Outside was the summer of 2012. I had a vacation, and I decided to spend it in my hometown, which was not exactly a year. The last time I appeared here after graduating from the military institute. After that, I left for the Southern Military District, as instructed, to continue my service. Almost immediately, I was seconded to Dagestan, to the combat zone, and did not get out of there until recently. First of all, I decided to visit my school friend, Kolka Oblakova, but, unfortunately, it failed. I was told that he is already half a year old, as he lives in St. Petersburg. Coming out of the entrance, I recovered to walk, as the saying goes, "wherever they look."
Going into the next yard, I saw a young girl who seemed very familiar to me. The girl dragged two hefty bags. I, as a true officer, decided to help, and headed in her direction.

- Can I help you? - I asked approached.

The girl turned around. Then I recognized her. It was Olesya, the girl of my cousin Borka.

- Hello. - Smiling, I said hello. - And you're all good.

The girl made a surprised look, and looked at me for about five seconds.

- What has changed a lot in a year? - I asked.

Then she smiled broadly and almost shouted:

- Vanya, is that you?

- No, this is my twin. - I laughed it off.

“I didn't recognize you right away, because of the scar.” - Said Oleska.

The scar I got in one of the fighting exits adorned half of my face, and really made me less recognizable.

- Have you come for a long time? - She asked.

- Last night. - I replied. - I decided to take a walk.

- I see.

- So let me help you? - The second time I suggested.

- Oh, yes of course, thanks. - confused she answered.

I took the bags and went after her. Walking behind me, I looked at her figure with an appraising glance. Long, slender legs, trimmed ass, narrow waist. Apparently she did not give up fitness. She was dressed quite impressively: very short shorts, more like panties, high-heeled shoes, and tight-fitting top. In my pants, the genital organ stirred slightly.

- And where is Borka, why doesn't he help you? - I asked, that would get rid of exciting thoughts.

- He ... it ... sleeps, tired after ... work. - In her voice, I felt false.

In principle, the fact that Borka was sleeping was good. Our last meeting ended under very bad circumstances. Simply put, I filled his face. With a cousin, we were not particularly friendly. Interests have always been different. He always shuffled with those whom I called gryvotryazami, from hobbies they had booze and making tricks on bicycles. I always enjoyed hand-to-hand fighting, often went to competitions, and led a healthy lifestyle. Later, I entered the military institute, and Boris went to the correspondence department in a civilian university, and got a job as a manager at some trading company, where he worked to this day. And at our last meeting, I learned that my brother loves to smoke weed, and other filth. By the way, I hate stickies with all my heart and soul. At my indignation, Borka decided to show off in front of the friends, and began to be rude to me. When his snowmeter went off scale, I knocked him out with a pair of punches. Friends, by the way, did not even intervene. Moreover, they shrank and all kind showed that I was right, but they are not.

- I heard you went to war? - Asked Olesya, turning her face to me, and continuing to move backwards.

- There is such a thing. - I replied, staring at her chest. Tits were medium in size and very elastic. Sticking nipples made me understand that there is no bra.

- Probably scary? - She asked.

- I will not answer this question, the concept of fear is different. - I replied.

We entered the porch and went up to the third floor. Olesya, rummaged in her purse for some time, trying to find the keys, after which she found them and opened the door.
Entering the apartment, Borka, sitting on the sofa, appeared to my eyes. Before him stood a writing table filled with all sorts of bullshit. Immediately, packs of spice rushed into my eyes.
- LTD! - shouted Borka, seeing me. - brother. - Long time no see?

- Year. - I replied dryly, and walked over to the table. - This is, what the fuck? - I asked, picking up a bag with spice. - You're at the end
huh?

“And who are you to tell me?” - Borka asked in a stinging language.

- Eblo fill up scum. - I answered rudely, collecting all the bags in an armful, and went to the kitchen.

- Uh, where are you going? - Boris shouted, and tried to catch up with me. Apparently he had already managed to quit, because his legs were weaving.
Going to the sink, I poured the contents of the bags into it, and turned on the water.

- What are you doing bitch? - shouted Borka from behind.

I turned around. Borka came up to me in tight, and looked into my eyes, trying in every possible way to show his displeasure. From the side it looked probably funny. He was half a head shorter than me, and twice already at the shoulders.

- How brave you become when you smoke. - I grinned, remembering how my brother chmor in school.

- Yes, you in the end ohuel, d I ...

BOOM! My forehead slammed into his bridge of nose. Borka fell sharply to the fifth point, holding a broken bleeding nose with his hand. Without giving my brother a chance to recover, I grabbed his hair and dragged him to the toilet. Boris tried to escape, but all attempts were in vain. Going into the closet, I shoved my cousin head down the toilet and pressed the drain button.

- Everything, now you are a beaver. - I grinned.

Borka did not answer. Sticking his head out of the toilet, he looked at me with a pitiful look. Former arrogance and audacity disappeared without a trace. He got up and headed for the exit; I, for reasons that were not even clear to me, kicked him in the ass. Not keeping his feet, Borka flew out into the corridor, smearing the floor with blood. I came out next. To my surprise, Olesya did not stand in a frightened pose, didn’t squeal, and did not even rush to the beaten partner. She stared at him with an eater eye.

- Well, why did you split up? - After half a minute she asked, turning to Boris. “Go get a rag and go after yourself, and then clean up.”
To my surprise, my cousin went to the bathroom, took a floor bucket with a rag, and began to wipe off the blood from the floor.

- Moron! - shouted Olesya. - Stop the blood first, and then the floor again dirty.
Borka got up and went to stop the blood.

- Maybe his uh ... in the emergency room to take? - I inserted, struck by the course of events.

- Yes, before the wedding heals. - Olesya waved away. - Come on, I'll drink you better tea.
We went to the kitchen.

- Oles, you forgive me for being so, I just hate drugs, and besides, from the “south” recently ... - I began to say, I feel a little guilt.

- No, everything is in order, so it should be with him. - The girl answered. “He must apologize for his behavior.”
Her answer for a couple of seconds put me in shock. Here Boris entered the kitchen.

- Honey I finished cleaning. - His tongue is almost no slurring, apparently my cuffs, and "washing" in the toilet brought him around.

- Well. - Olesya replied, not even looking at her boyfriend. - Now go and clean up.

- Good. - Boris answered.

- Stay. - Oleska said, looking up at him. “You don't want to tell your brother anything?”
Borka was silent.

- Well, that we are silent? - She did not let up. - You do not want to apologize, because so met him, and even rude?
I almost choked on tea.

- He, by the way, protects us. - continued the girl. “You are fattening here, while he and his friends in the Caucasus are shedding blood, you have safely sapped.”
Borka was silent.

- I'm waiting. - Olesya did not let up.

- Forgive me, Ivan, please for my terrible behavior. - Issued Boris without hesitation.

- Yes ... okay ... it happens. - I was shocked.

- Well, that's good. - Summed up Oleska ....

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