- Well, okay, then come on Anya, all the best to you

- Thank you, Uncle Oleg, to you too

- OK Bye

- Goodbye, Oleg Nikodimovich.

Having finished the conversation with the future father-in-law, she looked up and saw that we were going to a completely different part of the city. Without asking the groom anything, I silently peered out of the window, trying to predict where he was taking me. Nervously biting my lips, I went through the options in my head, however, after he turned into Builders, everything became clear to me. Ear ring went to "Verona", the most expensive place in our city. I barely restrained myself from screaming: I dreamed of being there as a little girl, and now my boyfriend is taking me there to make an offer. And in five minutes we, climb the marble staircase "Verona". In terms of the proposal, Sergey was not very original, putting a ring on the bottom of the glass. Seeing the ring, I played a sincere surprise, and he, standing on his knee, asked for my hand. After a short silence, I replied: "Yes." For joy, my future husband picked me up and ran to the car. Putting me in the car, he drove to the nearest registry office. Despite the solid speed, we did not have time at the registrar office, and the application was submitted only the next day, in the morning. The wedding date was October 10 (the hot end of July was in the yard). Wedding in the fall, you could only dream of it!

I was overwhelmed by the pleasant pre-wedding turmoil. “The wedding should be the best, and I should be the most beautiful,” I thought, taking on all the organization of the event. Although it was more than two months before the wedding, there was a feeling that there was not enough time for anything. Gradually my dear occupation turned into a dull routine. Everything hung on me: from music, to the color of napkins, I had absolutely no free time, and instead of supporting me, the bridegroom was always hanging out in front of the computer and was indignant that he wasn’t “devoured. Help came, as they say, from where they did not expect, the future mother-in-law, Galina, helped. Together with her, we quickly raked the dam, in parallel, making friends. Aunt Galya turned out to be a good woman, although at first our relations, to put it mildly, did not work out. From her, I learned that my elderly lover, Nicodemus, had gone to visit relatives, to Vladimir, and would return at least two weeks later. The released amount of time decided to spend profitably, adding to the existing yoga, fitness classes and ballroom dancing courses. And, of course, she didn’t cheat her favorite female occupation - shopping.

Time flew by quickly. And now, exactly one week before the wedding, we are invited to his parents for a quiet family gathering in a narrow circle. I was terribly worried, because I would see my Nikusha there, so I dressed beautifully: stilettos, a fluffy skirt, a dark jacket with a neckline, in which you could see a white lace bra. I was asked to come two hours before the evening to help Aunt Gala with cooking. When I finished cooking, we drank a glass of rose wine and gossip a little bit. The men drove up later, bringing each of their ladies a huge bouquet of roses, the groom's dad, Oleg, having slapped my hand with his kiss while blinging his eyes towards the slightly bare chest. After we sat down at the table we ate, we had a lively conversation, in general, we had fun. Everything was wonderful, but my only beloved grandfather was nowhere to be seen, he had never appeared, never appeared, and we didn’t set the table for him. I was very worried, but I was afraid to ask. The evening was coming to a logical conclusion, upset by the absence of Nicodemus, I silently sat and blew wine.

Sergey's father nadyl in the hall, it was impossible to breathe, and I decided to go to the balcony, to breathe. On the way, I wanted to look into our former room to find out what they had turned into, but the door was locked.On the balcony, she sat down on a bench standing there, leaned on the wall and stared with her drunken eyes at sunset, her eyes closed themselves. Memories of sweet time spent with Nikusha, his strong hands caressing his body, hoarse herbal breathing and exciting hearing, flooded me. I dreamed that my gray-haired lover appeared and hugged me tightly, patted me on the back against the cold wall and said: “All is well”. And suddenly I feel like someone grabbed my knee, although my hand seemed familiar, I shuddered. Fifth began to shake my leg, I was terribly scared, but still I decided to open my eyes. Raising my eyelids, I saw Nicodemus. Although the sun had already set for a long time, and there was no lighting on the balcony, I could easily distinguish its silhouette. Seeing my own wrinkled face, I whispered: "Nikusha." He also showed me "Quiet" with a gesture, put a piece of paper in his palm, evaporated in the next instant. Not immediately realizing what had happened, I thought that my mind decided to play a trick on me.

However, having clenched my fist, I felt something rustling in it. Having unfolded the bundle, I saw some records there, but the alcohol and the almost total absence of light prevented me from parsing a single letter. The only thing that came to my head was to put a piece of paper into my bra to read it later. Rising from the bench, quietly stomped into the room where the festival was held, the light emanating from there blinded my eyes, which were accustomed to darkness. Some excitement reigned at the table, the reason for which I did not immediately understand. Fully opening her eyes, she saw Nicodemus and Oleg raise a toast to the health of the young, and Aunt Galya drags plates from under the food to the kitchen. When she saw me, she said that the bridegroom was waiting downstairs in the car. Saying goodbye to the owners, put on street shoes and went down. I got into the car when I fell asleep, but I couldn't sleep all the way home. Sergey at every traffic light began to kiss, touch for pussy, legs, spoke all vulgarities, with great difficulty persuaded him to suffer to the house. Crossing the threshold of the apartment, I slipped into the bathroom, where I first read the message of Nicodemus. On a piece of paper of irregular rectangular shape, whipped up in a hurry from some rag, the words that made my heart tremble were written: “Come here the eighth, after dinner. Your Nikusha. I was overjoyed: "Nikusha thinks about me, he gives me a date." My inflated joy was interrupted by my husband at five minutes, who began to bang on the door. Throwing a piece of paper into the sink, I washed it off thoroughly and opened it to my insatiable. Excited by the memories of Petrovich, I presented him with such a night that in the morning he was joking, “that he would pour brandy into my coffee”. Oh, what a shackle stupid, he thought it was all alcohol ...

Three days passed quickly, the seventh of October came. I woke up early and taking my young man to work, sat in the bathroom. She washed herself, shaved her girl, then came out of there, puzzled for a long time what to wear. The choice fell on a light summer dress (good weather was good), which perfectly demonstrated all the delights of my young body, under the bottom lace flesh-colored underwear, and I put on tall legs on my legs. I applied a bright red lipstick on my lips. The time was half past ten, I was fully armed, before Nicodemus, I only needed to drop into the bridal salon, confirm the choice of wedding attire. Inside, I fell into a stupor: the previously selected version did not seem so beautiful anymore. The worker, going to meet, gave me a catalog with the condition that I will bring it back the next day, along with his statement. After finishing things in the cabin, I moved on a taxi to Nicodemus. Although the house where his parents lived was only 15 minutes away, it seemed to me that three hours had passed, no less. And now the car stops in front of the familiar entrance, I take out a 1000 ruble bill from my handbag, put it in the taxi driver’s palm with the words “I don’t need to surrender”, fly into the entrance.

In spite of the fact that I was wearing heeled shoes for three stair flights, I literally flew over, but the last flight was given with great difficulty. Toli tiredness, toli excitement did not allow me to overcome the last obstacle quickly. Slowly but surely, with heels, I walked over to the right ...