The message came a bit at the wrong time. I was just going to a meeting with a business partner. Development strategy of our company to discuss. The resulting information completely knocked me out of a rut. What the hell is the strategy now, if the hurricane in the pants raged. It was necessary to calm down and take control over their emotions. Let even positive. Slowed down to buy a mineral water stall. I drank cold. I put down my fantasy, and typed in response:

“Marinka, hello. Glad you wrote to me. Let me type you a little later and discuss everything, ok? I don't like long telephone conversations. ”

The answer came not immediately, after about thirty minutes. When the meeting was in full swing. I quickly ran through the eyes with the text, and hid the phone. It was useless to write something to her, given the content. The girl sent an agitated, pessimistic report on the topic “Woman is a Mystery”, with a whole battalion of unnecessary dots:

“It won't work out later, I'll be on the exam. Now I'm not ready to speak psychologically, I risk losing consciousness ... I can only write ... I do not know what I found today when I sent you a text message. Blurred some ... How could I even offer this? Nightmare! A shame! Forget about this shameful rush, if you can ...

I just didn’t sleep all night ... I was excited, recalling what happened. She was horrified at what she allowed you to do with herself ... It's a shame to confess, but for the first time in my life I masturbated last night. Even more embarrassing is the fact that my ass participated in this process too ... This is some kind of madness ... I actually kissed the boy for the first time just three months ago! And now it immediately!

Now I’m losing my mind about all this ... I got confused in thoughts and feelings ... I avoid Oksana’s society. (Especially for eroticspace.info) I do not know why, but I am very uncomfortable in front of her ... I thought that it would be easier if I offered you to meet. But as soon as I received the answer from you, I realized that I simply could not bear it ... I am terribly ashamed ... But it will take several days, and everything will pass, like a bad dream. I believe in it, at least ... Forget me, I beg! We'd better not communicate ... If you call, then don't be angry that I am dropping the call. This is not because you are unpleasant to me, but quite the opposite ... Sorry again that reminded me of myself. ”

At the end of the working meeting, during which a decision was made on my trip to Kiev to meet with our supplier, I swam out into the street, reflecting on the message from Marina. At first I decided to forget about the SMS, as if it hadn’t been her. He drove home, took a shower, changed his clothes. I did not dine, it was too early, and I felt that a piece in my throat would not fit.

I decided not to hesitate and leave at once. Dine on the track was not a problem. After half an hour I flew with the included, to the full extent, “KissFM”, in the direction of the capital. The music that rumbled in the cabin was designed to divert thoughts from Marishka, but she could not cope with the task. Something hooked me this girl "for the living." I was overwhelmed with the desire to calm her down, express words of support, maybe even apologize. How not cool, but I was to blame for her emotional breakdown. I did not think that what happened yesterday would turn into such a psychological pit for the girl.

A few more minutes of reflection, and I pull over. I turn off the radio and dial its number. She folds, which is quite expected. I line her with the message:

“Marin, pick up the phone, I'm just talking to call. Friendly, without reference to

to the past. Believe me, you will feel better. "

I call again. The result is the same. I type the second text:

“Marish, I myself am very uncomfortable with the fact that you feel so bad. I did not think that you would be so worried. Answer, please, I want to hear you. ”

I am waiting for a couple of minutes, instead of a reply message, the incoming call melody is heard. I look at the screen - the number is not hers, but I feel that it is she who is calling. (Later it turned out that, like most students, it contains several numbers of different operators, in order to save money).

I accept the challenge:

- Hello.

In the tube is a familiar hoarse, but expressive, girlish voice. Contrary to expectations, not agitated, and not sad. Although it is felt that peace is somewhat played out:

- Hi, Sash. How are you?

- Hello, Marish, ok, how is she? What are you doing panic? (I laugh, so that the voice does not sound judgmental).

- Oh, Sash, excuse me, please. I invented such a thing, such fear came up. And then my experiences also shifted to you. I'm sorry, huh? I am fine! Fair! I have almost calmed down.

I understand that the words are expressed forced. Parenting and pride do not allow the girl to continue to suffer in a telephone conversation. Carefully move out of the topic:

- Well, if so, then I will calm down. Is everything all right?

- Exactly - exactly, calm down! I'm so embarrassed for my behavior ... Although it is nice that you did not freeze. Thanks for attention. And where are you? What are you doing? (The girl obviously wanted to go to a neutral conversation).

- I am going to Kiev, on the affairs of the party. Are you at home already? How's your exam?

- Which party?

- Yes, this expression is from Soviet times. Do not pay attention, I'm kidding. But in Kiev really food.

- Aah! That's what I'm stupid! So it is on the exam today (laughs, the mood has definitely improved due to the fact that I am not in the city), it collapsed with a crash. The instructor said to get enough sleep, and in three days to come for a re-take.

- So everything is correct! Everything is as it should be! Do you know that taking the first exam of the session at the first attempt is a sign of bad taste? The student is obliged to get the teacher, to burn the dean's office, to suffer the assessment, and to wash the record book with tears. And then wash again, but in a hostel, and something alcohol. And, of course, in the company of classmates, with a guitar, with songs, dances and an obligatory scuffle.

Marina laughed heartily:

- You're lying all! There is no such tradition!

- So what, what not? But you already smile, and make me happy with a ringing laugh.

Further, the dialogue proceeded in a friendly way. I tried to give him a satirical tone, with a touch of harmless flirtation. Retell the whole conversation, literally, it makes no sense. Let me just say that in place I have not stood. Put on the bluetooth - headset, and slowly, rode on.

In the course of the conversation, we strengthened the common language found earlier, and became close. She told mostly her. I mostly asked and listened. She was born and grew up in Kirovograd in a family of ethnic Germans. On the paternal line, even a noblewoman from the Habsburg family appeared. This name didn’t say anything to me, but it sounded very cool. The father, however, despite the aristocratic origin, turned out to be a scoundrel. He left his family when Marinka had been for about a year, and washed off to his relatives in Germany. There he remarried, gave birth to offspring, and to this day lives happily ever after. Marina herself is not angry at him. He says that you will not be forced by force. I just fell out of love with her mother, and did not torment myself or her.

Two years ago, she crossed the social network with her half-sister Margarita. Language barriers to communication is not experienced. Mom, a German teacher, taught three languages ​​at a time from childhood. Therefore, she does not even know which language is more familiar to her. Russian, German or Ukrainian. Margarita became a kind of bridge through which relations with the Pope were established. Now they communicate with him almost every day via Skype.

Her father, to his credit, helps her with money, sending five hundred euros each month. But she does not spend this money, she puts it on the car. She said that she had almost gathered up the one she wanted. In Germany itself has already been twice. Last summer and winter at Christmas. The new family of her father took her very well, even offered to transfer to a German university. Schneider is a senior working scientist.He promised that he would agree without any problems. But Marinka refused. He considers this step as a betrayal of his mother.