“You flew ten thousand kilometers just to ask me this question?”
Vera jerked to the exit, but Vlad closed the door with his hand.
“I work, Inga,” he continued, “I have a shoot tomorrow.”
“In that case,” the wife said sarcastically, “I will see.” I think the comments of the expert will not interfere.
“Vladislav Kazimirovich,” Red Verochka murmured, “please let me go.”
The stuntman freed the exit and shut the door behind her. The girl pressed her back against the wall, she felt as if a bucket of shit had been thrown at her. She was ashamed, and bitter, and hurt at the same time. In the room, the scandal grew, the voices gained altitude, someone svarknul against the wall or a glass, or the bottle itself. The actress stood and listened to all this for some reason.
“Vlad,” she heard Inga cry, “well, forgive me.” You haven't been home for months.
“You knew who you were marrying, dziwka.”
“Stop swearing in Polish,” screamed the wife.
The voices began to subside, turning into an obscure whisper. Vera started when she heard a languid female moan, and rushed down the corridor to her room.

The director wearily sat down on a cabinet with ropes.
“Vlad,” he began softly, “I understand everything.” Your wife came to you, not to rehearsals. But you have to work, understand me? We have such a job. Well, pull yourself together, stuntman, and then Arnoldovna is already beginning to make a row. I even have nothing to send to her, you lie like a log.
- Vera, - he turned to the actress, - well, help him. Woman are you in the end or where? Agreed? Try it yourself, without a script. Maybe that will work out. Camera, motor.
Scene number 280, take the twentieth.

The girl gathered all her inexperienced forces into a cam, closed her eyes bravely and pressed to his lips. A minute later, Dzarovsky let her tongue inside, clasped the back of his head with his hand, pressing closer to him. She stroked his body, kissed his neck, played with lobe, feeling her thigh that her efforts were not in vain. With a low moan, he turned her over onto her back.
- Well done, guys, - cried the director, - the cameraman, the camera is closer.
But no one listened to him. Gorbunov grunted enviously. Vera almost fainted when the stunt tongue touched her nipples and traced a wet path from her chest to her belly. Where his lips touched, his body burned with fire. She felt a fire begin to burn in her lower abdomen, which was then extinguished and then ignited in the last few days. Vlad looked into her eyes:
- Ready?

She silently nodded back, pushing her hips herself. They almost did not depart from the script. He gently settled between her legs, she grabbed his hips, at the level of natural instincts, leaning towards and feeling his desire to go inside her.
- Uterka Bosca, - Vlad got up on her hands when she bit her lips so as not to scream and clutched her nails in his shoulders, - what are you, for the first time?
He stopped, the director almost whined:
- Well, what is it again?
“We have problems,” Dzarovsky said, “Verochka has a period.
“Ugh, idiot,” Pyotr Sergeevich spat, “Stop the camera.” Well, at least Arnoldovna material will be.

Vlad was sitting on a bed in the Verochka room and looked at her intently. The girl was terribly nervous. She constantly sniffled, moved her eyebrows and all the time trying to justify something.
- Why did you do that? He finally asked her. - What did you want to achieve? This is just a job. This is a shoot, understand?
And then she finally burst into tears, nuzzling her nose.
- Oh, God, - Dzarovsky rolled his eyes.
- I wanted ... - she tried to explain, - I wanted to, but you didn’t rehearse. And then your wife came to you and you made it up. I heard everything. And all this time I wanted to tell you ...
Vlad walked over to the chair on which she was sitting, squatted, and took her face in his hands.

- Inga has already left and will be engaged in divorce. What did you want to tell me?
- That I ... that I ... that I love you, Vladislav Kazimirovi-and-h. From our very first rehearsal-and-and-and. And you didn't even pay attention to me. Verochka something, Verochka-se.
“Fool,” he pressed her head to himself and felt the tear waterfall wet his shirt over his shoulder, “let's go.”
He gently lifted her from the chair.
- Where? - She once again sniffled, and blinked wet eyelashes.
- On the bed, where else? - he seemed surprised by her incomprehensibility. - It is necessary to finish with you. I can not break you thirty doubles in a row in front of everyone. It will be cruel even to me.
She stood before him, as if illuminated from within by her joy. Small, fragile, trembling from his every touch. Giving up without reserve as a woman can surrender to her first man. First and beloved, in addition.
When Vera, who no longer needed to hold back, screamed in pain and joy at the same time, Dzarovsky suddenly thought:
“Thank you, Vasya from Kryzhopl. You really wrote a masterpiece. ”

Scene number 280, take the twenty-first.
“Taken,” the director shouted, “Well done, guys.” Congratulations.
Humpback ran first.
“Finally,” he clapped Dzarovsky on the shoulder, “I was desperate.”
Irka whispered something to happy Verochka. The director talked with the operator, discussing the footage.

The premiere of "Jaws" caused a stir. A flurry of emotions, a storm of applause. The only dissatisfied man turned out to be Vasya, who never forgave Dzarovsky for his capriciousness on the set. But the director, with his usual tact, explained to him that the screenwriter had written a masterpiece, after which Vasya seriously thought about the immortal "Emmanuel". We have already agreed on everything with the producer, the cast in the rezhik's head is solid, it remains only to shake a Kryzhopol member.
The group uncorked the champagne, Verochka happily breathed to Dzarovsky in her armpit, when Peter Sergeyevich suddenly said:
- T-ss, Vlad. Svetlana Arnoldovna in person. Congratulate you.
- Vladislav Kazimirovich?

The broader chest voice belonged to a very tall, almost platinum blonde woman. She moved down the hall like a huge cat, getting closer and closer. Blue eyes cast around Vlad with such frankness that even the hero-lover of the hunchbacks blushed. Peter Sergeevich quickly gathered the group and led to the exit. Unhappy Vera again felt unnecessary.
- Well, okay, what are you? - whispered in her ear Seryoga. - This is the case. Our work is dance, do you understand? Get used to it.

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The blonde came close, having covered the Pole with a delicate aroma and her eyes were almost on a par with the stuntman's eyes.
- I propose to celebrate a successful premiere in a more suitable setting.
Dzarovsky raised his eyebrows in surprise. He began to amuse this situation. The passport has already decorated the stamp of the divorce, and Verochka intercepted Gorbunov. For some reason, Vlad did not believe the seriousness of her feelings.
- For colleagues, do not worry, I ordered them a restaurant.
In order to say these words in his ear, she did not even have to reach out. She just raised her head and ran her hand over the wavy curls.

“Thank you, Svetlana Arnoldovna,” he answered just as quietly.
Honestly, in her place, he expected to see a climacteric woman, amusing herself by viewing the footage. The appearance of graceful beauty in a long white dress and a manto thrown over his shoulders led him into some confusion. Perseverance, and frankness, when she led him along, woke up an adventurous vein inside the Pole.
At the exit, they were waited for by a car with an ambal near the door. Dzarovsky professionally evaluated the training, equipment and loyalty. Telash helpfully opened the door, the blonde slid inside, Vlad was behind it. The car was not small, but Svetlana Arnoldovna managed to make it so that the two of them became cramped. Raised the partition between the seats, opened the bar, offered a stuntman.At the turn of the hand touched the fly, fingers barely ... Read more →