Dedicated to one girl who wants me dead ...

2034 Town (New generation, for the life and study of young people) "Utopia".

Living in a one-room apartment, I felt a certain fear of my neighbors — I had never seen them. I know that they exist, but I could never catch them.

My name is Gregory, my French mother wanted to call me Lyuban, but her Russian father persuaded her (as he told me — wine, romance and a hot night in bed will make any woman change her mind) m-yes. In something I agree, romance should be present. I have a rare hair color, that is, a variety of these colors, half on the back of my head and to the ears I have light hair color, and from ear to forehead they are black, and so from birth. I didn’t strain much on the body, on the load (toned and even very thin due to constant separate power supply), but I always remained thin. I do not limit myself to food, I just don’t eat special foods together. A rare eye color, green with a yellow speck, provided me with complete personality and widespread recognition.

Our town was distinguished by two features - white streets and girls in black clothes. My misadventure began suddenly ...

Having poured coffee, I opened the window, a cool wind blew in my face, the evening was going to be interesting. According to a recent habit, I opened the front door, behind which my friend Oleg was already standing. He, blissfully smiling, came to my house as if to himself. And immediately went to the coffee maker.

- Hey, well, enough! - reaction zero, - Hey !!!

- Well? You know how I love your coffee, as well as the fact that I still have not learned to choose it. - He said not compulsively and even a little offended.

“Then give me at least half its value.” I bought a large package (500 grams), if that, only 3 days ago! And today it is already empty !!! - I was not so rich that to provide him and me with good coffee, because it is hard and not cheap to buy.

He just smiled. Taking out his favorite mug, he poured coffee and took the first sip. Closing his eyes, he flinched from pleasure. Then he made a second, holding the taste in his mouth.

- By the way, do you remember about today? He asked, without opening his eyes. - Where will Lena and you?

- Are you kidding me? I think the clock. Are you sure about girls? Not blacks, not aids?

Not! - then in a more jokingly shy voice, - NOT no-no-no-no-no-no. All Okie docks! Do not scare.

Blackness is the abbreviation that the male half of the town came up with for the “Black Mistresses”. This union, cult, women's party ... "Nuns who are evil as hell!" They are called as anyone wants. Girls and girls who have become part of the same ideology - “Sex - only after the wedding, Discipline both to themselves and others, Help and Feeling of elbow, Development of their skills and body, Guide the young representatives of the beautiful to the best. No drugs, alcohol, cigarettes, etc. " And how would it be initially normal. This was accepted and even cooler, promoted by the men themselves, “It is nice to have a master's wife!”. But the Black housewives then became very cruel to all the guys, they wanted not only to control their treats with gingerbread, but also to control others with a whip. Even too tough. They began to be afraid, but many were found to object to such behavior, because the Mistresses behaved with restraint. When many became indignant, it became late to drink Borjomi ... They became popular, 78% of all the girls in the city became Black, because many felt protected and knew about it and secondly for them, it was first and foremost - fashion. And in the common people they are so called - "Black." Since our city is small, no one wanted to quarrel - over time, this is more than calm.

- It will pass. - Teachers spoke at the age. But the Hostess, as it turned out, even has its own hierarchical system, by clothing.The youngest wear only black (like at a funeral), High school girls or 1st year students black and red, Older black, red, purple — only white and jeans blue were the common color. One common feature - the offended girl, girl or elderly lady will have cute faces and smiles, and after the cruelty of Count Dracula and Countess Bathory combined.

I shook my head with intermittent breathing and went into my room and got dressed. I trusted Oleg, but did not trust other people that they would be with us.

After 30 minutes we went out the door. Hour shook. Despite the fact that it was already sunset, it was warm outside. We always had warm, if you remember. I rarely walked on foot, usually on a bicycle, but Oleg had a car (small, but his own!), And therefore there was no particular difficulty in traveling, given that few people in the city have cars. Coming out of the entrance, we did not have time to go to the car, as a pleasant voice called out to me:

- Hello Grisha! When will you come to me? - asked the girl in a short red shirt and black tight jeans. I turned my head and calmly replied:

- I have not forgotten! I'll bring it all the other day. Vika be sure. - I replied to her flat tummy. The smell of her perfume reminded me of tonight.

“I know what you remember.” I'm sure of you. - Vika is my fellow student at the 2nd year of Architects. In spite of appearance: - “A beautiful chest is 2 sizes, a sports figure - honed by martial arts (two years of Aikido), a smart ass in tight jeans (which I always wanted to slap), smooth tanned skin and a face with slightly Asian features - what did of a brunette Victoria dream "- I always treated her almost like a sister. Not considering the fact that I did not know where she lives - we most often see each other in class or with me. It was a little saddened by the fact that she was from Black, if she was friendly and did not be rude, without a reason and in time to fulfill the promises given to her, she would give it a ride. I delivered her sweets, which she can not get because of employment. When she came closer, I saw on her ears the headphones “droplets” from literally yelled “Kish - Necromancer”.

- But Grisha is not your habit to inform everyone. - She smiled, pursing her lips in a thin thread. She uttered the rest of the thought in a half-whisper - Once again something protodet from my package, I'll beat your tooth out with your foot. Don't you pay for them!

Oh, what a love for sweets ... no, a real addiction.

I silently swallowed the threat, and she left, putting on her headphones. Oleg was standing next to clearly shocked. We got into the car and went to a party. Turning on the player, immediately played “H. I. M. - The Funeral of Hearts ”and it became easier for me. The city was small and the music of the old years is difficult to get. But he seems to be very quiet and was always well-groomed, PCBs were carried out every Saturday (Parko Economic Day), if you know everyone in the city, everyone knows you, it becomes easier to get things that are not short. You will recognize all the buildings by their appearance, they are made of white brick and differed only in signs and architecture. I love the city in which I live, no matter what.

After “Taking Dawn - V” sounded in the car, I was a little distracted from my thoughts:

- How do you listen to this? This is already forty years old, probably ?! Also so loud and too shock!

- Sorry the great critic Gregory, I can't stand your dubstep, and thanks to my grandfather for leaving me a 1 terabyte hard drive from his youth. - He said caustically. Without taking his eyes off the road, he made the music louder. - Oh, and still - the classic is immortal!

I did not argue, to that it is pleasant and I myself. The disk for 1 terabyte is antiquity ... When another melody began to play, we were already approaching the girls' hostel. The evening promises to be interesting. And God save us - if Blackness “swallows” us “swallows up”. Passing by the courtyard, we entered through the fire escape, the girls made sure that it was empty. Having found room number 45, we entered and quietly closed the door behind us.

I already liked the decor, we were met barefoot by Lena in top and in shorts, with long blond hair below shoulders, beautiful blue eyes and a stunning figure of a young student. Lena was shorter than me ...