Introduction...

At work, I often have to go on long trips.

In one of the trips, I met Vitaly.

He comes from a deaf Siberian village. But he looked very colorful, tall, dense constitution, baggy shoulders. Such is the epic hero. He was a hot brunette with dark skin and a pronounced eastern appearance.

What clearly did not correspond to the purely Slavic type of all other local residents.

As they say, vodka brings together. After a successful contract, we decided to sit in a restaurant.

Drinking alcoholic drinks, Vitaly told me that his mother is a real woman from the east. His mother is half Tajik and half Uzbek. From his words it appeared that his father did not go anywhere, he lived and worked as a huntsman in a nature reserve in Siberia.

When I asked how, then, his father met his mother, Vitaly said that his mother fell from heaven to him.

This story interested me. And I did not calm down until I found out the whole truth.

Something he thought of himself. Maybe somewhere embellished.

In the end, this story appeared, which I present to my readers.

Fallen asterisk ...

1972 Siberia.

Huntsman Alexander Tamarin awoke to a terrible howl and rumble, and then a booming explosion. He jumped out into the street. A glow of fire was visible nearby. Barked a dog.

- So this is a plane! - he understood.

- Come on, Ermak, let's go take a look! - He turned to the dog.

Quickly dressed, grabbing a first aid kit, he went to the place of the fall, on skis.

The good physical condition of the 32 year old man allowed him to quickly overcome several kilometers.

Soon began to appear traces of the crash. The very place of the fall was littered with burning fragments, scattered things and fragments of the bodies of the dead. And all of this lay within a radius of several hundred meters.

The sight was terrible.

Having a military and even criminal past Alexander, he saw corpses, murders, and death. But the view of the crash frightened him. Crooked and burned bodies, severed limbs made the blood freeze from the nightmarish spectacle.

Shocked Alexander, inspecting the crash site, constantly shouted:

- Is there anyone alive? People?

But in response, there was only the crackling of burning debris.

Having spent almost an hour at the site of the fall, and having already decided to return, Tamarin heard his dog barking.

He immediately went to the sound. The dog was jumping near a pile of debris, and barked invitingly.

Between the crumpled remains of passenger seats was a man, or rather, a very young girl.

The squeezed girl moaned weakly, but was conscious. Her long black hair was disheveled, her face was smeared with soot and was in bruises. She was wearing light jeans and a thin sweater. Apparently, she froze, even so much time in the Siberian frost.

- Hold on! I'll get you out now! Nothing broken? - he turned. - Take a sip! Keep warm

She looked at him with a frightened look.

Alexander took out a flask of alcohol and made her take a few sips. The girl coughed from alcohol.

- You did not break anything? Are the bones intact? How do you feel?

- Leg! - she shook her head, and still something was babbling. Then her eyes rolled up and she fainted.

Tamarin found some kind of debris, and using it as a lever, he bent the frame pressed against the girl with effort. Then he gently pulled her out, surprised at the lightness of her body.

Then he tore up her leg and looked at her leg. The fracture was clear. Having built a tire out of branches, he wrapped the leg tightly with bandages.

Next, he built from the branches ate something like a scraper. Having laid the girl, and having covered her with his sheepskin coat, he dragged her as gently as possible to his dwelling.

He was a strong and strong man with difficulty managed to drag his load. The girl he moved to his bed. First of all, he divided it. And carefully examined her body.

The girl was covered in bruises and scratches, but there was no major damage other than a broken leg.

With difficulty, he quelled, inspecting the girl’s young and thin body. Medium height, with large breasts and dark nipples, flat stomach, thin waist, smoothly flowing into the curving hips, between which was a bush of black hair. Slender thin legs.

Still, so much time without women. But he found the strength. He covered her with a blanket, and he began writing a note.

- Ermak! I understand the night in the yard! - He turned to the dog. - But it is very necessary! Give this note to Nicholas!

Alexander strengthened the case with a note on the dog's collar, and opening the door, he commanded.

- Nikolay! Carry on!

Yermak rushed off into the night to deliver a note about the incident to a friend Nicholas, his old friend who had a radio connection. Sasha had no doubt that the dog would deliver a note about the fallen plane. He has already used the dog's courier abilities more than once.

Only now Alexander was able to see her face. The girl was clearly from the east.

She was a classic oriental beauty. Despite her condition, she was a miracle how pretty she was. Dusky matte skin, oval face, straight nose, high forehead, long fluffy eyelashes. Sensual full lips, beautifully curved black eyebrows and luxurious long black hair.

- Beautiful girl! Thought Tamarin. - I wonder where she is from?

A little thought, he put his hand under her blanket to her, and laid it on his thigh. Touching delicate feminine skin was like an electric discharge. Immediately his cock was filled with force.

His wide palm stroked her thigh. He internally understood that it was, at least, ugly, but he could do nothing. His hand stroked her breasts, feeling the delicate skin, but when his fingers bumped into a wet crack, his penis could not stand it, many months longing for women affected. Sasha groaned began to finish spewing streams of sperm in his pants.

So he fell asleep near her ...

In the morning helicopters arrived with military and police. It turned out the An 24 crashed and about 50 people died together with the pilots. The reasons for such a catastrophe were yet to be clarified.

The surviving girl, on the recommendation of the doctors, was taken to the nearest hospital.

Where Tamarin came to visit her.

So Alexander Tamarin met Yulduz. That was the name of the girl.

In Russian, she spoke with a pleasant accent.

- How do you call something? He asked her.

- Yulduz! She answered quietly.

- And me, Alexander! You can just Sasha! Your name is strange! What does it mean? - he was surprised. - You are not Russian or what?

- My name means Star! I am half an Uzbek woman, and on another Tajik. And thank you for saving me.

- Yes this is Yermak thanks! He found you, and he took the note. It is almost five kilometers away. He ran all night.

The story of the girl was very tragic.

Yulduz was born in Samarkand, this city is located in Uzbekistan. Her father was Tajik, and her mother was Uzbek. But their relatives did not accept the marriage and the father and mother. And then her father went to the north to earn money, some time money and letters were sent from him. And then it all stopped.

Half a year later, her father’s relatives ousted her with her mother. They shouted that they would not tolerate dirty blood in their home. Like, her father found another in the north.

Mother soon fell ill, and then died. But Yulduz, which had finished a medical school by that time, and which began to flourish with beauty, began to incline to cohabitation. The so-called relatives began to woo her one wealthy, but old man, who held a post. Who wanted to have a young and beautiful lover. So they wanted to solve material problems. Still, this man offered a considerable ransom, for the young beauty.

But, having been refused by the girl, he intended to make her his own power.

Therefore, a young 19-year-old girl with a hundred rubles decided to look for her father in an unfamiliar land.

On the way the plane crashed. By some miracle, the girl managed to survive ...