Here, in brief, what she told me. For two hours we chatted with her. Then her roommate called somewhere, and we said goodbye. They didn’t agree about repeated calls, but said goodbye, if not friends, then good acquaintances. Accordingly, further communication support was implied as something beyond doubt.

Completely reassured by the conversation, I reached Kiev without hindrance. Solved all the cases, examined the samples of the goods. He phoned his partner, made a decision online. Following the meeting, I signed an agreement with the supplier, and, without stopping, moved back. By ten in the evening I got to the house. Took a shower, had dinner and, tired of a difficult day, fell down "on the side." Marinke wrote a polite wish:

“Good night, beautiful. Sweet Dreams".

I did not wait for an answer, and began to fall asleep. A little later, already through a dream, I heard the phone put on charge, szhuzhal SMS-ku. If I didn’t know from whom the message came, I wouldn’t wake up. But the reason was valid. That's why he licked his eyes and read SMS. Frustrated, he put the cell phone aside. Wrote Tanya, one of the old girlfriends. A lover of active nightlife. Invited to catch up to the club on a notable "tus", if not busy and not sleeping.

I was busy with rest, so I sent everyone, mentally, along a known route, and began to return to a deep, healthy sleep. Did not work. The second message made me regain consciousness again. “This is probably already from Marina,” I thought.

Read it. Sighed. Put the phone aside. Now, a friend was pulling prowess “for girls”. And in the same club, and, I suspect, at the request of the same Tatiana, who has certain types of me. The trouble (her) is that I don’t have views on it. Due to the fact that although it is not stupid, but let's say, the outlook is not particularly wide. Presnovata, boring, and tricky to communicate. "Fuck" - an option that is necessary. What we successfully do and periodically.

But for a longer conversation with this lady I was missing. I don’t want to tell her directly about this. She does not deserve such an insult. Therefore, I have hinted to her more than once that our relations will not be able to go further than friendship, even if I start thinking up a bachelor life. But she thought, either she doesn’t get through, or she pretends not to get through. Although, I am most inclined to think that she simply does not want to lower her hand. Perseverance is the quality necessary and commendable. But not in this case.

He looked at his watch, almost one in the morning. For the third time in a night I attempted to plunge into sleep. And again the same trill. Marina's room, finally. I read:

“Und gute nacht zu dir, gut aussehend. Siesindschoneingeschlafen? ".

"Joker, blah," - I think to myself. I swear, and climb into the search engine, for the address of the "online translator." I score the text, I get the result:

“And good night to you, handsome. Are you already asleep?"

He replied that I was not sleeping. For the German language promised to punish. I added a smile; ”)“ so I didn’t understand, and again I didn’t fall into melancholy. Then he got out of bed and went to the kitchen to the refrigerator. The night did not bring life-giving freshness and coolness. The air became so hot during the daytime that even after sunset the thermometer did not drop below +30 Celsius.

Once again, I promised myself tomorrow to buy an air conditioner, but in the meantime I saved myself as I could. He took a can of beer, uncorked, drank. The reply to the message came rather unexpected:

“If you also punish like yesterday afternoon, then I will only speak German and will talk to you;)”

Oh how! Not long the music played, as they say. I am writing to her:

"In the courtyard the moon rose, I decided - and come?"

She replied:

“I can't speak rhymes. Just say that I decided, and would come.But not at night. Now I can not leave. The girls will not lag behind later, and Oksana will understand exactly where I was carried. I do not know how to lie.

My dream disappeared like a hand. Marina, for an inexplicable reason, began to attract me to her as if there was nothing between us yesterday. Having got acquainted with her closer, I wanted her even more than the day before, when she had a cancer tied in the middle of the living room.

Feverishly stumbling from thought to thought, instantly piled on a few lines:

“Again you are breeding me, and in the morning you will say that you have been delirious in writing.”

She did not think long:

“No, no, I won't tell you! I swear We talked to you today. I listened to the inner voice and realized that he no longer says that I am an abomination. I was good with you, and I want it to be even better. ”

I was overwhelmed with emotions. I didn’t give a damn about contradicting myself by getting involved in a lengthy telephone conversation:

“If everything that you write turns out to be true, I will be the happiest man in the world. When will we see each other? ”

Marina hesitated and unsubscribed:

“And how are you working tomorrow?” I am completely free for the next two days. I'll come when you allow. Only Sergei did not immediately invite, if possible. Let's meet together for a start? I am ready to experiment, but gradual. "

I was delighted with the looming perspective. He told the girl that for the sake of such a case I would release all day. He offered to call her in the morning. She politely refused, and replied that she will come. The reason for refusal did not specify. And I decided not to insist. Once disown, then there is an adequate reason. At this, she herself offered to say goodbye until tomorrow. Arguing this with the fact that roommates are sleeping sensitively, and her phone is loudly clicking the keys. We wished each other good night, and "went to the caves."

The next morning began extremely early for me. About five o'clock at my door knocked hard, ignoring the huge bell button that was at eye level. While I woke up, I realized that they were knocking, not only annoyingly, but also with my feet! I pulled on my shorts, and rushed to the door, with an expressive desire to fill someone's face. On the way, I grabbed an aluminum baseball bat, selected when he was a student in a drunken brawl of “wall to wall” format. Swinging the door in advance, opened the door, but did not have to hit.

On the threshold stood a drunk girl in the trash. Dyed blonde with curly hair. It was Tatiana. She rested her hands on the door jamb so as not to crash down, and continued, by inertia, to hammer the air with a graceful leg in a no less graceful, high-heel shoe. However, the pin was no longer on the shoe, but was lying at the door. Given that Tanya did not buy cheap clothes, after twelve hours she was bitterly disappointed. Expensive shoes could be carried in the trash right now, not postponing it indefinitely.

As already mentioned, she did not immediately realize that the door was open, and there was nothing to bang into. The blonde threw her glass eyes at me, smiled drunkenly, and squeezed out of herself with a tangled tongue:

- ABOUT! Kirilenko! And I am to visit you ... (we always called each other by family name, even in moments of intimate closeness).

Then she hiccupped shortly, and, silently, fell forward. I managed to pick it up in my arms, with a metal ringing, throwing the bat aside.

- Ay – ai – ai, Loboda, ai – ai – ai !!! You fuck up so: huh? Why the hell had turned to me in such a state? - I chided the girl, dragging me into the bedroom. She lashed out in half-forgetfulness to the ravage about the fact that she could not remember her address, only she remembered and called the taxi driver. I laid her on the bed, took off her shoes. He pulled an ultra-short, dark-blue dress over his head, leaving the girl in a set of exquisite underwear of the same color and black stockings. Falling asleep, Tanya threw her slender legs to the side, giving her one more crazy moveon, dreamily, stretching out into the intoxicating dvolsky laughter:

- Kirilenko, you can fuck me, but do not be offended if I fall asleep.

- Ugh, on you, Loboda! If you come to your senses, I'll take the “code” (I covered it with a bedcover and went to the bathroom for a basin).

- Hey, Loboda! It will be sick - the pelvis around ...