Nastya repeated all movements behind me. We drank with her again.

- And last night appeared some toli Vitaly, toli Vasily ... - She thought.

- Vitaly Vasilyev, - I said, - the nickname “Vasya” is simple.

- Yes, probably you are right. - With these words, she went to the refrigerator, took out a bottle of “Coca-cola” from it, splashed herself in a glass. - Will you?

“No,” I smiled. - I prefer a clean, with him a hangover tougher.

She laughed. Squeezed and threw a lemon slice into your cocktail!

- Well, where can these heroes be now? - I asked the most rhetorical question of this evening.

- How did you get here?

- By car from Moscow. At Lipetsk at half-past ten, Necrof called me, told me to go to them, only to take something with me. I bought at a gas station, - I showed the bottle, - I came here to “Visit”, I took a snack. Called in the "intercom" silence, and here you are.

- They didn't wait, - Nastya sighed, - and tried to call?

“No, of course,” I smiled at my own stupidity and reached into my pocket for the phone.

At this moment, someone tried to open the front door. The lock clicked dryly several times, but the door did not open, they closed it again, and opened the lock, and knocked loudly on the door.

- Damn, here I am a fool, - suddenly my companion said, and rushed to the door, - I closed the inner latch.

“It's normal, it happens,” I said, and leaned against the wall behind her.

She turned the latch and stepped back, leaning into me.

I put my arm around her waist, laid my head on her shoulder, and whispered:

- Quiet...

She did not break out, but instead put her back on me.

In this position, we stood for a minute, then knocked on the door again.

“Open,” I shouted. - Come in "Forest Brothers."

The door opened, there were two bodies on the threshold (no, still StoyO), because they could not stand alone. Their faces were decorated with at least two-day stubble. In their hands they held four bubbles of champagne, two of which were open and apparently half-empty.

- ABOUT! Hedgehog, Yy-u already started fucking! - Vasily pussy-picking Vasya, poking a finger at Us and Nastya.

- Vitalik, - I turned to him, pushing the girl behind me, - I am very glad to see you. But if mom and dad didn't teach you that it’s not good to show a finger, I’ll just break them, you understand?

“Come on, he was joking,” the master began to apologize. - Take the dishes.

I intercepted the corked champagne from their hands and handed it to Anastasia.

- Please put it in the fridge. - I asked her.

Saying nothing, she went into the kitchen.

- Well! Great Guys! - I exclaimed, opening his arms.

In them, immediately collapsed this two-headed monster, hitting all fumes. And I almost fell down with them. The only thing that saved us was that I leaned forward a little.

We had such a student anecdote:

"If you are drunk in the winter in the woods, you meet a bear of the connecting rod ¬ - try to collide with it in antiphase."

Naturally, they poured shampoo on me from open bottles. Vital loudly kissed my ear.

Then both got close (as far as it was possible in their condition) and with a proudly swaying gait, went to the hall.

- Where are you guys? We are waiting for you in the kitchen!

- Yeah, we are now. - Vitaly announced.

- We are waiting. - I closed the door and went to Nastya. - Sit with us? - Turned to the girl.

- Yes, a little bit, tomorrow is the day off.

- I just do not want to drink in that pigsty, and I will not give them smoking here.

- That's right, and I can’t see them anymore, drunk to see, they don’t dry out for the second day.

The door opened, and, emitting a sizzling, buzzing sound, apparently meaning the rumble of an airplane engine, a two-headed serpent Gorynych flew out of it, flew into the kitchen, and with a cry went to the landing - collapsed on the substituted chairs.

I poured, drank for the meeting.

The guys almost could not speak, but they ate a bite of salads, which Nastya took out of the refrigerator, and asked to constantly add.

After forty minutes the bottle was empty, and the guys were asked to smoke.

- Well, let's go. - I said.

Acne fell asleep, not even dokuriv.

Roma said:

- Something sucks to feel, and I can not move anymore, although I am almost sober.

- I believe, man! I am eight hours in the car, can I drive you in the shower?

- No problem, shower gel on the shelf ...

- I have everything with me. - I reached into a travel bag in the corner, took out a towel, a toilet set, and went to wash.

And of course, out of habit, he simply opened the door to the bathroom and ... naturally got into a very unknowing situation. In the bathroom, Nastya stood under the water jets and massaged her breast with her left hand and rubbed herself with a washcloth with her right hand, going down from the flat tummy to the crotch. She stood with her eyes closed to me.

I just hung up for a moment and came out of a stupor a second before she opened her eyes.

“Sorry,” I grunted, and jumped out the door.

- Sta-a-a-as !!! - From the door came a cry.

“I didn't see anything, sorry.” - I replied.

- Yeah, but I'll kill you anyway !!!

I went to the hall, took the second bottle of brandy, returned to the kitchen. He sat at the table, dripped, himself another 70 grams in a glass. I took a sip.

The bathroom door flew open, Nastya came out, her head was wrapped in a towel, already in a blue T-shirt, but also several sizes larger, but the shorts remained the same.

I showed her a chair and pushed a glass of cola and brandy.

She sat down, took a sip from her glass, abruptly reached out to me and slapped a loud slap in the face. I ran my hand over my left cheek, and Nastenka jumped up from her seat, sat on my lap and gently smacked her lips.

I embraced her and responded with the same tender short kiss.

- Forgive me. - I whispered in her ear.

- It's me, fool, she did not close herself - she poked her nose into my ear.

- And I did not knock, and did not see that the light is on. Nastya, I still would like to go to the shower.

- OK Go. But not to long. - She got up, moved to a nearby chair.

“I instantly,” and smacked her cheek.

He also did not close. He turned on the hot water, the jets hit me in the chest, ducked under their heads, turned around, putting my back under the water. He washed his head with shampoo, washed his face and neck. Dropped the shower gel on a sponge, rubbed armpits, chest, back for a long time. Again, he got under the water, elastic hot jets drummed on the skin. He washed the scrotum, removed the shower watering can, threw out the head, washed it with running water.

He returned the shower to its place, switched it to the cold one, and again dived under the jet with its head, almost died out silently (I don’t like to do that, but once a week I still force myself). He jumped onto the mat, closed the water, and began to rub down quickly with a towel. Wore clean underpants and a T-shirt, jumped into jeans. The shirt was crumpled and thrown into the bag, other dirty things lay on top.

Anastasia was sitting in my place, and then looked at the almost empty glass, which was twisted by the fingers with her fingers, then at the bathroom door from which I came out at that moment.

She pushed a glass of brandy over the table to me. I picked it up with my palm, holding the leg between the middle and ring fingers ...

... That is how it is done correctly, they drink brandy heated to a temperature of 34–38 degrees. Then its taste is fully revealed, the alcohol evaporates to the palate, and only substances with a bouquet of aromas are hidden in the tongue ...

... The edges of the glasses touched, making a melodious ring. I drained the glass to the bottom in one gulp. He came up to Nastya and kissed her on the lips, she answered.

She rose, wrapped her arms around my neck, and kicked me by the waist.

- I'm so drunk, take me to the room.

I opened the door to her room and gasped. The twilight of the room shuddered in the flame of candles. Straightened bed in bright red colors. The subtle notes of rose oil in the air just overwhelmed the atmosphere with romance.

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