The story is written at the request of the reader. The story of a couple of Christina and Eldar. The story goes on behalf of Eldar.

For several days I was impressed by my wife’s story. I could not think of anything else at home or at work. The partner even asked if everything was normal with me. Day on the third or fourth, I came to an unexpected thought - I personally wanted to take part in what Christine told. And this idea is so stuck in my head that I could not get rid of it. And the more I thought about it, the more I realized that it was not so easy to implement.

First, the wife could not agree. Could simply not want my presence. Secondly, Stas ... He could just go into denial in fucking my wife. And he could simply not want her ... with her. Although, it was possible to secure the consent of at least one, and then come up with a plan that everything seemed to happen by chance. But how to offer it to the same wife, I did not know yet.

Looking ahead, I will say that my idea has come true. Everything happened by chance, or not quite by chance, how much I had thoughts on this subject, and not with Stas ...

It began simply and banally - my wife and I were invited to the anniversary. The hero of the day was a friend of his wife's parents, his daughter was a friend of Christina, she even had a witness at our wedding. So we could not go. I even had to take time off from work, I had to go out at night, but this time I didn’t want to let Chris go alone to the restaurant.

The banquet was in the restaurant, there were a lot of people, but mostly the older generation. From the youth there was nothing at all - the daughter and son of the hero of the day with their families, Christina and I and another couple (I had not seen them before, most likely, like us, children of the hero of the hero). The music was also predominantly of the older generation, and we also had to dance to it. So it was pretty boring. There was a lot of toast, and although my wife almost did not drink (I wrote about this in one of the stories) drank a little more than usual.

The first guests began to leave, we waited a little more time, approached the birthday man, again congratulated, wished all the best, etc., and bowed.

It was possible to leave the restaurant in two ways - through the main entrance of the restaurant and through the lobby of the hotel. How to go, in principle, did not care how. If I chose the first path, further events might not have happened, but I chose the second path ...

Someone called out to me in the lobby of the hotel. The voice seemed terribly familiar. I turned to us walking Marat. When I came from the army, we worked together with him. Not to say that he was my other, but then we had an excellent relationship. Then I went to another place, and he stayed. To be honest, I was glad to see him, the last time we met was a long time ago.

We greeted him, I introduced Christina and Marat to each other.

- What are the fates here?

- Why, we were at the anniversary. What are you doing here?

- I work here. Security

- In the protection ...

- Yes. But security sounds better, - and he laughed, - maybe for a viskarik?

- I don't really like whiskey ...

- I promise you will like it. Well, let's go?

I was not against, Christie, too. We went to the bar, Marat, said something to the bartender, then turned to me and asked:

- Cristina, what will happen?

- She already has enough, let the juice drink.

“Why should I drink the juice, to me ...” - the wife thought for a moment, “something tasty.”

I leaned toward Marat and quietly, so that my wife could not hear, said:

- She already has enough, take something non-alcoholic ...

He nodded his head and again said something to the bartender. We sat down right there at the bar. Soon a whiskey and a glass of cocktail for the wife appeared in front of us. Marat leaned toward me and said:

- Do not worry, there is practically no alcohol ...

We drank and began to remember the time when we worked together. Christina was sipping a cocktail through a straw, at first she tried to listen to our conversation, but music in the bar was in her way.Then she began to turn her head around, examining the bar and visitors.

Having devastated the glass, she stated:

- Want more!

I began to dissuade her, so drunk, I have not seen her for a long time. But then a new glass appeared in front of her, I didn’t understand, Marat nodded to the bartender, or the bartender himself took the initiative.

Less than a couple of minutes, in my opinion, she again said:

- I want more...

“No,” I said flatly, “that's enough for you.”

- You're angry and greedy! Well, please, so tasty!

The bar was noisy, I walked to speak loudly and visitors began to pay attention to our squabble. I had to make a concession:

- Well, well, only this last one!

After she got another glass, she calmed down and for a while Marat and I were able to calmly talk.

I looked at her, she sat and nodded slightly. Now still fall asleep. I would also like to talk with Marat, it is not known now when our paths will cross, but Christina ...

- Marat, I'm sorry, but we have to go. A little more and Chris fall asleep.

“Ed, I'm sorry, it's my fault.” She shouldn't have ordered a cocktail. I did not think so.

- Never mind, she would have achieved her anyway. Believe me.

- Chris, we have to go ...

- Ah, boys ... Home ... Already ...

She slipped off the bar stool, and immediately she had to grab onto the bar counter.

- Oh, how drunk I am ...

- I told you, no more ...

- Ed, but it was so delicious ... Ed ... Oh, I didn’t give you a talk ... - she was silent for a while, - Marat, we went to us ... I’ll go to bed ... And you can just chat until morning ...

- What are you talking about, Marat at work ...

- No, I passed the shift ...

Though his wife is drunk, but a clever thought said ...

- Go? - I asked Marat.

- Inconveniently somehow.

- Yes that uncomfortable, no son, he is at the head with grandfather. We even have a normal chat with you ... No, if you need to go home, then yes ...

- No, I do not need to go home. I live alone now, so ... Good! You still go to the exit, and I'll catch up ...

And the truth is, my wife and I only managed to leave the hotel, as Marat caught up with us. In his hands he had a small paper bag. Taxi in front of the hotel was a lot, and we quickly got to the house.

- Marat, I'll put Christina in, and while you go to the kitchen, manage your job. Go through the refrigerator, the bottle is there, and find some snacks.

My wife was completely gone, I had to sweat pretty before I took off her dress. Leaving her in shorts alone, I laid her on the bed and covered her with a blanket.

Marat was sitting in the kitchen, on the table was a bottle of whiskey and that's it. I had to go to the fridge myself, get a snack.

We sat, gradually consuming the viskar, and chatted. Remembering how we worked together, mutual friends, and generally talked about life ...

Somewhere in 20-30 minutes, he heard footsteps. Then the toilet door creaked, then the sound of merging water, creaking again. Chris peeked into the kitchen. But no, she was wearing a bathrobe ... When the door to the kitchen began to open, I was scared at the beginning that she, as usual at night, went to the toilet, in which she was asleep. Her face was sleepy, her hair was disheveled, her expression was nothing ... She was completely drunk ... And without saying anything, she left ...

And then I knocked on my head, no, not alcohol, he had already hit a long time ago ... So many days I had been pondering how to organize myself, my wife, and ... , and maybe even understand nothing at all, and Marat ... Marat used to be a terrible womanizer, I had to cover him several times when he fucked some female during work ...

From this thought, it even became cool in the chest ... It remains to persuade Marat ... I hope that during this time he has not changed.

I poured a whiskey and a pretty decent portion, and when they drank, and busting a little fear, I started:

- You see, Marat, I have one dream ... no, it is not ...