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At the very beginning of June, Irina went on vacation. As planned, the father and son sent her on a tour of Europe. To come out cheaper ticket purchased at the Moscow travel agency. First I had to take a train to Moscow from my native Krasnoyarsk, with a reserve of two days to see the city, Irina had never been to the capital, and from there by plane already abroad for two weeks.

They would have gone with the whole family, but his son was in the school for this period, final exams began and he had to prepare for the entrance examinations. Irina could not transfer her vacation. The work schedule was very tight in her firm, which was engaged in home appliances. Irina was in charge of logistics, and just by the beginning of the summer, sales were falling. At that time, she was released on leave without damage to the company. Alexey, Irina’s husband, didn’t wait for her, and didn’t worry much about his trip, didn’t take responsibility and prudence from her, everything else was an ambitious woman and could soon be promoted. Simply put, any difficult situation resolved quite easily.

The train left at 8:15, there was not much time left. The family stood on the platform. Mom hugged her son and kissed him on the cheek, saying that he would not miss much and wait for souvenirs. Then Irina hugged Alexey and kissed her on the lips. The kiss of his wife seemed to Alexis especially sweet, and his arms so warm and gentle. Because of regret that she will not be around for a month. Irina felt sad too, but she was overwhelmed with joy, the expectation of new impressions of the trip, she was impatient to look at Moscow and Europe. She didn’t take a lot of things with her so as not to drag. One luggage bag, where basically there was clothes in which she would walk on tour. Compact laptop, with music and movies, so as not to be bored on the road. Cell phone and ladies' bag where they were, money, documents and tickets.

It's time for landing, and Irina went to the car. Alexey watched her, admiring his wife. Out of habit, she got dressed approximately in what she went to work, Blouse with flower coloring, skirt, the color of coffee with milk, to her knees, emphasizing her graceful waist. Flesh-colored tights and white shoes with a heel, on her cute legs. Hair, dyed in light color trimmed under the caret. And what was her posture! Andrei could not help admiring his wife.

Irina entered her compartment, threw a large bag on top of the luggage space, waved her beloved one last time and the train started off. The trip to Moscow was about four three days. Irina turned on the music on the laptop and lay in her seat, watching the window rush past the house. In the compartment except her no one was.

A few hours later, the train stopped at an unknown station and a man of about forty came into her compartment and introduced himself as Igor. Igor was fairly well dressed, gray suit, it is clear that it is not cheap, and white silk shirt. He was neatly trimmed and gave the impression of a friendly person. Irina also liked Igor. Like any normal man, he immediately paid attention to her big enough breasts. And a very attractive, round ass like women have after giving birth.

The first evening was not talking much. Irina read Dovlatov, and the neighbor mostly looked out the window. Then they went to bed, and in the morning Igor brought himself and Ira hot tea. And he said that she must look out the window at the landscapes that they pass. The scenery was really beautiful.

By lunchtime, they talked. Irina learned that Igor was going, as she was to Moscow, but for work she was a regional representative of one of the Moscow companies. That he has two beautiful daughters of 11 and 16 years old, and a beautiful wife.Irina also said that she has a 15-year-old son, whom she gave birth at the age of 19. She told me that she was going to the Euro tour, she wanted to see the world. Talked a lot about. Igor turned out to be a pleasant conversationalist, with a good sense of humor. Having talked loosely, Irina stared out of the window, and Igor began to play solitaires. Lay it out for quite a long time, finally, Ira was interested in this process. She also knew a couple of solitaires before. I began to ask what was the point, how to lay out the cards, as a result, Igor taught her. Then, to avoid boredom, several times spread to the "Czech". In her student years, Ira sometimes played with friends. And so it happened when we went to visit friends with my husband.

Igor had an idea, he knew that at the next station, to which the train was approaching, they would sell delicious pies. And he offered to Irina to play the fool, whoever loses, he goes to buy. Ira felt the excitement and agreed, the more Igor lost. Then they played, who goes for tea, tells a funny joke, goes to the conductor with a stupid question, etc. It was fun, and Irina won more often. Her ambitions grew in her eyes, she was pleased to realize how smart she was and how superior she was to her opponent in the game. But the last party, in the evening, turned out to be after Igor, which at least somehow compensated for his defeats. He made sure that Irina read before bedtime a short tale from her book, which it did. In their game, men and women could see flirting, which Irina enjoyed. It was nice to communicate with an intelligent man, and not with some anxious lumpen. Ira fell asleep in a good mood. The day was fun. And tomorrow night they were already arriving in the capital.

Ira woke up in a good location, Igor brought tea again. Then they had breakfast and stared out the window. Ira got the idea to finish this acquaintance beautifully. She offered to play on, then who will go and buy a bottle of wine in the dining car. And again, Igor lost. The wine was not that good, but it gave her head, Ira felt a slight euphoria and absolute security. They continued to talk about everything but a little, about the trip, about the children, about Moscow.

Igor's phone rang, he picked up the phone and disconnected after a short conversation. Irina especially did not understand the models, but she liked the phone, and she asked to look. He was obviously expensive, more expensive than hers, and looked better.

- Like? - Igor asked.

- Yes. - answered Ira. Although the phones are not particularly sick.

- Then let's raise the stakes. Win it with me. I put my phone on yours.

Ira's eyes lit up, an interesting intrigue arose. Her phone was much worse, so the bet was more profitable to her. And now she just lost her phone. Light excitement ran through her body. The excitement intensified, and even a slight excitement appeared. Igor offered to put her laptop for her for two phones. Ira was sure of her victory, she was as focused as possible all the game, but in the end she lacked one trump card. Irina's excitement intensified, from such an unexpected situation again experienced excitement. Did she not fully understand whether this was a joke or a truth? Ambitions did not calm down - I play well, I could not lose. - Igor again offered the bet, all the won things and his phone, on her travel bag and what lies in it. Ira's heart pounded, she wanted to return her things, but was afraid to be left without everything. Dizziness appeared in the head, a lack of understanding of what was happening. And I also thought maybe this is just a joke, just a game. And Igor was already handing out cards. Irina mechanically, without realizing it, as if hypnotized took cards in her hands. Thoughts ran in my head, hop from wine, disappeared somewhere. Irina lost this game. Andrey put the winnings in his bag already, in front of a fellow traveler, and left the compartment with her. Ira remembered that the bulk of the money was in the inner pocket of the bag.

Igor returned ten minutes later, without any load. By this time, Ira came to her senses, and in an exciting calm voice, asked where he took her things.

“In a safe place so that they don't embarrass you,” he answered calmly.

“Give them back to me, please,” Irina said with a shiver in her voice.

- I can not return them to you, You lost them. If I lost, then mine ...

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