It was either already very late, or still very early. Telegin was sitting on the open terrace of an elite night restaurant and looked at the starry sky, thinking about his future. Not that it seemed to him completely dismal, maybe even the opposite. The gift of Alex grew every day, and now he could do a lot. Just feeling like loneliness overcame his soul. I wanted someone to talk heart to heart. Pour out the soul. And so to the ak near the traditional Russian birch was not visible, he washed down the sadness with big sips of expensive Czech beer. All that he could dream of was now a reality. Alex was now with money and power. Only he didn’t feel joy about it ... And he wanted to just shake the hand of a good friend or drown in the sincere embrace of his beloved woman. Another decent sip of beer. M-yes. Most likely ordinary human joys are unlikely to be available to him. Alex automatically gestured to the keys of the phone and looked at the newly recorded numbers. Another doll? Not.

This was the number of a certain Inna. Telegin recalled a pretty brunette, a bit like an Italian. I wonder if she sleeps? Yes, probably already asleep. After all, the street is already the fourth hour of the night. Although ... Let the reader not judge strictly our hero. Whether drunk beer, or thirst for communication, as a result of missed alcohol forced Telegin press the call button. Of course, he did not expect Inna to respond immediately, but oddly enough, it happened exactly! oh so

- Alla, who is it? - the voice of a young girl came back. Judging by the dull musical beats, Inna was obviously in some kind of entertainment institution. Most likely - in a nightclub.

- This is Alexander Telegin. Remember, we met today at Beauty.

After a second pause, the answer was received:

“No, no, I don't remember.” Although I was there today ... I wanted to get a job through this agency.

- Successfully?

- No, not really - the girl screamed into the phone - the queue was long. So who are you anyway?

Probably, the girl was slightly drunk, so the transition to a “you” with a supposedly unknown caller went unnoticed for her.

- I am a spokesman for this company and we still met with you.

Telegin did not bother much, either.

- Oops - only exclaimed the tube

- Remembered? Do you want to meet?

- Right now?

- Do you mind?

- No, no ... No, of course ... - Inna realized that she was given a chance, and to miss such an opportunity would be a great folly, - I'm at the 12 Volt club on Tverskaya. Do you know this?

- Heard - as usual, Alex lied, not at all surprised that the girl again switched to "you." The club is so club. Since Dasha didn’t work with a human being, maybe something will come out with Inna.

Log in as usual turned out to be paid. Mandatory two thousand rubles in the most democratic way immediately solved the problems of face control. Inside it turned out such an abundance of people that Telegin was even confused. Moscow really does not sleep at night. Or never falls. Rumbled fashionable music, a crowd of young girls and guys at a fast pace trampled in a monotonous rhythm in the rays of colored neon. Finding a girl in a disco showcase that you’ve seen once in your life was a problem. Again helped cellular communication.Inna appeared in front of him literally in a moment, as she pressed the call button.

- I remembered you! - radiant smiled girl.

La Inna looked very attractive. Imagine a very young thin, stinging brunette with a pretty face with flowing hair in a long fitting evening dress of the sea-green color.

- You have some kind of holiday - Alex welcomed Inna, who realized that this style of clothing clearly differed from the club atmosphere.

- Yes! Tonight in our institute was graduation. Therefore, I did not wait for the queue at your agency. I thought that I will get tomorrow. And you yourself came ... - the girl grabbed Alex by the hand and carried him along for herself - let's go, I will introduce you to my friends.

Inna's company consisted of five people. In addition to Inna, there are two more pretty girls and three guys on small sofas. One of which, pretty, as if from a promotional image, the tall blond immediately cast a suspicious glance at Alex. Perhaps he also had views on Inna, and maybe he already had her as a lover. And in general, it seems, the guys here were walking in pairs. Inna introduced Alex to friends.

- Tanya, Varya, Igor, Valera, Kostya.

Kostya turned out to be like a r a blonde, handsome. And when Inna sat down at the table, sitting down beside Alex, his suspiciousness in her gaze began to turn into sheer hostility. But from the side of Tanya and Vari, the position of Telegin aroused genuine interest. The former students of MSU were certainly not of the poor class. They made money with them, with their boys. But the thirst for glory meant a lot. And then in front of them the representative of the famous star agency. Naturally, Alex immediately became the center of attention. And it was already clear that the other guys of the company began to glance in the direction of Alex with far from friendly warmth. Although from the side their group looked pretty decent. Graduates of the oldest Russian university told Telegin how well they celebrated their holiday first in a restaurant, and now they decided to continue the celebration in a nightclub. Guys kept mum, sometimes throwing insignificant phrases. And Alex, in turn, entertained the girls with fables about his meetings with popular people. It turned out that the lion's share of the capital! He is familiar with the Beauty press secretary. Telegin's chatter even interested the guys, not to mention the female half of the company, which listened to the journalist almost with open mouths. Naturally, Telegin, though he exaggerated his influence, he did not even hint at the real nature of the corporation and the artificiality of some of the stars with which he happened to meet. In this case, he would simply be considered crazy, so much would have been his story.

There was a ballad from the Roxette group, a rare slow tune at a nightclub.

- Allow me to invite you - now he has given his hand to Inna, inviting a pretty brunette to a slow dance. The girl cast a glimpse of her Kostya and agreed. He grunted and lowered his eyes.

Alex circled on the dance floor with Inna under the beautiful vocals of Marie Friedrichson - the soloists of the Swedish group. Pressing the girl's fragile body with his palms in the dance, he again felt a surge of excitement. And this is despite fatigue and the lion’s share of alcohol consumed today. He reached for a pretty face and tried to kiss the girl on the lips. Inna is not something that recoiled, but did not answer, whispering:

- This club has private rooms. Only need to pay. Do you have money?

Alex had money. It was not enough time. Tomorrow was coming hard day. So when they were in a separate office, Alex grabbed the girl in his arms and threw him on a soft sofa.

- Dress will be forgotten - Inna shyly objected

But Telegin did not listen to her, showered the girl with kisses, he lowered the straps of the evening dress, bared bulky balls of the breasts and began to stroke and touch the elastic girlish body, continuing to cover her face with kisses.Hands squeezed thin waist and slid down, lift light fabric and exposing slender tanned legs.

“Maybe we won’t be so fast,” the girl asked, making a feeble attempt to break free of Alex’s strong embrace. But Telegin did not use his gift or even read the girl’s mind, let alone break her will. Alex knew perfectly well! if the girl herself called him to a separate office, it means she knew that their rendezvous would end with sex. And Inna, of course, surrendered to Alex. He pulled up the hem of the dress and the charming, beautifully shaped legs of the girl appeared before him in all its glory. The last obstacle - the same heavenly-colored thong, his younger brother was torn off, wetting a dry hole with a lubricant ...