Written on the basis of Wirth
Mikhail Ivanov and Belochki

Autumn. November. Cold dog with rare glimpses of sunbeams on the surface of the pond. The first snow sweeps nature and soul. Mother and father give their beloved son and heir a resort voucher to an expensive elite sanatorium. The father works in the administration, so he is allowed such a rest.

He did not want to go at all. He and his friends made plans for this period of time, which did not include resorts and recreation ... But there is nothing to do, he is involuntarily, dependent on his rich ancestors, gathered a sports bag and backpack, got on the bus and on the road.

The boys and girls who traveled with him were annoyed by their stupidity, incompetence, primitiveness. With difficulty, restraining himself, Michael looked out the window of the bus, watching the speeding landscape of the metropolis.

Oh, finally, come! 10-storey building with two buildings connected by a glass air corridor. It is meaningless to describe the external and internal parts of the building, since there are no words that can convey the price of the expression ELITE SANATORIUM to the average person.

6th floor. 603rd number. Double. Together with Misha, Roma is settled, who wiped his snot on his clothes, offered to play the fool in a glass of water, shuffled his legs disgustingly. Roman beat Mikhail on the second day of living together and began to live alone.

The days lasted like weeks, weeks like months ... His soul, thirsting for entertainment and debauchery, howled from the inside with the howl of a wild coyote. From nothing to do, he began to look for any outlet that could give the attainment of peace. Walking along the corridors, visiting discos, swimming pools, saunas, baths, massage rooms did not give pacification.

Until he met her on one of the cloudy evenings ...

Little girl Short haircut. Flaming red hair. A white blouse. Short black skirt opening tanned hips. Smooths nervously, the path of tears in his cheeks in half with mascara, fingers tremble. Mikhail crouched beside him and looked into his tear-stained eyes. No reaction. At the age of 25. Growth meter sixty-sixty five. Beautiful "Hey, what are you doing?" ...

She looks up in amazement. In front of her is a tall guy with a beautiful figure.
- Nothing ... did you go somewhere? here and go ..
She sniffed and turned to the window

- Someone offended you? Hey, what are you doing? Stop it. I’m not guilty of your tears ... Well, enough ... - Misha quietly put his hand on her shoulder.

She tugged at her shoulder, dropping her hand. She looked around from head to toe. And he is nothing. It was evident in the face that she was upset that he found her in such a state.

- Where are you from, gentleman?

- Rest in this hole! 6th floor, 603rd room! And where are you from?

- Wow ... and I work here! with the smallest, on the third floor. Well, you said a hole ...

With a sinking heart, he looked at how his lips moved, revealing an even row of fox teeth. Eyelashes fluttering with butterflies brushing off drying drops of frustration.
- True? Here? Nurse? Wow, things ?! Hole, why? Because I feel lazy here! Get up, I take you

- I’m a tutor here ... Well, let's go. Just don't take the elevator? Until we come, even tears dry. Why do you feel bad here? I like! There is something to do ... although I have little free time

Behind one of the glass doors the chords of a slow dance sounded.

- Wait! Disco! Come on, let's go! There is just a slow dance ...
They entered a flashing neon hall filled to capacity with dancing couples. Slowly thinned their ranks, allowing them to take a place in the center. Misha took her right hand to the waist, left to the back, pressing her close, confidently leading the rhythm of the dance ... Eyes to eyes ... her lips parted A sharp tongue now and then appears outside and licks parched lips ...

She blushes, it excites men's hands at the waist, for some reason, the impudent studying look does not repel. From the proximity of the body, everything dries up in the mouth.He dances well, she notes to herself, I wonder how old he is? From the palms it is so warm that it spreads over the body and its legs begin to tremble ... Suddenly, she remembers that a button came off in the morning on her blouse and she was too lazy to sew. Slightly mows his eyes ... So it is !!! ... The hemispheres of the breasts slightly look out of the cut. We must somehow leave.

He noticed that her look for a moment detached from his. Having traced his trajectory, he in a violet reflection of a laser notices a gap in his blouse and a piece of light skin. Quickly returned the gaze to the place and met with her eyes. She, having understood that the boy saw her jamb, lowers her eyes shyly, and again turns pink ...

She has the impression that he is looking at a section. We must go, the tutor probably lost it, in time it is time for the babies to sleep.
- What's your name?

- Michael.
- And I Kate, - she was embarrassed.
He looked attentively at the embarrassed girl and somewhere suddenly gathering. In the course of the dance, he found out the reason for her bitter tears: 1000 rubles fell from one devil, she picked up, did not ask whose, but spent on some nonsense. Someone saw it and whispered to the rooster about who found him. He hit her, almost with fists, demanding the return and threatening to report that she stole them. Misha confidently held his index finger on the chin:
- I propose two solutions to the problem: either I break this foul nose, or we go to my room, I give you this 1000 rubles and you give it to him. Well? Choose

Everything inside her went cold. None of the options are not satisfied. But it is necessary to choose the lesser of two evils. A broken nose threatens to be accurately dismissed, and it is not known whether it will take another good place to work. Why did she say !!! ... Cold sweat pierced her from head to toe. We must make a decision. How scary to go with him !!! This confident, insolent gaze, this hand that touched it and the confidence in its impunity.
- Let's go out for a smoke? - Kati's voice trembled from the tension. She just needs a pause, so much thought jumps. Need to calm down. Maybe while we smoke the solution will come by itself and the way out will be found.

- I do not smoke. Wait, come here ...
Mikhail easily pulled her to his waist, his lips joined his lips. Without penetrating the inside, he runs his tongue over dry, rough lips, slightly biting and massaging them with his teeth. No one sees them, the laser light does not penetrate the base column. Mishka suddenly felt himself dissolving into music and a kiss. He broke away from her, his upper lip was lying on her bottom, his teeth were hooked gently on the edge, his tongue twisted around the velvet

Her heart slammed shut by unexpected caress. Like a current pierced from the bottom to the top, exciting and forcing to obey his hands. Breath strayed and it seems that the roar of the girl's heart is now heard throughout the hall. No !!! ... It's not her !!! But his hands embrace his head, and his tongue penetrates his mouth, a hot desire covers her ...

Mishkin's palm slips into the gap of the blouse, sweeping gently along the ribs to the shoulder blades, and from there to the waist, lingers for a moment at the skirt of a little skirt, quickly overcomes the unsteady barrier and lies on the hot buttocks ... nail picked up the cotton of her tender panties and the heat burned the tip phalanx ...

Katya looked at him with wide eyes: Oh !!! Mama!!! what is he doing !!! Her face flames and burns, the heat engulfs the body and spreads in the lower abdomen, causing her legs to squeeze. She is so confused and does not know what to do! I must tell him ... but how? Adult aunt and kid ... and tell him that she has never had anyone yet? We must somehow break away from him and leave ... Yes! At first she shook her head decisively ... but ... then he would break her nose to that ... God !!! what is she to do now ??? ... The body does not listen and trembles demanding the continuation of caress, wanting his hands and kisses ... She pressed her back to the wall, stronger, more ... forcing ...