This story happened in those early years, when computers had not yet suspected the existence of a video, and not all of them could play music, and even those with difficulty. But the VCRs were cheerfully spreading around the country, trying to penetrate into every home. With video cameras, it was still worse - only the elect had them. My father was lucky to work at a so-called joint venture with the Germans, which turned out for him not only a good salary, but also regular business trips for the cordon. It was from such a trip that he once brought a Sony camcorder of the clever Hi8 format, which for those times was just awesome. Moreover, he did not forget to buy filters, spare batteries, cassettes, a tripod and other accessories. I had a suspicion that he was just vparit in the store all that is possible, but by and large hrenovinki were quite useful for a knowledgeable person. Due to his employment and his lack of interest in high technology, all this wealth went to me very quickly. It took two weeks to get used to all the possibilities of the miracle, most of which took the translation of a thick instruction using a dictionary and a slightly familiar companion with the Basurmanian language. But then ... then I almost felt like James Cameron, or, at worst, George Lucas, shooting everything. At the same time, having read the profile literature, I figured out how to shoot, so that later there was no shame about the quality of the picture.

Gradually, however, the entertainment turned into a small business - they began to call me to shoot weddings. Newlyweds wanted to have a tape with the recording of the wedding itself and the subsequent feast with all the stupid toasts, stupid dances, stupid contests and the stupid toastmaster who organized everything. This was facilitated by the fact that I myself, my friends, and friends of friends came to the age when it seemed to be time to settle down and marry. Especially those who had just returned from the army were bursting into marriage bondage. Slavik turned out to be one of those impatient.

I honestly filmed the entire Slavik's wedding, with all the details, including the bride's abduction, the conflict between the newly-formed father-in-law and a guest from the groom, who was a little off to a fight, as well as the fall of a witness who got her Slavik witness Igor. Then Igor took her to dry and sleep off to his home, as a result of which they now inevitably approached the wedding. A week later, I gave the newlywed a three-hour-mounted film and deleted Slavka from the list of potential clients. So I was somewhat surprised when, after about a month, he came to me with brandy and started asking about creative plans for a glass.

- Sash, do you have any orders now? - pouring out, he seemed to be interested between the times, although it was clear from his physiognomy that this was no accident.

- No, not very.

- That's good ... I have an offer for you here.

“Is any second nephew getting married again?” - such approaches were not for me in the news.

- Not ... There is another ... Nobody has ever made such proposals to you ... probably.

We clinked glasses and knocked one more. The fact that cognac is not vodka and it should be drunk differently, we no longer remembered.

- Well, well ... Spit it out.

- Do not think, it’s not only me, Irka and I consulted it ... and together we decided ...

- In short, Slavik! And now you forget what I wanted to say! - I felt that intoxication had already reached that degree, when the topic of conversation could suddenly, for no apparent reason, change to something completely unrelated to the previous one.

- In short? In short, Irka and I ... Well, do you remember, we gave a Vidic for our wedding? You know, that-that, every porno ... Irka saw enough ...

- Slavik, even shorter!

- Well, we decided that we should take off as we fuck with her.Type while young and beautiful. So that in old age it means that there is something to remember.

Here, a mile was felt Irkino influence. Slavik certainly do not care, he is young or not. Rather, he just fun to look at himself from the side.

- Well, what's the matter then? - I asked, pouring one more. - Or do you want to take the camera from me?

- So you will not give? - he looked incredulously at me.

- Fuck is clear, I will not give.

- I thought so. And how am I going to shoot and fuck Irku? No, Sash, we wanted you to take us down. Personally.

To tell the truth, I felt that everything was going to something like that. Therefore, I figured all the pros and cons, but for the order I pretended to be thinking.

- Does Irka agree?

- Yeah. I told you, we discussed everything.

- Did you drink much before discussing it?

- Yes, no, not very ... Beer by bottle ...

- That is, I will stand and watch you fuck?

- And shoot more.

“But I’ll have to go around you, come close, take a top-down shot ... Do you have something to do with such an excess of attention to the intimate, in fact, act?”

- Must. We have already decided - first by fifty for emancipation and go! It should work!

- No, wait ... - I stopped him - We need some kind of scenario, and not "forward." First, then, then this ... You even look at the same porn for example. From the point of view of directing.

- Yes, che there! We will turn it on directly and will do the same as there on the screen! Delov something!

At this point, I remembered some episodes from a recently viewed tape and realized that drinking drunk prevents Slavik from adequately evaluating them with Irkoy opportunities. I myself felt that I was not very capable of that.

- Slav, let's postpone the conversation for tomorrow? - I suggested - Let's meet sober, finally discuss, set a day ...

After short objections, Slavik still had to agree with me. Mainly due to the fact that I flatly refused to talk about it further.

The next day, they came to me together with Irka, and she herself, flapping her eyelashes from under the blond bangs, confirmed their joint conscious decision. The doubts that had arisen in me an hour ago that this was simply a joke completely disappeared and I turned to the discussion of technical details.

- Do you need it - just take it off or make it more or less spectacular?

- Us to beautiful. - Irka took over the negotiations.

- But remember, then you have to forget about pleasures. - I warned, having heard with the edge of my ear that the work of porn actors is far from sugar.

- Ha! We will survive once!

- Big plans will we do?

- Of course! - climbed Slavik.

- Then do not forget to cut the vegetation "there".

- I already follow this. - said Irka in cold blood.

- This also applies to you. - I looked at Slavik. - Stock up on condoms, I will not run after them if they run out suddenly.

- Why are they? He is my husband.

- Well, as you know.

After discussing some more trivialities, we agreed on Saturday and parted, satisfied with the agreements reached.

Two days passed quickly and here I am, laden with equipment, rang the doorbell to Slavka. She opened Irka, in a washed-out robe and with a towel on her head.

- Oh, and we are not ready yet ...

- Er, well, did you see the time? Agreed on the same! - I did not like this beginning. Could and take seriously.

- Five minutes! - Irka turned around and ran away.

Slavka came to me, seemingly ready, in jeans and a T-shirt.

- Well, lead, show me where you are going ... - I turned to him, not yet cooled off from Irkina disorder.

The set was prepared thoroughly - the bed was pulled out in the middle of the room and covered with a white sheet. In the corner, without a sound, the television worked, showing the copulation of the mulatto and pitching.

- Are there any table lamps in the house? Or something like that? Carry on! - I ordered Slavik, and he began to install a tripod near the window.

The window, thinking, I closed the curtains, the sun was shining brightly from there. Come running ...