and took the stroller. Having exhausted the topics of conversation, they hesitantly trampled around her. He said that he had a meeting, and began to say goodbye. I shook her hand, smiled and walked away. She rushed after him and stopped, closing her mouth with her hand, looking at his receding back. - This is he, well, the one you are ... So run after him soon, talk to him ... And then he will disappear again for a long time. Lada ran, the screams of children sounded in her back. She froze and looked at them in confusion. - Run to him. Do not worry, I will call the driver, we will get. They have nothing to worry about, you will always return to them ... Lada ran for the retreating Andrey, as in her youth on a date with him, as if there had been no these almost 7 years of separation. Having caught up with him, who was walking as though deliberately slow, she grabbed his arm and, without saying a word, dragged him to the parking lot. He silently ran after her, without pulling out a hand. She opened the car door in front of him and shoved him there. - Are you kidnapping me ?! - he joked. Struggling with the desire to cry, she did not answer him and hastily started the engine.

At the door of her apartment, bought a long time ago, on the outskirts, she hugged him tightly. She was afraid that he would not embrace her without raising her hanging arms. He embraced and stroked her on the back trembling with crying. Leaning against the wall in the corridor, he sifted and kissed her hair, and spoke. A few years ago, a year after their separation, he met the BM administrator at the company. He recognized him and, having got drunk, sat down. He told the whole story of the persecution of Lada by a rapper, how he forced everyone to help him, how the whole group knew about it, how some felt sorry for Lada, as they saw her throwing for the sake of keeping calm of his boyfriend - him, Andrew. As BM specifically set up a girl in front of him, so that they broke up, and she would have gone to him. How Lada suffered, and everyone noticed this, too, although she hid it. Finally, he called Andrew a fool. He told how, having learned this, he came to the BM club the next day to talk with the “unhappy” Lada. How I waited for them and watched as they were happy and cheerful, embracing, walked to the door. Then he saw through the glass doors, as if they had kissed each other and dispersed in the locker rooms. He no longer sought meetings. - Have pity on me, I ask ... - Lada whispered, unbuttoning his trouser belt and pulling his shirt out of his trousers. He raised her face, looked desperate, as he had a last look and kissed.

Holding her arms and legs tightly, Andrei, she did not let him go, even when he had finished. He has changed. A young princess no longer lay under him, and he was not afraid to hurt or offend a young pretty woman. He came out of her, but she pressed his head to his chest. “You will break my neck,” he joked. - Once in six years you can. For six and a half, even more, - she clarified. Having calmed down a bit, she questioned him. He was not married, lived with a girl a little older than Lada, lived well. She spoke briefly about herself, with almost nothing concealed.

Firmly embracing his head on his chest, not feeling his weight at all, no longer crying, she painfully regretted what she had lost. In the endless pursuit of the ramp lights. For comfort. For pleasure. To fame. She had almost all this, but HIS was not there. And it is unlikely to be. She understood that she could not offer him to live as she had long been accustomed to: deceiving everyone and without any remorse. Knowing the viciousness of her usual way of life, she was afraid to give a hint about him now, not wanting to be considered a hypocrite in his eyes. And he was silent, offering nothing. “I'm sorry, Lada, that everything is so stupid ...” “I stayed there ...” she said thoughtfully, passionately wanting him to understand her, not being able to convey in another way how he is still dear to her. - Where is Lada? Where? “There, in front of the club’s doors ... in the fall ... with you ... on the asphalt," she repeated like a spell. Raising his head, he looked at her. - And I stayed there, Lada, with you ... And she began to cry again.- Why are you? So many years have passed, she reproached. - It happens, Lada. I have not met anyone better ... Scheherazade! - he suddenly remembered. Somehow bitterly happy, but happy, she reached out to him And he to her.