turns out to be very close. Her palms gently stroke me on the cheeks, up and down, as if rubbing force into my body. She knows exactly what she is doing, for sensations change immediately. Drowsiness and cold evaporate, the body gains energy and in a minute returns to its former state. That damn sex that drained me like it wasn't. Here so miracles! Nastya notices my improvement, her anxiety is replaced by satisfaction. I take her palm in my hand, bring it to my lips and gently kiss. Then another. She does not pull it out while I scatter her fingers with kisses. My rescuer, you came in time.

“I felt you needed it now,” she said quietly, almost in a whisper.

“Thank you,” I say. - Will you stay with me?

- Rest, - advises Nastya. - Now you better be alone. Till tomorrow.

- See you tomorrow, Nastya. Tomorrow at seven.

And this miracle goes away.

In the evening, when I was about to go to bed, the mobile phone rang. Who is it at such a time?

- Sasha, - I recognize this voice. Never Bessenov called me earlier. “Give me the girl and I'll leave you company.”

What kind of girl are you talking about? I do not understand his games, but I understand - to clarify, like Natalya Petrovna, about whom he is useless. Want to play, please. I say tough.

- Not!

“You’ll regret it,” I hear a terrible hiss. Bessonov angry, but I do not care.

“Fuck you, Kostya,” I just answer and turn off the phone.

Well, further blow behind it.

The night I barely slept ...

* * * * * *

In the morning I felt that this day, December 31st, would be even more incredible than yesterday. The end of this whole story came up. The end is tough and possibly tragic. So my soul spoke, and today, on the last day of the old year, I did not want to argue with her. Something I understood in these last days - that which you cannot explain with your head, but you believe with your heart. I knew this, and Arina Rodionovna, who came out to the door to escort me, knew. She did not ask anything, just looked at me carefully and crossed her three times.

- With God.

In the corporation a short working day. I notice a crowd of some types of combat views in black at the entrance (obviously, Bessenov’s guards), as well as a lot of fuss downstairs, employees with boxes and things come down from the 13th floor. I went upstairs and immediately went to Lesnikov. He does not look like himself. Scowling, depressed and at the same time angry, my partner stared out the window.

“What the hell is down there?” - I ask.

“The Bessins with their team demanded that they give them the entire 13th floor,” reports Kolya. - Employees from there I ordered to transfer to the 1st.

- Is he already here?

“Yeah,” says the partner sadly. - With Yagotskaya in her office cause all the young girls of the corporation for a personal conversation.

Began...

- Do you understand that they will ruin our business? - I ask with irritation.

Kolya Lesnikov answered more than strangely.

- Sasha, he will ruin everything ... Forest, animals, birds ... Everything is alive. The whole forest will freeze and die.

I do not believe my ears. Foresters sbrendil? Our company was taken over, and he is about beasts and birds. What does the forest have to do with it? Kohl is clearly tired of stress.

Then suddenly the partner changed his face, looked up from the window and quickly opened the safe. I took out a small wooden box with a padlock and set it in front of me.

“Here,” his voice sounded feverishly, shaking as if he were in real danger, but spoke very, very quietly. - I tried to find it for a long time and found it. He knows nothing about it. Here in this box is its end. I would have finished with him myself, but ... I can not. He did too much for me in his time. Just the hand does not rise.

It seemed to me that the Foresters would cry now. The box looked like an old chest, and it is strange that the materials on Bessenov were kept in such antiques.

- Is there dirt on him? - I asked the partner, to which the Foresters only grinned, but then nodded.

- Something like that. Take it, Sasha.I am disappearing today, flying away, until everything is settled down one way or another. Break the chest only if it starts to create a real disaster. Promise me only in this case! And then he - the end.

I take the chest in my hands, Foresters hands me a big black bag.

“Hide into it, do not carry it around the corporate office,” Kohl insists. - And do not agree to their conditions in any case. I can't help you anymore. Now go, I want to be alone before leaving. And remember, I was your friend.

I thankfully shake my hand. He is a great partner. Don't worry, friend, I will save our business.

“Take care of her,” added Kolya at last.

I went to my office and asked for help.

- Find out where Nastya Morozova is now.

A couple of minutes later, the assistant reports that Nastya asked for the head of the department yesterday and did not appear at work today. So that's great. On New Year's Day, I have nothing more to do here. We will continue the fight next year, Mr. Bessenov. I take the bag, go down to the car, throw it in the trunk and drive home.

On the way the bell rang. Kira! I sigh either mentally or loudly and turn on the phone. Tutor Kira is willing to come to visit me.

“Let's meet the New Year together,” she almost asks, she asks. No, honey, there’s nothing else between us. No sex, much less a holiday in the family circle. You're a good girl, but ...

“Sorry, Kira, no,” I say firmly. - Today I am busy.

“And how are you so busy?” - with an echidinka in a voice she specifies.

“In the evening I bring the Snow Maiden for my son,” I reply with satisfaction.

- Present?

I imagine Nastya. It gets fun and easy. Probably, happiness comes closer. I'm smiling.

- Precisely, Kira. THE MOST REAL.

- And this bitch will stay with you on New Year's Eve? - Kira breaks into hysterics, and I, not wanting to heal the soul of a woman who had been torn off and completely alien to me, turned off the phone ...

... At seven in the evening I wait for Nastya near her house. The front door swings open, and I enthusiastically observe the figure that appears.

Looking at her, just believe in a fairy tale. Dressed in the costume of the Snow Maiden, in a white finger in snowflakes Nastya is gorgeous. A wonderful, obviously handmade hat adorns her head. She sits down next to me, and I keep my eyes on her, enjoying her beauty. From her comes an amazing aura of purity and innocence. I shake her hand and I feel my heart accelerate. I am trying to instruct the girl how best to behave with Vlad, but she interrupts me with a smile.

- I know what to do.

Well, the real Snow Maiden. And at the same time she is terribly erotic, but not at all like my previous women. We sit in the darkness of the car, and I can not stand it. Kiss the maiden pen, then surrender to the feeling of surging and leaning towards her face. I find her lips and slowly, as if afraid of hurting, I embrace my own ... She does not resist, only in the dark I notice how her cheeks blush. First kiss, welcome, mutual ... How long have I been waiting for him? Years old? Centuries? For ages...

“I can't believe I found you,” I said, looking up from her lips. Nastya's blue eyes glisten from the moisture that appears in them. Is she crying? Why?

“I found you,” she whispers. I continue to hug my Snow Maiden, she strokes my cheek.

- Let's go, Sasha, - says the girl. - Your son is waiting for us.

Soon we drive up to my house, I park the car and get out of it to open the door for Nastya. Further, everything happens rapidly. So, when before the New Year - just a few hours. Both Evil and Good try to finish their annual plan. And I and Nastya are just a part of this eternal struggle ...

I notice the fit figures - large, strong. We were waiting. I am trying to find out how many of them, I beat the first one, without waiting for me to be surrounded, I grapple with the second one, which carries me to the frozen asphalt. I close my hand on his throat, but I get heavy ... Read more →