Katya frantically closed the door of the cottage house, the castle did not obey, and dusk was gathering around. A little more and she will be late for the bus, and there and by train, and then what to do? The key finally turned in the lock and she, nervously sighing, rushed in the direction of the stop. Panting from her quick walk, the girl approached the road and froze. Short hair cut is the color of chocolate, and large, beautifully contoured brown eyes — she could have been mistaken for a teenager, in this light shirt, with sleeves rolled up to the elbows, and jeans wrapped around a slender, graceful figure. Squeezing her hands into fists, Katya stamped her foot in annoyance, looking at the departing last bus.

“And now how to get there,” sad thoughts flashed, “I’ll go insane as I walk to the station 10 kilometers away. Maybe back? ".

There were almost no cars on the road, and those that appeared were not in a hurry to stop. She walked a little more and again raised her hand, slowing down the car, but the car slipped past. "Why are you so unlucky?" Almost desperate, the girl suddenly heard behind her a slight rustling of the wheels and a melodious tinkling.

A bicycle drove up to her, and she saw a young lad with a light brown bushy hair, and a fervent gleam in her eyes on a smiling face.

- What are you doing here alone? - asked the guy, not really stand on ceremony.

- The bus left, did not have time, - Katya was in despair, and even that familiarity with which he spoke was not very disturbed. “I don’t even know how to get to the station now.”

- If you want, sit down, take it, I don't care about the city, - and he extended his hand to her, inviting her to sit down. - This, of course, is not a bus, but also transportation. So, do not be afraid and sit down.

“And where can you order to sit with bags,” looking at her at the suggestion of an option, she approached the bike.

- Bags - back, you - forward, to the frame, somehow we will reach. - Well, what are you worth? By the way, Alexey is my name, you can simply - Lech, and how are you?

“Katya,” climbing onto the frame of the bicycle, and being between his hands, she cringed from the awkwardness of the situation.

- Do not you tremble so, I will not do anything to you. I come back from the dacha myself, I stayed a bit. Consider yourself lucky, otherwise you would have to travel for a long time. - And, the bike smoothly rolled along the road.

- I see you are desperate, if you are not afraid, it is so late to return. After all, there are a lot of fools around, - a smile spread across his face when he carefully examined the girl. Her embarrassment, closed eyes, the smell of hair and body heat, caused a nervous shiver.

- I used to, always had time to take a bus or neighbors, only today I was unlucky, - the proximity of breathing, touching the hair, made my heart go astray.

- I do not know about you, but I think I was lucky. Not every day, a pretty girl clings to you.

His breath burned the skin on his cheekbone, and his lips touching his hair, as if in a kiss, forced him to raise his eyes, catching his gaze, and blood rushed to his cheeks, from a wave of mild excitement sweeping through her body. Embarrassed, she turned away, looking at the road.

A light and gentle wind blew over the face, the light of the moon, casting shadows through torn clouds; a bicycle lantern, snatching a road like a river out of the darkness; the wheels rustled on the asphalt, and this gave rise to a feeling of flight in her, and the proximity of a young strong body next carried the mind to the realm of fantasy. Suddenly, leaning her back to the boy's chest, the girl pulled her hands off the wheel, and they flew up like wings, creating the illusion of flight.

- Aaaaaaaaaaaa! Lunaaaaaaaaa! I am a seagull, above the river! - Victory cry broke from the lips.

Alexey laughed, - well, you give, crazy, and if I let go of the steering wheel? Hold on.

And, having ceased to turn the pedals, trying to keep the bike in balance, he stretched out his arms, repeating the movements of her body - give your arms, just do not move, otherwise we will fall.- Having united the movement of the opened hands, they surrendered to the power of a night flight towards the wind and the moon, rejoicing and infecting each other with laughter.

The bike started to wag and, to keep it from falling, they, in unison, grabbed the steering wheel, aligning the wheels.

The smell of her hair, tickling his face, was drunk and, yielding to these sensations, Alex kissed her temple.

- Do you understand that we could break?

Katya nodded in agreement and smiled slyly, but did you like it?

- Not the word, as you liked, just, please, do not do it more, otherwise we will not get to the city.

The approaching noise of the wheels made me tense up and look around, and suddenly, having caught up with them, the car smoothly slid alongside them. Two heads poked out of the windows, whistling and watching with interest the couple on the bike.

“It's too late for a walk,” they were well drunk, and their intentions were no longer in doubt. - Boy, share a girlfriend, I think she wants to have some fun with serious men.

The bike confidently picked up speed, but the car was still driving close by, not intending to miss the unexpected opportunity to have a good time. An oily, lewd gaze shamelessly looked at Katya as if she was undressing, and a contented smile played on the lips of a vile type, with a round red mug.

Katya felt Alexey's hands, tightened her hold even more, hiding from the views, not appealing her pursuers, and she clung to him, seeking protection.

“Hold tight,” sounded, at her ear, “just not behind the wheel.”

She clasped his body, clutched her hands in a T-shirt, and pressed her whole body into his chest. The bike swerved, changing direction, and rushed along a country road, into the depths of the dacha buildings. The noise of the car did not lag behind, and the hooting, whistling and laughter, said that the pursuers went hunting. They were captured by the sense of chase.

The bike rushed into the narrow passage between the houses, and the car braked.

“We need to block their way,” I heard a scream from behind. - Dimon, go around, do not let them go.

Shadows, rushed to the side, - Baby, you will not get far, you have no way to go. I don’t think you know these places better than us, it sounded in the dark.

Hot men jumped out on both sides of the road, resting on the bypass channel. And, Alexey, realizing that there was nowhere else to go, he quickly jumped off the bike, dragging his companion with him.

“My things,” Katya darted to her bag, but strong hands tugged at her, pulling away from the bicycle.

- Spit, not up to them, you see what is happening, - he frantically pulled her to the bridge, thrown over the canal, - we need somewhere to hide.

They excitedly ran along the path, holding hands, endlessly looking at the sounds of voices, heart-rending screaming pursuers, running out onto the road behind the canal. Seeing the gap between the houses, the guy did not think to rush there, dragging Katya along. At the end of the narrow road was a small house surrounded by a palisade. Running up to him, Alex grabbed the girl by the waist, lifting and helping to get over the fence, and jumped after her. Hiding around the corner of the house, he carefully looked out, watching a group of guys who stopped at a fork in the street.

- Damn, where, they got to, - a man, with a reddened sweaty, from running, face, with anger, he kicked the neighboring fence. There was a mate and a wild cry, an angry man, bitch, come out, do not come out - it will be worse for you, and your kid will tear off your hands.

Katya clung to Alexey, clinging to clothes and trembling all over, her eyes wide open were full of horror. He glanced at her and, clasping her shoulders with his hand, pressed her close to her, whispering in his ear - do not be afraid, let us get out, but not now.

Glancing at the wall of the house, he went quietly to the window, with shuttered windows and pulled the board holding the windows.

“Watch them, and I will try to open the window,” the board did not give in and, moving along the wall, he saw, in the uneven light of the moon, the glass of the veranda. - That's better.

A folding knife picked up the nails and, they spread out in different directions, freeing the glass.

The drunk company did not let up, not wanting to miss the prey. They walked along the buildings, then ...