How a headache. It feels like I was beaten all night yesterday. Nausea Drinking, really thirsty. These are all signs of a hangover, so yesterday I drank a lot. Red walls? I have no such. WHERE I AM?? Who is it? Next to me lay a man of good looks, but completely unfamiliar to me. I examined the room in which I was located. Nothing unusual, no scattered clothes and ... a wig? Strange, I don’t wear wigs, and besides me there are no more girls here, at least in this room.

Speaking of me. I am short, brown-haired, with medium-length hair. Breast size 3, the waist is there and nothing but the ass (everyone likes it). Recently I was thrown by a guy I had hopes for. He threw me so that I was ashamed of our relationship ... Because I realized that I myself was to blame. All this time I have met with decent, well-groomed, smart guys and got drunk very rarely. A creature lying nearby created the impression of being anxious, rude and dangerous. But, nevertheless, it was sweet and even attractive. Dark brown hair disheveled, rather muscular body and face, like a high school student. I lifted the blanket to check if there was anything out of clothes on it. And with horror I discovered that the only thing that was out of clothes was his pants, but on him, unlike me, there was at least something.

- Mmm, aeeee, - the body next began to make sounds. From the expression on his face, it was obvious that he, too, was in thirst.
“Hello,” I hope that at least he remembers me. - Who are you? I remember nothing. Where are we?
- I? My name is Zhenia. Water! - he sat back helplessly on the pillow.
- Good. I'm Lera. It remains to understand where we are and what happened yesterday.
“Yeah, well,” he smiled and lay on top of me. - Is not it clear? - his hand slipped under the covers.
- Hey, hands removed! I now think soberly, so it will not work.
“Hah, you were more affable yesterday,” he grumbled, lazily dismounting from me. - Although, it could have been polite. After all, I know where we are, and you are not.
- I do not even know where to start. With indignation or with an explanation that I can sue you for rape.
- Do not intimidate me, - his voice became stricter and I realized that I was excited.
- Sorry, I just rarely happen in this situation. What can I hide, this is my first time when I woke up in an incomprehensible way with a person whom I do not even remember.

- It would have immediately said. So I have the opportunity to teach you? It is interesting. But for the beginning, we need to sober up - I, for lack of anything else at hand, turned into a light blanket and went to Zhenya to the kitchen.
- Whose is this wig? I am not ours. You, - I looked at him, - I hope so too.
- Um, we played it with you. You know, role-playing games are there and all that.
- Do you remember everything?
- You can say yes. I'm not the first time to get drunk like a pig. My body has already adapted.
- Tell me? - not sure that I want to know.
“You will like it, I will even show you later,” I did not understand what he meant, but there was no more power to wait.
“Honestly and without much,” he nodded and began his story.

“I met you at the bar, you looked very upset and drunk. It turned out to fly to you quite simply, one cup at my expense and you are ready. You were carrying something about unhappy love, an end to everything, you even mentioned school years, and so on. You, by the way, offered to go to me yourself. I, of course, did not mind. The most interesting thing is that we did not get from the beginning to me, we decided to walk. Night, romance and all this female garbage, besides, you were upset and you were not interested in sex then. You screamed, complained about my life, but I could cheer you up. Arriving to me began the best part of this story, starting in the corridor, we undressed, before reaching the bed. You were so ... so passionate! Honestly, I did not expect from you, you give the impression of a rather quiet than ardent nature. We notably have sex, then guess what it all was like.Soon you found a wig in my closet and it started ... We just weren't! What am I telling you, better watch the video "

- And what is the video ?? - if only not in the internet. If he laid him out, I'll kill him on the spot.
- And then! And yet what, but do not worry, I did not post it. But I'm not going to remove it, I want to leave it as a souvenir, - he smiled and slapped me on the ass.
- So! Video. I'm not sure I want to watch it, but I have to. This is a bitter truth and a lesson, perhaps, for life.
“You don't remember anything at all?” I am amazed, although you drank so much, no wonder. To see something at all, I need to find my phone, - with these words he went to the room.
His kitchen is nothing like that. You can’t even say that a bachelor lives here (there was no ring on a finger). There are only 2 cups and a plate in the sink, and I have more dishes in the fridge, not only dumplings. Judging by what I see from the window, we are somewhere on the 10th floor and in a completely unfamiliar area.
- Tell me, what is the metro near here?
- Um, subway?
- Well, yes, what is the area? And what time is it?
- 11:37. And at the expense of the metro and the district ... Um, I do not want to upset you, but we are in Lyubertsy.

- Lyubertsy ?? To wash yours, we are not even in Moscow. Kapets ... - no words. - What did you do at that bar? He is in the west of Moscow.
“My brother is his owner.” So I hang out there. Go here.
- What for? - I only know his name. It is not right. In the end, you never know what he will do to me.
- First, I got tired of screaming, and, secondly, I have another not very good news, pussy.
“Don't call me pussy,” I hate it when they call me some vulgar nouns and pussy, too.
“You liked it yesterday, but I will still call you that way,” he laughed and hugged my waist.
- Ahem, ahem, - I'm confused that he is in his underpants.
- Come on. You want it.
- Maybe yesterday I wanted to, but now ... Get away, please, - it sounded somehow uncertain.

- Come on, I can see perfectly through your beautiful eyes that you want me, - it is coming closer and closer, and I will soon have no place to go.
- Not. And where are my clothes? I have to go, - with this it is time to finish.
“Hah, so I let you go,” Zhenya put his hands away, but he stood in the doorway and smiled cheekily.
- Where are my clothes? - even if I want something, it does not mean that it should be done without fail.
- Search. Just give me the blanket, - he obviously mocks!
- Not! Only when I find my clothes. Or at least a part ..., - I leaned over to look under the table.
- My apartment, my blanket. So I decide what to do with him, - Eugene went to me and tried to pick him up.
- Leave me alone. Stop, stop, - rather in the bath, maybe if I close the atm it will calm down. At least I'll be safe for a while.

- Kitty, do not be silly. You just don't know me, - judging by these words, he retired to the room.
Silence. This is suspicious. I don’t think she’s just there watching TV. It is also impossible to leave, but to sit here is not an option. Need to do something.
“I’ll leave now, but ... but I am armed!” - my gosh. What kind of stupidity did I just blink?
- Haha, what is it? Shampoo or maybe a deadly washcloth? - really. God, what an idiot I am.
- I meant it is ready to defend itself, of course, if it comes from anyone.
- Well, if so, since you are prepared, then I can assure you that I will not attack. And you never know what you will do to me, - even though I don’t see him, but I clearly hear that he is laughing.
“I'm serious,” I laughed myself at the absurdity of the situation.
- Yes, I believe, believe. so what? Will you continue to sit in the bath?
- No, that's it, I'm going out. But just stand back - hearing the steps to the side, I opened the door a bit, looked around and left.
- Well, fool? - his voice rang out behind my back.
“Aah, you can’t scare your mother so much,” she almost dropped the blanket because of him.
- You know ...