Irishka sat on the bed and did not believe her happiness. Three weeks on a wonderful cruise ship, three weeks! No, not as a passenger - where does the student have money for such a cruise. But the dishwasher was required, and only incredible luck can explain that Irishka was taken to this unpretentious position. She examined the cabin and began to unpack things, but then she gave up and turned on the music. The laptop issued a random track - but from the very first bars she jumped out of the chair.

- “Dark gloomy corridor!

“I'm tiptoeing like a boor!” And hopped around the cabin. Stopped at the mirror, disheveled hair. So more like it! She made a completely insane face, turning her eyes to her nose and throwing out her tongue, stretched out her arms and walked, portraying either a zombie, or this very sorcerer's doll ..

- "And you got - to the real sorcerer,

“He ruined people like you — not one!” - UUUUU !!! Stretching her arms and dragging her leg, she hustled around the cabin, sometimes looking at herself in the mirror.

Dmitry was not the first to go on a flight on this liner. A professional steward, whose services were valued rather highly, he was now sitting in his cabin and recollecting whether everything was ready for the reception of passengers tomorrow, when he suddenly heard a strikingly familiar rhythm from somewhere due to the bulkhead. He looked out into the corridor - the sound was coming from the door of the next cabin ajar, and decided to go over to meet this Russian rock lover.

How did he break him when, choking with laughter and biting his fists to the sharpness in his eyes, he observed a slender red-haired galloping through a tiny room in a long, dimensionless T-shirt and one slipper.

The rock lover turned out to be a miniature girl, a new kitchen worker.

“Aw, and a deceptive first impression,” he thought, and, hiding a smile (and bitten fists, however, also), politely cleared his throat at the already open cabin door.

The music has changed - now Helavis has started singing about the witch ...

- Like a witch has four wings,

- Dress to the floor, oh, till to ... OH! - The cabin door was open and an unfamiliar guy was looking at Irishka, it seems one of the stewards. She goggled and almost sat on the floor in astonishment. Mdaaa ... She smoothed her disheveled hair.

- Hello. I heard the music ...

“So this is ... Come on in then ...” she noticed the guy’s embarrassment, and walked away from the door, making an inviting gesture. Then she looked at herself in the mirror and giggled. I looked at the guest and laughed even louder.

“I ... Chaaa'a ... Na ... Nalyu ..." Unable to bear it, she laughed out loud.

Her laugh took an awkward pause simply and naturally. Following the girl he laughed too, and the laughter was soon heard, probably, even on deck. From time to time they paused to portray recent dances and laugh more often than ever.

- Aaaaa ... pouring, from what, but I definitely would not refuse tea! My name is Dima.

“Tea ... Tea, tea, tea, tea ...” She turned on the kettle and examined her supplies.

- Black or green? Yes, you sit down. Only I have nothing for tea ... And I am Ira ... Ida.

- Come on green, for a change. So Ira or Ida? He replied, sinking into a chair. This cabin was almost an exact replica of its own, so there was nothing to particularly consider ... - What did it find on you? The mood of the person ... oops. - An open closet with clothes caught his eye. - Iron! I forgot to turn off the iron! I fly, - already on the move apologizing to the hostess, - Er, I will be back soon!

- I am Iraida, but better than Ira ... Iron ?! - she froze with a cup in her hands ... - Well, okay, iron, so iron ...

Irishka climbed into the locker, but there was a lonely cookie there ... She had an idea - while Dmitry turned off her iron, go to the kitchen, there she left a whole box of cookies. Looking at himself in the mirror - in a t-shirt? waved her hand - time later, no one. Could be so.

Prudently wrote a note "I'm in the kitchen, looking for cookies," attached it to the door, which left half-open and left.

She cautiously entered the staff’s empty, radiant, clean kitchen. Rummaged on the shelves - found a box of cookies, and already wanted to leave, when I saw the refrigerator. Irishka looked there - and found a bottle of milk. To her shivering in her knees, she suddenly wanted cold milk with cookies! She found a clean cup, poured milk and half drank it in one gulp. And then she began to dip the cookies into the milk and enjoy, completely forgetting that they might be waiting for her ...

Dima returned a few minutes later, with a bottle of champagne and a box of chocolates, set up just in case. Found a note and went to the address indicated. In fact, she was about to return, but for some reason she was delayed, and he, cursing at every step, overcame the not very lighted area on the liner. As soon as he entered the galley, he narrowed his eyes because of the bright lamps, so he didn’t immediately notice the girl eating a cookie (meant, by the way, him!) Cookies, and drinking milk with it!

- Ira! He called softly. - in terms of disappearance, we are even.

She turned around, obviously not expecting a shout, and smiled at the guy - and he smiled, looking at the milky "mustache" above her upper lip.

- Oh ... I promised tea ...

- God be with him, with tea. - he took the cup from the fingers of the girl. “Woo, what a cold one — he squeezed through his teeth, seizing the drink with cookies. - As in childhood, the truth is true.

- Why are we standing? - Dima looked with his eyes where to sit, all the chairs after cleaning were raised. - Come on, - took Irishkiny fingers and pulled her to the nearest table. - Why stand at the refrigerator for the whole evening?

- Perhaps. Will we sit on the table? - She felt funny again - to sit on the table in the huge kitchen and drink milk. Going to the table, she climbed onto it, sat down on the edge and put down a cup of milk - it was really so cold that her fingers were already frozen. Dangling legs, Irishka smiled at the guy.

- Well, let's start the night doge?

- I declare operation “Night Dozhor“ open! - Dima announced, clinking glasses with a cup of a girl's milk pack. - baking fresh, we are unlikely to find here, but if you climb through the cabinets and cupboards in different ways (God forbid, the chef will learn about our tricks), then that thread will be found. Well, for example, - and he leaned over to the cabinet in the table where the girl was sitting and opened it. “Oh, no, it's empty,” the guy drawled, disappointed, raising his head. And then his thought pricked him that Ira was right above him, she was wearing a T-shirt and her legs were slightly divorced, just enough so that her eyes could smear over a triangle of linen.

“Oops ... Friend. Do not think about that! You just met. ”

But the little devil on his left shoulder was already actively sending the necessary thoughts to his head and he had to shake that very head, driving them away.

Thoughts did not move away, but the balance was almost lost and in order not to fall, he clung to the leg of Ira.

Dmitri looked at her from below and it came to the girl that she was sitting in front of him, to put it mildly, in negligee. She blushed, and to hide her embarrassment, she sipped her milk again.

- Well, could ... be ... And that's enough for us? Or, then we will look for something else ... - she was completely embarrassed and squirmed on the table, looking askance at the guy. His sincere smile disposed to her, Irishka could not help smiling in response.

- Want some cookies? - She handed him the box turned red even harder and fidgeted.

- Oyyyy !!! - and immediately from awkward movements spilled milk on himself. - Here is a bungler!

The spilled liquid crawled over the girl's T-shirt with a wet spot, which made small breasts with sharp papillae appear as naked before him. “It's cold!” He remembered, and instantly made the right, like, decision.

- Take off your T-shirt, now you will freeze to death, - and he instantly pulled off the T-shirt from the dumbfounded girl ..

“That's it,” when the shirt remained in his hands, he looked again at Ira. She seemed completely naked, only a line of panties crossed her hips, contrasting with skin color ....