—... POLEZHAEVSKAYA!

Kostya crushed to the door. I'll be flat, he thought, clutching at his briefcase.

The carriage cracked at the seams. Faded and crushed, as in a juicer, people were driving from work and snapping at each other:

- Careful ...

- By the feet ...

- Man, you have to hold on ...

- Has become, damn it! It is difficult to pass, yes? Straight fuck how hard, huh? - Some guy hit a girl who stood at the door. The human tsunami dragged her to the edge, and she pressed herself into the corner where everyone was pushing her.

- Cozza! - the guy jumped out, finally, on the platform and disappeared.

“What a pretty girl,” Kostya thought, looking at the victim.

A third of the car went away, and several places were vacated, immediately occupied by agile grannies. One thing left free.

Looking back, the girl sat down hesitantly. "That's always the same and rude ..."

To the beat of his thoughts, an unadapted old lady appeared from somewhere:

- Has sat down! Retired!

- Sit down ... I looked - like there was no one ... - justified the girl. She had a little bell-bell, like the princesses in old cartoons.

- She looked! The old woman grumbled, tamping the sides of her neighbors so that it was more spacious to sit.

“And there is no one to protect, apparently,” Kostya thought, looking at the Princess. “Now it will be released - and that’s it ... and there somebody will yell at her again ...”

The princess really came to the exit.

“No, this is impossible,” Kostya suddenly decided. The doors opened - and he went out before he understood why he did it.

"So, what is next? So I will stomp after me ... and I will go home on my own two feet, because there is no strength to descend to this hell again ... Why, how could you talk to her? ”He thought painfully. Spectacular scenes were spinning in his head: the ambals dirtyly harass his princesses, and he ...

Kostya was a typical technical student — a frail physique, a stooped back, glasses — but in his fantasies he sometimes turned into a formidable macho man who terrified his enemies.

- ... Daushka! Give a smoke?

Kostya woke up. They have already gone out. Around the usual night rattling the public, half-drunk and vociferous, like hamadryads. Two attached to the princess:

- Still not smoking? And let's teach? Come on Or he will teach. Vasyuh, teach the hare to smoke?

Vasyuh poured Tsarevna by the shoulders. Kostya closed his eyes.

“If not now, then I can’t,” he realized. And rushed to the attack:

- Come on, fuck it! He shouted, closing his eyes. - Fuck the claw removed, fuck! Fell off all the girls quickly! Quickly, I said fucking! Right now, fuck it! Uyey, fucked up, fucked trimandoblyadskie, mudoeba, fuck you fucking fucking!

He yelled at the whole area, tearing his throat. A crowd gathered around. Gopnik, sticking to the Princess, were stunned by such pressure, and the Princess herself, too.

- Yes, do not yell you! We simply, this is the most ... - Vasyuh justified himself, respectfully looking at Kostya.

Two minutes later, he was walking along the empty street with Tsarevna.

“Excuse me, uh ... for the vocabulary,” Kostya made excuses.

“C'mon, nothing,” said the Princess, looking at Kostya with all her eyes. - And you probably train a lot?

- Ha! I? ... No, you know, here ... surprisingly, but it was a debut ...

- debut? Brilliant debut! Congratulations!

- Uh ... thanks! I just wanted to protect you ...

- to protect?

- Well ... you see, I still saw in the car how you were rude to all sorts ... Moscow does not believe in tears, you know ... And I thought: a while later, and here such nobles are hanging, that ... And I was not mistaken, see ...

- Hold on. Have you specially come out to make me a personal escort?

- Well ... well, yes, ha ha ... You can say that. And you see - it was useful ...

- And often you are so ... earn money?

- I? Not. Nooo ... I do not earn additionally. I just suddenly liked you very much.

- Do you like it? Than?

- I do not know. You have something like that ... Like in old photos, you know? So inspired ... I presented it like this: here you are, and next to it - all this is ours with you, sorry for the expression, the reality ... So I had to jump out to three stations earlier ...

The princess smiled a strange smile, which inspired Kostya, and drove him into a stupor. (Erotic stories) She had unbearably beautiful lips, glorious, ripe, like a real princess.

They have already gone quite a lot. Around were dark Shchukin courtyards.

- And what, you ... just go with me like that?

- Well yes.

- I hope you understand that you have no hope for ... uh ... continued? That you, an unfamiliar young man, at such a late time go with an unfamiliar girl who is not going to feed you, warm you, or kiss you in a fit of gratitude ... You don't even know my name ... Understand ?

- Understand. And what is your name, by the way?

- Never mind. Do you still go?

- And me, Kostya ... Are you banishing me?

- Ha! ... Here, Kostya, look. Since you are such a knight ... See these two? Every night they turn on the music so that I have bruises under my eyes from lack of sleep. Talk to them or something ...

Music lovers were twice taller and thicker than Bones. After a pause, he resolutely headed towards them.

“So,” he said loudly. - So, we love music at night? Oh, men?

From somewhere a hoarse bass came from him.

—... And which group, eh? "Night shame?" "Down Town"?

- What do you want, man? - finally answered one.

- What do you need? What do you need? - Kostya yelled, stepping on him. He backed up. - I will write those schA, che it is necessary! Musicians fucking Mozarts fucked! So that the night was quiet, got it? Got it? And do you understand? - he turned to another man.

- Kostya! - called Tsarevna.

- Right now! ... Folk, fuck. Only about himself, only about himself, - he mumbled, returning to her.

“Let's go,” she took his arm. - Thank you, you are a real knight. Let's go faster ...

- No, well, really: only about myself ... - Kostya did not calm down. The men followed.

- Everything, everything ... Come out of the image ... Us here, - the Princess turned to the front door.

Kostya entered the house with her, then into the elevator ...

- Well? - He stopped when Tsarevna opened the door. - See? All is well.

“Yes,” said the Princess, looking at Kostya. - All is well.

She had long, fluffy eyelashes, like a pony.

- No wonder, then, I imposed on you in the bodyguards ... And sleep now calmly ... Well, shall I go?

“And they are waiting there,” recalled Tsarevna.

- Who? Ah ... C'mon, I'm not afraid.

- Not afraid?

- Not. Well, I go?

- Well, go.

- Good-bye, - said Kostya, slowly moving away from the door. - Yes? Goodbye ... Maybe I'll see you later ...

- Wait! - The princess suddenly grabbed his elbow. - Well, where are you going? Well, where?

***

Tea has long been drunk. The princess, who, as if on purpose, was called Masha, was busy in the kitchen.

She was sweet to the obscene, like a large animated doll, brown-eyed, rosy-cheeked, with a body glowing from the heat.

Kostya shone with wit. Awkwardness is long gone, but the arrows showed a quarter to twelve ...

“Well, mistress,” he finally said. - Thanks for the bread and salt ... It's time for the good fellow on the road.

- And what - will you go? - asked Masha, for some reason, shuddering with laughter.

- I will go ...

- Here you go straight?

- Well yes.

- Here is a fool. - Masha suddenly sat down on his knees, clasped his head and began to kiss his nose and cheeks, saying: - Well, why are you such a fool? What? What?..

- Eeeee ... - Kostya moaned, closing his eyes. Masha kissed him with fervor - so that it seemed to him that he was dipped into sweet boiling water. - What? What? She murmured, groping his lips. - Here! Hee hee ... Red one.

- You too.

- I'm not red ... I'm ruddy ... These are different things ... Well, what are you? Kiss me, you idiot ... - she framed Kostya's lips, big, tasty, like strawberries, and Kostya dug into them with a burning mouth.

- Oh! Oh,...