My eyes opened, habitually inspecting the familiar walls of my kitchen. Everything was in its place, like Petrovich, sitting opposite me. Although the interior still has new details. The table was decorated with a large and dusty bottle with a clear liquid, surrounded by some snacks.

“Ivan Nikolayevich, I allowed myself some liberties here,” he circled around with food on the table, “it seemed to me that this would now be appropriate.” Pour?

I nodded silently. Two-thirds faceted glass, stretched to me, I drank in one gulp. I do not know what the bottle contained in the liquid, but I almost choked, the fortress was prohibitive. Having a little breath, I rushed to throw myself snacks:

“Shvo,” I swallowed the food, “what the hell was that?”

- Rated? - Petrovich was very pleased - a rare thing, I tell you. Italian grappa, three hundred years of exposure! One hell delivers. By the way, about the devils. Ivan Nikolaevich, if you allow the advice, do not mention in vain so often devils. The guys are not unambiguous, and certainly not as well brought up as yours truly. Do you understand what I am talking about?

- Yes, understand. Thanks for the advice. I understand that now I am your debtor?

- Well, you, Ivan Nikolayevich, it was just free advice, so to speak one of the Heads of not so attractive creatures with whom you may have problems, nothing more.

Petrovich splashed me another half a cup. I drank. Surprisingly, drunkenness did not come, the head cleared, thoughts were in order. All this was sharpened by cold rage, which has not disappeared anywhere. I was angry, and did not try to hide it all.

- What does it mean? - my voice rang out of indignation. Whether I should have been afraid, or afraid, laying out my indignations at my gift, I had no idea. But I will not be silent either.

Petrovich spontaneously twisted a mushroom on a fork and did not immediately notice me.

- How did you like it? Was your wish fully fulfilled?

I opened my mouth and froze. I guess I looked funny now from the side. A kind of fish, grabbing unsuccessfully air.

- Yes, it is, but ...

- Have you fully felt your physical presence?

- Felt, nevertheless ...

- Isn’t this Ruler very POWERFUL, isn’t it?

- I agree, however ...

- And what girls! He was always fond of pretty girls. Did the girls look at you, Ivan Nikolaevich?

- They are all beautiful, but to sense it! - finally I was able to blurt out at least somehow my position.

Dear Peter Petrovich threw up his hands:

- How what's the use! Have you not waited for the end of the ceremony ?!

“Was there some end to it !?” So THIS could somehow end, damn you, finish? Ahhh, there were probably ten more virgins behind the door, about twenty meters tall, maybe thirty! Damn, yes stick trees, damn, how tall a woman should be, what would IT fit into her !!!

Laughing Petrovich for a long time, I managed to pour and drink. Reassured, the devil in the flesh caught up with me in the use of alcohol and continued my enlightenment:

- I immediately did not understand where it was supposed to fit, finish, finish, some kind of nonsense. Some giants, - here Petrovich still giggled, - The end of the ceremony is completely different, Ivan Nikolaevich, you would at least be in a hurry, wait. You missed a rare opportunity, a very rare one.

- I do not know what I missed there. I am a simple person. With average capabilities and sizes. And here it is!

- But now you know what a HUGE member is! - another attack haha ​​attacked my gift. The next portion of grappa I rolled. It was unpleasant. Petrovich laughed at me. Not with this, drin. Namely from me. How I was offended, how I was indignant, how I drank his alcohol and could not get drunk.

Okay.Now I know what to expect, now I will be in all arms.

- I am ready for the next wish!

Petrovich's laughter ceased in a flash. He packed up, pulled himself up and scrupulously noted something in his notebook.

- Did they put a tick for a fulfilled wish? - I just blurted out.

And Petrovich quite seriously answered:

- Of course. Do you think people invented accounting? By no means. Do you want to laugh too? - he moved closer to me and in a half-voice shared, - absolutely seriously, I still did not report for my long business trip. Yes Yes. I thought we had less bureaucracy there, during my absence, but no.

Of course, I didn’t laugh as he told me, but such news brought a smile to me. So to you, know the accountants, you will not play with them!

- So, the first wish is fulfilled. And you, my dear Ivan Nikolaevich, have decided to continue. Did I hear you correctly?

- And what, I really have a choice? After all, I have to complete the contract?

Petrovich gaily shook his finger at me and smiled charmingly:

- How to know, how to know. Some refuse.

- Yes? And what happens to them?

My guest sighed:

- Differently. Some now require reports from me. No respect at all. Just lost the fear!

Hoo, no, no, I'm ready to go further under the contract. For a moment he had a hell of an office. Instead of tables, boiling pans. Instead of chairs, hot boilers. Hell, their mother so run for couriers. We are for the fulfillment of all commitments. Definitely!

- If you have finished fantasizing, can we start?

- Wait a second, you do not have to see my thoughts?

Petrovich patted me on the shoulder in a fatherly way:

- Ivan Nikolaevich, I do not violate the signed agreements. Not how much. Just you are not the first in my ... uh, well, you are not the first with whom I meet about the contract. All the same. Surely painted the horrors of the afterlife? Bonfires, torment and the like? Right?

I had to agree and jerk my head.

- Well, you see. The man is the same. However, what are we. You have the following desire. Broadcast!

I had already built a thought in my head, but I was afraid that Petrovich would slaughter in this interpretation. Or take as many desires at once.

- Do not get lost, Ivan Nikolaevich, I will not abuse my position, and your entire list of conditions will be read as one wish. Bolder

Again it is bolder. Although, I have to admit that after the first HUGE fiasco, I was a little afraid. But, there is no going back, let's go.

- I want this. No tales. No harems. I want to be secured. Attractive. With a normal, but not HUGE size. There should be three girls. They must want me. All three at once. I do not want to persuade. Here it is.

- Great. All of you have considered Ivan Nikolaevich. I perform.

***

A handsome and rich scion of a banking family walked past the guards and girls with face control who were helpfully frozen in the aisle. Edward noticed the languid brown-haired woman a long time ago, which with each his appearance in the club very modestly lowered her eyes. Shy, so to speak. Not very stupid, very. Such eyes and the same wonderful forms will need another month to be sure to note their attention. Edward had no doubt that it would burn out. In principle, he did not know of any refusal in this life, and even the ladies' society even more so favored him. And it was not only the money of his name. He was handsome. Truly, like a man. Tall, hot brunette, perfect Greek profile with museum amphoras. Actually it was not surprising, the mother, Dione, a pure-blooded Greek woman, gave her son all her magnificence. Here Edward also used, both the external data from mum, and daddy's money. However, he did not consider himself a golden youth. And he worked no less than his father.

- Eduard Anatolyevich, - to meet, maneuvering between visitors, the manager rushed, - what an honor! We were waiting for you.

- Victor, I asked not to contact me by name and patronymic? - Vitya often nodded his head, - so why should you pay to accept my request?

Having a little pleased Edward with embarrassment, Victor squeezed out ...