Sergei wanted to whimper and call for help, but after half an hour the most pleasant sensations left, and the body was filled with new forces.

“Where did you learn this?” I was disassembled, smeared and reassembled.

- I am an athlete or where? - the guy gloomily examined the grown stubble in the mirror, - Next time we spend the night at my place. I'm not Alain Delon anyway, but now, as I look in the mirror, I want to give myself a wallet myself.

“Isn't it scary to invite a girl to your bachelor lair?” - Olya fastened a new blouse and, remembering the scraps that were left from her beloved, she vindictively glanced at Sergey. The bristles of his, you see, worried ...

- Here and look at the same time.

In the courtyard, the girl looked helplessly. She did not like to drive, so usually in the morning she was picked up by Igor and they already traveled together to the university. And now she saw among his frozen cars his expensive sports car. It became a lousy soul: poor Igorek, who showed so much tact yesterday, so much understanding, did not forget that she, as always, relies on him. And in gratitude, he now sees his girlfriend leaving the house with another guy. He did not deserve it ... Judging by Sergey’s petrified face, he also knew who owns an expensive sports car.

“You will go with me to study,” his hand squeezed the girl’s shoulder tightly to the pain and drew her in the other direction.

Volkov's car turned out to be a match for him: a heavy black SUV.

“Fasten yourself up,” the guy was obviously still seething, angered by the morning meeting with his opponent. Olya, obediently fastened the belt, and cautiously glanced at the satellite. Here's how to distract him.

- Your car?

- No, hijacked. I will interrupt the numbers and sell them, - Sergey glanced at the girl's stretched physiognomy, and suddenly burst out laughing, - But don't be so scared: my car, mine. And then I do not know what rumors about me at the university go. By the way, if you want, you can ask.

For a minute in the girl, common sense fought with curiosity. He won the sound curiosity.

- Um, ... racketeering or underground fighting without rules?

- Fights, - the guy slowed down, - No rules.

In Oli's imagination, the most bloody specimens of Hollywood products, with murders, abductions and ...

“Before you have time to fantasize yourself, I hurry to disappoint: everything is not as cool as you can imagine,” an impish smirk played on Sergey’s lips, “It’s just that a lot of rich aunts and uncles wanted everything to be“ like in kina. ” Well, like, there are abandoned factories, secret notifications, masks on guests, entourage.

- And in fact?

- But in reality, - the guy continued to grin, - Any whim for your money. Want to fight in the entourage of an abandoned factory in a steel cage - will be. Maxi and champagne - included in the price of the invitation. But the owner is not an idiot, and the fighters are not psychos, so there is no killing. Spectacular, spectacular ... and almost officially. You'll laugh, but our boss even pays taxes. True, not all. But the emotions of the visitors are over the edge: danger, scuffle, anonymity ... for particularly passionate ladies, you can even organize a night with a vending fighter.

- Oh really?! - it seemed that the temperature in the cabin had fallen by twenty degrees, and the guy came to his senses.

- No, this is of course a rarity rare: usually the ladies come there with their beau ...

“Seryozha,” the girl’s voice became suspiciously affectionate, “If you’re such an owner with us, remember too: if I find out ... and I’ll find out, then ... do you remember that I have sharp teeth?” And yet, where do you know about taxes?

“Yes, I remember,” the guy involuntarily looked down at his fly, but looked more satisfied than disappointed, “And about taxes: so, not only do I get out to the ring, but also I keep accounts.”

- What are you doing?!

“I’m doing Togo,” Sergey was already frankly having fun, “Maybe I look like I’m only up to five, but by the way I graduated from accounting courses.”

Olya imagined a guy in accounting sleeves and with metal-rimmed glasses on a broken nose.Then she could not resist, and in her imagination removed all the other clothes from him, and the member who brought her so many pleasant minutes yesterday made her rise in all her glory ... the picture was exciting and funny at the same time.

“You know, I’m even afraid to ask what you are thinking now,” Volkov got distracted from the road and looked at the reddened girl suspiciously. “But can you tell me all the same?”

Having clung to the guy's ear, Olya began to describe the fruit of her imagination in a whisper. The result was a squeal of brakes and a strong driver’s mat, whose car was nearly blown off by a lost SUV. The enraged man jumped out onto the road, wanting to make a small disassembly, but, seeing through the windshield of "affably" skulking Sergey, he suddenly changed his mind.

“Don't do that anymore,” the guy reproachfully glanced at the pretty smiling girl.

- What, absolutely never do? - Olya pouted her lips.

- No, only while I am driving, - Sergey cautiously pulled away, - And then I still have plans for the next sixty years. And for tonight as well. And since we started talking about the evening ...

Heavy SUV carried away its passengers further, towards a new day.

To be continued.