“True,” said Koloskov suddenly, although he was going to say something completely different.

- Aah ... is that ... because of her?

- Yes. Because of her.

- Eeeeee ... - Palkina with horror and delight looked at Koloskov.

- This press conference is over. We thank you for your attention.

He caught Zoin's eyes, turned and walked away.

An hour later, the mobile phone rang.

It could have been anyone, but for some reason Koloskov hesitated, groping her in his pocket and fearing to get it.

On the eighth call, he nevertheless took out the humming device, looked at the screen and grinned:

- Yes, Lopakhin. I'm listening to you.

- Alexey Palych, hello ... - he heard a deaf voice. The voice was so embarrassed that his shoulders squeezed from his fluids. - Alexey Palych ... I wanted to apologize ...

- For what, Zhenya?

- For what I was then ... on Tuesday ... Excuse me, okay? Oh please...

- Okay. We drove, - said Koloskov, and added: - I was not offended at all then. That is honest. Honest historical.

("Or hysterical," he thought about himself)

- Yes? Thank you ... Alexey Palych ...

- He is.

- Alexey Palych, I didn’t hear out that you wanted to me ... Maybe we will meet again and you will agree? BUT? What did you want to say then? ..

“Okay,” Koloskov replied, cold. - So do.

- Cool ... And where?

- In my house. Have you already checked out? I'll reset your SMS address. I'm here next. Come right now. Right now. Can you I am waiting.

He slid the mobile phone through his pocket, cursed, picked it up, and walked home.

***

Before he rang the doorbell, he managed to measure about two kilometers around the apartment, put his head under the faucet, eat three salty tomatoes (although he didn’t want a bit), spend about seven minutes in front of the mirror and read his reflection notation from which it - adult man and teacher, experienced, balanced and ...

The call just caught him in front of a mirror.

Having jumped off as if he had been spotted, Koloskov took, as it seemed to him, his fatherly, caring look, inhaled, exhaled, inhaled again - and went to the door.

He could not understand why he was so worried.

“Hello, Zhenya,” he wanted to say, opening the door, and was already coughing, giving his voice pedagogical vigor. But did not say.

Zhenka stood in front of him.

Frozen, waiting, frightened to death, and beautiful to death - the plaintive beauty of the beast that looks into the owner's eyes - whether he will drown him ...

For a moment they looked at each other.

Then - Koloskov had no idea how it happened - Zhenka suddenly found himself in his arms, and he crushed her, enjoying the fact that she was alive, ruffled her hair and kissed her ear, neck, and then her eyes, licking bitter makeup from her eyelids.

He did not know, did not know at all why it happened, but it already happened, and nothing could be done. Already her face poked into Koloskov’s neck and was tickled by the breath and moisture of the lips that did not dare to kiss, and Koloskov himself drew with the tip of his tongue, like a brush, the paths on her face, going to the embarrassing lips that had fallen into his neck, like a refuge ...

He did not understand what it is and how it is. He never wanted Eugene, never thought of her as a woman — in any case, it seemed to him — and suddenly everything collapsed, or on the contrary, was erected, he did not know, - in one second, without his will, by myself. And It was a reality, and the rest was not at all. There was Zhenya, there were her lips, to which he was chosen millimeter by millimeter, - and now he opened them with the tip of his tongue and took the first bitter sample from them - a cocktail of lipstick, salt and burning sweet moisture ...

A minute later, they kissed, sucking each other with burning mouths, aching from hickeys and salt, and moaning loudly from excitement and fear that they could not stop.They were getting stronger and stronger, and they wanted to throw out all barriers, from clothes to air, and stick together in a living lump, cell to cell, in order to communicate with skin and electricity ...

Zhenka suddenly screamed - hysterically, scorchingly - from delight and horror, fluttering in her body.

This cry pushed something or, on the contrary, broke it, - and they broke away from each other.

There was a coat of Zhenkino on the floor. Koloskov’s jacket was dangling on one shoulder, Zhenkin’s sweater was pulled up along with a T-shirt all the way up to the ribs, and Koloskov’s hand creased the matte skin of the waist, penetrating under jeans.

“Zhen,” he croaked. The words seemed cryingly alien and superfluous, but it was necessary. - Zhen ... We can't do that. Do you understand, Zhen?

He removed his hand from under her jeans - and immediately returned it, just not to bare clothes, but to a sweater.

Zhenka looked at him with his coal-eyes, dark and adoring. Koloskov immediately failed and drowned in them, losing all the words.

I had to collect them again:

- Zhen ... Don't. Don't, ”he whispered, not letting her go.

- Why? - Zhenya asked with her lips.

- It is impossible. You're still a girl, I'm your teacher ... We can't be like that. Ren, do you understand? Do not. Well, don't, don't, please, Zhen, ”he pleaded with her, like a kid.

Zhenya suddenly recoiled.

“I know why you don't want to,” she said dully. - It's all him, huh?

- Who is he"?

- Director ... You are squeamish. He ruined me. I myself disdain. I fall asleep - and forever it is in my mouth, like a living ... I am beautiful, I know ... although it is not such a direct super-duper, but beautiful ... Why don't you want? Because I am dirty, and you disdain ... He slobbered me all over, I'm after him sticky, all sticky, I can never wash off, ”muttered Zhenya, not looking at Koloskova.

- Zhen, wait. All wrong...

- He wanted to fuck me, but I did not give it, said that I was going to court ... So he licked and squeezed me all ... Sticky! Sticky! I'm sticky! - screamed Eugene and roared, splashing tears at him. - I know ... Therefore you do not want ... Geeeee! - she pulled out of his arms and ran down the hall.

Koloskov rushed after her, caught her, and she fought like a beast in his hands, and roared to the whole house, and he dragged her back to the apartment. He pulled in, slammed the door, and turned to Zhenka, who had slipped to the floor. Her cheeks were black with streams of smeared mascara, like an Indian or a shaman ...

Suddenly he seemed to remember something.

“Zhen ... Zhen ...” He sank down on the floor beside her. - Do you know what? And let's you and I will hold a ceremony.

- What other ritual? - asked Eugene, choking on tears.

- Magical. Cleanse you from filth. Only you must obey and not be surprised at anything. Promise?

She listened, and he continued:

- You need to wash off this sticky trail. I will wash it off from you, and you will be clean again, as ... as it was before. Agree?

Sobbing, Zhenka turned to him.

- What should I do?

***

- Can!

Zhenka opened her eyes and screamed.

Before her stood a shaman. Naked, in a black cellophane loincloth, in potato beads, painted like a zebra. In his hands he had a black can with a sticking out brush.

Lips, swollen from kisses and roars, involuntarily spread into a smile.

- Arise, my daughter! - proclaimed the shaman. Zhenka stood up, the shaman picked up a brush, glossy from black paint, and brought it to Zhenkin’s face. Zhenka recoiled.

- Uh, where? Stand still! ..

He touched the cold brush of her cheek.

- What are you doing?!..

“The blackness will absorb the filth, and I will wash it off from you.” Forever ... Close your eyes.

“Ticklish ...” Zhenya closed her eyes, and the shaman blackened her eyelids, forehead, and then her entire face, from chin to ears. The paint was glossy and shiny like wax.

- Come here ... Look at yourself, my daughter!

He led her to the mirror. From there a terrible devil's face with white eyes stared at them. Zhenka screamed:

- Ahhhh! What a nightmare! ..

- This is just the beginning. Take off your clothes.

- How?

- Completely.

- Do you want me ...

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