Pure Breath

Once during the summer holidays on Mekhmat, between, the first and second year, I was working at the same time as tutoring in mathematics and realtor in renting apartments. In a word, he earned everything he could. Tutoring for me was a simple thing, consisting of coming to some Moscow apartment, hammering into a young mind some regular section of elementary mathematics, getting my thousand and leaving, and even more dusty work with apartments, which consists of simple set up operations: lead, show, and if everything is all arranged, then just enter into a simple contract. Often, I got the keys to empty apartments with the condition that when someone comes to an apartment and they are ready to rent it, then I just call the owners and negotiate when I can reduce everyone to a contract. That is, I constantly had a number of keys to empty apartments on my hands. Apartments, of course, were completely different: one-room, three-room, grandmothers and business class. Naturally, the highest class apartments surrendered longer than simple one-bedroom apartments.

And, so, once I showed a simple one-room apartment on the outskirts of Moscow to an apartment of one pretty young woman, 30 or 33 years old. Having recently arrived in Moscow, she got a job as a seller and the life situation forced her to urgently find a place to live. Jeanne had a fabulous waist, beautiful shoulders, a thin feminine neck, beautiful legs and divine feet and catchy beauty of the heels, in a word, a beautiful girl from the Russian backwoods. She behaved very liberated, maybe even impudently, but not vulgarly, but rather just fully for the Russian periphery, in a word, not like me.

It was me, at 18, who had never been with a girl, and was rather reserved, nervous, and, like a child, was scared to make any contact with a pretty girl. The first kiss in my life happened only a year after these events, at 19, and shook me cooler than a 16-year-old schoolgirl who fell in love with her math tutor, although she had no reason to shake because, unlike me, she was a full-fledged person who, at 16, had many contacts with the opposite sex. As you understood from all this wrapped explanation, that I was always very weak psychologically and, naturally, with the girls I had what Yakubovichka usually has in a black box. Zhanna was the exact opposite of me. When she looked at the apartment, she was wearing a short mini-skirt, flip-flops and a topic, through which, in the absence of a bra, divine pyramidal nipples were openly visible, in one word defiant. I would not be surprised if Zhanna had more than a hundred men in the past three decades, although despite the fact that I do not understand life at all in people, it is possible that I could be wrong on the order.

"Well, this is a grandmother's apartment ..."

“How much do they want for her?”

«23»

“Bargaining is possible?” She said in a calm and, as it seems to me, in a flirting voice.

“I think not, but you can talk. ", I answered, as usual, a little nervously and with full responsibility

“Call me!” She said, calmly and somewhat arrogantly looking at me.

“Yes, now,” I said, abruptly taking a phone out of my pocket and dialing the number of apartment owners

“Vladislav Sergejeich? Hello! This is Maxim! Here, here the girl asks ... aha ... can there be bargaining? None? 23 and everything, yes? Clear ... yeah ... well, sorry ... All the best! ”

“No! Only 23 ”, I said in a mournful sympathetic voice.

"Clear. Are they here at all? ”

"Not. This was inherited flat and is now empty. ”

"Do you always have the keys?"

"Yes"

"And you have a lot of these apartments?"

"Uh ... four now"

“And which one of the coolest ones?”

“Well, there is one super flat, business class in the Shuvalovsky Complex. But they want a lot for her. ”

"How many?"

«170»

"How many? 170.000 per month? It with

How much should I earn to rent such an apartment? ”

“Well, yes,” I twisted my smile a little, portraying understanding, as I felt a little tensely alone with this woman, who psychologically stronger than me by an order of magnitude. Unlike me, a homely boy, she clearly grew up among the street guys and girls and in front of her I just felt like a bleating sheep. Naturally, all my fearful naturka was with her as on a palm, she perfectly understood what I imagine of myself. And what am I in front of her? I do not live in the system, I am outside it. People who constantly contact and communicate every day with hundreds of people, they learn society, often get burned, but become stronger and learn a lot, and I’m a completely homemade option that has only a home, Mehmat MSU, parents, sister and the same , friend. That is, I exist in a closed system and the external to the world is rather wild and alien for me, and people seem more likely even scary, and I don’t know why this is so, but rather it happens because I’m naturally sneaky zadroth, and maybe because that I do not make contact with society and do not know him at all. I was not interested in football and did not play it in the courtyard, did not kiss at the school disco at animals, did not fight, never even shouted at anyone in a fit of emotion, did not take first places, did not get cups, did not drink beer in a large company and did not retire with the girl in the room. In a word, I missed everything that normal guys have in school and the price to me in the wild nature of human society is zero. That is, an event such as, for example, participation in a group orgy in high school in terms of complexity for me is about the same as crossing Jupiter through and through. If to compare with the animal world, I’m no more than my snickering cat, which doesn’t last even three seconds in the wild, which is why I pray for two wonderful things - civilization and the law that this civilization gave rise to, so I can safely drive to Uni quietly come back, no matter how weak I am. Here I am such a person. You do not think that all such on Mekhmat. This is not true. Most of them are the smartest people not only in Russia, but also in the CIS, and for the most part they are very vital. It's just that I am such a person, and it is not so easy for me to have a relationship with human society, in view of my inner weakness.

“I am even interested in seeing such an apartment”

"Now?"

"Not. Now I have to run to work ... you will show in the evening, understand? ”

Naturally, I understood that she would not rent this apartment, but I could not refuse, and I had to go in the evening to show her this apartment. We met the main entrance to the residential complex, after which we walked through a security post, then entered the porch, which resembled the lobby of a luxury hotel, after which we greeted the staff that we came across on the way, and then went up to the “talking” elevator . When we entered this huge, luxurious, but painfully familiar to me, luxury apartment, she immediately appreciated the designer renovation of this huge apartment, not counting the two huge baths, jacuzzi, home theater, expensive flooring and everything else.

“And who is the owner of this apartment?”

“Yes, a certain businessman ... He left for Belgium”

"And entrusted you with the keys to such an apartment?"

“Well, yes ... We talked with him and when I told him that I was studying at the Faculty, he said that he wanted to study at the Faculty and did not enter, because it was very hard ... as a result, he graduated from the Physical and Technical Institute”

"Therefore left the keys?", She said, continuing to walk around the apartment.

“And I don’t know why ... I’m trying not to be here, only shows ...”

"Look a lot?"

"On average ... m ... every five days"

“Wow! How long have you been doing? ”

“Month already. Such a long and difficult time to pass, but the commission is large. I filled up the entire Internet with ads and photos of this apartment. I try to find someone. ”

"Yes, for 170 pieces ...