It was ten years ago. At that time, I found myself a street kid in the slums of Cosmopolis. My parents were shot in street battles, and my life was disgusting, like a trash can under which I lived.

A lot of strange tales are walking in the outskirts of Cosmopolis ... One of them stuck into my poor head so much that it became an obsession. In my sleep and reality, I was thinking about how to get to a distant planet on the edge of the Galaxy, collect living water from a wonderful source and be able to resurrect my parents buried in a mass grave in the Three Generales Square ... Where is this source, I did not know, but He firmly believed in his mission and could not think of anything else. What else did you expect from a boy of thirteen?

To the edge of the galaxy went spaceship. A ticket to it cost as much as we, homeless children, did not even dream of after a hearty lunch, and I set out to penetrate him like a hare. Twice I was caught, beaten, I sat in the station, washed the toilet bows to the cops ... and for the third time everything turned out differently.

Then I managed to break through the checkpoint. Two cops were chasing me ... I was running and thinking about a young woman with sad eyes that I saw in the lobby of the spaceport. She ate the cake and gave me a half. I didn’t fling like a dog, but gave it like I was her younger brother or nephew. The cake was with pineapples ... "Such beauty sometimes happens," I thought, recalling a thin, tall figure with golden curls to the waist. "What will she think if she finds out that they caught me?"

I wanted to get into the luggage compartment, but got lost and ran, as it turned out, to the first class cabins. I was already stepping on my heels, a steward was waiting for me in front of me, arms spread ... and suddenly I saw HER.

She stood in the door of the cabin and looked at me. I ran, as if announced, by - but she suddenly caught me, dragged me into her cabin and slammed the door, which immediately began to shake with a rumble.

- Madam, open up! Open immediately! In your cabin is a criminal! - the cops yelled, and the girl pulled me to the table, put some paper, a pen and whispered: “Write your name. Here. Quickly!"

Without thinking, I did as she said. The stranger grabbed this piece of paper, walked to the shaking door, opened it ...
- What's the matter? Here is our ticket.
- How? But madam ... this boy ran through the checkpoint ...
- He is late. What, now he needs to be executed?

The girl spoke calmly, even though I saw how worried she was. My mind refused to accept what happened. “She gave me a ticket? Why?"

Soon the cops left, the girl slammed the door - and we were left alone. She looked at me with curiosity, and the farther I went, the more I was lost from her gaze and her beauty.

There was something strange in it, some kind of X, a mystery ... I felt this oddity even then - when I was treated to her cake and looked into her eyes for the first time. However, in those days, any beauty was for me an X and a mystery.

She was tall, two or three heads taller than me — well, I was a real Karapet then, a meter with a cap. She was dressed in an expensive black cape, over which flowed a golden stream of hair, sparkling like a hologram. Her face, as I saw him at that moment, is still in my eyes: long, with a thin nose and large sad eyes, with a small, tender mouth and thick eyelashes, so fluffy that they seemed like stamens of some unseen flower .

Both her chest and her figure ... well, you understand me. She was a real sexbomb, adult and blooming, like on magazines that we, boys, carefully picked on trash cans. From the proximity of such a creature, I caught my breath.

We looked at each other for a minute or more. Then she asked:
- Well? Now everything is all right?
“Why are you ... why did you do it?”
- And what, it was not necessary? Is it better to be devoured by these bulldogs?
- Bulldogs? What are bulldogs?
- Never mind. Which very bite. Sit down

She gently pressed on my shoulder, and I sat on the bed, and she - in front of me. A thin, pinching scent of perfume flowed from it, and I suddenly realized that it was a stink of garbage from me. I blushed, and she said to me:
- I just realized that you need to fly. Very necessary. I understood correctly? That's all. I just had an extra ticket ...
- And what about your ... companion? I'm in his place? ..
- There is no companion. I just love to fly alone, that's all. I bought the whole cabin, and then I saw you. You say better, what is your name? Me - Annabel. Call me Annie ...
- And me Gorgodambor! - I spoke proudly and, seeing how Annie's face stretched out, hastily added: - Call me Gore.
“Well, here we met,” smiled Annie. - Hello, Horus!
- Hi, Annie! Why did you just let me in like this? But you do not know me! Suddenly I did something bad and run away? Suddenly I'm a thief? Can you be imprisoned for being with me? - I rattled.
“In fact,” she said almost seriously, “what if you have a diamond suitcase in your bosom?”

Her lips suddenly stretched into a smile, and we both sprinkled.

“I just saw your face.” Still there, in the spaceport. I think you are the right guy. Not one of those who can do all sorts of nastiness. Maybe I am mistaken - although in general I am rarely mistaken.

She was already my idol, and I trusted her more than ever and no one except my mother. Choking with gratitude, I told her my cherished secret - about the living water, which will revive my parents.

Annie listened to me, and her face grew sadder. After listening to me to the end, she said, looking into my eyes:
- Gore, you were deceived. There is no living water. This is a fairytale.
- Not! You're lying! - I choked.
- I'm not lying, Gore. They lied to you. You can not revive those who died. I know it.
- Not! You're lying! I will revive mom and dad! I will find living water! You're lying! - I shouted. Annie looked at me seriously and sadly, then got up - and suddenly took my hand:
- Come on, let's go ...
- Where? I will not go! Where are you taking me? - I yelled and rested. Annie led me to some room adjoining the cabin. She was as strong as the devil himself, and I dragged after her, as I used to be behind my mother.

The room was a shower. Not paying any attention to my screams, Annie began to undress me. I was screaming and kicking like a wild stallion, but Annie unpacked me powerfully and carefully, and I soon obeyed her, howling with resentment. A minute - and Annie pulled off my pants with my underpants. I stayed naked. Small, naked, stinking peanut - in front of a beautiful woman ...

Among other things, I was terribly ashamed. And for the stench, and for the naked pisyun, who jumped up in front of Annie, like a gun. No woman has ever seen me naked. And I have not seen naked women - only in the pictures ...

Annie turned on the shower.
“Now turn away,” she said, pulling the cloak off of her. My heart sank ...
- Yes? And you did not turn away, by the way! Who allowed you to undress me? So I will not turn away! I will not! I will watch! - I shouted, still turning to the wall.
“I turned away,” she objected, rustling her clothes. “I only looked ... well, THERE I DIDN'T watch. So all is fair. Do not peep! She said, noticing how my eyes were squinting. - Well, come on! ..

She pushed me into the shower. Hot streams flowed through me, stunned, stupefied, penetrated into me, dissolved into my heart ... And then Annie, big, naked, took soap and a sponge - and began to soap me with her caring hands. Gently, carefully, like mom used to be ...

I squinted at the pink nudity, wide open in front of me, and softly howled. I was ashamed ...