Speaker frankly boiled over. This seems to be understood by everyone except herself. Not only did the best nannies at the time when they need to pack their children could envy her speech, but also the material that she presented for her own work was completely muffled from the recent release of DentistryToday in a free and inaccurate translation in some places.

Victor opened the conference program. I read in the middle of the page: O. Kozlov. "Intraosseous anesthesia in surgery of the chewing group of teeth." This topic is very close to him, he himself is the author of several articles on anesthesia. And he, of course, monitored foreign publications. Therefore, a lady with a suitable last name can hold anyone for the goats, but not his.

Once again, having nothing to do, I ran my eyes over the program. Some names were familiar to him, some he saw for the first time. But especially pleased that after the gantry was scheduled coffee break. Coffee now would be very helpful. It was becoming harder and harder to hold the eyelids heavy with every minute.

Victor began to examine the audience. Several people sat with their eyes closed and their chins fell on their breasts. One of them is from the presidium. These are not tolerated. These Gantry are in crediting points. Someone stared down at his knees. On phones and tablets, leafing through the latest news and messaging in social networks. The hall was buzzing, like a worker’s hive after wintering, some already, without embarrassment, switched from a whisper to just a quiet speech.

Several rows closer to the podium and a little to the left of Victor sat a girl. Victor kept his eyes on her. He could see only a part of her profile, but even that was enough to have a desire to examine it in detail. Smooth, slightly upturned spout. A dimple on the cheek, and right there - a mole. Her eyes were a little narrowed, which gave her a short-sighted person who did not recognize glasses. The hypothesis of myopia was confirmed by a slightly inclined body forward - so she wanted to be closer to the stage. She seemed to be the only one who listened to the speaker.

But it was not the comely cut of the eyes and not the even line of the back, which promised a stately figure, to catch the eye. Victor fascinated her hair. Thick, they straightened straight down the back. The chair on which she sat hid their real length. But they were long, without a doubt. And red. Copper-golden hue. The hair roots did not differ in color from their rest, and this gave great hope that copper is its natural color.

Gosh, this hair will not let me rest until the end of the day!

Well-groomed hair. She obviously knew their price. Heavy, long and thick hair, they will leave few people indifferent. And Victor was not one of them. But quite the contrary, loose hair is his fetish. This is the detail that, in his opinion, if she did not embody female sexuality, she certainly played a leading, dominant role in it. Loose hair is a show of strength. Female power. Superiority over competitors. This is the sign “I can afford it (unlike you), I am healthy and good!”. Long, beautiful healthy hair, even from plain women make sensible young ladies. But if you have a mop of disgusting thin on your head and, God forbid, unwashed hair - there is no chance. And neither a nice face, nor long legs, nor even a big chest will help. Victor was quite sure of that.

Come back now, and bury your face in this copper ebb!

The girl clearly felt Victor's gaze. She started fidgeting, shifted a little, began to look around slightly in search of a distracting stimulus.

Victor averted his eyes. I did not want to immediately give myself away. But the power of her magnetism seemed to concentrate on him alone. She flirted and even provoked it, weaving an invisible and thin bridge between the rows. And now, Victor began to fuss and get nervous.I looked at the clock. Before the break there were only a few minutes. Well, how Kozlova will not fit into the allotted regulations and continue to go on a pain? This did not even want to think. It is not clear why, he suddenly sharply wanted to cast. Listening to the complications of local anesthesia due to individual allergic reactions has become totally unbearable.

Fortunately, allergic complications are the last thing that Kozlov wanted to surprise. The Chair thanked her for a “very informative and highly relevant” presentation, and announced a break.

Victor was the first to leave the hall. With a wide, energetic step, he headed for the stairs, ignoring the offers of coffee and tea from the waitresses in some school aprons.

When he returned, he found the full lobby of people. Near the high tables, groups of two or three people were hanging around, slowly sipping drinks from cups with the hotel's brand logo. The aroma of coffee has spread all over the room, causing them to swallow saliva.

Victor went to the table with empty cups, portioned sugar in paper tubes, cream in small metal jugs and creamers, and, of course, coffee pots that exuded that very pleasant aroma.

Immediately a smiling girl appeared in her apron, offering to help her orient all the diversity on the table. Victor politely refused, and made himself some coffee with his own hands and to his own taste: coffee and cream in the ratio of one to one, without sugar.

With a cup in his hand, Victor looked around the hall looking for free tables. Having not found any, he intended to walk to the exit, when suddenly with peripheral vision he noticed the very copper tint.

Victor turned round, almost spilling coffee. Yes! The red-haired devil stood alone (!) At the outermost table. She again found herself in a half-turn, but now her entire figure was exhibited in its best form.

She was quite tall. And not only was she not ashamed of it, but on the contrary, she emphasized her height with shoes on a high pin of the color of sparkling white. Perhaps, given the height of the studs, she was flush with Victor, well, maybe just a few inches lower.

She is wearing an emerald-colored dress, which in her case would have looked equally appropriate in the office, in the restaurant, and in the opera. The dress on the figure, just above the knees, is held on thin straps crosswise. In the right hand - a small clutch. Shoes and clutch - the same color, in tune with the hair. Victor already liked her taste.

It should be confident. One leg is flat, the other is slightly bent at the knee. Bends slightly in the lower back, which favorably emphasizes the roundness of the backside. Gives itself to admire.

Chest - small, neat. And it is not surprising, tall ladies with outstanding breasts are rare. But the waist and hips - as under the order, as it should. As Victor is necessary.

And again this hair. They flow down, almost reaching the waist. She tilted her head slightly. From the side it seems that this is because of the hair. As if they are so heavy that they pull her head behind her.

Victor felt a rush of adrenaline. Lord, how inappropriate these rules of propriety and civilized behavior sometimes turn out to be! Were it not for them, Victor would have taken this female right on this very spot, regardless of others. And I would take it so that later she would have used it and said thanks.

But so, unfortunately, it is impossible. We need all these things around it to find ourselves in the same bed. Or on the floor. Or in the bath. Or on the shelf in the compartment. Yes, anywhere, if only with her. But nothing, Victor knows the rules. And knows how to apply them.

He walked toward her table with a determined gait.

- will you allow? Good day.

- Good afternoon, please.

For the first time they met eyes. And Victor was even a little confused. Well, it can not, just can not all be so perfect! Copper-red hair and green eyes! Victor looked closer and realized that it was impossible to determine the exact color of the eyes. Now they are bright green, and after a moment - with some rusty shade. And now - and completely brown. This is what Victor saw for the first time.Whether the eyes alternately reflected the color of her dress and the color of her hair, or it was Victor ...