five. Well maintained, on the chin dimple. Women love such successful and pleasant men. I wonder how many hunters there were and Proshkina’s money. He made his choice himself. Although married a long time as usual. However, the usual story. Writing down the phone and the coordinates of Anna (and just in case the coveted code of the pupa), Alex, finally, then went on a date.

Daria didn't make herself aware. A pretty tall blonde dressed in a light summer sundress appeared at the appointed place literally about ten minutes later, as Telegin arrived there. Alex, playing the role of a well-bred young man, presented the girl with a single peach rose. The girl portrayed embarrassment ...

Old Arbat. Legendary street, sung by the wonderful poet and bard Okudzhava. It was a great pleasure to slowly wander with a beautiful girl on a stone pavement, admire art galleries on the street, listen to street musicians improvising at various, even exotic instruments, and rejoice at the fact that there is such an amazing place in Moscow - Old Arbat, where the soul is just resting. Immediately switched to "you." Talked, in principle, nothing. Although Dasha tried to find out where Alex had such influence in the corporation, Telegin naturally did not really say anything. Only he joked off and carried incredible nonsense about the fact that he was a provincial journalist famous at home, and his creative abilities were accidentally noticed in the capital. Straight realization of the tale of the American dream came out. It is not known whether Dasha believed him or not. On this cool and good evening, Alex did not even try to scan the girl's thoughts. She herself also told a little about herself. She was 20 years old, was born in the Moscow region, she studies by correspondence at some legal university, thanks to her uncle she got a job at Beauty. She is very pleased with the work and values ​​her. Delighted with Dima Bilan. Well, and so on. Needless to say, they went into one of the many restaurants of the “Old Arbat”. The choice was made by a girl. Well, sushi, so sushi. Although Japanese cuisine, Alex and disliked.

But Dasha, apparently, was here obviously a regular. Picking up the menu, she knowingly began ordering Slavic looks to a waitress, but in traditional kimono, the rolls she knew. Alex did not look at the price. He had money, so the question of the cost of dinner for Telegin was not topical. He even generously allowed Dasha to choose expensive Spanish wine. Although there was a feeling that the secretary simply checks his financial capabilities. Or maybe the spoiled girl actually got used to eating, not limited to the means of the gentleman.

While the rolls were preparing, they brought a bottle of sweet sherry with a black bull on the label. Wines, even Spanish, Telegin also did not like. But at least this evening he liked this girl. Including its frivolous - consumer attitude to life. Or maybe our hero was just nice to talk about nothing with a pretty girl without using his gift of influence. Forgotten feeling. It is clear that Dasha conducted a rendezvous with him solely for practical reasons, and it is unlikely that there was a smell of mutual sympathy. But he, too, in the end, not a freak.In any case, Daria’s eyes flared, and interest in Alex increased significantly. This he already felt intuitively. They did not have time to drink the first glass for the beginning of a wonderful evening, when suddenly a puzzled voice called out to the girl:

- Dasha, I did not understand ...

In front of their table were two guys, decorated with tattoos a la Timati. One of them, stocky-low, almost looked indignantly at a couple at a table, repeating his question:

“I still didn’t understand what you were doing here with this fake?” You said you would go to your friend in the evening.

Dasha blushed, shot her eyes back and forth, and blurted out with a patter:

- Oh, Olezhek, how nice that you came here! Let's get acquainted, this is Alexander. Our press officer. We had a business meeting ... Join us.

Alex chuckled to himself. In stupidity Daria can not refuse. We must drag a new boyfriend to the same restaurant, where she likes to meet her boyfriend.

- And flowers, and wine?

“This is just a courtesy,” Alex smiled and gave the guys a hand. Daria looked at him gratefully.

The young men responded with a firm handshake and pushed two more soft chairs to the table. True, their suspicion did not diminish.

- What do we chew?

- “Hand rolls”

- This is our dish!

- Why, I decided to introduce Alexander to Japanese cuisine. He is from the south.

Listening to this uncomplicated dialogue, Alex laughed to himself. In the course he is extra

“Journalist, let's leave the guys alone,” the muscular Olezhik friend suddenly said, “they need to talk.” Come out, have a smoke.

Catching a girl’s quick glance, Alex agreed:

- Well, it is necessary, it is necessary.

The situation was getting interesting. But Telegin was not a coward, tempered in street fights of a provincial southern city, he knew the price of a fist and surprise. And when a disgruntled Muscovite in the men's room demanded that Dasha was not even with his spirit, Alex did not agree.

- Now will be hit, - thought Alex and flew first. Without delaying and sparing no effort, he first sank a bony fist across the face of the defender of boyfriend Dashenka, immediately cutting the bodybuilder along his relaxed stomach with his other hand. Not expecting such agility from a puny journalist, the athlete bent in half. The third, so to speak, control blow, Telegin struck with his foot. The guy, having swallowed, crashed down on the toilet. Alex had no plans to wait until he came to his senses. Covering the toilet door tightly, he calmly walked down the service corridor. In one of his half-dark doorways, his attention was distracted by specific sounds. To confess what he saw, he was not so much surprised as excited. The already familiar sweet couple in the line-up of Olezhik and Darya, naively thinking that they were hidden from prying eyes, shamelessly and with pleasure had sex. Having pressed the girl against the wall and raising the floor of the sundress, Oleg confidently penetrated the bosom of the girl. Dasha, covering her eyes and wrapped her arms around her lover, just squeaked softly. It was necessary to pay tribute to Olezhka - he was a strong boy, because he had sex with a girl, practically keeping her weight. Just like in the scene of a good porn film. Watch no further. In the end, Dasha is not his woman, and there was no reason to be jealous. Leaving the hall and calling the surprised waitress to the empty table, he quickly paid her off and promptly disappeared.

That's all the romance and over ... And the night has already gone down the street. But not so late that it was impossible to make a call to one wonderful girl.

- Good evening! This is Anna?

- Good evening - there was a melodic, familiar from numerous television interviews of the soloist of the group "Courage" - And who is this?

- My name is Alexander Telegin. I am a journalist and your longtime fan ...

- Very nice. And how did you find out my phone number?

- Do you think this is impossible for a real newspaperman and a real fan?

The girl laughed into the phone:

- And what do you want, my dear fan?

Even so? And this is an artificial woman ?! To say that he wants her ... Well, that would be stupid and unethical.

- I would like to talk with you, Anna ...

- In an informal setting - added the singer for him.

Yeah live girl. Although it sounded illogical to the doll

- Well, if there is such a desire, then come straight to me now. I'm having a party right now. Address you probably know?

So immediately and visit! Address singer Alex certainly knew. Perfumery King rented a spacious apartment girl on Taganka. Simply, he was quite embarrassed by such open hospitality of the next pupa.

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