noticeably squeezed what was under it. Dzarovsky grinned in the dark, waiting for developments. But the beauty continued meaningless chatter, pushing on Vlad's further creative plans.
“Wow,” he thought, looking around at the three-story mansion, “and what are we doing, Svetlana Arnoldovna?”
This dwelling made a special impression on him in comparison with his one-room apartment, which he inherited after the divorce.

- Come in, Vladislav Kazimirovich, do not hesitate.
Op-pa, Surprise. ZD-cinema in three walls, on all three walls - scene number 280. Yes, the lady came seriously to the issue of the relationship between the sexes.
“I am very glad,” her hands rested on the shoulders of the astonished Dzarovsky, “that we are adults and we don’t need unnecessary explanations.”
Vlad turned around, the coat fell to the floor, he slowly pulled the dress down to the elbows. The blonde immediately breathed, her head thrown back. Vlad has never had such tall women, even Inga seemed short in comparison with her, and he immediately appreciated all the convenience. There was no need to bend or bend over. Everything is close, on the same level with you. If the lips, here they are. Kiss groin mint and barely restrained temperament. Silky skin asked to be touched, well-made chest itself was under his tongue. Waist bends, narrow hips ... he took off her clothes deliberately slowly, enjoying the royal body. The beauty moaned already in a voice and tried to unbutton his shirt.

“I myself,” he stopped her.
Raised in his arms, carried to the sofa, stood opposite. I undressed slowly, feeling her eating with his eyes. He took off his jeans with his underpants and winked at Arnoldovna when he saw how blue eyes flashed admiringly.
Scene number 280, take the twenty-second. Changing the cast.
His fingers intertwined with his fingers, he stopped her when she wanted to take the initiative, she scratched his back, he bit her shoulder.
- Wszystko (all), - he leaned back on the pillows and grinned, - well, Svetlana Arnoldovna. You should be in porn movies. Will your driver take me home?
- What for? - she poured them champagne, and Vlad again admired her body. - Is someone waiting for you at home?
“No,” he looked into her eyes, “no one is waiting for me at home.”
- Then do not rush.

Vera sobbed, pouring tears on his hunchback chest. He made a helpless gesture in response to the interrogative views of his colleagues.
- Why is he with me like that? I after all love him, and he ... and he ... like the last beast, took it and left with this fifa.
“Vera,” began the hunchbacks, “well, how are you, by God?” Who are you, snot green? And who is Dzarovsky?
Vera raised her swollen nose, squished her nose, blew her nose into the shirt of the hero-lover, and began to cry again.
- Yes? It's easy for you to talk. He's my first one.
- Che, right? - Seryoga sincerely surprised. - Wow. Listen, why are we steaming here? Come to me, there and cry enough.

At home, he alternately offered her water, tea, coffee, champagne, brandy and vodka. Vera persistently shook her head and did not want to calm down. Five times he took a cell phone to dial Vlad's number, for the fifth time Humpbacks hid the phone in a pile with dirty laundry. Then he resigned inevitably and went into the room to watch TV. To cry alone, the actress seemed akin to alcoholism, and she went behind him.
“And you look like him,” she suddenly said right at the door.
“And I know,” the macho replied, “that’s why we always play together with him.” Only his hair is long. Calm down?
He walked over to Verochka, blew her bang like a stuntman once and smiled at the way the blond locks shot up above his eyebrows.
- Go to sleep, trainee. I explain to you because of Irka.

Vera took a deep breath, rubbed her nose, and wandered to the sofa.
“And you spit on him,” she heard in the back, “it's not yours, Verka.”Believe me, burned wolf.
Easy to say - go to sleep, even easier - spit. And how to spit, and, most importantly - where? In the soul? So there is no place, there is one Dzarovsky, for everything else, alas ... Little soul at Verochka.

“Dear Svetlana Arnoldovna. I am very flattered by the fact that you agreed to become a producer of my next script. Before the reading of my work begins, let me bring to your notice some absurdities that happen with my scripts over and over again.

First: I want to note that Peter Sergeevich persistently ignores my advice about the cast. He tries hard to put on the main role of this khlyscha-Dzarovsky. Please take action. You, as a beautiful and intelligent woman, should understand that Vladislav Kazimirovich (with all my respect for him) is absolutely inept as an actor. And his appearance? Dear Svetlana Arnoldovna, can this man really please women?
Second: the female role ... It is worth a separate mention. The actress, whom the distinguished Pyotr Sergeevich, despite my insistent recommendations, took off in “Jaws”, is no good. You, as a woman with an incredible instinct and tact, must understand - shooting Trubina in The Brilliant Emma faces complete failure.

Third: hunchbacks. I have no complaints about him as such, but ... It surprises me why our esteemed director ignores this bright brutal pattern of masculinity. I hope only for your authority, dear Svetlana Arnoldovna.
Yours sincerely,
Vasiliy".
- Well, how are you? - the blonde was standing behind Vlad, when he curiously read the next cry of the soul Vasya from Kryzhopl. “Tell me he's funny.”
- Yes, really ... - a little forgotten thirst for blood awoke in Dzarovsky. And not anyhow whose, and specifically Vasina, - but in one thing he is right. I am absolutely inept as an actor.

Arnoldovna shrugged, shook her perfectly laid head and narrowed her heavenly eyes.
- Do not worry here. You only have to play what you do best. The rest will go Gorbunov.
Vlad took a glass from her hand, where whiskey was beautifully splashed on the bottom, and looked attentively at the queen. For a month now he lived in her house and could not understand what he was doing here, and why he was with her. He liked her, she attracted him, he wanted to stupidly wanted this perfect body, as if carved by a sculptor. But apart from crazy nights nothing bound them. A week ago, he began negotiations about filming a military action movie. The contract has not yet been signed, but the director of the film has already sworn tricks to the Pole. Hearing this, Svetlana Arnoldovna bit her lips and conceived something.
- What is the script about? - Shooting in two films at once was not something unusual for him.
“You will like it,” the blonde smiled mysteriously, “yes, and I will think about persuading Peter Sergeyevich to replace Trubina.” It seems to me that her childhood passion for you interferes with work.
- Light, are you jealous? - he did not come up with anything better than this idiotic question.
The blonde just languidly sighed in response. So the owners sigh for their dogs. You teach them, you fools, you teach, and they, as they were idiots, remained.

Fun acting life. From the doors of the restaurant fell trusteeship - Gorbunov, Irka and Vera. The hero-lover gave out autographs, the girls rummaged in handbags, folding their palms to each other on a half galaxy. From a tube of lipstick to the tablet. Vera finally found a handkerchief and forgot to wipe her nose when she heard a familiar female voice:
- No, Makar, with us is not necessary. Wait here. Vlad, help me out.
The girl had something wrong with her legs, and then with her stomach, followed by her head.
“N-yes,” Gorbunov tactlessly spit on Verino’s heart, and then he also smudged, “this is a couple.”
The actress turned and decided right away: the first thing she would do at home was hang herself. Or otvyratsya. Or jump from the balcony.
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