- Oh shit! - suddenly Matvey jumped from his seat, - Are you thinking of marrying?

- This is not enough.

- Phew ... With you, and not a long time before a heart attack ..., - having calmed down, Matvey landed on his seat, - OK. Let us get together on the fact that you just have a creative crisis. Although ... but I know what your problem is then, ”said Matvey suddenly in an intriguing tone,“ It’s just that you were drawn to innocence. ” So what's the problem? We will order you a virgin!

- Oh, come on! For grandmas you can buy only a reusable virgin. And indeed, he got me all this debauchery!

- And do not tell me. There are very cute desperate little birds who just need money, so they go for it.

- Once go, then, too, whores.

- Yes. But only in the future. And you will get a completely clean copy untouched by anyone. What is not a dream of a businessman who is sated with whores? Pay grandmas and corrupt the holy innocence, how many fit.

“You're just a goner.” How do you manage to do business successfully when brains work only in one direction?

- I am amazed myself. In dualism - the secret of my genius. So - let's order one angel?

Luka finished his cigarette and put it out in an ashtray. Then he picked up his mobile phone, scrolled a line of recent calls there. I remembered the meeting, which I have not yet entered in the diary. Tired, he rubbed a hand over his face and added another event to his schedule.

- And to hell with you! Let's try an angel.

***

To be honest, Christina was a little confused when she heard on the video intercom that the butler was talking to her and that the hostess was not at home and would not be around for another week. Then she strained her memory and fished out the names of her new-born stepbrothers, saying that she wanted to see them, since Larisa Pavlovna did not. In fact, it was very impolite to keep her on the street for about ten minutes, so she was even going to get out and look for empty seats in nearby hotels, but then the automatic gate still opened, and when she came along the beautiful rose-lined avenue the central entrance of the mansion, heavy double doors of carved wood, have already opened wide in front of it.

- Hello, - Christine threw the butler, it seems, for the third time.

- Hello, lady. Be kind to your bag and jacket and follow me.

The girl was already completely alarmed, suddenly faced with such prim courtesy, which showed through not only in the words of the servant, but also in his appearance, voice and movements. This, honestly, was a real English butler, as they are usually shown in boring English detective stories. He led the girl to the second floor of a wide spiral staircase, lined with burgundy carpet, knocked on one of the doors of a dark carved tree and reported on her arrival.

- Luka Dmitrievich is ready to accept you. Please, ”the butler opened the door in front of her in an obliging bow, but with such dignity that Christine felt guilty. She silently nodded to him and entered, no longer feeling her feet under fear.

In a chic office furnished with mahogany furniture with a soft green carpet on the floor and wide leather armchairs and a sofa, a young man in a gray, tight-fitting shirt and black striped trousers sat on a desk. A light-beige relaxed tie of the same shade of shoes looked very defiant, but at the same time they were shouting not about bad taste, but, on the contrary, about refined luxury. In the twilight of a room with tightly curtained heavy curtains, illuminated by the light of just one floor lamp, its expensive watches and large ring on the middle finger of his right hand flickered.The young man apparently did not appear to be thirty, he was magnificently folded, and his delightful cut only emphasized the beauty and sportiness of his slim body, shoulder width, thin waist and leg length. His thick black hair was falling on his high forehead with a long, unbridled bang, and behind him and on his temples were boldly trimmed, showing a beautiful nape and strong neck.

“Now don't be shy about such trifles now, since she dedicated me to such secrets of her intimate life,” he suddenly gave out a beautiful baritone for no reason at all and laughed a little strained, but very sexy, in Christina’s opinion. She was so embarrassed at the sight of such a discharged handsome man in the corresponding interior, and after such a statement she came to a stupor at all, but the young man slightly turned his head toward her and pointed to the telephone receiver at his ear. Christine burst into paint. How could she not guess that he was not talking to her! She stood rooted to the entrance, not knowing where to put herself, but Luka gestured for her to sit on the sofa, while he continued the cheerful, easy-going chatter, moved to the chair just opposite this very sofa. Christina sat down, trying with all her might to take some natural posture and not to listen to the details of an intimate telephone conversation. Luka did not seem to be embarrassed by her presence, because after a few minutes she heard the soft baritone sing in the receiver:

- I do not want to know what you are wearing right now, because I prefer real sex, not virtual. And anyway, honestly, Elena, I'm busy now, my visitor is waiting outside the door - at this moment, staring at Christina at close range, Luka rolled his eyes theatrically, portraying boredom. Christine tried to overcome her frequent breathing, so that, God forbid, not give out her shock. Wow, big brother! Does he even know how old she is and what is their age difference ?! Luka, it seems, was twenty-eight. Matthew is twenty-two. In life, Christina did not come across such licentiousness of adults in her presence. Maybe she should have left at all? She painfully waited until the end of the conversation, and when the young man dropped the bell and finally put the mobile on the coffee table between them, she decided not to drag out with an acquaintance:

- I'm Kristina. Nice to meet you, - she expected some kind of response from the man sitting in front of him, but he only smiled softly and thoughtfully, openly studying her from head to toe. Unable to contain the excitement, she squeezed out a new batch of secular monologue, “Your butler spent about fifteen minutes on the street.” Honestly, I even started to freeze, but actually I liked the city. While I was getting from the station, I had already seen so much. True, from the window of a taxi, but all the same ..., - the girl in despair bit her lip and swallowed a lump in her throat. In fact, she didn’t have any new ideas for conversation, and this Luke, it seems, was not particularly in a hurry to answer her.

- From the station? - as if waking up, he asked again, - Where did you come from, come from?

Christina is all tense. It all seemed like some kind of misunderstanding. He should have known who she was and where she came from. However, he could have forgotten, because only in the opinion of Larisa Pavlovna, the “boys” were looking forward to her arrival.

“From Moscow,” she answered as calmly and politely as possible.

“From Moscow ...,” Luka repeated absently, frankly looking from her eyes and lips to her chest.

In fact, being in the same room with him was not the easiest task for Christina, because he kept himself very defiant. It seems that without any scruples of conscience he regarded her as a sexual object. And for the sake of this, his mother so persuaded her to come to St. Petersburg? Christine was taken aback, already on knowing where to look. Meanwhile, Luke really was not going to hurry anywhere.The girl whom, as he thought, sent by Matthew, turned out to be extremely flawless - moderately youthful and innocent-looking, moderately serious and restrained, but at the same time a little defiantly sexy, and besides, incredibly charming. For a long time he did not meet such angelic type. Blond hair scattered over her shoulders and back with light fluffy curls, barely marked bright eyebrows flew up in a haughty bend over large blue sky-like eyes bordered ... Read more →