Bitterly! - Phew, heat, - said Andryukha. - How long are they still there? I shook my shoulders all the same, lost in my own thoughts. Despite the early time it was really stuffy, the July sun was starting to get hot and it became clear - Saturday would be a match for the whole week. The groom did not leave everything, he always dug like a girl going somewhere, which we often laughed at. - What's up with you? - continued to bother me my buddy. - How came the funeral. - Andryukh fuck off. - there was no mood to talk, and even less a mood to explain something. - Got it, got it. - he raised his hands with the air of a surrendering man, and began to laugh away from me.

He was a great friend, we went to school together, trained together, then went to college to one department, got fucked together, shared fun pizdyuli to our debtors a little later, together we deprived our beloved girls then lost it then). I do not know how it turned out, but Andryukha always appeared where he was needed. Eternally laughing, never resilient, a crest born in Russia, became my real brother.

Andrei approached the others, and immediately joined the conversation, and I was left standing alone with my black thoughts. Today my companions decided to unite their hearts - Vadim and Alice. I can not say that our relationship was very strong, but I received an invitation to the wedding, quite unexpectedly for myself. I’ll be back in history for a while ... I met Vadim in the first year of the institute, a calm, well-balanced guy, a sportsman, and we became friends with him on the basis of sports. Often there were joint parties of our friends, one of them in my life and she appeared - Alice.

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“Ladies and gentlemen, the equator has been passed, I congratulate everyone on the successful completion of the winter session,” said Zhenka raising a glass, everyone met his toast with glee, and when the glasses were ringing, the alcohol went to its destination.

I didn’t like to drink, I don’t like it even now, I don’t like the state of the body in training after alcohol. And then he sat with a glass of juice, symbolically raising it in solidarity with the rest of the company. "Equator. “- I thought to myself. - “well said, and the middle of the school year, and the middle of all our training, the third year after all”. Time flew, the people got drunk, muffled moans came from the bathroom, Nataha was never able to hold back, I thought with a smile. Andryukha was rubbing something about football at me abruptly switching to cars and back, I was amused by his drunken intonation and the kind of professor on the face of a grated boxer and I pretended to understand him, although I had already lost the thread of conversation. Svetka hugged me from behind, drove her hands across her chest and stomach, and also pretended that she was listening to Andryukha, although I felt that her movements became more intense and her breathing became uneven.

A good girl, simple and without any problems in her head, we have been friends with her for two years already, and we were friends for the first one and a half in the most literal sense - we walked around the city, wandered through museums and movies, often sat with me or with her at home watching movies or delving into the Internet. I was amused by her small stature, these long light brown hair and the scattering of freckles with which nature rewarded her, I could watch her gray-blue eyes for hours, and I especially liked to look at her lips when she was telling something. I experienced strange feelings for her, it cannot be called love, but I had some kind of physical need to protect her.

I have never been distinguished by any knight features, and was, as it seemed to me, still a rather cynical person, I never experienced any contradictory feelings when others were bullied at school by the weak.So at first I watched how they cling to this little mouse (so I nicknamed her to myself when I first saw her in front of an audience, small stature, modest clothes and big frightened eyes). Several times we exchanged a few words of study, and from the teachers' conversations I already knew that Mom brought up Sveta, but their father was a firefighter, he died while performing his official duty. When that turning point happened in my head, I never noticed, and I can't remember even now, but for some reason it suddenly became not a stranger to me. I looked at her differently now, maybe she noticed it, and sometimes a sad smile flashed on her face when our eyes met.

That day the last pair was a laboratory work in chemistry, it was already dark outside, December came into its own. Lech Kovrov joked his obscene jokes distracting the rest, the people were giggling, the girls were embarrassed smiling, the nerds were not distracted, and I had already watched for 15 minutes in the Light how she carefully wrote in her notebook, and periodically looking at the microscope with a funny eye with a second eye. The lecturer left at the beginning of the pair, leaving us under the supervision of a young lab technician who also laughed at Lehi's jokes. From the first day I didn’t like this guy, too cheeky, too arrogant, boorish, but he never touched me, at the meeting he respectfully was the first to pull his hand, and so I just tried not to pay attention to him. Kovrov got up from his seat, took a pointer, and walking around the audience in a bad voice showed the teacher. He poked his pointer at those who are weaker, they smiled stupidly, others laughed. The little mouse was bent over the microscope, I did not pay attention to the general fun admiring it. Kovrov, bypassing the audience once again, was beginning to annoy people, the nerds were just as silly and obligingly smiling at his pokes, and passing by, smackily slapped on the bottom of Sveta. She instantly straightened into a string and turned to him, her face burned with crimson paint, tears glittered in her eyes, her lips treacherously trembled, she tried to say something, but it was evident that she did not have enough air. The audience exploded with laughter, something inside me exploded too, adrenaline banged in my head and the world froze. Get out of the chair, two steps forward, unfolding Kovrov by the shoulder, I see a contented smirk, two short left strokes to the sun and liver, he falls, his face is distorted with a grimace, I want to beat him again, but something interferes, inhale and exhale, bloodlust falls down, I hear the words of Andryukha who is holding me, the audience is silent, I see a frightened lab technician, I see a sobbing little mouse. Said Andryukha to let go, he saw that I calm down, loosened my grip. He went to the Light and took his hand out of the room; I remembered the groans of Kovrov’s pain in the absolute silence of the class. I took her to the window, the corridors were already empty, she looked into my eyes and poked my nose into my chest and sobbed. For some reason, that moment was touching for me, I was not breathing and was afraid to touch the Light, which seemed so fragile to me, that if I touched it, it would crumble in an instant. That evening I spent her home, she was silent all the way, funny kicking lumps of snow and not looking in my direction. I gave her a bag at the entrance and went home without saying goodbye.

The next day, we chatted with Andryukha during the break, he, as always, cheerfully told something, then stopped off and started looking somewhere for me, I followed his gaze and saw Sveta. She looked cute as always, neat and modest. Looking into her eyes, she said in a very serious tone: “Thank you” and turned around and left. A smile flashed in my eyes, but maybe it seemed to me. Nobody tried to hook the mouse anymore. Kovrov the moron still joked his stupid jokes, still more obsequiously pulling his paw upon meeting and tried not to look at Sveta at all. And we began to communicate more and more, gradually becoming attached to each other. After a year and a half, she gave me her virginity, but this is probably another story ..

Now I want to go back to that party.Half an hour passed, Andryukha went to the balcony arguing with some of the not very familiar people about sports and healthy life, Sanya Antipov the golden voice of our institute picked up a guitar and occasionally wetting his throat with a sip of beer ...