“Not security or something,” I replied.

“Show me,” Stepanych nodded shortly.

And just at that moment Milan with her escort left the club.

I nodded toward them:

- Just distract, I'll do the rest myself.

Kostyan shook his head and rose from the bench. Stepanych and Zheka stood up after him.

With an unsteady gait, all three of them moved toward this four. Kostyan on the move and without unnecessary conversations put his front and, hike, mainly in the nose. Stepanych, in his usual bearish manner, neutralized the two to the right with one blow from the turn, and Zheka, putting his hand on his shoulder to the latter, applied him with a beautiful and quick blow to the solar plexus. And they immediately disappeared around the corner.

I walked around the guards writhing on the ground, grabbed the girl who did not understand anything by the elbow and pulled him in the opposite direction, leaving something like:

- Come soon, before they return ...

My calculation was correct - the girls always cover a stupor in a fight, and especially at the sight of such lightning and unmotivated aggression.

For the first three quarters, she followed me in silence and obediently, but now I noticed a suitable courtyard, where all the lighting was just a lonely lantern above the leaning doorway of the entrance, and dragged her there. And then she balked:

- By what right? Who are you? What you want from me? - she tried to speak sternly, but her voice visibly trembled.

I stopped and turned to her so that the light from the lamp fell on my face.

- You? - her eyes widened, mischievous lights flashed in them.

- Take you back? So that those ambals also tagged you? - I spoke deliberately loud and hard.

The lights faded and tears appeared in his eyes:

- What do they need from me? - she sobbed.

I shrugged my shoulders:

- How can I know?

“Take me home ...” she said softly, and after silence she added, “please.”

- Home is where? - I asked.

And now it is important to take time - her guards must get to the house first, tell the owner about the attack and the disappearance of the “princess”. And the more time passes from the moment when the inconsolable father finds out about everything, and until that hour, when I bring to him the loss, the greater will be the size of his gratitude. Of course, the ideal option to bring it in the morning, but ... I do not know. How can you entice the young lady of her circle and her claims with empty pockets? Yes, and captivate so that she forgot about her precious dad?

At that moment, she reached for her purse. Everything inside me broke off. If she calls her dad now, all my efforts will go down the drain! She opened the clasp, turned her purse to the light, poked around for a long time, then sighed heavily and said:

- Damn, I have not a single business card left, but I don't remember the address by heart.

“Well, call your parents,” I heard my voice from somewhere along the side.

“I can't,” she shrugged.

- Why? - I did not have time to hide a triumphant smile. It remained only to turn away from the light, the benefit of a gust of wind shook the lantern.

- I have no mobile. Dad says that electromagnetic radiation is harmful to health, therefore my mobile is always carried by the head of my guard ...

I did not hear the end of her phrase because of the joyful drumming that suddenly exploded in my ears.

“Then take mine,” came my own voice from afar.

She took my little nut with two fingers, winced in disgust and returned it to me:

“I don’t know how to handle this old stuff,” she snorted contemptuously.

“In that case, let's remember the address,” I said, and put her hand on my elbow.

She smiled charmingly.

- Maybe better for you?

Wow! - exclaimed something inside me, but I shook my head.Where am I going to go to Olka? Besides, if I sleep with Milana right now, the whole plan will go to hell, and all that I can boast about in the end is that I fucked my daughter himself ... what about him there, by the way?

- I can not come to me - my mother is very sick ... - I looked away and sighed heavily.

In principle, this is true - my mom is really sick. Actually, I went to the regional center for this, in order to earn money for her treatment. But I didn’t get anything - you won’t make a lot of money at a construction site, but it’s unrealistic to get somewhere else without education and connections. And every week I received more and more alarming news from home — she was called to the ambulance, she would sigh all day, or she was afraid to go down the stairs. Honestly, I had been waiting for her for some time, even though it was wrong ...

Therefore, I lied only in part - I really did not want to be caught in a lie before my position was finally established.

- Whereas? - Milana bitterly sighed and sat down on a bench under the lantern. And chilly shivered.

I threw off my jacket and threw it on her shoulders.

She smiled.

- I suggest ... - I made a theatrical pause. - Take a walk!

- You are crazy! - exclaimed the girl with a laugh. “Have you seen my stilts?” They can only shake the ass on the dance floor and go from door to car - slowly and in small steps, carefully stepping over the curb.

- What is your size? - I automatically looked down at her legs. Not so small, my thirty-ninth, maybe it will do.

She was silent. I looked into her face - she was red as a tomato.

- Well? - I hurried.

“Thirty-eight,” she replied softly.

“Excellent,” and I began to untie my shoelace laces.

- What are you doing? She exclaimed, grabbing my hands.

“I'm thirty-nine, so you won't drown in my sneakers,” I smiled.

And he looked into her face again. She was surprised, stunned, and flattered.

“But we didn’t meet each other,” she remarked while I was taking off my sandals from her well-groomed legs and pulling my sneakers on them. “My name is Milan,” she extended her hand to me.

“Very nice, Arseny,” I did not kiss her wrist — that would be too much. I just squeezed the soft tips of her fingers.

She smiled, but now her smile looked embarrassed, probably because of the bright blush still adorning her cheeks.

Tied up the shoelaces, I gave her a hand and helped her up.

- And where will we go? - she shifted from foot to foot, carefully examining my sneakers. I took her sandals by the straps and put them on my shoulder. - And what are you going to walk barefoot?

I shrugged my shoulders:

- Not the first time. I am a child in my grandmother in the village barefoot gotsal everywhere.

She laughed, and I finally calmed down - she, of course, does not shine with intelligence and ingenuity, but if you close your eyes to some arrogance, she is very nice. And she smiled to herself - dear Mila, the parents have chosen her successful name.

I put her pen on my elbow, and we left the yard in the dark.

The wind swayed the branches of the trees above our heads, drove torn clouds across the sky, and it seemed as if the moon was playing kuku with us.

I voiced this thought to Milan, and she burst out laughing, so loudly that I became completely calm.

Honestly, I guessed where she lived. In the village on the outskirts of the city, forty minutes walk from here. How did I know that? So after all, our team worked there on the construction site of a new cottage. We, in fact, even in this club on foot, chapali - there was no money for a taxi.

But I deliberately led her in the opposite direction.

We walked through the night city and chatted. I told her almost nothing about myself, but she was filled with a nightingale. Hiking in the middle of the night was a novelty for her - as I understood from her conversations, dad did not allow her to leave the yard alone, the girlfriends were carefully selected, the guys disappeared into the unknown after all the first contact with dad ... Read more →