This morning I woke up as ever awake and resolute. I spent so much energy on it to make it possible that now there is simply nowhere to retreat.

He kissed Olya, who was sleeping next to her, quickly wrote a farewell note to her, dressed quietly, put the keys to her apartment and old mobile phone out of his pocket, and left, tightly closing the door behind him.

Oh, goodbye old life with your shabby porches, smelly courtyards, crowded shuttles and angry faces. Long live a new life with gorgeous cars, palaces, estates, lots of money and pretty Milana as a nice bonus ...

It all started with a meeting at the club a few weeks ago.

The men and I went to drink a beer after work, when Kostya, our foreman, called him sweetheart and said that she was going to the club with her friends. Kostyan, though we have a walker, is jealous of his woman to every lamppost. Here and there, the owner’s instinct already heated up by beer began to speak with full force. And he pulled us into that club. Expensive, an infection. And we are already well spent on beer. In short, we all had money then for one ticket. And me, as the most presentable (and the only one Lenka did not know his face), was unanimously chosen to play the role of James Bond.

They missed me without any problems, even despite the weekly stubble and not very fresh costume.

And as soon as I entered the hall, it dawned on me - as Lenka did not know in my face, so I did not know her. It was already too late to call the peasants - the music thundered in such a way that I would never hear anything. So I squeezed in to the bar, fished out the last money out of my pocket, and ordered the only thing they needed - a small cup of coffee and a glass of water. The bartender gave me such a contemptuous look that if it were not for the beer, I would probably have fallen through the ground. The coffee ended quickly, but the water could be filtered for a whole evening.

I turned around to the dance floor, and then literally a very cute baby in a dark satin short dress, which opened her charming legs, shod in high-heeled sandals, fell into my hands. The girl smiled at me with a drunken smile when I helped her to return to the vertical position, climbed onto a high stool next to me and shouted to the bartender:

- Kohl, do me as always!

The bartender nodded knowingly and looked at me with a threat.

But I did not pay any attention to his look. In front of me, gleaming, well-groomed thighs and naked fingers, sat my lucky ticket to a cloudless future.

The girl was clearly not from the laborers. Her gentle handles, if they lifted something heavier than a spoon, it was a bunch of car keys. Above her hairstyle for several hours conjured far from the last stylist. For sure there were no small bills in her purse ...

As if in response to my thoughts, she opened her wallet on a chain, took out a piece of paper, with a face value of more than my entire salary, and with a careless gesture gave it to the bartender:

“There is no need to surrender,” and her velvety lips closed tightly around the cocktail tube.

She gave me a playful look and headed for the far tables with soft sofas.

I turned to the bartender:

- And what is this kralja?

He looked at me sternly:

- Do not even think. It is guarded better than the mint. She is the daughter of the chairman of the regional council’s construction committee

I whistled:

- And what, just did not get close to her?

“Well ...” he said thoughtfully. “If by some miracle you manage to earn the trust of her dad, maybe someday he will let you closer to her than to a cannon shot ...”

I grinned and turned back to the dance floor. Through the blue, green, yellow and red flashes of strobe lights, through the smoke and steam I saw, no, I felt her eyes on me. But I was in no hurry to approach her - in the twilight I had difficulty, but I still could see the gloomy shadows of the three ... no, four guards.But her eyes gleamed so invitingly, and exciting excitement rounds under the light fabric of the dress were constantly appearing in my memory, that my boyfriend in pants began to puff up noticeably, and I even caught on myself a few approving women's views.

I turned back to the bar:

- How do you know that it does not approach?

The bartender smiled sadly.

“You think you're the only one here?” Yes, this Milan, among other things, a notable dinamer. No one new guy here in the club does not miss. At first, he allegedly accidentally falls on his hands, - I hemmed, and he nodded, - then, allegedly, by chance he would be in the dance next to, all the time he would rub his butt, then his chest, then he would touch his hand where necessary. The Cavalier demolishes the tower, he puts it under the elbow and to the toilets, and there already her hamadryas are on duty. And while two of the lucky boyfriend actively explain, why so much, the other two take her out into the street.

“Beautiful,” I smiled, and involuntarily looked in the direction where dark, broad-shouldered silhouettes loomed in the shade of cozy alcoves draped with curtains with tassels of alcoves. “So, if I go to the dance floor, will she be right there?”

The bartender smiled wryly.

I again turned to face the dancing couples - the DJ had just put on some kind of slow composition. It would be a perfect moment, but I didn’t smile at all to meet a girl surrounded by such vigilant guards. So I got up from the stool, nodded my thanks to the bartender, and, bypassing the dance floor on the left, headed for the exit from the club. I literally skin felt the expression of her eyes - triumph, bewilderment, anger ...

I went outside and inadvertently inhaled deeply - I don’t like night clubs, but if my plan gets burned out, I’ll have to get used to it. Yes, I already had a plan. In general, nothing special, just kidnap the young lady from under the nose of her brave army. But how to do it?

On a narrow bench in the shade of flowering acacias my companions snored loudly. No, her guard is, of course, impressive, but Kostyan and the men are not a dozen - everyone has a slanting sazhen in the shoulders and a good hundred kilograms of weight. As I, with my meter seventy and forty-sixth in size of clothes, walked into this “oak grove” only Allah knows. But the fact is a fact - from that very day, when I got a job in a brigade, they called me “handsome”, and the peasants guarded me, as the most precious treasure.

Once, some sportsmen were hanging out at our beloved beer tent, and they didn’t like it, as I spoke to the saleswoman, ordering us a beer. The strongest of them grabbed me by the breasts, and immediately grabbed a good bream from Kostyan ... Is it worth saying that steroidal pitching got kicked by ordinary Soviet builders? I was forbidden to interfere in a fight. “It’s not a place for ladies on the battlefield,” joked Stepanych, who suits my grandfathers, not like fathers. I did not argue, remembering how he knocked down two athletes with one blow.

And now this their tutelage, which was already beginning to annoy me, oh, seemed to be useful. But I had a difficult task in front of me - to wake up three tired drunk builders ... and at the same time not to spoil the "make-up" - sleepy hard workers are very nervous.

“Stepanych,” I easily shook the old man by the shoulder, who always seemed to me the most mentally balanced. But even despite this, I did not stand in front of him, but behind him and spoke softly, right in my ear. - Stepanych, it's me, Senya.

Stepanych opened his right eye and looked at me:

- Handsome ... che so fast?

“I have problems, Stepanych,” I continued quietly.

- Lenka? - blinked sleepy Kostyan.

- No, I didn't see your Lenka at all, - I shook my head and straightened up. - There is another ... With a chick one muddied, and she ... in short, right now she will come out, and with her four ...

- Brothers? - Zheka's welder asked reasonably - a guy with very light eyes and almost colorless eyelashes was about my age, which made him look like a rural simpleton. But this is a deceptive impression - according to my information, Zheka had a diploma from some serious metallurgical institute with a degree in metal engineering ...