

- Ah ... I remembered. Telegin, it seems. - Telegin was even surprised by the strong memory of a businessman, - And what do you want now soaring? - almost friendly asked Shapovalov, not looking up from the handset, but already performing the fourth act. He put his arm around the frail shoulders of a blond beauty with a strong hand. The fact that Telegin freely passed in a private room, bypassing serious security, did not seem to care about him. As well as externally, and in the subconscious. However, as the very persona Telegin. Some complicated figures and calculations swarmed in Shapovalov’s head. That was strange, especially considering the semi-gang appearance of Peter Petrovich.

- Yes, I now would like to do a photo session with Alina. And, by the way, the article is ready ... - Telegin smiled pleasantly, continuing to portray an ingratiating reporter.

- Now ?! - Shapovalov laughed, putting the phone down, and even with a certain curiosity looked at the journalist, - Yes, you are straight paparazzi. Only I don’t need this for Alina either, - Shapovalov’s friendly tone was replaced by irritation, - Vali is from here. But call tomorrow. Professional perseverance appreciate. And tell him about the door that he’s fired ...

- I will definitely convey, Petr Petrovich, - not obsequiously already, but still very politely, Alex promised. And pretended to be leaving. Although of course it was not part of his immediate plans.

- Hey, journalist, what are you going to photograph? - Shapovalov suddenly called him, chuckling.

“On your mobile phone, don't you know,” turned to a couple of Telegin and saw a grinning oligarch who stroked the girl’s knee with his master's hand.

- Well, you're a prankster. Okay, Vali is really from here. I'm kind today. And take something for yourself to drink, - Shapovalov, like a dog, threw him a five hundred, - And why am I so kind? Ah, Liina? Do not you know.

The pupa smiled at the owner and for some reason blushed deeply. Unique robot after all.

But Telegin was no longer going to leave. He, looking straight at Shapovalov, ordered him:

“You will leave now and go to your office.” You have urgent business. An hour later, come back here and forget everything. The guard let him guard this room and Alina.

His gift worked again exclusively. Petr Petrovich nodded to him silently, so silently put on a spacious fashionable jacket, lying there on the couch, and with an empty expression of a round face came out of the privat room. At Alina, watching everything that happens with even wider eyes, in this case, he did not even pay attention. The fact that his team will work one hundred percent, Alex had no doubt. For some reason his gift for people acted much better than for dolls.

- Who are you? - scaredly asked Telegin a girl, shamefully straightening her skirt.

- I am your friend, Alina, do not worry. Curator, you can say.

Alex was amused by the situation when he had not yet applied his gift to the model. Maybe she will give him voluntarily ...

- I do not understand. I will scream.

“You won't scream, honey.” And you will do what I say.

“But why,” twitched, was to get up the girl, seeing that Alex intends to sit down on the sofa with her.

“Because,” strictly, but without special explanations, said Telegin.

“Because I said,” he finally answered, already penetrating the girl with the power of his gift into the subconscious.

- So, will you do what I say?

“Uncertainly, but in some lost voice,” the model said.

- Great, - Alex smiled and sat down with the girl. He had long dreamed of hugging her ... But still, there were some doubts about her artificiality. Too vividly, the young star of the series reacted to everything. Alex knew that if he called the code word, the girl would generally go at his disposal, “Sublimation,” he said softly. The doctor apparently did not think much about the meaning of the code words. Moreover, without a wonderful gift they meant nothing. Including for models.

But now the girl shuddered, straightened and slightly stiffened.

No, it's still a robot. Even repeating a thousand times, Alex was again delighted with the amazing creations of his chief doctor Shevchenko.

- Stand up - he ordered an artificial girl. The girl slowly executed this order, - turn to me. Alina stood in front of Alex silently, stretching out her arms, she was obviously waiting for his team. Telegin smiled lecherously, put his hands on the wondrous thighs of the girl.

- You are wonderful! - He remarked and put Alina on his lap, having kissed his rich lips. The girl obediently answered. Alex could not tolerate - he longed for this doll.

Therefore, jerking unbuttoning his pants and lowering his panties, he did not even take off her dress from the pupa. Just raised her skirt, tore her little panties and impatiently entered the bosom of the stars of the television series. Alina screamed, and began to actively move on him in the pose of a rider. She didn't even have to order. She was the perfect lover, moaning, either portraying, or whether the girl was actually programmed to be passionate. Now she was led by a new owner, and she was ready to surrender fully to him alone. The doll was clearly from the first models. Therefore, to break her will was not difficult. Keeping cool buttocks, Alex could not tolerate for a long time. It was pierced by such an explosion of pleasure, which is difficult to describe.

- Umnichka, - he praised Alina, removing the girl from her knees, - and now put yourself in order. And wait for Shapovalov. If you ask about torn panties, convince him that he did it himself. In a fit of passion. After all, you are so tasty - he patted Alina, who was a little disgusted, on the cheek. She even blushed from the praise of the new owner - when you put yourself in order, pretend that you are sleeping until you wait for Shapovalov.

Alex dressed himself and finally ordered:

- Remember about me that I am only a journalist ...

And he left the room, nodding an obligingly propping door guard

- Watch the room until Shapovalov arrives. Forget me ...

And with the free gait of a self-satisfied person went out into the dance hall. Now you can dance. The fact that his orders will be executed, he again did not doubt