1. Studio romance. Part 1
  2. Studio romance. Part 2
  3. Studio romance. Part 3
  4. Studio romance. Part 4
  5. Studio romance. Part 5
  6. Studio romance. Part 6
  7. Studio romance. Part 7

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I woke up well - caught the girl on the hot. She was just trying to slip away unnoticed when I opened my eyes.

- This is not what you thought!

- What did I think?

- I'm just used to sleeping with a teddy bear! I have a hefty, almost human size, they gave it to me for my birthday, - Marina rattled off in embarrassment, Marina. - I fell asleep and forgot that I was not at home!

- Yeah, of course.

- It's true!

I just shrugged and turned to the other side, intending to sleep a little longer on my day off. Marina still muttered something, but the dream hit me very quickly.

- Igor! Igor, wake up! - the girl demandingly shook me. For some reason, I remembered the doggy that I had as a child. She, too, constantly demanded attention, regularly broke something in the apartment, and then fell in love, feeling guilty.

- What do you want? - widely yawn, it is clear that it will not be possible to fall asleep.

- I cooked eggs! Let's have breakfast.

- Scrambled eggs?

- Yes! With sausage and cheese. Can you make some more tea?

- What have you done?

- Why such a question? I just prepared breakfast to thank for the hospitality ...

- What have you done?

- I, in your opinion, necessarily had to mess up !?

- What have you done?

- Well, I accidentally answered the phone call ...

“So, let's be more specific,” his eyebrows sternly moved.

“The home phone rang,” began Marina. “You were sleeping, I thought that I should pick up the phone so as not to disturb you.” There is some girl there ...

- What's next? - I already guessed who could call.

- Well ..., - Marina hush. - We argued a bit, and I hung up.

- argued a bit? - I specified, looking at the phone cord torn from the socket.

- She first started! - Marina growled, squinting on a chair. I caught her gaze and nodded shortly.

Someone starts the morning with a cup of coffee, someone with a run in the park, and I am with a light flogging of a young girl. Not a bad option, to be honest.

Strange we lined up a relationship. We don’t know anything concrete about each other, we sleep together, I calmly paw her ass, she lives with me like at home. With the last point, by the way, you need to decide something ...

- When are you going home? - I asked, absorbing the scorched, salted eggs.

Marina deeply thought, several times shot at me with her eyes, then issued:

- I'm not bothering you? Just a couple of days ... maybe until the end of the week ... next, well, there, according to circumstances.

Reminds a joke. Give some water to drink, and then you want to eat so that there is no place to live. Okay, I already had some ideas myself, until I put pressure on her.

“I'm going for a walk on business,” I said. - You ... do not make fires, floods and earthquakes. The apartment is dear to me, as a residence. Do not take the tube, open the door only to me.

- I also want to go outside! - it was declared the maiden, but she caught herself in time. - But the clothes did not come in order, and in general ...

- That's it! - I concluded, with all my might hoping that by my return the girl would not blow the apartment.

He came out of the doorway very carefully, for fear of an ambush for a vigilant pensioner. It has passed. Moving away to a safe distance from the house, I took out a mobile phone. For my plans, I needed some help, fortunately, I had a person to whom I could always turn to.

“Hello syskar,” I greeted cheerfully. - How is the service?

- ABOUT! Igorek, you have not been heard for a long time, - the tube answered no less joyfully. - I have all the old, I sit on the state salary. Are you still ...?

“Still,” I answered shortly, and quickly moved on to another topic.- Listen, your help is needed here, so that means with a crust, in shape and in general.

- Something serious? - worried my interlocutor. - I can pick up guys and ...

- Diman, do not drive. Everything is normal, - I reassured him. - I'm alright.

- Then wait for the details.

- Are you free now?

- Completely.

- Can you pick me up at the supermarket on a company car?

- In fifteen minutes I will. Is everything all right?

- Similarly, at the meeting I will tell. Do not forget to put on the form.

My old friend Dima did not like to be late, so exactly fifteen minutes later I sat in the comfortable seat of a black foreign car with a red inscription "Investigative Committee" on board.

- And what, there was nothing at all? - did not want to believe Dima. - You spent two nights with a young beauty and ... nothing?

- Nothing! - I exclaimed again.

“Flint,” Dima shook his head and finally got down to business. - Good. Now we will go to that club, talk with the management, assess the situation. They probably have surveillance cameras, let's see the records. It will be great if you manage to reach the distributor of these miracle pills. Well, of course, at the same time I will help you. Let's find out what kind of girl and what her friends are. But, in general, I agree with you. This Oleg obviously wanted to take advantage of it, so petty.

The club, contrary to my expectations, was not at all empty and was not inactive. Loud music played, several people jumped on the dance floor, a couple more sipped cocktails at the bar. Noisy, dirty ... I do not understand people visiting such places.

Dima trumped up a crust, and we were taken to the director's office, which was located in the same building on the second floor. A tiny room with two chairs for applicants and a modest chair for the director himself. An old lamp monitor was piled up on a shabby desk. The walls in the office were plastered with ridiculous green wallpaper, the ceiling turned yellow and was covered in dirty divorces. Local leadership lives in modest ways ...

A young guy with a funny beard jumped out to meet us, apparently he thought that facial hair would give him a more solid look.

- Hello, sit down, please, - he pointed to our chairs. I sat down right away, but Dima was squeamishly studying the surface for some time. In general, as soon as we entered the club building, my cheerful friend disappeared, and the arrogant and formidable major of justice Dmitry Sokolov came to replace him. The lower jaw is slightly pushed forward, a contemptuous look, in every movement Power. He knows how to put himself. I just have to keep quiet and listen.

“I need all the recordings from your cameras for the last week,” Dima casually flashed a crust. He spoke casually, as if he were making such demands every day. - Gather all the staff, I will ask a few questions, then we will examine your documents.

- Wait! Do you have permission? - resented the beard. Mouse squeaks before a boa.

Dima pictured raised his left eyebrow, straightened his shoulders and began to raise his voice:

- Have you decided to prevent investigative actions? Or do you think that since I decided to first ask you for good, I will not return with a court order and several operas? Yes, I will cover your whole sharashka, shake it upside down, I will find something that you did not know about !!!

- I do not..

- Shut up! I am conducting an investigation not related to your establishment. However, now ... Now I am inclined to believe that you are dodging, hiding something. Need to take you up close.

- Not! - screamed frightened manager. - We're all right! Now I will bring records and documents!

Began to fuss. Dima moved into the manager's chair in a business-like manner and lazily studied the documents provided while the owner of the ridiculous beard rushed around the club, gathering personnel and searching for recordings from surveillance cameras.

“Here you are,” the superimposed manager put a flash drive in front of Dima. - Here in the last two weeks. “I gathered everyone downstairs.”

Dima silently connected the carrier to the computer and began to study the material. After a few minutes of a quick look, he turned to me:

- Learn bye, I'll go talk to people.

I stayed in the office alone.

Almost nothing was dismantled on the record. Black and white ...

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