by the arm, and sharply turned 180 degrees.

- What kind of masquerade? - Max asked with a smile

As soon as Margo pulled out the gun, Maxim stopped smiling. Snatching her weapon, Makeev immediately hid the gun in his pocket.

- You do not joke. And then I ...

- What are you doing here? - interrupted Max Margot.

“Let's talk outside,” suggested Maxim.

- Speak now. Better give me the barrel back.

- So that you ruin everything? Well, I do not. Not for that, I agreed with Lavrov, so that after a couple of minutes you would shoot him.

Margo was dumbfounded.

“What did you agree with him about?” She asked after a short pause.

- About everything. Neither Lavrov, nor even the cops, will bother you more. So let's finally go outside.

As soon as they left the club, Max first of all removed his glasses from Margo and threw them into the trash can. There also went a wig and a gun.

- How did you manage to negotiate with Vadik? - asked Margot.

“I paid him off.” I paid 10 million so that he and his henchmen would leave you alone, and another 5 million so that they would never find the malicious terrorist from the news, ”Max answered.

- It's funny. And in fact?

- I am not kidding.

- Do you take me for an idiot? You are not the first day you go in the same turtleneck and windbreaker from second-hand! Where did you get 15 lyams?

- I sold my apartment.

Margo smirked. She thought that Max would now say that it was a joke, but seeing the expression on Makeev’s face, she realized that the guy was quite serious.

“Either you are a very good actor, or a fabulous asshole,” she said in a shocked voice.

- Usually such transactions take longer. Fortunately, the owner of a real estate office was a good friend of Yakov Natanovich. You will be surprised to know how many people want to buy a two-room apartment in the center of Moscow. I had to arrange a small tour for a potential buyer. He was pleased with everything, and in the evening I received my money.

“Why didn't you answer the calls?”

Max blinked in surprise, and pulled the phone out of his pocket, which turned out to be off.

- Oh, yes. Looking through all these real estate papers, I turned off the mobile so as not to be distracted. Well, then I just forgot to turn it on.

Margo shook her head reproachfully.

- You're not a fabulous asshole. You ... you ... Damn! This word did not even come up! And if Vadik had thrown you, what then?

- What does it matter now? It's all over. All your problems, and by the way my, too, have been solved. If you forget about the fact that now I have nowhere to live. Although not so scary. I'm sure Luba ...

- What the fuck, Lyuba? Are you all that crazy? - Margo exclaimed in anger, and a couple of times hit Max with her fist in the chest.

- What is it? - asked Maxim with simulated surprise.

- Nothing! Today you are moving to me! My hut is not as spacious as yours, and the bed is single, but ...

- Okay. But you have to help me with the move.

Margo just shrugged and walked away from the club. Having reached the girlfriend, Max, in a businesslike manner, hugged her around the waist.

- I can not believe that you ruined everything. Openly go to meet with Vadik, and discussing something with him is the height of idiocy, ”Margo said, leaning closer to Max.

- And do not say. It really was very stupid. Not like getting a gun, pushing him into the club, and trying to shoot Lavrov in front of a whole crowd, ”Max joked.

- Do not be clever - you do not go! - Margo said with a smile, and lightly kicked Makeeva with her elbow in the side.

Vadim, who left the club, looked after the receding couple.

“Bonnie and Clyde!” - Lavrov said with a grin, and headed for his jeep.

Epilogue

The alarm clock rang at exactly 5:40 in the morning. Opening his eyes, Max threw back the blanket and got out of bed.Margo did not even budge.

- Don't pretend, Rita. I know that you are not sleeping, - said Maxim, yawning widely.

- And you are quick-witted. “Take the pie from the shelf,” Margo replied in a sleepy voice, and covered her head with a pillow.

Max and Margot did not live together for the first month. Thanks to Yakov Natanovich, Maxim got a job working as a driver for an entrepreneur who was a friend of the old Jew. As soon as he received an advance payment, Max bought a large double bed, and, together with Margo, tested it for strength that evening. And although it was a bit cramped to live together in an odnushka, Max did not regret at all that he had sold his apartment. As soon as June came, Margo reminded Max about the promise to take her to the sea. The next day, Makeev took a two-week vacation. The couple decided to go to the Black Sea, and have a good time. Since the evening, collecting things, Max and Margo went to bed early, intending to leave at dawn.

“Just don't take the time.” We did discuss everything yesterday, ”said Maxim, putting on a T-shirt.

- I have changed my mind. “Nothing bad will happen if we leave the house a couple of hours later,” said Margot.

- And we will stand in a traffic jam until the evening. Today is Sunday.

- Well then, drive without me.

After Maxim removed the pillow, and pulled the blanket off her, Margo turned her face to him and gave the guy an angry look.

“Don't look at me like that.” By the way, I'm trying for you, ”Makeev reminded.

- Okay, do not nudi. I already get up.

It took Margo a little more than 20 minutes to put herself in order. Wearing a dark blue blouse, short red shorts, and white sandals, Margo quickly put on her makeup, combed her hair, then sat on the bed, and began to check the contents of her suitcase. After making sure that she had not forgotten anything, Margo took the suitcase in her hands and went out into the hallway.

- I look like? She asked, adjusting her hairstyle.

Max meticulously looked her up and down.

- On five with two minuses, - he said after the inspection.

- Why? - Margo was surprised.

“Because minus gives minus a plus,” Max answered with a smile.

Margo shook his finger with a feigned angry, lightly snapped her finger on the nose, and went out into the porch. Going downstairs, Max and Margo threw their bags in the trunk, and drove away from the house.

- Tell me, but honestly: if I did not remind you about your promise, we would not go anywhere? - asked Margot after Maxim drove onto the highway.

- Surely would go. You know, I'm used to being responsible for my words.

- Yes? What would you do if I said I wanted to go to the moon? Would you rush to keep an eye on the spacesuit?

- Of course not. This is ridiculous.

- Why is it ridiculous at once? People fly into space.

- Yes, I'm not talking about the flight.

- What about?

- About you. In a spacesuit and sandals you would look like a complete fool.

Margo introduced herself, walking in summer shoes on the lunar craters, and laughed. However, soon the travelers were not amused. At 20 kilometers from Voronezh, the car stalled. Driving off the road, Max and Margo got out of the car. As soon as Makeev opened the hood, white smoke immediately went out from under the lid.

“We arrived,” Margo said, folding her arms in front of her chest.

Max coughed, dispersed the smoke with his hand, and then told Margot to bring him a tool box.

- It is better not to repair your kolymagu, but to finish it off. In order not to suffer, - the girl replied to the request of Maxim.

Max grunted something dissatisfied and went to get the tools.

“You should have begged not only a vacation from your boss, but also a company car.” Such garbage would not have happened to him, - Margo expressed her opinion after Max returned with the box.

- Are you kidding me? Say thank you for giving me a vacation. I'm working for Yuri Nikolayevich, nothing at all! - Max said, pulling the wrench.

Having spent time with the car for half an hour, Max was never able to find the cause of the breakdown. Margo is pretty tired of all this. Having unbuttoned the top two buttons on the blouse, the girl went out on the road and began to catch a ride. In less than a minute, a green BMW stopped next to Margo.A smiling middle-aged man in a black shirt was driving a car.

- Hi beauty. Where are you going? He asked, lowering the glass.

- In Sochi. But I will be grateful if you throw at least to Voronezh.

- And what I get for this? The man asked, with undisguised lust in a brazen gaze.

Margo smiled, took the man by the chin, and looked into his eyes.

- I will not be telling my boyfriend about your hints, and he will not put your head in your ass. Does this offer suit you? - the girl asked in a businesslike tone.

The man stopped smiling, raised the glass, and hit the gas.

“Cowardly schmuck,” Margo said reproachfully, looking after the retreating car.

The next attempt to find help was more successful. The gray-haired old man on the red Zhiguli was only happy to help the sweet couple. Having found a strong cable in the trunk of his car, the pensioner suggested that Max tie the cable to the bumper and throw the hapless travelers to the nearest car service center. (Porn stories) Maxim warmly thanked the old man, secured the cable, and got into the car. Margo took the back seat.

“Not a very good start,” Max grumbled dejectedly after the car moved.

- Oh, come on. Your trough broke, and to hell with it, ”Margot said frivolously, taking a bottle of mineral water from her pack and taking a few sips.

- Yes, what have the car? No matter how serious the breakdown would be, everything will be fixed in the service station. But if the grandfather will continue to trail at such a speed, we will quickly reach Voronezh on foot. And then also the repair itself. In fact, we are wasting a whole day.

- Nothing wrong. One day lost - 13 left. And the fact that my grandfather barely lags, even good. We now have plenty of time.

- Full of time for what?

“Get over to me - you will know,” Margo said with a sly smile, and began to unbutton her blouse.

Max immediately understood what his girlfriend was driving at. Lowering the seat, he moved back, and when Margo unbuttoned the last button, he took off her blouse and threw it in the front seat. The girl, in turn, took off T-shirt with Makeyev, and threw it on Max's neck, like a scarf.

“It would not be happiness, but misfortune helped,” said Margot, pulled Max to her, and kissed her.

The road to the sea promised to be long and unforgettable.

the end