everything, ”he jumped out of bed,“ had a lot of pretending. Blow to yourself. If tomorrow is suddenly shooting - you, most importantly, do not be afraid. I will help, if that. You will see the screenwriter, tell him that he is a fool.
The actress, nodding happily, rolled out of the room. And Dzarovsky was sad when he remembered his golden-skinned Inga. And they feed badly here, and Inga has excellent Polish soup.

“I have bad news, friends,” the director sadly began the next morning, “the weather forecasters sent the rain for two weeks, at least. In this city, similar weather is common. Therefore, all port scenes are postponed. We remove only what is in the room.
And this could mean only one thing - Vlad had absolutely nothing to do here. With drinks in restaurants, talking on the phone and kisses under the trees, Gorbunov can cope without him. And side by side, he rolled to the main point.
- Peter Sergeevich, and let me go home for this time.
- That is, as? - I did not understand the director.
- Well, you see, two weeks of forced idleness ... I will lose shape and grow fat.
- At your expense, - cut Peter Sergeevich.

Vlad sighed. In addition to the fact that the Poles were recognized as the best lovers, they were also recognized by the same inexorable statistics as the smartest men in Europe. And only last year they went around the Scots.
- Pyotr Sergeevich, count yourself: how much you will spend on my number, my content and my training. And I will definitely go to train, I have it written in the contract.
The director's eyes narrowed. With this Pole, he worked for almost five years and knew that Vlad would still beat out what was necessary for him. And in fact he was right - it was cheaper to send him home than to keep here.

Taxi drove Dzarovsky to the house already well past midnight. Glancing at the windows, he was pleased to see that the light in the bedroom was still on, and he would not have to wake his wife. She and feed, she and will zagolubit. And warm and squeeze his golden chest.
- Vlad? - surprised Inga stood on the threshold of the room. - What are you doing here? You're on the set.
- Break for two weeks. The weather let you down. Do not stand a pillar, kiss your handsome husband.
Inga stood up on her toes, barely reaching the unshaven cheek.
- Honey, - came from the bedroom, - I missed you.

Dzarovsky quietly ass on the bag. He has never had the opportunity to play the role of a cuckold, and he simply did not know what to do in this case. In the script it was not.
- Vlad, - Inga turned pale, - just keep yourself in hand. I beg you.
He threw an incomprehensible look at her, and with a sweeping step he headed into the room. A fat monster fell apart on the marital bed. No, Vlad was not mistaken in the definition. What lay on the sheets was thick and monstrous. The fact that this creature is a man was indicated only by the absence of cowards.
“As I understand it,” the husband drawled, “that this is your Artamonych.” This is your director. I was not mistaken, dear?
“My name is Vasily Artyomovich,” the monster replied, “and Inga Vladimirovna and I made a quarterly report. And you, Vladislav, forgive, I don’t remember the middle name, everyone misunderstood.

Vlad doubled over in a fit of unrestrained laughter. Laughing amusedly, he walked over to the chair on which the director's clothes lay. Still laughing, he opened the window and deliberately slowly, from time to time, threw everything into the street from the ninth floor.
“You're the next one,” he honestly warned the fat man, “quarterly report, you say.” Oh well.
Artamonych did not wait for the execution of the stunt threat and rushed down the corridor to the exit, shining with milky buttocks.
At the entrance there was just a crowd of not too sober teenagers strumming in turn on a broken guitar. Here they have fun.

- Dear, - Inga stood at the kitchen window, nervously breaking her fingers, - I ask you to understand me correctly. Vasily Artyomovich, nevertheless, my director.For quite a long time, he tried to persuade me to connect.
Vlad winced. Inga always loved long and mysterious phrases.
- Well, - she immediately understood his discontent, - I will be concise. Yesterday he suggested that I resign if I did not accept his dirty offer. What could I do? You were not around.
Vlad once again laughed. He had such a trait - during periods of nervous tension, he always laughed. Once, six years ago, before he met his wife, he almost died on the set. The safety cable broke, and he flew from the mountain, announcing the neighborhood with healthy laughter.

“I used to be, dear,” he reminded her, barely refraining from smiling, “even when you were“ bowed down ”and“ offered. ” Couldn't you tell me? I would figure it out.
“Dzarovsky,” Inga seemed shocked, “how could I tell you about this?” You only thought about your work, you never had enough time for me. But I gave you the best years of my life. I grew old beside you, I turned into your shadow.
And here Vlad could not stand it completely, snorting laughter into the polished surface of the table. It was the speech of the main character from the script of the penultimate film, which they both read avidly. After that, a scene of stormy reconciliation of the parties and stunning sex was to follow. But the stuntman was in no hurry to get up from the chair, despite the fact that Inga was persistently flashing eyes.

- Do you want to eat? - Wife asked plaintively.
“Call a taxi to the airport,” he said to her, “I will go to work, and you will continue to achieve promotion and salary increase.”
Silent scene. Theatrical pause. Keep her going. Inga helplessly opened her mouth. She was firmly convinced that Vlad would react correctly to her emotional speech. But the screenwriter somewhere made a blunder, and the stuntman was in no hurry to enclose his charming life partner in a strong male embrace. Instead, he watered it with tons of icy contempt. Vlad Dzarovsky does not eat leftovers.

“The plane is only in the morning,” Inga said with hidden hope.
Well, well, so be it. Scrub feathers, ladies, Vlad Dzarovsky goes on a night hunt.
“Two, yes,” he said into the telephone, “a blonde and a brunette.” Until six in the morning. Your apartment.
Inga stood at the window, clutching at the collar of a short robe. She looked at her handsome husband.
The devil knows why she lay down with this nasty Artamonych. Probably because her husband will never be the first. His name in the credits always went the very last line. He is always made up, he often does not look like himself. And she so wanted the first.
Vlad left the apartment, leaving a bag with socks in the hallway.
“To hell with it,” he called back to the leisure company, “take the order.”
Cognac, and to the airport. Dzarovsky loaded his body in a taxi and calmly fell asleep with a sense of accomplishment.
The stuntman entered the plane already completely unconscious, having only had to dial the number:
- Vera, take me away, please.

Seven hours of sleep in a cramped armchair did not gain any strength, and the blond trainee just quietly grunted when the stocked-kilogram male carcass fell on her shoulders. The body smelled of brandy and incessantly swore in an unfamiliar language.
- Kurczę (devil-pol.)
- Dziwka (whore - pol.)
- Ja pierdolę! (bl * d - pol.)
- Jestes tania kurwa (cheap whore - sex.)
Vera did not understand anything, but stubbornly dragged Vlad.
“Vladislav ... oh ... Kazimirovich,” the girl puffed, “and we have good news.” Tomorrow they handed over the termination of the rain and the director promised to start shooting in the port. You returned so on time, Vladislav ... Kazimirovich. And Vasya rewrote the script, as you said. And your room is busy, you left for two weeks, so you have to mine. But this is nothing, I will go to Irka to stay overnight. Vladislav Kazimirovich, why are you so heavy?

Together with the taxi driver, they pulled Vlad out of the car, threw it right in front of the hotel, and Vera exhaustedly sank down beside her. For a few minutes she just admired the fact that she suddenly fell on her straight from the sky, and then reached out and gently stroked his cheek .... Read more →