Alexey was nervous. I was very nervous, but some kind of instinct told him that this time everything would work out. He poured the pills out of the opaque bubble onto the kitchen table, grabbed them again with his hands, sniffed for some reason, even though they didn't smell, and Alex knew that perfectly well. "The formula was correct," he grinned to himself, "A formula for success." Alexey was proud of himself, - not every man manages to make a woman change the way he wants. He was sure that everything would work out this time, and he intended to test the cherished formula on Christine. Christina was the girl Alexey had been meeting for the last six months. To some extent, he was attached to her, but this was explained by the fact that she, as an experimental rabbit, had already experienced previous versions of the formula. Well, perhaps today her taster career will end.

At dinner, Christina was very talkative and lively, in a good mood, so pouring more wine on her was not at all a difficult task - she did not resist at all. When Christina was finally absent from the table, Alexey immediately threw a pill into her glass, breaking it into several pieces for better dissolution.

“Honey,” flushed Rosy Christine sat down at the table again, will we go after dinner to me?

Alexey mysteriously smiling said a long ornate toast, ending his call to drink to the bottom. Christina readily drained the glass and began to coo again about the plans after dinner. Having heard cooing, Alex decided to act.

- Kisa, maybe dessert? - Alexey suggested, and the anticipation of triumph came close to him, he even forgot to breathe for a few seconds. It should be noted that Christina did not just watch the figure. She followed her with German thoroughness and spartan composure, and the word "carbohydrate" was the most terrible curse. At that only will not go willing to return to the podium.

Mm, Christine's silly eyes widened. - Probably better still salad.

Kristina, to the great satisfaction of Alexey, did not wait for the salad. Disregarding the rules of decency, she dragged pieces from his plate, even, it seemed to him, a little growl. And how pretty she ate the salad and didn’t give up on the always rejected chocolate dessert.

Alexey triumphed. He did not yet know what results the formula would give after several weeks of use, but the beginning was overwhelming. With such an appetite, very soon Christine’s aristocratic thinness will give way to more feminine forms, her legs, long and incredibly thin, will be even more pleasant to push, when they become rounder, habitual jeans will be covered with and pulled back by a new appetizing form, but Alexei calmly prevented these fleeting fantasies. and indifferently respond to the next coo:

“We're not going anywhere, honey.” In general, no longer meet.

He was truly as calm as ever. To test the success formula, a clean object was needed, and Christina was already fed up. “I am 40 years old at the end,” he thought. How much can I think of others. It's about yourself. ”

***

At the other end of the big city, Anya was packing. I collected, like all women, not according to the principle “that one cannot do without,” but that “that I may need.” It turned out, then she cannot do without everything, including an apartment. Gleb was rubbing alongside, getting underfoot and hands, making it difficult to concentrate.

“Son,” Anya shouted, “you can even collect your own things, a healthy forehead, as many as 12, instead of making it difficult for me to gather.

- I have already collected - Gleb frowned, frightened by her mother's sharpness.

“What is it about me, Anya pulled herself up,” he was already having a hard time, his father was recently buried. He loved him, probably. ” To think about love Ana was somehow unusual. All the years of marriage, she loved well-being, her husband loved procreation, and her son loved his father.Now, it turns out, Anya herself needs to take care of love. Such a bad luck. Well, at least about the well-being is not necessary, accounts, funds and proxies will help. Therefore, she promised herself to try to be a good mother and somehow distract Gleb - take him to the sea.

“My good girl,” she said tenderly, holding Gleb close to her. The boy's head buried in her chest, but Anya did not see anything reprehensible in this. - Pour something cold for us to drink, and I’m almost done. She almost did not cunning - luggage, full of evening dresses, expensive designer sundresses, skirts and weightless T-shirts, already occupied half of the corridor. Anya was set up on new acquaintances and entertainment. No wonder she took her friends with her. Galya and Marina were called to take care of Gleb and make the company to Anya - in turn. Not too friendly, but Anya knew that the girls would drink and have fun at her expense, so she didn’t have any remorse.

Gleb galloped off to the kitchen, and Anya shook a few laundry boxes on the bed. Dropping her robe and remaining a silk nightie, meticulously examined herself in the mirror. For 34 years, Anya looked simply stunning - a full third-size chest, standard legs, waist and arms - are objects of special pride. In thought, looking in the mirror, Anya put various sets to herself, wondering if they would be combined with a tan. Behind the open door loomed Gleb. He held the camps in his hands, but did not hurry to enter. Mom was busy with the business, which promised to go into fitting. Gleb was all agitated by this thought. Thin silk fabric adjoined to the body completely loosely, and this made the full breasts look even more teasing, to which Gleb, of course, had a long time not infantile interest.

- Glebushka, - Anya noticed him, - that you brought a tasty one, come on. He held out his mother's glass, and stared at the pile of linen.

- Take it - the boy suddenly suggested to himself, pointing to a beige set with lace.

- Yes? Why - Anya became interested.

“You will tan, and this is almost the same color as the body,” the son did not dissemble.

“Good,” Anya agreed. - And what else to take? Rummage, choose, and I will find swimsuits.

Gleb approached a pile of cloths and ran his hands into a pile of bras and panties. He laid out things in sets, trying not to represent this whole arsenal in action, then selected some of the most beautiful ones, but his look.

- Hmm, everything is so open - Anya smiled.

- So summer - Gleb painted an innocent smile. - It's hot.

- Ok, I'm sold. And how many swimsuits to take? Five? Six?

- Mom, we are going for a month, and not for life.

- Well, really, you have become quite big with me, you say. As in the last issue of the magazine they wrote - one for swimming, one to sunbathe, and the third one - to be photographed.

***

At the airport, it suddenly started to rain and the usual queue to the ladder turned into a crowd of people dissatisfied with their fellow citizens. Everyone was in a hurry to get into the cabin as quickly as possible, as if not water, but at least acid, was dripping from the sky. Alexey imagined such an apocalyptic picture and smiled broadly. “Forget it,” he told himself. The next month you are not a chemist, you are a businessman, a banker, a successful lawyer, or someone else there, you will think of it on occasion. And forget chemistry. Well, except for the formula for success, of course. " Behind Alyosha, a curious company quietly cackled — three early-middle-aged aunt and a teenager. Everyone did not like something, and of course, it was drizzling rain. From the breadth of the soul, Alex made a step to the side and showed with a gesture: pass, they say, an air coach was filed. Two even thanked, the third did not condescend, but Alyosha was not very interested, - even a regiment of inhospitable aunts could not overshadow his good mood. Benefit at the resort had to count ...