Olga settled on a chair and habitually reached out to meet Igor's kiss. When their lips parted, she involuntarily looked at the guy with an appraising glance. Tall, moderately pumped, with slightly curly blond hair and blue eyes, he looked like an elven prince. Judging by the boy's slightly misty eyes, Olga herself was also subjected to a captious examination. Seeing in Igor’s glance undisguised admiration, the girl quite smiled. What can I say, they were ideally suited to each other: flexible, with a gorgeous figure, green eyes and hair the color of white gold, the girl also seemed to have left the illustrations of books about the forest people. From the side they could be mistaken for a brother and sister.

However, they approached each other not only externally: both are from good, and most importantly - wealthy families, parents are aware of relationships and fully approve, mutual friends, common interests ... but you never know. Olya felt the guy's palm on her knee and, unable to restrain herself, giggled: well, just a schoolboy. Gently removed her palm, sending only one promising smile: “After. In the evening.

“So, if Kovalev and Simonov do not start making children right in the audience, then perhaps we will start the seminar,” the teacher, youthful woman of about fifty, opened the notes, “Now I will greatly delight you all.” Or grieve. In general, as anyone.

The students involuntarily quieted down: Marina Olegovna (she’s also “Murena Olegovna”, but only in a whisper and away from the university) was distinguished by an original sense of humor that whole generations of students could “enjoy”.

- In your group, sorry for the tautology, three groups. Serednyachki - the biggest. At least they pretend to learn. Thanks and on this one. The second group - those who do not care about my subject. Here it is dangerous, especially for young men. You know, I always loved the military. Especially if they are my former students.

A woman with a shark grin looked at the agitated "gallery" and continued.

- And the third group - call them "Decembrists." Those who know my subject. What, no one asks - why the "Decembrists"? Well, I will answer without questions: their circle is narrow and they are terribly far from the people. And this is what we will fix. To each of the laggards, I will attach one student with the beginnings of intelligence. The task is to pull up a stupid ... that is, I wanted to say, a less successful partner to his level. We write down the names.

Olga scatteredly listened to the announced “couples”, laughing at the most amusing combinations: these were the “botany of the whole faculty”, the quiet, bespectacled Kolya was appointed Larisa in the partner, the first (non-ee, the second after her, Olya) the beauty of the course, miniature a blonde with deer eyes.

- Damn, I would like to see how this nerd can teach Lariska something, - Olga felt Igor's lips at her ear even before she heard a whisper, - He is afraid of girls to complete numbness, and the light of reason lights up in Lariska Only if in the ear with a flashlight shine.

Olya, could not resist, and giggled again.

“Simonova, you are in a good mood today,” Murena’s sharp voice brought the girl back to reality, “I hope you will hand him a piece to your ward.” Together with knowledge. So: Simonov - Volkov.

Hearing the second name, Olya barely refrained from keeping her voice off, and turned to her “couple”. Dark, almost black eyes stared at her. Hmm, who was dissatisfied with the timid botanist Kolya? Give two.

Sergei Volkov was ... no, not that scary. He was terrified. Tall, even taller than Igor, the guy was so broad at the shoulders that he seemed square. Long arms, along with the habit of slightly slouching, made him look like a Neanderthal.The facial features, rough, as if cut down with an ax, would not be devoid of a peculiar attractiveness, but not once a broken nose, flattened ears (traces of many years of boxing), and the habit of having a haircut bare, this attractiveness was successfully hidden. Rumors persistently attributed to Sergei not the participation in underground battles without rules, or simply connections with criminals.

Initially, a bunch of offensive nicknames stuck to the guy (students are sharp on the tongue), but Volkov didn’t seem to have a sense of humor and did not actively approve of others. “Everybody can hurt a boxer, not everyone will have time to apologize,” he once said to another joker writhing on the floor, and since then the parade of funny nicknames has completely stopped.

- Well, you are lucky, we will spend more time together instead of any garbage, - sneered in Igor's whisper, - Because it makes no sense to teach it. This is not trainable. So hammer it.

“... and so that you do not have the temptation to carelessly treat your duties as mentors, I give my solemn promise,” Murena Olegovna’s smile became even wider, and Olga felt an unpleasant chill. than his ward. And at the seminars - too.

It seems, Olga still groaned ...

- Well, Simonov, we will ... learn, or from me?

Sergey intercepted them at the exit from the audience. Usually, a smile paints a person, but smiling Volkov utterly resembled a hungry orc, and long fangs reinforced the similarity, giving the guy a predatory look.

- Only you are this, do not bring your fawdy boyfriend to our classes, otherwise my latest knowledge from him will disappear nafig.

Igor noisily sucked in the air, but wisely kept silent. Encouragingly squeezing his palm, Olga seriously thought. Where is the best? Going to Sergey’s apartment (or house?) Is definitely not an option. The girl desperately did not want to be alone with him in a foreign territory. Invite to yourself? Perhaps better this way. Apartment in a guarded complex, there is a "disturbing" button. No, she wouldn’t be sure that Volkov would once again rush to rape her, but at one glance at his bulging figure of muscles and coarse face, there was a desire to give up all valuable things and to promise not to tell anyone anything in a thin voice.

“After couples, I have,“ well done, girl, my voice almost does not tremble, ”“ Let's begin today. ”

- OK. We’ll start earlier - we’ll finish before - Sergei grinned again, and Olga desperately wanted to cut a handbag over his shaved head on baldness, - See you, baby.

***

Olga leaned back in her chair and stared at the guy leaning over the book. "Break, I need a break." Removing the disobedient strand from her face, the girl mentally went over the results of the last three days. To her surprise, Sergey appeared on “training” on time, he was not rude, did not speak vulgarities. That's just the desire to at least somehow pull up knowledge on the subject did not show the slightest. It seems that he was just “hatching” the established time, thinking about something of his own, answering her questions in a monosyllabic way and completely ignoring attempts to bring at least something from the program. “And what the hell does he even walk here?” - Olga gritted her teeth in anger, - “And it’s not a moron, though she pretends to be. Well, why am I this, eh? All this! ”

Over the past days, the attitude of the girl towards the imposed student has changed from a cautious distrust to a pure, unblemished rage. Why is that? Olga herself did not understand why, after only three days of short talk, she was convinced that this guy, who looked like a fairytale monster, would in no way harm her. Well, I felt - and that's it. So the fear was gone, giving way to desire, with your fists rammed into someone's bald head with a little bit of knowledge. The seminar is already tomorrow, and the chances that Volkov will distinctly write assignments are none. And Moray is always keeping its promises ...

When she awoke, Olya suddenly realized that she was already staring at her broad shoulders for a good five minutes, wondering how they felt.And damn it, she almost reached out to find out! For the last time in recent days, she wanted to groan in despair, because, in “All this!”, Besides the desire to hit the guy three times more than herself, she had a whole bunch of other, far more strange and frightening desires.

To begin with, Sergey was the complete opposite of Igor and not at all ...