Roma sat in his Mercedes and, with his eyes closed, listened to music. Heavy raindrops fell on the windshield with a thud. It was Friday, the working day was coming to an end. Suddenly the car door opened, and a guy flopped into the front seat.

- Hello Romanych! - the guy said cheerfully, shaking drops from wet hair, - are you so sad? - On the young man were fashionable jeans, loose on the hips and a white shirt. Her hair was cut deliberately sloppy, several strands fell over his eyes.

Roma opened his eyes and started the engine. He turned his head to a friend:

- Yes, so ... I think that's what the weekend to do. So far, nothing has occurred. - Leaving from the parking lot, Mercedes drove unexpectedly empty Kiev streets.

- Did you go to me? - The boy suggested, - I am going to my parents in the village, in three hours the train, you still have time to get together and get a ticket.

- Well, I do not know, Sash. Somehow uncomfortable, I guess.

- Come on, what are you? Go! You still have nothing to do in Kiev this weekend!

- Well, let's go, - Roma agreed.

...

The next morning, the guys got off the train and, taking a taxi, drove to the village. Fortunately, she was 10 km from the town. After breakfast, they began to make plans for the evening.

“My cousin's sister lives in my town,” said Sasha, “I can call her, I’ll say that I can take some girlfriend and go for a walk.”

So, at five o'clock Roma and Sasha were already in the city. The girls both turned out to be very pretty. Yana, Sasha's sister, was tall, about 170 cm. At once, her long hair fell below her eyes. She had a very thin waist, but her breasts were not particularly observed. In general, the typical model. As it turned out, the girl really was a model for some time, besides, she was engaged in dancing. Her friend Ksenia was a few inches taller and more curvaceous. Very showy girl. She had brown eyes and very light, almost porcelain skin. Her hair, also quite long, hung down to the waist, and their color was somehow impossible to determine. It was so chocolate, but at the same time it was reddish in the sun. Very beautiful. And in combination, hair, skin and eyes contrasted surprisingly.

The girls were 17 and both studied in the same group.

Young people began to meet and headed to the nearest cafe. They settled down at a table on the first floor. Upstairs you could see the girls, they sat and smoked, sipping coffee. Roma noticed how Xenia frowned when looking at the cigarettes in the girls' hands. Interesting ... So do not smoke. He started the conversation. The girl beat enough silently, listened more. Although he could not say that she was shy. It was some kind of very calm and confident silence. At the same time, he felt powerful energy emanating from her. No doubt she was passionate in kind. During the conversation, he was more and more amazed: intelligent, independent, sober-minded ... she was so different from all those high-colored dolls from high society, with whom he used to communicate! Looking at her, he noticed that she was dressed with elegance. She smelled faintly of some kind of delicate perfume, and there was absolutely no makeup on her face! He wanted to touch her clean and fresh skin ... He compared. He remembered those who woke up in the morning. He forgot them as soon as he closed the door behind them. And then I had to wash them with a sheet of plaster.

In the next story, Roma mentioned that he met with one soloist of a famous group. But besides his expectations, Ksenia didn’t ask who he was doing, what he said so freely about it. She was just surprised that such an intelligent and erudite man could choose such a fool for himself as a girl. Good lord Roma looked with all his eyes and could not believe that such girls really exist! At that moment he thought that he could marry her.

The guys offered the girls a walk. There was a holiday in the city, and tents with wines were in the central square.

- Maybe the fault, girls? - asked Sasha.

- No, thanks, - answered Yana.

- I do not drink, - added Xenia.

Well, that was too much! Intelligent, beautiful, sincere, so that even without bad habits! Roma suddenly thought that Providence itself had led him to this small town, where, he thought, there should be nothing interesting. Sasha also looked at the girl with interest. Although he in his youth could not yet appreciate the treasure that was before him, while his older comrade understood everything well.

“I have to go home,” the girl suddenly said.

- How? Already? - seemed to wake up Roma.

- Mom asked to be home at nine.

- But is it already so late? - time flew strangely unnoticed. It was already really dark outside, the lights were shining, “Perhaps you will call your mother and ask her to let you walk a little more?” Or is she already waiting on the threshold? - with a grin asked Roma.

- Parents are not at home, they left for the village until tomorrow, - answered Xenia.

No, it was amazing! Her parents were not at home, and she hurried home because she promised her mother! Roma could not tear myself away. He saw the sincerity of this girl, felt her trust in him. As it was unlike all that he had met before. He was accustomed to human stupidity, anger, cynicism ... but he could not believe that such a bright creature exists.

Sasha and Yana were still going to the movies, so Roma offered to take the girl home. She agreed and again, he saw it, without any ulterior motive. She just did not want to go alone in the dark streets.

- And how old are you? She suddenly asked. The question took Roma by surprise and he was embarrassed. Seeing this, the girl was surprised:

“You have a strange reaction,” she said, “is it really such a difficult question?”

After a moment's hesitation, Roma decided to tell the truth:

- Thirty-one.

Since Xenia did not comment on this, he asked:

- Does it change anything?

“No, no,” the girl shrugged indifferently, “although I would not give you more than twenty-six.” “You're eight years younger than my father,” she added cheerfully. Looks like she liked to walk with a man who her father would not have approved. Roma chuckled to himself.

“Here we are,” she announced, stopping in front of one of the houses on a quiet street where they had turned. The house was small, two-story, but very neat and cozy. They stood, not daring to say goodbye. Roma saw that she liked to communicate with him and did not want to go home at all, where she would have to spend the rest of the evening alone.

- Maybe ... you go for tea? - a little uncertainly asked the girl. He guessed that the uncertainty was due to the desire to spend a little more time with him and the fear that her invitation might be misinterpreted.

“Of course,” Roma replied, smiling.

The house was really very comfortable. They are located in a small dining room. The room was made antique. Under the ceiling were wooden beams, and clay plates hung on the walls. However, in the corner stood quite modern plasma TV. Roma was sitting on a small sofa near the wall, and beside him, putting his legs under him and sipping tea, Xenia settled down. They laughed a lot, talking about everything and nothing at the same time. It turned out that Ksenia traveled a lot. He himself visited quite a lot, but he liked to listen to her stories. And she said very exciting. She had her own view on all things, and at times he surprised him a lot. She offered to see photos of her travels. They were on the computer, and Roma followed her into her room. The room was ...