Alex got angry. And to a greater extent in it spoke professional insult. How many times have I heard such a tone and have seen such an arrogant attitude towards myself, and towards my brother the journalist.

If earlier, he really was glad for such a paid interview, now Telegin just wanted to punish the impudent oligarch. Although it is necessary to hide the emotions in a fist. After all, he is a client of a corporation and simply worries about the career growth of his mistress. But he is married and has children of adults ... Well, now you don’t have to think. After all, ahead of the "interview" with Alina Zatsepina. Interestingly, the doctor names and surnames himself also invent them. And where, by the way, is this restaurant. Alex jumped out into the street. We need to remember the address, he thought, surveying his five-story building and began to look for a taxi.

Fortunately, a number of cars with the checkers of various companies was almost nearby and Alex plunged into the first car standing here.

- Where are we going, dear? - turned to him not very shaved driver - Armenian.

- Restaurant “Capriccio” - Telegin casually spoke

The Armenian respectfully looked at the passenger:

- This is the one in the center ... Rich restaurant.

- Yes, I'm at work ...

- I understand, dear, to eat is also a job. Thousand rubles from you. Will arrange?

- How many? - Alex asked. In his hometown, taxi drivers took no more than a hundred, even for the longest distances. But it was still unknown to him the capital. Yes, and I had to quickly go to a meeting with the model.

“Stuck,” the carrier repeated, “just a thing.” I liked you.

- Okay, let's go.

Telegin did not want to use the gift of trifles. And in the end, he had money for business expenses. Just because of the old habit he was sorry to part with them.

The restaurant "Capriccio" really was located on one of the central streets of Moscow. Having arrived there in half an hour, Alex then went to the posh hall. The interior was rather glamorous here. Red, milky and black colors dominated, the walls were decorated with black and white photographs. There hasn't been anyone here yet. So pleasant coolness he had almost alone. Almost, because to him immediately, silently, a respectable man in years swam up behind him, looking like a head waiter.

- Are you a journalist? - He asked.

Alex nodded.

“You were asked to enter the VIP room,” and the head waiter led Alex to the glass wall, where the door opened, and Telegin found himself in a relatively small and cozy room with one table and soft sofas. The entire hall was visible from this room, which cannot be said about watching the vip room.

“You were asked to wait here,” and the head waiter took a step to leave the room,

“I want coffee,” Alex mentally ordered him to check his abilities before an important meeting.

The headwaiter braked, made surprised eyes and smiled earnestly:

- Sorry, I forgot which brand you prefer?

- In Turkish, on the sand, - Telegin for some reason was sure that he could find any sort of coffee in such a restaurant.

“It will be done,” the headwaiter bowed and left.

So I'm fine, - Alex thought with satisfaction and settled down comfortably on the sofa cushions. A voice recorder and a camera (professional accessories he also found in the apartment) were prepared in advance.

Alina, accompanied by a tall young man, under his shirt who guessed sickly muscles, appeared in the restaurant when Alex was finishing his second cup of coffee. The drink was strong and so Alex got excited again when he saw the girl. Although in this case, the coffee was not necessary. She was lovely herself. Small stature, chiseled figure, large open gray eyes and a slightly shy smile. Everything about her betrayed tenderness and a certain naivety. Blonde beauty sat on the couch and greeted Telegin.

- Are you Alexander? She asked affirmatively.

“Yes, it's me,” Alex smiled back. The girl was really amazingly sweet, somewhat shy and very sexy at the same time. Any part of her clothes, fashionable jeans, tight-fitting slim legs, a simple-looking pink top, and even narrow watch on a thin hand - all this emphasized her charm.

“And this is probably your spokesperson,” Alex nodded to the escorting young man. He answered with a nod, but did not introduce himself.

“You may think so,” the smile slipped across the pretty face, “Anatoly must be present at our conversation.” Do not you mind?

You would think that if Alex had objected, Tolik retired. However, it will still be deleted. But a little later. Alex scanned his mind. They were busy looking forward to the final of the meeting. Ekiy, you are impatient ... And what does Alina think?

The girl was waiting for questions from a journalist.

- Well, let's start, Alina, - so you can be called

- Yes of course...

Meanwhile, a waiter appeared in the room, bringing in orange juice and ice cream for the girl.

It turns out to be a sweet tooth!

- Tell us a little about yourself?

- About myself? - the girl pulled up a curb, - And what exactly?

- Well, where you were born, where you studied ...

- I think that it will be of no interest to your readers - Alina cast a passing glance at the attendant, - If only for you - was born in the Moscow region, immediately after graduating from school I began to appear in TV shows.

- A good legend. Okay, I won't ask my father about my dad, Alex thought sarcastically, but he asked out loud, “How many films have you already done?”

- I work in three series. You probably know them - and the girl called them. These were really popular youth films. Without a special meaning, and supposedly telling about the true life of the national youth.

“Yes, our readers love them too,” Alex said with a smile. It was time to move on to this interview. But for this it was necessary to remove the bodyguard from the room. Or at least neutralize.

Alex looked at Anatolia and mentally ordered him:

- Sleep, dear.

Anatole almost choked on the juice that he was pulling from a straw. His head swayed, and he fell into a deep sleep.

Alina's eyes widen:

- What is it with him?

“Tired, probably,” Telegin said cheerfully, “Sometimes people have such moments.”

- Previously, there was no such thing with him - Alina’s gaze was lowered, apparently she was not used to being in the company of strangers without accompanying people.

He took the girl by the cool palm

- What is your relationship with Peter Petrovich Shapovalov?

- But this ... - the girl was shocked and wanted to pull up her hand, but suddenly stopped short. Now Telegin has directed the power of his gift to her.

- We have a good relationship. He loves me and promotes in the movie business.

- And you him?

The girl is still scared:

- I dont know. It is enough for me that he loves me.

- But he does not give you a step to step without protection. Does it bother you?

- No, no. After all, it should be so, - the girl said with naivety in her voice.

Now Alex and for himself made sure that, despite the human charm, in front of him sits a programmed machine. Submissive to his master. And now to him. It was certainly possible to master Alina right here. But Telegin did not do this right now, although he really wanted to have sex with a charming doll. But he restrained himself, and only stroked the girl's hand. He has already fulfilled his mini-task of collecting preliminary information.And sex, sex with this darling, he may leave for later.

Alex pulled his hand from the girl, smiled and inspired her to forget his very non-journalistic questions. Then, with an effort of will, I woke the bodyguard.

Now in front of them again sat a little naive journalist, eager to get an interview of a fashion actress.

- And what are your creative plans? ...

The conversation was over. Alina and her companion were already ready to leave, as the girl suddenly realized it.

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