Leah woke up from the bright sunlight, stretched out her legs, tucked in, and coughed.
- Ёbana shortness of breath. Less to smoke and live longer. - She mumbled asleep and, pulling a mobile phone lying next to her, looked at her watch. - Well, cho, good morning.

Somewhere alongside, the truckers were quarreling, discussing something in Russian swearing and preparing to devour.

- To eat ... - Leah dreamily sniffed the smell of grilled sausage.

Having risen with cancer, fumbled shorts and a shirt, a bag of toothpaste, brush and soap, got dressed and crawled out into the light of God somewhere near Rostov-on-Don.

- Fuck, - coughing, cough pill was nursed in the first-aid kit and, holding the handle from the cup in her teeth, looked around.

There was no water, it had to be dialed and it could only be dialed at the traffic police post. There you could shit, piss, wash and ask for boiling water for coffee.

- Zdarova, beautiful maiden! - the cheerful laughter of truckers galloped across the lands of the rich Rostov lands.

- Yeah. And you "Zdarova." - scratching his back, growled Leah.
- What, will you go next? Here is a girl without a tower.

- No, so here before retirement and stay. - and Leah stumbled to the DPS post, presenting both a cup of coffee and a toilet, to which she was now striving.

There was about 10 meters before the post, when Leah realized that something was wrong. Netakom were crazed eyes of three DPSnikov, changing the expression from "Cho for fucking?" To "Right now, I will kill her and eat".

- Hey, you cho, fuck? This cho for na?
- Hear, goat, you have not come up, huh? What the fuck is this? Uh fuck

- So, I did not understand, where are you?

- Well, fuck out of here, and then shoot!

- Hear, Shmara, fucked out of here fuck. - and to Lia stepped three fucking heroes with machine guns at the ready and with fucking faces.

- What's wrong? - Leah was scared and immediately loosened and piss and coffee in the morning. - You ... what are you doing? All right, all, I'm leaving. Do not hit. Do not hit me, uncle!

From the last words uncle flinched.

- So, slut, now you will quickly, very quickly go away fucking suck on, where you sucked all night.

Leah was surprised.

“Is everything all right with you?”

The next second, one of the DPS staff dragged her to the booth. Yes, right by the hair and the drag and only by some miracle Lia did not lose all her soap and shaving accessories near the Moscow-Krasnodar highway. Together with a mug.

- Fucked up. - said Lia. “What the fuck are you talking about with women ...” she didn’t manage to finish, because she flew into her mouth ... no, not dick. Some kind of gag.

Strong male hands hugged her around the waist and the bright green eyes of the DPSnik lit up with an unkind light.

- Now I will fuck you.
- Damn, and he is handsome. - somehow thought out of place Leah thought. - I wonder is he married? Fuck, right mom said that I'm a fool ... And if I do not stink from my mouth? Oh, ept ...

Dpsnik was really beautiful. Black hair, light skin and bright green eyes with record long eyelashes.

- And what eyebrows. - thought Leah. “Why didn't I see him yesterday?”

While Leah was thinking and looking at a sudden drop on her ... hm ... a handsome head, the DPS unit undressed her, managed to undress himself, handcuffed her to the battery and barked someone to the door:
- Until I finish - do not poke your nose.

Behind the door zagogotali.

DPSNIC looked surprised at the dark-haired, dark-haired, curly girl who, in theory, should have been afraid and resisted, but instead, with obvious impatience, she was waiting for something, looking at such a long DPSnik dick.

Aggression handsome somewhere gone.

- The cognitive dissonance. - thought Leah.

- Not understood. - thought DPSnik.

He came up, put her hands on her chest, squeezed his hands. Leah closed her eyes. Confidently, in a businesslike manner, the man searched the entire lin of the body, without missing anything, not a single bulge or hollow. I slipped my fingers into her pussy (yes, I hate all sorts of holes, pussies, and scribbles) and, with my thumb, pressing down on the lin's clit, clutched her hair with my other hand. In the hair on the head, if cho.

Leah groaned. And Dpsnik groaned. And then he fucked her. So delicious it fucked her that fucked up just. With such a direct drive, a feeling that straight "Eh". At all. Oh, mdya. Wow, how did he fuck her! He probably never fucked anyone like that. And his, probably, too.And since then, he probably has never been so fucked up with such a high.

As that battery shook, you had to see it. Oh, how jealous and jerked the rest of the DPS standing outside the door into the trash can.

Handsome finished after Leah. Finished with some brutal roar. And, in principle, Leah, too, would have finished with a roar, but the gag prevented her.

- It is a pity that you fucking. - catching his breath, said the green-eyed DPSnik and pulled the gag out of his mouth.

- Why would I fucking? - Leah offended.
- Listen, let's not, eh? Get out. Those two ... if you want, they will fuck you.

- I do not want. - Leah got dressed.

- Your drove left, I guess.

- Maybe he left.
- How much do you charge?

- Fucked. - tiredly said Leah. - It is said that I do not fucking.

- Who? - DPSnik fastened his belt and was about to leave the room.

- Hitchhiker food. On the sea. I have a tent in a ravine. In the evening, as I laid it out, I came to the post to drink coffee, I agreed that you can spend the night until the morning near the post. They said that it is possible in the morning to come hot tea or coffee to drink, wash.

DPSnik eyes stopped, glazed, almost fell out, looked okhuevshi, dead, frozen, in akhue.

- What? He whispered.

- I'm going. Stop Until Utrish. From Moscow. With a backpack of 100 liters. I spend the night in a tent. Yesterday...

Dpsnik grabbed Leah by the shoulders and pulled him close.

- What? ... Come on, show.

Still holding her by the shoulders, pale, he dragged her out of the room and dragged her into the street. Those two who remained behind the doors stood still by the wall when they saw his face.

The post was a ravine. In the ravine was a tent. Her tent.

“Her ...” he wanted to die this second. He regretted that he did not die that very moment.

Two of his colleagues stood silently beside them, came quietly. All understood. Faded.

- My name is Victor. This ... - he fumbled in his pocket. - ... the keys to my apartment. This is ... - he wrote on a scrap of notepad sheet. - ... my address. Get ready, they'll take you home to me. Take back. Wait for me. I beg you, wait.

He said the last words to her somewhere in the head, hugging her. He knew that when he returned, he could not find either her or things. He knew he would deserve it, if that was the case. He knew that the worst day in his life is today, because for almost a day he will only think about her and that he does not want to lose her. He also thought about what he would give in the face to those assholes from the last shift, who, leaving early in the morning, did not tell him about her.