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In the ship’s bar, as usual, before the start of work, there was a lot of excitement. Here, six of the twelve gathered, making up the crew of the "Lunar Miner". Before the station goes into a given orbit and hangs over Argonis, before work begins, every hour of which had a cost of several billion credits, men and women could miss a couple of cups, chat and laugh. Bartender doctor John Dennings used to perform the functions of a bartender, he was very clever in his work with bottles and glasses, and he knew a lot about good cocktails and would never have trusted them to make the device.

Antonio Scordi and Alberto Alvarri are located in a small zalchik in front of the bar. The first was an Italian of very attractive appearance, even unshavenness went to him, ideally combining with the aristocratic features of his face and noble profile. But he was not an aristocrat at all, rather he even belonged to the lower classes and worked for the "Lunar Explorer" as an ordinary deck guard. By the age of 29, he did not achieve anything special and did not aspire to anything special. Antonio was quite satisfied with what he was doing. That is, in fact, nothing. Bypassing the decks could hardly be called a serious occupation. But according to the charter, each spaceship with a crew of more than ten people, was supposed to have in its composition of security guards and on the "Lunar Staratile-6" there were already three of them. But unlike Antonio, who once started a bouncer in bars, his colleague Matt Brody was a real military. By the age of 30 he had served as a lieutenant, and apart from patrolling the decks, he was also a military spacecraft. However, Matt was not in the bar now. Alberto Alvarri, a Puerto Rican, was sitting next to Antonio, a 37-year-old mining engineer specializing in all kinds of ores and natural gases. It was on his qualifications and professionalism that the quality of the booty was taken by the “Lunar Stareler” to go home, and this, in turn, affected the bonus of the whole crew. So the attitude towards the engineer was respectful, and he, in turn, carried out the work conscientiously. Always spotlessly shaved, neat in everything, the Puerto-Rican was calm, polite, courteous, a pleasant conversationalist for everyone. But at the same time, he did not have success with women and could not boast of a large number of victories on the love front. And this is despite the fact that under his direct supervision two very attractive girls in all respects worked, with no one bound by obligations and in terms of sex not constrained by excessive prejudice.

The first 25-year-old blonde, noisy, cheerful with a lively glitter in her blue eyes was called Sandy Langton. Her girlfriend, 22-year-old Asami Yano, was a little more restrained in expressing emotions, but sometimes it happened that a Japanese woman grabbed too much alcohol and disinhibited her so much that Sandy already seemed the epitome of modesty and restraint. Whatever it was, both young women loved men and sex and today the new head of security service, Senior Lieutenant Igor Kravtsov, became the object of their close attention. But he attracted to himself not only because he was on the team with a new face. Being a native of Vologda-3, he truly embodied the bright, charismatic image of an Aryan Slav, a kind of epic hero.

It is almost two meters tall, very broad shoulders, the whole figure is well-knit - a combination of tremendous strength and energy. Facial features are correct, pleasant and at the same time manly tough. Eyes piercing blue.Look tenacious, but calm, exuding confidence. Haircut for military short, but it was clearly visible that the hair color is light brown, closer to the light shade.

Igor was 34 years old. He was born, as mentioned above, not on Earth, but on Vologda - 3, where earthlings came from that part of the mother planet, which Russia was called, an independent colony was founded, which became part of an OFZN as a strategic ally.

Everything else, Igor was also surprisingly pleasant to talk to a person. Fifteen minutes had not passed before everyone gathered in the bar and he came there for an acquaintance and managed to win over everyone’s sympathy. In Sandy and Asami, this purebred male caused not only sympathy, but a very specific desire.

Sitting in chairs a little farther from the bar than the others, they quietly discussed Igor, to whom he told something to other men, and those, mouth open, listened with surprise and enthusiasm to him.

“Fucking gorgeous man,” Sandy said, gliding over Kravtsov’s figure. He was wearing a black tank top, which opened to the shoulders of his muscular arms and pants in purple-white-black camouflage colors. His legs were shod in high army boots, polished to a mirror shine. “I swear I'm wet between my legs.”

- I agree, with you, - Asami watched Igor as closely and did not really lick. - I wonder what he is? Hefty or ...

“He's normal, I think, like real men,” Sandy snapped. - and not like those monsters that you love to watch on hologram-video.

- What do you have against my favorite video? - the Japanese woman was indignant.

- Yes, you are so passionate about all these monsters with giant hera, who raped beauties, that I already begin to worry about your psyche.

- Come on! By the way, very exciting!

- What excites? Like some slim octopus stuffing tentacles into all holes of screaming bitches? Or, like a juvenile durochek rushing hairy gorilla-like creature?

- You don't know anything about anime porn! This is art!

- Yes, of course! - Sandy snorted. - Art is when you are planted by a cool guy, a real hot and lively dick between your legs and cuts you off so that you stream and scream like crazy. And these your octopuses, larvae and other stuff, I personally just vomit cause.

“Well, I’m not looking for any monsters, but I’m fucking normal peasants,” said Asami. - And I love to do it no less than watch anime porn.

“But you talk so enthusiastically about the monsters and their ... Hmm ... virtues, that it starts to seem to me that you dream of something like that."

- Maybe I dream! - a Japanese woman challenged.

- And when you fuck with a man, can you imagine that some two-meter-high-eyed shrimp is rushing you?

“Sometimes, I imagine someone more terrible,” laughed Asami.

“You're sick,” Sandy concluded. - Sick on the head bitch.

“And you’re anxious bitch all the time,” the Japanese woman answered her tone.

“Yes, hormones are playing, their mother is like that,” Sandy nodded. - It would be more likely to start work already.

Igor suddenly headed in their direction. The girls' hearts first stopped, then jumped to an unimaginable height. He hung over their table, put his hands on the edges.

- What are we arguing about, girls? - he asked good-naturedly and charmingly smiling.

- We are discussing here one Temko, - responded more resolute and brisk Sandy. - Argue about the merits of anime.

- Seriously? - Igor sat down on the empty seat at the table. With all his appearance, he expressed interest. “Listen, have you watched the latest edition of Dawn of the Demons?”

- I was watching! - Asami exclaimed, amazed and delighted that besides her anime is interested in someone else. True "Dawn of the Demons" did not belong to the genre of porn, but for the Japanese it was not important.

- Listen, I did not understand, that’s where the main character is ... Er. uh ... how is it?

- Meridax?

- Yes, Meridax! Is he...

“He destroyed Midor with a pae spell!”

- Seriously? And I thought it was a spell ... like his ...

- Sin-do? Not! To them, he only broke the psycho-shield of the demon.

- Well, now I understand, - Kravtsov nodded with an important look.

Sandy looked at them as crazy. Not only is she one animeshnitsy, so now the second has appeared. God, did this man, so startled and attractive, love all this animeshny nonsense?

For a minute, Asami left for the bar counter to grab three cocktails for herself, a friend and Igor. After that, she was counting on a long and interesting discussion with Kravtsov of the latest episodes of The Persecuted, The Shooting Stars, and of course The Dawn of the Demons. And there, you see, you can discuss such things as “Young depraved princesses”, “Alien invasion of the vagina” and “Depraved man-slug” as a beginning to the prelude.

Taking advantage of the fact that a friend moved away, Sandy asked:

“So are you really watching Dawn of the Demons?”

“I don’t even know what it is about,” he grinned.

- How?

- Well, heard the name. Saw a commercial. Glimpse.

“So what are you ...” Sandy said in amazement and stopped short.

“Yes, I wanted to make an impression on the girl,” he nodded in the direction of Asami, who was just putting glasses with a cocktail on the tray.

Sandy stared at him with bulging eyes for a couple of seconds, then burst out laughing.

- And you succeeded. She is almost ready to get into bed with you.

Then Sandy, suddenly stopped laughing and gazing at him, spoke softly.

- And I, too, do not mind.

“An interesting twist,” he covered her hand with his wide palm. - When and where will we continue our acquaintance?

She wanted to answer, but then a portable communicator came to life on Igor's wrist. He immediately became serious, relaxed, like a hand lifted. After turning on the two-way communication, a hologram with a picture of the station commander Pavel Danchenko appeared above the table. The commander was obviously worried about something.

- Senior Lieutenant Kravtsov, get ready for an urgent departure. A rescue capsule was found in sector 708-745. It is necessary to intercept and deliver on board. More complete information is already loaded into the central processor of your space boat.

- Yes! - Igor jumped up.

All the heads in the bar are now turned in his direction. Chagrin was clearly reflected on Asami's pretty little face.

- What to do - the service - threw Kravtsov and ran out of the bar.