- Where where? - I cackled, - I fucked him.

My answer made a real splash on the seventh floor. The girls gomerically neigh, and it lasted for at least a minute. It was then that I realized that laughter is not quite healthy and adequate. This hysterical laughter with inhibited amplitude of guttural contractions and prolonged sagging is not confused with anything. Without a "magic" weed, definitely not done.

- Well, will you help me find my wonderful alt? - I turned upstairs, as soon as the cackling died down, - Maybe the key will be lost at the same time.

- Aah, I realized who it is! - Zanna sang, - Alexander, if you please come back to us, welcome?

- A fun cigarette treat? - I pinned the girls.

- What are you saying that blasphemous, Alexander? We do not drink vodka, do not suck on ganzhik and do not give it in the ass, - followed a bold response, accompanied by new explosions of podkumarennogo laughing.

“Tell Grandma about your grandfather's erection.” I saw last night, as you do not drink, do not suck and do not give, - I defiantly retorted.

“The evening stops being languid,” said Jeanne meaningfully, “This is a weighty accusation.” Is there any evidence?

“Evidence is not a problem.” Argue, now I will rise, and the evidence will be there?

- Argue, probably will not. Alain is with us here, and she has an unreliable element in us, - the girl prudently refused a possible investigation, - But you still get up, dilute our women's team. Go right into the room, we have a small banquet there.

Of course, I took the invitation, but not immediately. On the way, I looked in on myself and hooked a bag of pistachios brought with me from Uzbekistan and miraculously survived, after yesterday's all-consuming booze. Just in case, I put a pair of condoms in the pockets of my pants. In the right - ribbed, in the left - ultrathin. Apparently, they today could be very useful.

- What are we celebrating? - I asked, looking at the door with a sign "747".

The girls were sitting around a coffee table, attached to a pair of shifted armor-clad beds. This is a fairly common practice in women's rooms, used to save space. Guys, for obvious reasons, never do this, but the girls - easily. Shift beds, covered across several mattresses and, voila, a wide bed, much more comfortable single bed, ready. On such a comfortable and sleep, and lying in front of the TV and fuck, it goes without saying.

- Peter's Day! - without thinking, and without even blinking an eye, answered Jeanne, who looked a hundred times more attractive than this morning.

- What is this for a holiday like that? - I doubted (and not unreasonably) the existence of such a celebration. Subsequently, I learned that the students of our hostel, drinking without any particular reason, “celebrate” this pseudo-event all year round. But then it was not known to me, because I was, quite rightly, ridiculed, all the same, inadequate collective laughter.

- How? You do not celebrate the great day of Peter? - one of two strangers, a fair-haired girl in a terry robe, was struggling.

- It would be - what to celebrate, but what exactly to celebrate is me to the desk lamp, - I answered laconically, and again I was overwhelmed with a wave of contented laughter. The approving, this time.

- ABOUT! Our person! Take the tara and throw it in, ”the second stranger shook her black-curled hair with black curls, clutching at a large bottle of wine, obviously homemade.

Invite me twice was not required.Capturing in the kitchen part of the room the most ordinary ceramic mug with the funny inscription “Ilove sweat”, I sat on the floor next to the same curly girl who filled the container to the brim with fragrant fortified wine.

“Tanka is Moldovan,” explained Zhanna, “Her relatives-distillers give us a glass of wine from the first course.” Meet, by the way, this is Anya, this is Tanya. Alenka know me too.

“I’m a Gagauz woman,” Tatyana politely corrected her friend.

“Then we drink first for the autonomy of Gagauzia, then for the acquaintance, and then we will remember Peter of yours,” I raised the first toast.

The next hour, we are actively getting to know each other. The girls, however, practically did not tell about themselves. The fourth course, each other all compatriots, came to study from the neighboring Dneprodzerzhinsk. That's all, by and large, that I became aware of them. But, in turn, they incessantly asked me about my homeland, which seemed to them to be as exotic as, say, Bangladesh.

A long conversation about Central Asian countries, as a rule, sooner or later, rests on the discussion of the availability of drugs there. For some people, living in European countries, it is sometimes thought that in the East you can go to the nearest market and, without straining at all, along with raisins or dried apricots, buy a kilogram or two of heroin. And hemp thickets is a typical sight inherent in the decorative and vegetative decoration of every self-respecting yard.

So did my new acquaintances. I did not go into details, explaining to them that in Uzbekistan, for example, illegal trade and drug use are punishable more severely than in Ukraine. He simply said that their ideas were somewhat erroneous, and directly broke the question of whether they had “funny weed”:

- Well, so, and where are you keeping your “Schmal”?

The girls are alarmed. Their plans clearly did not include a discussion of their own stocks.

“We have no“ shmala ”, - Zhanna cautiously answered for everyone, who definitely played the role of“ first violin ”in their quartet.

- Oh, that okay! - I waved skepticism, - Who are you telling? Do you smoke? Smoke Today smoked? Smoked. All smoked? Not all. I would not believe that all. With my right kidney I feel that the “ship” was taken from the evening, and a maximum of one and a half “shoal” was “laid on”. And the rest means where? The rest, then, in the "nychke." The question is not whether she is there, but where she is.

- You are easier with conclusions, Sherlock, Tanka is our head of the floor, actually, - Jeanne decided to defend herself with an attack.

- Pff ..., - I curled up in my face, - And what about the elder, isn't he a man, doesn't he like to relax?

- Yes, he loves, of course, loves. Zhanka, good at playing spies, let's better “warm up”, - that same Tanya-elder got into conversation with a reasonable proposal.

Zhanna, who probably took some pleasure in arguing with me, didn’t answer anything. Silently, she framed the stool against the wall and took out a bag of green powder of plant origin from the depth of the vent.

- Who will “score”? - She asked, twisting the coveted knot on the index finger, - I will not, more will begin to freak out again.

“I will score,” suggested Alena, “Anka, give me a cigarette.”

- Stop! Let's do a couple of "wet" do, to the very bones "properet"? - I put forward my proposal, - you, where you usually “fill yourself up”?

- At seven hundred and fourteenth, but it is strictly between us, okay? - Tanya-elder whispered conspiratorially, as if someone could have overheard her, - We have this room for correspondence students. Killed - in the ass. There's only a wardrobe, and a couple of beds. I have the key, like that of the headman, stored.

- It is clear, - I smiled, - You use your official position.

“Like that,” the brunette smiled in response, and looked at me with particular sympathy. This look was familiar to me and meant that I really liked her. Yes, and she was very stupid. A good figure was guessed under a sports suit, and even a pair of red pimples, carefully disguised by concealer, did not spoil a pretty face.It was quite possible to put a stock of condoms in this poppy hen, idle in their pockets.

A quarter of an hour later, we quietly made our way into the, terrifically empty, room “714”, and locked ourselves inside the castle. I was not jealous of the external students, twice a year entering, into these dreary walls, decorated with wallpaper, every two, perhaps ... Read more →