A week ago I was stunned by the upcoming vacation. Hooray, to go to work, calls, nerves and subordinates. Ahead was two weeks of such a native Turkish coast, full of idleness. That was a week ago. And what now, you ask? No, the vacation did not disappear anywhere, the vouchers did not melt, Turkey lived and was in good health. From the schedule of the trip evaporated wife with mother-in-law. Fie, you wife naturally stayed where to go after 20 years of marriage. My dearest mother-in-law, God bless her with inconceivable health (she is going to outlive us all), she also continued to trample on the earth mother. Both of them could not, see, go. And you know the reason, you would never guess. Because of the fucking money. Mother-in-law with his wife for a couple holding a real estate agency. So just at the time of the trip drew a super lucrative deal with some kind of warehouse there, and they could not leave, the amount of commission promised to be with five zeros.

When I found out, I just could not believe it. Between you and me, on the one hand I was quietly so happy, I would try it on a resort without a wife, figs there. Yes, and without mother-in-law to spend time, it does not happen better. But it is on the one hand. On the other hand, the amount of their vouchers melted in the air, except for a hundred thousand. And for vouchers I laid out the money from my pocket. Having rolled up the disassembly, I did not know what I was trying to achieve, they were stubborn ladies and I understood that they could not be persuaded. But the money disappears! After all sorts of threats on my part, the mother-in-law, gritting her teeth, nevertheless agreed to resolve this issue and resell the vouchers to someone.

In a word, my son Dimka and I stayed in perspective with bachelors for two weeks. Well, okay, I thought, we will be better off. The only thing that worried me was the question of money, the mother-in-law could have inflated, the money was not hers. Okay, just try it, I will sabotage her on arrival back.

So, we stayed alone with Dima, before the endless expanses and possibilities of rest. At first I even slightly fell into a stupor, how to use freedom then? Although freedom was such, you know, half. My son was with me, even if the lad had eighteen little knocks already, and he was already quite a young man. Nervously slightly, I still gave up, it all came together cool, together we certainly would be more fun than accompanied by the female half of our family.

Apparently the deal really promised chic profits, no one escorted us. Yes that there did not accompany, things and those collected. The wife appeared at home only to sleep a few hours, and then ran away, endlessly communicating with her mother by phone. Seeing all this, I finally put the situation a fat plus, we'll manage it ourselves.

So, Volodya, my driver, took us to the airport, concurrently being our only companion, and after a few hours of flight, we left the plane, breathing the sultry air of Antalya. Well, hello Turkey, hello darling!

- Dim, - we walked through the vestibule for luggage, - well, how are you in the men's society?

- Wow, - the son looked at me from above, - na, can I be frank?

- What a conversation, go ahead.

He slightly shrugged:

- I am glad that we went together.

Laughing, I hugged my son by the shoulders:

- That's right, speak always as it is, - but hurried to add, - well, you understood, tell me.

Now the two of us laughed, we went to the luggage tape.

Having received the luggage and bought something in the Duty Free, we were happily met by a representative of the tour operator.

“So,” she flipped through some papers, “your transport is over there.”

In the direction of the hand, we identified our car.

- You can go, drivers name is Azis. I just ask you to wait a little, two more must come from your hotel. As soon as I meet them, I will bring them at once, and you can move forward.

Okay, we picked up the bags, went to a small Mercedes, which was supposed to take us to the promised five-star paradise.

Throwing uncomplicated luggage into the car, Dima and I went out to smoke, well, in the sense I smoked, and the young man just kept me company.

- Interesting, interesting, - I dragged on, - how much the wonders of the hotel will correspond to reality.

- Hey, comrade, - I shook my son by the shoulder, - I am talking with whom?

No reaction. I had to turn my head in the direction that fascinated Dimona.

At this moment, I experienced pride in myself. Yes, it is the pride that I managed to instill such excellent taste in my child. Behind the representative of the tour operator, who showed us the transport to the hotel, two nymphs marched. Yeah, just nymphs. Medium height, dark skin, huge eyes, thin waist, light, developing hair, slender legs. Light, flowing clothing enveloped the figures like clouds. Women were like sisters, like water droplets. I have a lump in my throat stuck, do they really lead to us, can such stunning fairies be with us in the same hotel ?! The following removed all doubts.

- Well, everything, you can go, - the representative of the tour operator summed up our fellow travelers, - Azis, that's all.

While I was in a light knockdown, Dimka was the first to start and pick up the bags of the ladies:

- Let me help you.

The voice that answered him could wake up the most inveterate wife:

- Thank you young man.

Recovering, I picked up the luggage from the second lady. It was at that moment that I saw that they were not sisters. They were mother and daughter. I kept my daughter's bags, and Dimka carried her mother's luggage. Fuf, you can see the stars converged over us that day. Mom was just awesome! Looking closer, I looked at a real Greek profile, as if descended from ancient amphoras. The figure near justified all the most desperate expectations. The woman was gorgeous! And the skin, what was her skin. Olive velvet, no less! My daughter was the youngest copy of her mother. She still had to take those seductive curves and perfect forms that adorned every move of her mother. But now, it was a young flower, well, what a, jasmine, and not otherwise jasmine.

Before everyone settles, I took the initiative:

- I hope for my part will not be excessive if I offer to meet?

Having tried to put maximum trust in my voice, I extended my hand to the older half. Well, to say, there is still powder in the flasks, appearance and correctly put voice, coupled with a careful choice of words, did not disappoint me. The lady responded to the handshake:

- Will not be. Irina, - the hand was slightly cool and (O Lord!) At the same time wet, - and this is my daughter Xenia.

- Sergey, - reluctantly tearing off my hand, I introduced my son, - and this young man is called Dmitry, part-time son.

The young man, from something confusedly lowered his eyes, quietly replied:

- Very nice aunt Irina.

Irina warmly and simultaneously laughed benevolently:

- Aunt Irina. Dmitry, I think it will be enough just Irina, agreed? - she extended her graceful palm to him.

Dimka not decisively, but still shook the female palm.

- So, no aunts, uncle, - I nodded to Xenia, - to rest ahead.

During the transfer to the hotel, it turned out that Irina and Ksenia left for Turkey for the first time. Irina generally preferred rest in other parts of the world, but this time the choice fell on Turkey. The reasons I did not find out, there will be more time. And they left for the first time to rest in such a composition, mother and daughter. Here, even Dimka could not stand quietly laughing. To Irina’s dumb question, I explained that we are in the same situation. Alone and also for the first time. We also had a rest time, two weeks. Irina grinned, really coincidences so coincidences.

Having reached the hotel, we, continuing with pleasure to play the role of gentlemen and seasoned holidaymakers of the Turkish shores, led our fellow travelers to the reception. There our ways and missed each other, the boy in the Turkish fez picked up our luggage and dramatically dragged her to the exit from the hotel, that I could only shout to the ladies, meet at the dinner.

We were driving a golf car:

- Well, ...