I dedicate this story to one of my most loyal readers. Gentle and passionate, refined and seductive, infinitely loyal and implicitly respecting my wishes to the girl. I cannot name her real name, because she is tied with sacred bonds of marriage and is known enough in certain circles. Therefore, I will appeal to this person in the name given to me by me once and for all. Delilah, it's about you. And you know what exactly I thank you for this piece.

This story happened on one of the first days of my stay in Ukraine. I even remember the date well: August 29th.

... two days before.

Having spent the eighteenth birthday surrounded by relatives, the next day, in the evening, I stopped in a hostel. According to the well-known laws of living together, he was immediately “exposed” to future classmates for settlement and dedication to the fraternity. The rite for yesterday's “abitura” is, to a large extent, costly, but completely inevitable. However, not devoid of their charms.

I rolled, in general, a feast, almost to the whole world. They were drinking grown-ups, they drank vodka with beer, and lit cigarettes. Snack, at first, was also. But the eternally undernourished students instantly turned it into a piece of food, and by the end of the third glass they stumbled over the food to hell. But the fact that no one particularly darkened. They drank only in the name of a drunken stupor, and not for the sensation of the holiday.

That evening, the darkness of the darkness fled to my drunken flame, but there were catastrophically few familiar faces. A roommate, and a few guys from among the arrivals to study at the same time with me. In connection with the earlier settlement, they were “exposed” one day earlier, so I was not completely overwhelmed with this matter. They watered the people, and I had to pull the strap alone. Although, these were utter nonsense compared with the costs that I encountered in the future student life.

In terms of tuition and accommodation in a dormitory, three skins were being dragged from us, as from foreign students. But some benefits, nevertheless, were available. A settlement of two, for example, in contrast to four (and sometimes six) people per room for the local population. It was very convenient, although it was three times more expensive than usual.

I shared with a guy named Maxim. Max came from Alma-Ata, studied in the fourth year and had a reputation as a womanizer known to the whole district. Therefore, it is not at all surprising that a dozen girls and a half from the upper floors fled to the “celebration of life”. The hostel was a mixed type. No one was divided by gender. They lived together, to whom, where they like.

In the midst of drunkenness, about ten o'clock in the evening, I met Alena. Pretty pretty brown-eyed brown-haired girl who immediately indicated interest in my person is stupid, but intrusive chatter. For some time, the girl fired at me with unequivocal hints of further solitude and completely inappropriate stories about the ex-boyfriend. I am still struggling to understand why the hell she was talking about them, but I can’t find an adequate reason.

Probably, this should have been interesting from the point of view of admiring her ladies' charms, which acted as a magnet on young people. However, as practice has shown, her ladies' charms turned out to be a complete bullshit. They were not enough to prevent my complete surrender to the "green serpent." Intriguing intimate seclusion with this Mademoiselle, I preferred the autopilot, keeping me up to bed and, following this, completely frozen, restless sleep.

The next morning I did not immediately find myself on the bed. I did not immediately realize that he was wrapped in a blanket with his head, and, obviously, not mine, since he was sleeping dressed and did not spread the bed.He tried to wake up several times, but the results of the applied efforts turned out to be very pitiable. The head was buzzing and splitting. The tongue in the dry mouth was obviously not familiar to me. The heavy aroma of fume probably must be fragrant in my felt cocoon in all its glory, but I didn’t feel it at all. It was a nightmare in reality, one of the most powerful hangovers in my life.

Finally, I braced myself and pulled my mortal body out. He sat on the bed and stared at the next bed. On it, in an embrace, a couple peacefully snuffled, in which Maxim and Alain, who found the same use for their magic charms, easily recognized themselves. On the floor, like the owners, in an embrace, crumpled men's swimming trunks and women's panties were lying around. A little further, a bra was found at the kitchen table littered with empty bottles, dirty disposable dishes and other garbage. Obviously, in a fit of passion, he was torn off the very first and thrown aside for further uselessness.

“WelcometoUkraine, Sanch,” I thought to myself with skepticism, and slouched on my wadded legs to the table, intending to find there a means of sobering. Scanning the countertops did not bring encouraging results. In addition to a pack of "Chesterfield" with three cigarettes on board, there was absolutely nothing to profit from. Rummaged through pockets in search of money, did not find a ruble, sorry, no hryvnia. Only PrivatBank card, but ATMs at that time were quite rare, and they did not stick out of the walls of buildings at every corner. To the nearest of them, it was necessary to make a decent trip, which was not possible, due to the failure of most of the navigation equipment. It was easier to crawl out into the corridor and dolanut a couple of kopecks on the foam bottle from one of the new neighbors.

- Well? Nothing to undergo treatment? Did everyone gobble up? - came the hoarse girlish voice from the bedroom.

“Clean up,” I turned to the sleepy, attractive face of Alenka who came to his senses. She looked at me from behind the bed, lying on her stomach, and looked very un-presentable.

- I have a liter of “Obolon” ​​in the room. Maybe you go up to Zhanke? Tell me that for me, she will give, - the brown-haired woman suggested in a painful voice, rolling her eyes tiredly. It was evident that she does not feel much better than me.

I looked at her inquiringly, because I had no idea where to stand and who this Jeanne was. Alyona understood the dumb question and, without going into details, squeezed out of herself:

- Room "747", Zhanna Sviridov, she is there alone, you will not be mistaken.

- "747"? Jeanne? Stewardess, or what? - I joked.

Judging by Alena’s blurred gaze, the joke was not recognized and, therefore, not entirely successful.

“There is such a plane,” I began to explain for some reason, “Boeing 747.” The most famous of the "Boeing." “Brokeback” is such, in all the bourgeois films it is always shown. Plus the song at Presnyakov - the younger one is “Stewardess named Zhanna” ...

Alyona’s view did not accept the necessary expression of mutual understanding, and I threw this thing as dead as I was stupid. Silently, he turned around and went to the seventh floor for a saving liter of beer.

For a knock at the door for a long time did not open, and I really thought that they would not open. But the lock, nevertheless, began to move, lazily snapped and the door opened slightly. Instead of the announced Jeanne, a shaggy sleepy guy in self-made denim shorts and with an earring in his left ear was found on the threshold. He stared at me blankly until I asked Jeanne.

- Zhanka, this is for you! - He shouted, turning around, deep into the room.

- Who? - there was a creaky, not coughing since morning, voice.

- And I know? Get up, look, - shaggy answered irritably.

“Ask who and what is needed,” the invisible Zhanna did not stop, obviously stubbornly unwilling to get out of bed.

“Fuck, Jeanne, the man came to you, go out and talk to yourself,” the young man freaked out.

With a discontented mumbling, a figure resembling a ghost emerged from the twilight zone created by tightly drawn curtains.Jeanne was wrapped in a sheet pretty blonde, who had a completely unhappy appearance. Red from lack of sleep eyes gave out the cause of her condition, and the presence of a shaggy guy in her bunk was the immediate cause of the recognized lack of sleep ....