The film ended, I sat in the kitchen and smoked. Funny movie turned out to be. It was called "Blinded by desires." I knew the actor, he starred in “Mummies”, but I forgot how to call. The actress, who played the role of the main character and part-time devil, could only be forgotten by the most stale of lovers. Liz Hurley is just awesome, just super!

Scrolling through the cinema in my head, I smiled to myself, that’s a fool, is it possible to be so stupidly dispelled by desires? Okay, the first time I set foot with a hamburger, it happens, not every day the devil drives up to you, and also in the form of a stunning beauty. But after the second desire it was possible to get together, especially when he was almost thundered by a mafia on a cocaine plantation. Yes, it is a pity that such scenarios do not roll through life, that's why it is a movie, so that this happens only on the screens.

Finally, having yawned, I realized that it was time to pack. Lying in bed, I reluctantly returned to the viewed film. Damn, if I had the chance, I would have signed a contract with the devil without hesitation. I definitely would not have spent my desires on any one girl. Just think, love! If I had the opportunity to become, well, at least, uninterrupted sex machine, anyone will jump into my bed. Friends, and friends of friends considered me a very nice guy. Yes, but the good of this niceness was not much. With the girls I did not get along.

Lying in bed, in my head were worn images of all sorts of beautiful women, standing in line to the world-famous lover Vanyuha Okhlopkov. The surname with the name sounds, of course, not very brutal, but who will make fun of it, only the envious. The picture of the queue was replaced by frank scenes of intercourse with one, then with two, then with several beauties at the same time. Everyone was pleased, women's moans and cries of pleasure pleasingly caressed their ears. In such dreams and performances, I did not notice how I fell asleep.

Morning cheerfully greeted me with sunshine beating exactly in the eyes. Grumbling, I know, I know, I still got out of bed. Not looking at the weekend, the day was painted almost entirely, Birthday is not cool, but he, as you know, once a year. I already allowed myself to lie down longer than it should be. All the more, that irrevocably wake up, made the noise emanating from the kitchen. I do not understand, I have that, someone in the house!? I was not particularly afraid of thieves, the Spartan situation couldn’t attract into my mansion guys with crows and big bags for profit. Then what the hell is happening, I did not expect guests. Yes, and I did not open the door to anyone! Gathering internally, I had to come to a conclusion until I went and I did not see with my own eyes, I did not know anything.

As I approached the kitchen, my nose pleasantly tickled the smells of bacon and eggs, and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee sneaky on top. Fir-trees of a stick, I do not know who is there, but it seems that the intentions of the treacherous guest were far from the bloodthirsty ones. It would be the height of folly to get into someone else's house to feed the owner with breakfast. I do not get it.

As soon as I looked into the kitchen, it became clear to me that I did not understand anything. Of course, while I was sneaking into the kitchen, I imagined that the friends drove me some busty governess for today, it would be from them, and I would not mind. However, when I saw my visitor, I was left in huge confusion. A rather imposing man, not of certain years, in a strict gray suit, bent over the stove. In her hair, gray hair slipped, in other ways she did not make her owner old. Rather, add him solidity. Impressive rings and rings sparkled on the fingers; I counted at least seven of them from the door.Not what they were, they all seemed to be precious! In general, the whole appearance spoke about the respectability of an uninvited guest, who has no place in the kitchen of the usual nine-story building. Moreover, performing the role of a cook.

“Kh, kh,” I had to cough, I had to pay attention to myself somehow.

The guest broke away from the crotch skillet:

- Ivan Nikolaevich! - the face of the guest, together with the voice was not radiant with fake happiness, - and you already stood up! Oh, what a shame that I did not have time with breakfast. Although coffee can, it is ready. What do you think?

OK, what do you say !? You yourself, Mr. Good, tell me who you are, for example? Without waiting for my no, or yes, a cup of coffee fell into my hands. Hmmm, and the coffee was what I wanted, how I like it. Having taken two sips, I somehow calmed down. Strange of course, but I was no longer so worried about the invasion of my apartment. Sitting at the table, I still asked question number one this morning:

- Who you are?

- Eh, Ivan Nikolaevich, what are you doing right away? Do not hello, do not thank you for the coffee, - my guest sat down opposite me and stared at the table, - Why is it always like that?

I saw that the guest was sad. Hell, I even became uncomfortable, so he drooped:

- What do you want. I lay down alone. I wake up not one. What should I think? Thief? Police call? - hesitantly added, - but for coffee, thank you, the taste is magical.

My words did return to the cheerful mood of the guest:

- You really liked it? I was so worried, I had to wait almost a hundred years for these unbearable Bedouins to send their spices for coffee. No respect at all. How times have changed, how they have changed.

Crushing swaying of the head of a respected gentleman, in no way distracted me from the spoken figure - a hundred years. Hmm, and in appearance he was no more than fifty, maybe fifty-five.

- A hundred years mean?

My question, expressing all internal distrust, found the gentleman in a suit near the stove. He was just very cleverly putting bacon and eggs on plates:

- Yes, Ivan Nikolaevich, a hundred years. Of course, in your opinion ..., uh, that is, in terms of people, this is a very long term. However, I see, I consider one century long, only for the execution of the request, but not for a long time. However, it is not so interesting, maybe later. Help yourself, dear Ivan Nikolaevich, bon appetit!

What a pleasant appetite, I did not want to eat at all! This "gentleman from Paris" finally confused my head.

- I do not want to eat. I ask the question again, who are you?

Unlike me, the guest was absolutely calm and sure that he had already eaten half of his portions, and very quickly.

- I, Ivan Nikolaevich, your gift.

So, no more no less!

- Present!?

- Yes, exactly yours, and precisely for today. Although, maybe, we will manage earlier. I am at your disposal today.

- And ... well, who the hell is for me how to say this, well, in one word, who gave me you?

- Ahhh, this is very interesting, let me say, very interesting! - having washed down from the cup of coffee eaten scrambled eggs, the guest answered, - nobody.

“Then I don't understand anything.”

The guest leaned back in his chair.

- Ivan Nikolayevich, let's order. Is your birthday today?

- Yes.

- Great, great. We continue. You are being fulfilled today, so for a moment, - a graceful notebook, covered with some kind of snake-like skin, appeared from the depths of the suit, - oh, twenty-five, isn't it?

- Yes.

- We graduated two years ago, a local university, lived in a hostel number 3, on the second floor, in room 24, the corner bed to the right?

- (Stunned!) Yes.

- You live alone, you work, for one moment, how is this word called, - again a notebook, - yeah, a manager in a trading company?

- Yes.

- Do you have a car, Daria's younger sister, living with your parents in the village of Verkhovka, Moscow province?

- Yes.

- Friends name is Sedoy, Gingerbread, Vovan and Murka, who in the third year put you a decent Fingal. Accidentally, of course!

- (Ohrenet!) Yes.

- Last night you watched a movie, after which you decided that you would sign a contract with the devil without thinking?

My answer rang automatically:

- Yes.

The guest smiled smartly, imposingly lounging in his chair:

- So, I am at your service!

Hung in ...