we were already on “you” and smiled at each other cheerfully, as if they had been acquainted for a long time.
Our first client was five-year-old Misha, and it seems that we did something, the boy was pleased. We have already boldly visited the next kids and diligently performed our program. In the end, we were so carried away by this unusual occupation, so we entered the role that we did not notice how the last address remained on the list.
We walked into the darkened porch, began to climb the stairs and were taken aback: we were descending towards us, hobbling barely, just one more Santa Claus. Here, you and on, and said that no one else carries. This Santa Claus took a couple more steps to meet, looked at us with a dull gaze and fell into our hands.

- And what shall we do with him? - I asked.
- Let's take it and sit in the car, then we will return and hand over the last gift, and let the colleague sleep for a while. Then I will call our group (they attached a microphone to my hat), let them take it where they want.
We picked up a colleague by the arms and began to descend. Meanwhile, a door slammed in the stairwell and a man in a work clothes and with a broom in his hands entered.
“Oh, how many Grandfather Frost is at our entrance,” he said in a deaf voice.
“Help me drag him to the car,” Rahman asked.
The janitor nodded in agreement, and together they dragged the unfortunate to the front door, after which the unexpected happened. With a quick movement, the janitor hit Rahman on the head and both Grandfathers crashed to the floor. The janitor grabbed them by the clothes and clutched under the stairs. And I stood and was taken aback watching all this. Then, the janitor moved in my direction, gloatingly squinting and throwing up a weighty weights in his hand.

“If you don’t want to get on the kumpola too, shut up,” he croaked, and grabbed his hand, dragged him along to the back room. “I have prepared mansions for the New Year for the Snow Maiden, now we will celebrate.
A moment - and we are in the pantry with the tool. The janitor hit me a couple of times with his hand on his face and threw me on the old sofa.
- Quickly undress, - he ordered, - the holiday begins. Thought I outwit? It was not there. Who in the world of all cunning, all cunning? This is Senya of all cunning, all cunning!
While I, with trembling hands, took off the Snow Maiden's costume, the janitor took off his special clothes and lowered his pants.
“Come on, Snow Maiden, work on your mouth first,” he hissed angrily, waving his weight.
“Yeah,” I thought, “maybe this is my salvation?” It is necessary to please him with his mouth as long as possible, but gently, without irritating. You look, and the help will arrive in time.

I began with great zeal to please a member of the maniac, and to please was that. I have never seen such a stake before: a large one, slightly curved upwards and with a large reddish-blue head. Oh, I tried as a first grader in class: my tongue fluttered like a hummingbird bird, my lips were softer and more accurate than the surgeon's fingers. It seemed that I loved this member as my own. My rapist broke down and purred like a cat at a bowl of sour cream. Meanwhile, in my head, without ceasing, the alarm sounded: "Boom-boom-boom, Senya-Senya-Senya!" Is he again, vile Semen Semyonych? A voice is like and not like. How to see his face without interrupting production? I began to look up neatly, but it was useless: my face was smeared or plastered with something that it was impossible to recognize. It seems that he specifically changed his voice or maybe he had caught a cold. Something does not work with my identification. And time flew inexorably and brought me closer to either reprisal or salvation. No matter how hard I tried, this Seine was finally fed up with my sucking. He resolutely pushed my head away and said: “Skid pants, the power has changed, I will tear you to other sweet places.” Only he said this, as from the front door there was a noise, cries and tramp.

- Was-not-was - I decided and loudly, that there is urine screamed: - Here, to the rescue! After that, I received a punch and temporarily disconnected. I woke up in a familiar bus from fleece with ammonia. My first question was: “How is Rahman?”
- Yes, while unconscious, we are going to the clinic. We'll come soon. How are you feeling?
- Fine. Show me this reptile.
I was summoned to the maniac chained in handcuffs.
“Please take off the stickers and wipe his face, I want to look at him.”
The policemen cleared the face of the criminal, and I immediately recognized him. Of course it was he - the vile Semyon Semyonitch, my tormentor.
- What, the stinking dog jumped up? You drank a lot of my blood, now you’ll answer for everything! - I exclaimed and with pleasure kicked him in the side.
Everything ends once, and my fourth nightmare is over.