gold and diamonds, crystal chandeliers and hearts drawn on cocoa powder cappuccino. And, of course, she did not dare to come here. And certainly I didn’t think that for the first time a stranger would bring me here, not my own husband. And that this will happen on our anniversary, and even more so ...

It turned out that he ordered the table in advance. The administrator in a dress about two times more expensive than mine, led us to a table, where the waitress was already waiting with the menu at the ready.

Nikolay gallantly sat me down on a soft chair with a high back, sat down opposite him and took a heavy file out of the hands of a waitress.

- What will you? - he handed me a menu.

- I ... - where does this lump come from? Where is my annoyance? Where is arrogance and inaccessibility? What do I flow like a schoolgirl during the first dance with a boy from a parallel class? - Order something to your taste ...

He grinned and gestured to the waitress ...

And his taste was excellent. I, of course, don’t remember all the names due to the paucity of fantasy and intoxication of my mind, but I remember perfectly that each dish was delicious, magical and just melted in the mouth.

And wine - where could the “rusk” I used to pour my grief? Even her husband’s fortified and my martini were no match. I will say more - the champagne that Nikolai gave me in the car was just a disgusting burglar against the background of the noble wine with which he treated me now.

After a hearty dinner, there was dancing. Naturally, it was not we who danced, but specially trained girls — young, long-legged, similar to strong filling apples without the slightest hint of fat, cellulite, flabby tummies, and other women's problems. And when these beauties began to undress ... Hmm, I, of course, not from "these", but the kind of chiseled breasts and shamelessly covered pubes with translucent panties, excited me. Or maybe the whole thing in wine?

In general, I don’t remember how Nikolai and I ended up in a separate room, how he unbuttoned my dress and pulled off the pantyhose. I only remember the gentle touch of his fingers on my pussy, his silky lips on my nipples and how he fumbled and puffed over the corset hooks. I, in turn, suffered from buttons on his fly.

And then there was sex. Probably the most passionate, hot and sensual in all three years of my married life. His tongue fluttered over my sexual lips with a butterfly, forcing my body to bend against my will, his fingers penetrated deeper and deeper and more actively hosted there, preparing a place for his rather big friend.

And I was dying and being reborn.

And when he entered, my mind intoxicated with wine and his caress made me a pen and asked me not to disturb me until morning ...

- Did you like it? - He asked, when we were already sitting in the car and driving towards my house.

His question put me to a standstill. Not that I knew what a man should talk about or ask about after having sex with a married lady, but certainly not about that.

- D ... yes ... - squeezed out of me with difficulty, and shoulders twitched by themselves.

“Excellent,” he pulled his cell phone out of his inner pocket.

- Hello, Acne? ... Everything, you can assume that you owe me nothing ...

I almost choked with indignation. Vitalik! My husband's name is Acne ...

Nikolai looked at me with a triumphant smirk.

Scoundrel! How could he? Use me ...?

Tears flowed somehow by themselves ...

- To the house to take or want to walk? - in his voice sneered.

God, how could I not notice what a nasty face he had ?! And this wart near the nose, and wrinkles on the forehead ... Bastard ...

“You are beautiful,” he suddenly became serious, “but when you get angry, something completely unearthly appears in you ...”I want to see you all - and happy, and upset, and happy, and angry ... Throw you your Vitalik - he sold you for ten pieces of green, and you didn’t even buy a decent dress ... And I will give you everything. Did you see that steamer? He's mine. If you want, I'll give it to you. Rags, trinkets - everything you just want ...

- Svo ... svo ... - I wanted to say this to him, but under this look and after these words the language did not turn.

“If it makes you feel better, hit him,” he lowered his head. - I know that I acted low, but ... I had to open your eyes to him ... so that you understand ...

- D ... home ... - why do teeth bang like that? How disgusting ...

He nodded silently and signaled to the driver.

Upon entering the apartment, I stumbled back into the kitchen and only there burst into tears in my voice.

He ... they ... used me. Like a thing. Like a mindless body. Like a rubber doll. One sold, the other bought. It's simple - commodity-money relations.

- Inna, Innochka, baby, do not cry, do not, - Nikolai?

He hugged my shoulders tightly and sprinkled cheeks with kisses.

- W ... for what ...? Why ... me this? BUT? What ... did I ... check ... down? - he pressed my head to his chest.

- Stop it, small, do not. You have not done anything wrong. It's us, you bastards and scoundrels ... Forgive me ... I shouldn't have ... Please ...

- Oh, you are ... - Acne ?!

Nicholas suddenly twitched, but he did not let me go, continuing to cuddle, covering his broad back.

“Bitch ... whore, the prank ... slut ...” I felt his every blow, even though they fell on Nikolay's back.

- I will not forgive you, bitch ... so that your feet ...

- Vitalik, stop it! - I shouted, and he suddenly fell silent and stopped beating.

Nikolai let go of my shoulders.

- I will not forgive you, bitch ... - muttered Acne, rummaging in the drawer with cutlery.

And I suddenly became scared:

- Do not do this, Acne ... - I whispered. - Do not do ...

The drawer grunted, closing, Acne turned to me. At that moment, Nikolai grabbed his hand with a knife, and I screamed and covered my head with my hands ...

- Everything...

Nikolai was sitting on a stool, his head hanging low. His hands were bloody. Acne lay near the table, and the knife stuck in his chest.

- You have your hands ... - I crawled up to Nicholas on my knees. - It is necessary to bandage ...

* * *

After those events a year has passed.

We now live with Nikolai. How he ruled that story, I do not know - he did not tell, but I did not ask.

The rest of our idyll. He understands me like no one else. He knows how to bring me to a white-hot, but he also knows how to calm down quickly.

After the funeral, he took me to his place, so ... Yes, now I'm not just a married lady, but a lady with a dowry. I have my own private room, dressing room, which I can replenish when I want and how I want, a lot of dresses to choose from, under each pair of shoes a few handbags, under each handbag dozens of hats and scarves, and gloves for all occasions ...

Then, with a fright, pulled me into this apartment? Even today, on the anniversary ...

For Kohl, I, of course, came up with a great excuse - I have some things dear to my heart left there. He agreed with a condescending smile - he decided, I suppose, that the aging ladies were too sentimental.

Not without a shiver in her hands, she opened the lock, entered the hallway, then into the kitchen ... These red spots from two melted candles were like blood on the table. I remember how, before the funeral, I tore off the frozen paraffin and melted silk ...

So quiet ... Strange - what did I hope to find here? I do not even know...

But do not, indeed, return empty-handed? She said that she had forgotten some trinkets, which means that we need to take something in order to present it in the case of interrogation ... It is ridiculous, as if I am committing some kind of crime and I have to justify myself ...

Passed into the bedroom ... it smelled of dust ... and dark, probably because of the dusty curtains.

Opened the wardrobe ... what to take? Strange that this linen is so lying? Oh, these guys - that’s just the sick will be if they put the bed linen in the closet neatly! It is crumpled ... What is it? Dictaphone?..

“So, Vitaly, you have two ways - either you return the whole amount with interest to me, or they find you at the bottom of the river with a stone around your neck. Is that clear? ”Is Nicholas's voice? I understand nothing ...

"I ... will give ... only ... I need time ... to make money ... to find ..."

"You had more time than enough ..."

"Well, please ... another month ... and I will return everything ..."

“You should know, Vitalik, how often I hear this. "Another month, I will give everything." Do you know what then? And nothing. Nobody gives anything. So let's pretend that a month has already passed, you haven’t found the money - and you haven’t been looking for Nichrome - and here you are sitting here in front of me all so unhappy and asking for another postponement. No, my dear, this situation does not suit me. Throw grandmother.

"I do not have!"

“I know not. Would, would not take a debt. But you have something else there. Your wife - I like her very much ... "- scoundrel ...

“Inka? Take it! ”- what ?!

“That's right right away, right? Came on the sofa and knocked down? It's not interesting, Acne, you know? Not interested".

"What do you ... want?"

“I want her to be completely mine. Not for a while, but my wife. ”

"I will give a divorce - no problem!"

“Blockhead, the problem is not in your divorce, but in it, understand? I want her to stay with me voluntarily, voluntarily stayed ... ”

“Well ... there is one way ... She has a weakness — she does not think well when she drinks. The main thing is not to make a mistake with the dose, otherwise you will not be a woman, but there will be a snoring log ... And it will start up half a turn ... You need to pick up the moment, when she wants, even wait, then a little, and then ... "

“This is not that. I do not want to seduce her corny - I know without your secrets how to lay a woman on a shoulder ... "

“Wait, you didn’t hear out ... And then I appear - a jealous husband. Oh, you're a bitch, you-ry, py-ry. You are protecting her like a real knight, and everything is your princess ... ”