“But no,” he grinned sadly at himself, “it turns out I can also fuck under the camera.”
The widow of a thief in law. Patron of Russian cinematic art. A lover of living toys of Polish origin, a beautiful and clever Svetlana Arnoldovna Krainova decided to get another domestic dog.
"Brudny suczka" (dirty bitch)
"Podła kreatura" (vile creature)

- Vladislav Kazimirovich, - Makar was not that surprised. And just dumbfounded - where are you from in this form? Svetlana Arnoldovna will be unhappy.
- Nichchego, p ... endures, - Vlad was not so much drunk as playing. Actor is he, after all, albeit a talentless one, or not?
He burst into the corridor, deliberately tangling in the carpets, opened the door with his shoulder, fell into the middle of the room and began to snore happily. Svetlana stared in amazement at the body of her lover, gently sniffed, walked over, and touched the toe of the shoe.
- Do not pretend. First of all: I know that you don’t drink that much. Secondly: the actor out of you is useless. My first husband snored, you before him, as before the moon, only forest.
I had to get up and look at the cold blue eyes almost flush.
- What's the matter? - beautiful demanded an explanation.
Dzarovsky went to the chair, grabbed a pillow and threw it into a corner. The blonde woman bowed her head to the shoulder with interest.
- Scandal? It is interesting. Well, well ...
Vlad turned to her.
- Why are you doing this? What do you want from me?
Arnoldovna smiled charmingly. Thin hands poured whiskey, added ice, stretched the Pole.
- Oh, that's what's the matter. You know, honey. I decided it was time for you to change roles. You are no longer a boy to jump from skyscrapers and burn in cars. Do not get me wrong, I'm worried about you.
Vlad choked. This iceberg can worry? I never would have thought.
“Sveta, I like to jump from skyscrapers and burn in cars,” he was still trying to be polite, “understand me too.” I do not know what you want.

Kraynova has rounded eyes. “And when did you have time to unlearn it?” Her look seemed to speak. Pushed in the chest, forcing sit in a chair. She came close, sat on her knees. She unbuttoned her shirt, bit her nipple slightly. She licked her ear, pulled her long hair back from her brow. She pressed her mint smell to her lips, hands unbuttoned the belt. Spread legs, sank between, undid her fly. Seeing this beauty in front of him on her lap turned out to be too strong. Vlad wound up, clutching her head.
Bring to a boil, swallowing to the ground. Realizing she was ready, she lifted the dress; under it - nothing, sat on top.
“You will play what I want,” she gasped in his lips.
- What for? - asked, mixing breath.
“Then what I want,” a cry screamed.
“I won’t,” he held his body, beating in pleasure, behind his back. He buried his face in her stomach.
Svetlana rose from Vlad's knees, straightened her dress, as if nothing had happened.
- I have a little of you in life, Dzarovsky. I love to watch you do it on the screen. And I like to know that millions are watching you. You have already refused, I know. If you do not accept my proposal, no director at the studio will take you to work. You go to the circus.

He looked at her, not blinking. She took his gaze impassively.
“Is this a game?” Asked gray.
"Worse. It's a lifestyle, ”answered blue.
“Whose?” - gray was surprised.
“Mine” - blue enjoyed.
Dzarovsky poured a glass of whiskey.
- I'm not a toy, Sveta.
- Who told you that? All people are toys. Just someone breaks faster, and someone lasts longer. Someone worth less, and someone more. That's the whole difference.
Vlad came close to her. “What a comfortable growth,” the Pole once again noted and with pleasure poured whiskey in the neckline of the dress. He noted that the intoxicating streams flowed beautifully over the excellent silicone and felt that he had burned a strong blow on his cheek.“Good growth,” he again marveled, and spat at Arnoldovna under his feet.
- Where are you going? - I heard in the back.
- Home. I already forgot that I have a house.
- I give you exactly a week, starting from this minute.
“Good,” Vlad answered mentally, and went out into the night.

Bullshit. All this time Vlad lived without the slightest remorse of conscience at the expense of Svetlana Arnoldovna. Dogs and pet toys are usually cherished and cherished by the owners. From them, no money is required for the content. And the doubled fee for “Jaws” was warming the Polish pocket with pleasant warmth. Scots, we even hold a candle. It was time to relax and think about how to live.
“Dzarovsky,” the director called at the end of the week, “be a man.” Play Mars. Well, it’s not from you, after all. Arnoldovna cuts off all week funding. Slowly but surely. She said that tomorrow is the deadline for your consent. Think about colleagues, they will remain without work.
- Who is this? - Vlad grunted. - Hunchback what? So he will outlive all of us on the screen, behind him the line of directors stands.
- Listen, come, see what I picked up your partner. Pamela Anderson, if she sees, will come up. And stupid like Trubin. Even more stupid.
- Roll off, Peter Sergeevich. I'm on vacation for health reasons.

At about one in the morning, Dzarovsky was visited by a brilliant idea to go to the store and take there medicines for Svetlana’s shaky Arnold nervous system. National greed and the promise to drink given to oneself exclusively at the expense of others have given way to the burning desire to get drunk.
- Vladislav Kazimirovich Dzarovsky? - He heard on the staircase.
- Yes. What can ...
He was not allowed to turn around and finish the sentence. They pushed into the apartment, threw their face on the floor. They beat for a long time, tastefully, skillfully, crashing into the broken ribs with shoe-toed feet. Saved only professionalism and ability to close the most vulnerable parts of the body.
- The hostess told her to squash eggs and smash her face.
- Oh, on the x ... Face clean, and so it is a pity to the peasant. Hold his hands, I will work.
The hands were torn away from the face, their knees were pressed to the floor, someone in the dark sat on top and Vlad felt the nasal septum crackle.
“If only my teeth are not knocked out, bitches,” - that was the last thing he thought about when he lost consciousness. Already in the fog I heard a funny phrase:
- Greetings from Svetlana Arnoldovny. Live stuntman.
I came to myself in a few hours. Lead fog settled in the head for a long time. With him brought nausea and hellish pain. The ill-fated ribs broke again. He felt his teeth with his tongue, he realized that in place.
“Psya krev,” he was horrified, remembering the threat of the “mistress” and somehow felt himself between his legs. Breathed out with relief - everything is in order. The shaking will pass, the nose will grow together, the ribs will heal - they will not be the first.
“Gorbunov, crud, where are you wandering around?” He cursed to himself, listening to the next one: “The subscriber is outside the network’s access zone.”

Verochka could not sleep. She sat in front of the mirror and looked at her reflection.
“That's what he found in her? Is that what I’m missing? She's painted, and I'm natural. And my eyes are bigger. And she pumped herself up to size, and I have all my own. And generally speaking..."
The actress picked up the phone's handset without even looking at the flashing number.
“Vera,” Dzarovsky was either drunk or eating something. It was difficult to understand him - come to me right now.
“Vladislav ... oh ... Kazimirovich, so late already,” the girl muttered, wondering how long she would have time to pack up and drive to the other end of the city, “let's do it tomorrow.”
- I do not live to see tomorrow. Go to the pharmacy. Buy bandages and peroxide. And a bucket of vodka.
Thanks to Heaven, around the clock pharmacies and nimble taxis. An hour later, Vera flew into Vlad's apartment, lamenting like a real mourner.
“Shut up,” Dzarovsky asked her, “my head breaks.”
He drank the first half of a bottle of vodka with almost one sip, which put Verochka in quiet horror. The second finished in, when she was processing a broken face .... Read more →