direction. I involuntarily swallowed a lump when she told about one of her boyfriend, who had been fond of her for quite a long time and who even seemed to be approved by her dad, but soon the boy disappeared, and Milana did not know the reasons for his disappearance ... But I knew them - if, of course , I understood correctly about whom there was a speech. A couple of months ago, the body of this guy was fished out of a local stinky river, and they could only identify him by the tattoo on his ankle ...

Dawn we met on the roof of a high-rise building twenty minutes walk from the village, where, as I supposed, Milan lived.

The girl, having opened her mouth in surprise, watched the birth of a new day, and then took my jacket off my shoulders and began to dance in the rays of the rising sun.

And I could not resist, although all night I tried to persuade myself not to touch her and in no way show my interest in her body. I got to my feet, walked over to her, wrapped my arms around her waist - she continued to spin, as if unaware of my embrace, and pulled her close, burying her nose into her fragrant hair. She froze, but I heard her heart pounding wildly, I felt a fever coming from her body, I saw how hard my chest was rising under the satin fabric. I ran my nose down her neck from ear to hollow between the collarbone. She held her breath. And then I lightly touched the lips of her skin ...

It was like an explosion of bright colors, like all the lights in the dark room abruptly illuminate and multicolored highlights from the mirror ball under the ceiling begin to dance, accompanied by irresistible bass.

Milana threw back her head, letting my lips go lower, and in the meantime, my hands were stroking her firm, taut tummy. I kissed her neck, chin, cheeks and lips and could not stop - her skin was so pleasant to the touch, and the passion was boiling inside her, like red-hot lava, causing her to shudder at my touch.

I carefully put it on my jacket, without tearing from her lips, and began to frantically get rid of clothing.

“No,” she suddenly pulled away from me.

I looked at her in bewilderment - what does "no" mean? Got me, and now back down? I tried to cling to her again, but she stopped me.

- I can not so soon. I ... - she hesitated and blushed like boiled cancer. - I ... still a girl ...

It was as if clouds were clearing in my head - what am I doing? Even if she was not a virgin, even if she had about fifty men before me just this evening, you can't hurry! I have to deliver her home as clean and immaculate as she left from the day before. It should not be a single scratch - otherwise, it will be my free pass, not to a bright future, but to that light.

I straightened, nodded, kneeling in front of her, and began to button my shirt. Then he stood up and gave her his hand. She got up and shook off her dress:

- You do not take offense at me?

I smiled:

- Of course not...

She slid her lips lightly down my cheek.

- Thank...

I smiled again and turned my face to the east - I feel sorry for Olka, today she will have a hard time ...

When we came down from the roof, the sun was already peeking out from behind the houses, winking at us playfully.

I led Milan to the side of the village. She was silent all the way, but she held my elbow tightly and pressed tightly against me.

The barrier at the entrance to the village was lowered, the guard was dozing in his glass. But when we reached him, he started and smiled, recognizing Milan. She nodded to him, and we ceremoniously marched under a raised barrier. Passing by the booth, I turned away so that the guard would not recognize me either - it really was the very village where we worked.

Milana's father’s house stood a few kilometers from the entrance, a little off the road. We walked through the gate, crossed a wide, well-kept yard, climbed the porch and entered the house.

Silence reigned so complete that I felt uneasy.I have never been to such large and rich houses, but it always seemed to me that there should be at least some sounds here. It can not be that such a large area occupied only two people.

- Dad? - Milana, right in her sneakers, spanked somewhere to the right, leaving me to hammer at the door.

After a few seconds, there was some sort of scuffling from there, then loud voices - mostly male - then again flushed Milan, angry like a thousand devils, ran up to me and grabbed my hand.

“He doesn't believe me,” she sobbed, and buried her face in my jacket, smearing her makeup over her.

Thank you, dear Mila, how can I see Olka now? I hope, expensive cosmetics is washed better than cheap ...

And then a tall, middle-aged man of large build with a short short hair and a completely white well-groomed mustache appeared on his right. His black eyes looked sternly at me from under the frowning black eyebrows, and on the cheekbones they played jaws.

“Good morning,” he said, and the sound of his voice echoed loudly from the ceiling of the room.

“Good morning,” I gently squeezed Milana’s shoulders — she looked at me in surprise — and pushed her aside.

Her father gave me an arrogant look, especially lingering on my bare feet. Then he looked at Milana's feet. And he grunted into his mustache - not that approvingly, not contemptuously again.

“Please come to my office, young man.”

Milan clung to the sleeve of my jacket. In her eyes was read fear, bewilderment and supplication. I smiled encouragingly, freed myself from her fingers, and slapped behind her father.

He sat down at the table, pointed to a chair opposite me. I sat down and sat back - it was nice after a hard day’s work and a sleepless night to sit like that in a soft, comfortable chair. The fireplace would crackle even a glass of something warming and terribly noble, and in the other hand - some expensive cigar. And you can live.

- What happened? - he broke off my blissful half-sleep.

I sighed and laid out to him a story invented and perfected overnight to the last detail.

At first he frowned, then even once grinned when I told how we wandered around the city at night, and when I approached the final, he already looked at me much more friendly.

- What is your name? He asked when I fell silent.

“Arseny,” I nodded slightly.

- How old are you?

- Twenty one.

- Who are your parents?

- Mom is a retired accountant, I never knew my father, - probably in response to this question, he expected to hear some sentimental story about a difficult childhood or my orphanhood, but I decided to answer him in the same manner as I talked he.

- Where are you from?

I replied. He raised his eyebrows.

- What are you doing here?

- Trying to earn my mother for treatment.

- What with her?

“Cancer ...” I said the word, and my heart ached. How is she there? Maybe if I was there, she would be easier? Maybe I could help her with something more than money.

Milana's father watched my face carefully.

- Where do you work?

“At a construction site in a nearby street,” a lump suddenly appeared in my throat, which made my voice sound dull.

- Today you go and get a calculation. Tomorrow morning you will come here. You will work for me. Milana attached to you, she trusts you. This can not fail to take advantage. But I warn you, if at least one hair falls from her head, I will destroy you. Clear?

I nodded.

“Great,” he slapped his hands lightly on the table top. - Free.

I got up, went out into the hallway, where, at the door on the step, there was still crying Milan. I smiled, crouched at her feet, and slowly untied my shoelace shoelaces. She looked at me and was silent. I, too, was silent and gently stroked her legs.

“Will I ... see you again?” She asked quietly when I put on my shoes and got up.

I ran my finger over her chin:

- Of course...

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