In the morning everyone left. Jan came into Alex's room, knocking modestly. He slyly winked at Alex in a hurry; he extended his soft feminine palm to him:

- You can consider yourself my debtor. Dasha Rajevskikh fucked for free ...

- So it was you who initiated the night visit - Telegin smiled back at him, firmly shaking his hand, - I am really grateful to you. It was something ...

- Well, my merit is only that I introduced you to Nikolai Nikolayevich - the homosexual scion of the Latvian people grinned - and then there was just luck. All the girls, including Dasha Rajewski, just played. You're lucky - you got Dasha.

- What about Zheleznov?

- He took his - once again hemmed Yang, - you were not the first at Dasha's evening. Do not flatter yourself...

- If so, then so. I understand that the greater person is always entitled to the “first night”, Telegin said with barely noticeable irony, “But I am in any case grateful to you and Nikolai Nikolayevich. Without your help and let the blind chance, I would never have slept with Dasha. Now it is just a memory, he remarked sadly. Here Alex, of course, sly. With his gift, he could do with any girl you like, whatever. But first, Telegin, remembering Dr. Shevchenko’s order, rarely tried to use it on people.

Secondly, having a beautiful singer, even on the orders of others, he came to the conclusion that sex with live girls is also very personal. Therefore, he was really grateful to Zheleznov and his faithful assistant for the occasion of intimate communication with a celebrity.

- It's good that you understand this. In a couple of days we will come to you - Nikolai Nikolayevich will express his demands in more detailed form. I hope that you and your agency will not disappoint. Although I’ll say right away that these demands are high, and maybe at first they seem unreal. But after all, sex with Dasha Rajewski also seemed like a dream to you. However, it happened. Consider it an advance from Zheleznova.

- For our agency, nothing is impossible ... - Alex tried to proudly answer

- Let's see in practice - Jan’s mocking look, concentrated on Telegin, has gone somewhere in the direction of the window, - Where do you need to be now?

- At work, I think. By the way, who then fell to you? - as if not noticing the orientation of Jan, he asked affably to assistant Zheleznov.

“I have other interests in life,” he answered dryly. “Everything, we are leaving.” I'll take you.

And again Moscow. Jan landed Telegin at the nearest metro station.

- Sorry, then you yourself. Cases are urgent, - the Latvian lad casually hinted that the journalist had spent so much precious time

“And do not forget what was happening yesterday, it should remain only with you,” sometimes Zheleznova’s assistant did not begin to speak Russian very wisely, which in principle did not surprise Alex, even somewhat amused. For, living in his Azov wilderness, he had not particularly communicated with Balts. In general, you can say did not communicate. But this is so the details. On that and said goodbye. Alex dived into the crowd of people, which the anthill carried him into the subway. He needed to get to New Arbat, where the official office of Beauty was located. It was necessary to do his direct work - the further promotion of the company.As a formal, so informal its activities. Muscovites or guests of the city (now you will not understand), in spite of the notorious rumors, turned out to be quite benevolent people and quickly explained to Telegin from which subway line he could get to the necessary street.

And twenty minutes had not passed, as our hero was already getting out into the fresh air, seeing the noisy metropolitan street, along which varied cars were moving in an endless stream. Foreign for the most part. After finding out where to go next, Alex was soon in his office. Without going into his office, he went to the authorities. Here it was, as usual. A flock of girls in a cozy reception and harsh Daria. True, when she saw Alex, the girl even made a friendly smile:

- Good morning, Alexander Dmitrievich ...

It is necessary and remembered his name with the fatherland.

- Hello Daria - respectfully, but Alex answered affably - Oleg Petrovich at home?

The girls in the waiting room got stunned and began to study the lanky person of Telegin very carefully. From the point of view of the secretary’s respectful tone, this nondescript type definitely had weight in the company, so it was worth paying attention to him. There were four girls and they all certainly wanted to get a prestigious job from their point of view. One of the contenders - a big-eyed very young brunette was at first glance even very personal. The girl caught Telegin's gaze and gave him a radiant smile.

- He's busy right now ... But I can report your arrival ...

“Don't rush,” Alex said with a wave of his hand. “When he is free, please let me know.” And please bring me coffee to the office.

- Yes, of course, Alexander Dmitrievich.

Giving goodbye to the girls with a familiar scattered smile, Alex retired from the waiting room. He did not have time to close the door, as he heard the clatter of heels. A pretty brunette hurried after him. And her figurine was very, very. She looks a little like Italian, flexible, with long shiny hair, in a white, belly-opening topic, a short, like a handkerchief, multi-colored skirt. - Please wait...

Alex turned around

- My name is Inna ... - confusedly introduced the girl

- Very nice, Alexander.

- Do you work here?

- I guess it is not difficult to guess - Alex smiled

“I really want to get into the base of your corporation,” the girl unexpectedly firmly stated.

- If it's not a secret, why? - Telegin inquired ironically, watching the reaction of the bottomless brown eyes. The girl seems not to be glamorous. At least for now. Although really quite nice.

- I sing and dance. I can show my records. And your agency will help me to get a great price. So everyone says.

- Only at what price - thought Telegin. Price brunette is not interested. Now she was thinking only about one thing - how to become a "star." After reading her thoughts, Telegin chuckled once more.

- Let Inna be your phone now. I will try to talk to Mr. Kostenko about your candidacy. But keep in mind, I'm a modest press spokesman.

The phone number was recorded and Alex, finally, could do current affairs. He flipped through a pile of multi-colored newspapers and magazines, noting where and when evenings and social events should take place. I went to the Internet, where I paid attention not only to entertainment sites, but also to quite serious resources, where we talked about successful and wealthy people. So to say, the probable clients of Beauty.

- To you it is possible, Alexander Dmitrievich - secretary Kostenko appeared in the office. In his hands - a tray with a fragrantly smelling coffee and a vase with sweets.

- What are you, Dasha, thank you!

- I did not complicate your request? - without pretending, Alex politely asked.

- No, that you ... - the girl blinked, - Maybe something else. The secretary took a waiting-tempting position. In the pants Alex has treacherously stirred little brother. Can fuck this beauty right here. And without the use of even his gift. There were such mores. Although not a fact.

And Daria - the girl was very prominent.Turned smooth legs, perfect waist, high bust, barely holding onto the silk of a white blouse, He automatically swallowed saliva. But now there is no need to go on instincts. Maybe his confusion lasted a second. We restrict ourselves while flirting.

- No, thank you, Dasha. Although ... do you mind being my guide in Moscow tonight?

- Are you inviting me for a date? - the secretary was surprised at the unexpected suggestion, - Well, I do not know ...

The fact is that Dasha already had a young man, and today he too was scheduled to meet. Her boyfriend was the representative of Moscow ...