Tatiana hesitated at the car, pulling out the bags of groceries.

- Damn! Poured here bitches! - A drunken voice reached the woman.

Looking around, she saw at the entrance an inverted wheelchair and a legless man sitting on the pavement. He, loudly swearing, tried to put the established wheelchair on wheels. It is evident that he was drunk.

Tatiana threw the packages and rushed to the stranger.

- I will help you! - she ran up and returned the chair to its normal position.

“Thank you,” muttered drunkenly and glared at her with a gray look.

His eyes on the face covered with stubble looked somehow prickly and, like two thin needles for embroidery with beads, pierced the woman. She looked down, trying not to look at the pissed face.

- Well, what are you standing for ?! - threw the man. - Go where you were going! I do not need help ...

- How are you ... - Tatiana wanted to reproach him, to reprimand for rudeness, but stopped.

No, not out of pity. She just felt ashamed to get into a fight with a drunk. To be honest, this happened to her for the first time. Tatiana was a lonely woman and in her forty-two years was used to standing up for herself. It was the usual habit of an independent woman, whose life was spent in absolute solitude. No one ... However, she had a cat with the gentle name Peach, more suitable for the cat. And this is the most fluffy creation of fruit color assumed all the affection, which Tatiana was in abundance.

- Do you live here? The woman asked, nodding toward her porch.

“Listen, fifa, back off, eh,” the legless, deftly leaning with strong hands, jumped on the wheelchair and touched the wheels, trying to direct them to the steep ramp.

Tatyana contemptuous "fifa" offended doubly. It was a hint of her teenage figure and small stature. And now in her tight jeans and short denim jacket she looked just a girl. Only her eyes betrayed a mature woman in her: girls do not have such a deep look. What does he allow himself to be this cad ?! Tatiana took a decisive step in his direction and wanted to help push the stroller onto the ramp, but the tall one — for growth — the heel suddenly hit a hole in the asphalt, and the woman began to fall, pushing the unfortunate peasant.

She herself did not understand how it happened. The stroller bounced off to the side, its owner stretched out on its back, and Tatiana herself landed on him softly, nuzzling his neck.

- Hm, and I like it, - the man laughed, - Long time the woman herself did not jump on me. Hey, siphon, why did she stop? Come on, go ahead.

This remark made Tatiana come to his senses. She sat down and slapped him on the face. Forgetting myself, with cams thumped across his broad chest. Woman choked tears. Bitter tears of insult.

- Ham! Ham! - swallowing tears, she screamed.

- Hey, hey, easy, fifa! - tenacious fingers squeezed her thin hands and did not allow to move.

Tatyana through tears saw his gray eyes. They ... laughed ... It struck her so much that she stared at his face as if trying to understand something. And she continued to sit on a man on horseback. In the meantime, he spoke again.

- Listen, siphon, I, of course, understand that in the middle of the courtyard late at night, hmm, very exciting, - again his mocking laughter. - But ... I don't like extreme sports ... Could you stand up? And then, if you wish, I will do anything. Well, I swear by my buzzing head cracked on the asphalt! Well, why did you see your Zenki like this? Like to sit on me?

The white-toothed smile smiled on his mouth, from which fume incense flew. His remark brought the woman to her senses, she jumped up and quickly pulled away to the side. Embarrassedly looking away, sniffing, she babbled:

- Sorry, I ... did not want to, but ... you ... I ...

“Oh, come on, fifa,” the peasant waved his hand, who had already returned to his transport. - Science to you: do not help if they do not ask. Mother Teresa, damn ...

And he calmly drove into the porch.

And Tatiana remained standing, still crying softly. Well, that's always the case with her.He wants the best, but in the end ... As a result, he finds himself in a stupid situation. Rubbing tears on her cheeks with her palm, Tatiana took off her sandals and, picking up the abandoned bags, also entered her porch. As she stepped off the elevator on her platform, she heard a familiar voice and loud knocks on the door.

- Fuck, well, what's this day like that? - the familiar peasant was yelling and that he had the strength to put his fist on the door opposite Tatyana's apartment. - Paskuda!

- Hey, you, how are you there ?! - the woman decided to intervene again. - What do you allow yourself? In my opinion, you can quite well get a call. Call and you will open.

- Aha, of course! - legless sharply turned to Tatiana face. - No dick will not open! This is my apartment! - he suddenly admitted.

- Stop expressing yourself! - retorted the woman.

Throwing bags and shoes to her door, she stepped toward him.

- And why are you breaking your own doors? - Tatiana grinned. - Do not make a spectacle! I know perfectly well that no one lives here! She remarked, angrily squinting her eyes and putting her arms to her sides.

- She knows, ha! - sitting in a wheelchair, he managed to look down at her. In any case, it seemed to Tatiana. - Listen, fifa, I live here. But I see you for the first time.

- First of all, I don’t get you! - Tatiana hissed, throwing back curly long strand from her forehead. - Secondly, I recently moved here. Just three days ago.

- Fucking, sent damn neighbor! - the peasant grinned wryly and added some three-story turnover that Tatiana did not even understand.

- You ... you ... ham and ... and ... - her vocabulary today was clearly inferior to the opponent's vocabulary.

“You already told me that,” said the peasant with a wry grin and shook a finger at her.

- Yes? - Tatiana suddenly taken aback.

- Yes! He barked.

Humming a demonstrative smile, she quickly opened her apartment, entered there, and slammed the door loudly.

- Harpy! - flew to her neighbor cry.

Seeing her reflection in the mirror scared herself. The mascara on his eyes flowed, leaving dark paths from dried tears, hair, laid in the morning with soft waves, now protruded in all directions with a rebellious mane shoulder-length, and jeans on his knees were in the mud, like elbows at the jacket. Tears again came to my eyes. What is she to? From the very beginning, the day went awry. In the morning, she took the second-year exam in the history of the Middle Ages - it was a continuous hassle, then she met her two graduate students, delving into their texts, then drove to the supermarket and stood in traffic for three hours. And at the very end of the day, squeezed like an orange, I was glad that, at last, I returned to a quiet house, and now - on you! This is a monster! Called, fingered and ... Tatiana raised her hand to her nose. Fuuuu ... She smelled it all. Peach came up rubbing against the hostess's leg and, as if agreeing with her thoughts, meowed something.

“Yes, Persinka, you are right, the smell is terrible,” said Tatyana.

Then she quickly undressed, put dirty clothes in the washer, and went into the bath.

Filling the bath with water, she, as usual, pondered. A medievalist, a respected teacher, but at home ... Who is she at home? And so what's wrong with her? Tatiana looked at herself in the mirror. Mdaa ... He is right - FIFA! Where, well, where are those magnificent forms that a woman should have for her age? Breasts with a cam ... Tatiana turned half-and-half in order to see her rear view. Well, ass strong. “Probably, the exercises in the simulator have an effect,” the woman thought with satisfaction. Legs are slender and for her height are also not bad. The waist is thin, with a bend ... But all this lacked solidity or something ... Everything is somehow too small.

Hands slid over the body, as if exploring its shape. The hands of the cups lifted the chest. However, nothing rose: the miniature mounds protruded by themselves, like two pimples. No, in vain she did not make plastic a few years ago. Now what? Now it's too late, still lush ...