About four o'clock in the morning of that memorable night (such a pun), my best friend Sergey showed up to me. Absolutely ready, on not firmly standing legs, and with a traveling bag on a shoulder. - Everything, Sanya, I lost my temper. Accept replenishment. Bunk for a couple of days to highlight? - without waiting for an answer, Gray tore off the unusually filthy, pretty trampled by some company shoes and dived onto the sofa in the living room. - My Zarina is a psychopath. Details tomorrow, ”he moaned into the pillow, before waving good-bye in the style of Gagarin, and passing out.

The wife of the best friend, despite my deep and, importantly, mutual, dislike, was not a psychopath at all. Temperamental, jealous and explosive is yes, but no more. Caucasian heritage of ancestors made itself felt. The centuries-old traditions of unquestioning obedience could not last forever. The twenty-first century has arrived and progress has finally won. The consequences of women's emancipation reached even the most remote villages on the northern slopes of Kazbek. What can we say about the center of Vladikavkaz, in which the spouse of my friend was born and raised?

I never approved not only their marriage, but even the fact of the acquaintance itself. Too well, I knew Gray, and women like Zarina. Organisms, to put it mildly, are not compatible. Nevertheless, the amorous feelings of the best friend needed to be respected and even to be a witness at the wedding. However, the prophecy regarding their marriage, expressed to Sergey only once in a drunk, to my great disappointment, came true.

Now he was sleeping on my couch, and the travel bag with essentials was lying in the hallway. It was the end of a very strange “love story,” originally doomed to failure. It was not a question of returning everything back to normal, for my comrade was too principled. If you are going and gone, then everything is completely and irrevocably. So, so be it, what else to say.

Two weeks after that, Sergei, as they say, did not sour. Sober in all this time I saw him only once. But the money finally ran out, and he forcedly took his head. I got to the Internet and did the usual thing. He uploaded his account on the virtual stock exchange, cut in “Bloomberg” and began to catch up, studying the current quotes.

And in the evening, upon returning home from work, I was awaited by a luxurious “glade”. It turned out that there was a fair amount of oil in my friend's га, сиг storage that day, twice sankula up, bringing Gray a weaker fat. Now he could relax and forget again in the next drinking bout for another couple of weeks. This prospect did not inspire me, and did not sleep long. It was necessary to fill the life of a friend with a new meaning. Therefore, I refused the planned banquet and offered to walk through the women.

Sergey, surprisingly quickly, agreed with the introduction of a temporary “prohibition”, but instead of going to a night club, he suggested a different way to have fun. I brought a laptop and created two different profiles on a dating site. badanga.ru. The resource turned out to be specialized, for applicants for fast and easily accessible sex. Sergey offered to play such an interpretation of a blind date interview.

That is, through his profile he finds a lady for me, and I’m from mine for him. And we do not communicate any information to each other. The same was true of potential young ladies. We did not provide any information about each other girls. It was quite an intriguing occupation, and, both for us and Sergey, and for the girls, with whom we started a correspondence.

On my cry for finding a one-time partner for a friend did not immediately respond, and not all. Many such an adventure simply scared away. But four candidates, in the end, still managed to pick up. Gray is much less fortunate. He agreed with only one.In order to avoid coincidences, we excluded from my foursome all the girls living in the Kommunar residential area. It was there that my future darling lived.

All the rest of the evening went for acquaintance and correspondence, and the rendezvous was immediately scheduled for 19.00 the next day. With whom I had to meet, I had no idea. Sergey, I picked up a pretty enough twenty-three year old cutie Masha. Cheerful and broken blonde, adoring, by her own admission, I quote, walk under the moon and blowjob under water.

Why such difficulties, with regards to the second part of the statement, she did not bother to explain, but this question worried me a little. It was a pleasant concern of Sergey. Meetings were scheduled in the territories of the girls. It was quite natural, given the desire of girls to protect themselves from possible risks and dangers. My house is my fortress, as, no way.

By 19. 00 the next day, accompanied by a classic gentleman's set of a box of chocolates, a bottle of wine, a bouquet of flowers and a pack of condoms, I arrived at the address indicated. He pressed the doorbell button, but the bell did not follow. Knocked. There was a nervous shuffling outside the door. Someone there behind the door was clearly bustling down the corridor. Finally, the door opened and a young woman of about twenty-five appeared on the threshold with an embarrassed facial expression and a wandering smile.

- Hello ... Come on in, - the girl offered in a friendly way and stepped aside, freeing the passage. - Good evening, - I answered kindly and stepped inside, - Do not you wait for me? - You, - the hostess burst into paint, - for some reason I was sure that you would not come. - This is, from what considerations such conclusions? - I smiled. - Because for the first time I meet on dating siteI thought there was only deception and it was impossible to find someone serious. And here it is ..., - she was very embarrassed and could not find what to say, only she turned her hand around.

“A friend advised me this way of dating,” she transferred the conversation from my person to a topic more convenient for herself, “She is always looking for someone in Badanga ... Oh, why am I keeping you in the corridor?” You pass, pass! “Thank you, I'm going through,” I replied, following the anxious, blond-haired girl, who was darting about, “Where can you wash your hands here?” - Oh! - she threw up her hands a stranger, - go to the bathroom! Only there do not get scared. My bathroom is not very presentable. The landlady has been promising at least half a year for half a year, but they have been waiting for the promised three years, you know. Now I’ll bring a clean hand towel, otherwise I somehow completely lost sight of it.

She mumbled something, frantically slamming chiffonier doors from the room, but I didn’t particularly get into the essence of her complaints and excuses. Thoughtfully, I washed my hands with a piece of Safeguard soap, looking over the dull bathroom landscape. The broken tile of the Soviet era, the cast-iron bath with enamel peeling in places, the toilet and the sink, a half to two times older than me. Darkness, in a word.

- Here ... Hold ..., - the girl who came to the end of the final stage of hand washing, bashfully stretched out a towel, noticeably nervous and worried about the external ugliness of the sanitary room, - And do not leave, please, immediately. Let's just have dinner? The lady needed to calm down urgently, since the edge of her embarrassment, for her housing and communal conditions, crossed all imaginable boundaries.

- What's your name? - I gently grabbed her wrists with a towel. “Hope ... Nadia,” the girl slammed with gray eyes full of readiness to talk about anything, so long as I asked. - And I - Sasha. So we met, - I laughed, - Nadush, you stop kipish something. What makes you think that I'm going to leave? Because of the four square meters of non-owned housing? Well I came to the meeting, but not to your home utensils. So confess, come on, what are you going to have for dinner? Is there a menu for the evening? - Provided, - smiled with her lips a little ...