- Who are you, dear? A tired ghost approached me, with ill-disguised indifference.

- Are you Sviridov? - I grumbled grimly in response, angered by his headache and her dismissive tone.

- Well, I, why? - Joan answered a little more interestedly, smoothing her wavy hair behind charming ears.

“Then drive a liter of beer, we will otpaivat Alain,” I muttered under my brows.

“I see,” the blonde shook her head, pulling a plastic bottle of a saving drink from the fridge, “Where is this prostitute?”

“Down here,” I replied stupidly, and completely vaguely.

- Do you - this is who? - followed by a reasonable clarification.

“We have it on the fourth floor, at four hundred and forty-eight.”

- Here's a tatty goat, again confused with Ulanov? - gasped Jeanne, remembering who is there in the four hundred and forty-eighth room inhabited.

- Confused, not confused - I do not care, sort it out yourself. Are you giving beer or not? - I hurried her.

- Hold on, - the girl handed me a bottle, - Can you tell Alenka to get up or at least pick me up on your mobile? In my account - zero, not even a call is not enough. By the way, what's your name?

- As Alexanderiem was called at birth, so in the world, on this day, and magnify, - I joked much more friendly, blessed with a liter of cold beer.

- Hold, then, Alexander, another litrushku, personally from me. On mint face it is very noticeable that you yourself need to unsubscribe yourself first, ”Jeanne laughed at my Old Slavonic“ zakos ”, stretching the second bottle,“ Do you have to tell Alenka so that she can get in touch with me, frets?

- Yes, I will tell you, but you'd better come over to her. She is now planting a mug of beer, and gathering old yeast. And then it is unlikely that other issues will be of concern.

- Oh no. I and four hundred and forty-eight are incompatible concepts, ”Jeanne snapped.

- I see. See for yourself, then, you know better, - I turned to leave.

- Stop! - the girlish hail stopped me, - Then just tell her that I’m going to work in an hour, and leave the key on the watch if she doesn’t show up at this time.

- Isn't it easier just to pass the key through me?

- Would be the second - would convey.

- Do you have one for two? - I was surprised.

- And you at this drunkie take an interest, where she provtykala. We are looking for a second week, - Joan quarreled with her neighbor, although without malice.

- Here I have nothing more to do, just ask about the lost key. Look, - I shrugged my shoulders, - Ok, I'll go. I will give everything as you ask.

- Thank! - I heard after.

Then the door slammed shut, the lock clicked, and silence reigned, followed only by an indistinct electrical buzz and a nasty twinkling of a neon lamp, which was obsolete by a short century of service in the ranks of devices, round-the-clock corridor lighting.

Upon returning to the room, no significant changes in the disposition of things and sleeping bodies were found. Is that Max began to snore, and Alain tidied up his underwear. Now Maksovskie panties lying around the bed in splendid isolation. I called the girl offering to sip a beer. She waved a hand, they say, I will, but a little later, and crawled headlong under the bedspread.

“Our business is to offer, your business is to refuse,” I concluded, with great pleasure at once half a bottle of drainage.

After a couple of minutes, a wave of relief ran through my body, and I, suddenly drunk again, fell out into the corridor to smoke a cigarette. In general, on the floors of the dorm room to smoke, of course, it was forbidden. On all but the fourth, foreign. Given the cost of our stay, the commandants turned a blind eye to this offense. They pretended not to see, and we pretended not to smoke.A couple of times a month, however, the elder of "those who came in large numbers" was given a verbal reprimand, but he had absolutely no consequences. Formality in its purest form.

I squatted on my haunches, leaning my back against the wall, and diligently dragged myself on with bitter smoke. From the side, I probably looked miserable and probably resembled a planted narik. I did not have time to reach the first cigarette, and I had already lit a second cigarette with her - the soul, without ceasing, demanded poison. Eh, at that moment Antonina Yakovlevna, our classy one, who made up all the beneficiaries, would have positive characteristics for entering universities. Oh, and she would have written for the selection committee about me compliments!

Drunk thoughts interrupted the door to my room. She opened slightly and pushed Alain out of the way, not standing firmly on her feet. The girl sat down next to her, exhaling the question:

- Let's smoke?

“I will,” I drawled, deeply drawn again.

- What is your name? - asked brown hair, after a pause, - I do not remember a damn thing from yesterday.

I laughed heartily.

“You pasted me at night, calling to yourself.” And now you don't even remember the name?

- I? You? Can not be! - genuinely surprised girl.

- Yeah, can not, of course. And who told me that you and your girlfriend live together? Like, not worse than us, although pay at the usual rate. Who threatened to send her to the goods overnight, and I arrange a show?

- Seriously? Well, in principle, it looks like me, - Alain carelessly mumbled, - I was just in touch. And when I am in touch - fool chased. There would be no show, you drunk on me did not lead, if that. By the nose and I will not give.

- Yes? And to Ulanova, then with what joy did you give? - I grinned.

- Yes, I xs. Well, I say, I don't remember Nitsche, ”Alain dismissed the idiotic topic,“ Are you leaving me for a smoke? ” One bull, out, stayed already.

“Enough for you,” I replied, handing the remainder of my cigarette to the brown-haired woman.

“Jeanne left you the key on the watch,” I added, rising to my feet, and stepped into the left door, “Make a duplicate, or what?” Or change the lock.

The rest of the day, until the night, I prodryh a sound sleep. More precisely, almost fast-paced. One time, "cast", still rose. Maxim did not find. His bed was made, the mess in the room was partially eliminated, and on the bedside table there was a note written in the style of Maxim, an adherent of short and minimalism:

“Left. I will be the first. Call Max".

At ten o'clock, finally, he finally came to his senses and went into the shower. For some time I stood under cold streams, driving the last alcoholic vapors out of the body. Then he washed and shaved for the same amount of time. By twelve o'clock, finally, he brought himself and his living space in the proper form. What to do next - absolutely not represented. Naturally, I didn't want to sleep. It’s not an option to dig into a box. It’s boring to dig in the phone. Late at your neighbors at such a late hour isn’t comme il faut.

No sooner said than done. A bag of black "Lipton", with the assistance of a slice of lemon, did the trick. I cheered, toned and finally brought me to my senses. From somewhere above came a loud girlish laugh that seemed painfully familiar to me. He leaned out the window and lifted his head up. And there is. Three floors above, several girls protruded from the window. In one of them I recognized Alain, in the second Jeanne. I remembered two more badly, but I knew that they were at my “first-student-party” yesterday.

The girls smoked and desperately enjoyed some kind of wildly funny nonsense, which was broadcast by Alain. Yielding to a rush of improvisation, I loudly voted up with a false voice, a verse from the immortal hit of the Soviet era:

Hey, you up there,

From you again there is no salvation.

Can't listen anymore

I am this your corps de ballet.

- Who is this musical? - followed by an almost hostile reaction performed by Jeanne.

“The woman who sings,” I answered cheerfully.

- Alla Borisovna, you? - continued verbal skirmish.

- Well, and who? Of course it's me!

- Alla Borisovna, and what about the voice? - another voice, unfamiliar to me, entered into a dialogue, - Where did he go ... Read more →