go to the special unit and get all these documents? Where there, you were in such a hurry to demob, that you didn’t take anything apart from your driver’s license, but it’s in vain. Well, okay, this is a certificate and also a certificate for a general operator, I will send it to you, tomorrow too. Dictate the address.

- Nikolai Petrovich, please dictate the address of the column.

When the address was dictated, the captain, chuckling, asked:

- Maybe you still on the mechanic-driver of the tank or BTR send? In the North, I know, they are sometimes used. But in general, how is life going on, Misha?

- Yes, okay, comrade captain, I can not cry, you know. We live!

- Well done Dyuzhev, keep it up. Call, though occasionally. Bye sergeant.

The connection has been lost. The chiefs smiled. Bear sighed and smiled too.

- Well, that's all decided, Petrovich. When will you send it to me?

- On Sunday, today is Friday, I will try to settle all questions. Michael will meet on Sunday, for dinner, send it, so be it. You, Ivanovich, arrange for Gosha to be sent to the morgue, to Nyagan, so that I will not even fool around with it, we will do the rest. Everything. Bye Ivanovich. Let's go, Michael.

So his future life was decided. On Sunday, he arrived at the site with a new chauffeur of Petrovich. The site manager or senior foreman, or rather, was already waiting for him. The wagon, where the dead Gosh had lived before, was released, cleaned and well warmed, prepared for the new tenant.

Sergei Ivanovich showed him everything, explained that this car was only for him and his shift, who would arrive in ten days and replace him for the next fifteen days. He showed the dining room, where Ksenia, a thirty-year-old, youthful, rodent, was in charge of everything, explained that the food is on credit and is paid out of salary, which here will depend on the number of hours worked and the quality of work, that there is a procedure for awarding quality and shortening bonuses are higher than the salary itself.

He settled down, in general, Mishka was well and was pleased with such a turn in his fate. Then the working days began. He had good relations with the mob team. Those were very pleased with him as a crane operator.

Mishka, however, did not always support their Sunday gatherings with drinks, but even this suited them, since with his arrival work went faster and, accordingly, their salary also increased in quality. Ten days later, a shift came and he met his mate. The man, thirty-two years old, also Mikhail, was just overjoyed when he took the crane from Mikhail in perfect order, saying that he and Gosha were constantly brawling about it. Gosh did not like his work, and in the trailer he had a constant mess. Mishka liked his partner too and, having given him a shift, he plunged into the bus waiting for them with a light heart and drove to the station in Nyagan, drove to the train station, where he received his first salary.

The next day, he was already at home, surprising and delighting his mother, so that he would come home in a fortnight. Sveta was also delighted, with whom they met now at night in the house of his aunt, who had left for the city with her family, leaving the house under the care of relatives. Met, of course, not every night, choosing the time when it was possible, and gossip that was not. But met and loved each other.

Life in general has been streamlined. When I really wanted to, but Sveta could not come, Mishka was not lost. Nearby was Lyudka, who was already three years old, when she began to take care of herself more carefully, fearing that otherwise no one would need anyone, so she looked at her thirty, with a tail of years, still very tempting. And she always gave Mishka with great pleasure, knowing that she would receive even more in return.

Besides, going sometimes to the club, where discos were often held now, he sometimes met his classmates there, married and single singles who were not against one-off meetings, usually ending up in bed or having sex, somewhere on the bench.

He had enough sex both at home and at work, where he, too, did not refuse one-time visits or non-binding sex. There were five females at work. With three of them, he also succeeded, by the way, on their initiative.

First, at work, was the cook, the rodent Xenia, who laid eyes on him as early as the first meeting, when he was just starting work. In the second his watch, she herself came to him in the trailer, bringing with herself a liter bottle of moonshine - the first meal, which she offered to drink for two. Low, plump, with large, strong breasts and a singing voice, she also liked Mishka, so he did not refuse to drink with her, having decided, however, that a liter for two, in the evening, it was a bit lax, and well aware that for a drink. Having organized a good snack, he took out the stacked faceted cups and poured it in the first portion.

- What are we going to drink, Ksenia? After all, with what you have come to me, what help is needed, so I am always happy to help you without moonshine. How beautiful you are.

- Oh! Not required, Misha, no help for me. Simply, I like you very much, so I decided to get closer with you. And this thing with horilka is better.

She said in her singing voice, so beloved by Mishka, and slightly flushed, becoming even prettier from it. - Lonely me, Misha, can you nogolubish me.

- What, and there is no one at home? I can not believe something. You're a very attractive woman.

- So it turns out, who likes, does not pay attention to me, and climb, with their drunken and snotty love, those who don’t need me for nothing. Let's drink, Misha, it will be easier for me and you to talk about it.

- Well, come on, for you, then. I personally want you to be happy, I like it so much when you smile, that's how it is now. It would have kissed you on your beautiful lips. For you, Ksenia.

They drank. Moonshine was so strong that Mishka caught her breath.

- What, Misha, never drank a real Ukrainian gorilka? - Xenia asked, seeing his red face and open mouth, with which he eagerly grabbed the air.

- The first time I try such a fortress. But good, tasty, damn me.

- So I liked it, then maybe one more. Or first you kiss me on the lips that you liked too.

“Better kiss,” he said, hugging her and sticking to her lips, “it's even tastier than your moonshine.” - And he again seized her lips with his own, gently pressing her to himself and stroking the back and lower his hands.

- Oh, how delicious you kiss, Misha. Nothing, because I'm ten years older than you. I came to love you today. Judging by the kisses, you know how to do it and I am glad of this occasion. Come on, have a glass, Misha.

They drank again, ate and hugged. Mishka untied her robe and threw it open, he dug his lips into her large and soft breasts with their nipples so large, on the big brownish circles around them. He pulled one nipple in, then another.

- You, like a calf to the cow, stuck, but I also like it very much, Misha.

- You have such delicious and smell so nice. Oh, Xenia! Let's go to bed or something. I want to feel all your, such a gorgeous body, your own. I want to love you.

He laid her on the bed and hastily undressed himself. Ksenia spread her legs to the sides, revealing a cleft, which Mishkin's member immediately entered to the end. Squeezing her into bed, feeling her gorgeous body and breasts underneath, Mishka made the first push and Xenia groaned:

- Oh, Misha, it hurts even, you have a big one, it turns out. Do not hurry, darling.

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