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- Aah ... and? What?

Varya stared into the darkness, trying to figure out where she was.

Then, remembering, she reached for her beloved. But his hands found only a blanket, still warm.

Again.

- Mas? - quietly called Varya, knowing that he is not at home.

I lay down with open eyes. Then she stretched sweetly and closed them, although she did not want to sleep. Totally.

- What time is it? - asked Varya (for some reason, out loud).

To understand this, it was necessary to turn on the light.

"Half past four. It's morning already..."

Turning on the light meant the end of sleep. He was something like a seal on the order: "you will not fall asleep." Varya got close and sat on the bed, listening to herself.

By all the rules she had to be jealous, not to find a place for herself, to walk from corner to corner, etc. Especially since she knew almost nothing about her husband.

I immediately remembered the forbidden box on the lock ...

But the rules for some reason did not act. Vare was not anxious, but recklessly and terribly, and the horror was not dreary, but childish, night, when waiting for Babai from the darkness, although you know that Babayev does not happen.

Varya even knew why: the body was so good after yesterday that the brain simply could not bring itself to worry and suspect. Masya did this to her in this way, that Varino's body, and with it the soul, bloomed in eternal paradise. Her entire marriage was a series of sexual upheavals, one more dazzling than the other, and the intervals were divided into long, painfully sweet and shameful foreplay. The world seemed to her washed and colored, as in Miyazaki cartoons.

It was so surprising that Varya still did not have time to sort it all out. For three months now she has been married - in the present, in actual marriage, with a dress, rings and a registry office. Some six months ago, Varya could not conceive of such things, and she would be terribly surprised to learn that at eighteen she would marry a forty-year-old Caucasian.

Everything happened quickly and swiftly. Enrolling in the capital's university, she, a shy pupil with a scythe, began to look for work, like all the provincials. She was accepted into one of the Moscow offices, where Varya sat at her computer for three days a week.

She got acquainted with the bureaucrat Maksud Asafovichem, the director of the company, on the very first day.

- Ay, what a scythe, what a scythe ... And where are the lants?

He seemed charming and beautiful like a demon. Varya never met the living Caucasians, but she heard everything about them. The chief instilled in her a sacred horror, and Varya thought about him day and night long without uttering how it could be called. (Especially since she "fell in love" looked quite different in her view.) She tried to throw the blues-clan demon out of her head, but it turned out to be even more difficult than "not to think about a green cow." Every day, Varya got tangled more and more.

The demon, of course, did not deny himself the pleasure of embarrassing her to hiccups. Passing by, he stopped to touch her shoulder or hand as his property. From such touches, a tremor ran through Vare, as if her heels were tickling her. Maksud Asafovic joked at her, and Varya giggled like an idiot and hated herself for it.

She was already seriously going to quit, when suddenly the matter took a completely unexpected turn.

Once he called her to him. A chill that itched in the Varynnye Livers spread through her body with tremendous speed, and she entered the office on stiff legs.

- Sad, Varya.

As usual, he smiled. Ware has become even worse.

- I’m not going to torture you, right off to a dela. I have an unexpected predlozhenie. I want ... uh ... in general, wihad, Varya, to marry me.

Nerves were on the edge, and Varya could not stand it.

- Chego you smeeshsya? I'm not joking ...

Suddenly it was thought that she could offend him. Varya the castle, as if choking.

“I’m perfectly serious.” Rashil ne wag, and be frank with you. I do not drink, do not take drugs. Vrednye habits net, except kureniya. Bolshoy Caucasian samy also nat - neither mom nor dad nor kin. Odyn on good sweetness, goremychnaya raw. In khudzhab tebya kutat ne I will. Danghi is ... What do you say, Varya?

- Aah ... uh ...

It was so impossible that Varya had no idea what to say to her.

- I’m going to sleep, I’ll keep track of everything ... Think about it. Just serious, okay?

- I ... consult ... with my mother ... - Varya finally babbled.

- Better bez mothers, okay? Let it be your decision. What mom would say is understandable. Mi with you and so this znaem.

Varya looked up. The bluff demon looked at her seriously, not smiling. Only his black eyes were oiled, like all Eastern people, and it was not clear whether they were laughing or not.

- What for? Why?

Varya wanted to ask longer, but the other words were swallowed.

Maksud Asafovic sighed.

- Well Kharasho. I will be with you savsem frank. Maine never had Sami, detei. I am a young mala chelovek ten youth, Varya. Soon it will be necessary to think about the pack. Do not think that I just want a little girl. Znaesh, how many men had such a devocache? One delovochky, and the other - Samya. You are painting, Varya, and I see that I am not a savsem prateven tebe. I will not limit anything to you. Mne only needs you to be with me and give birth to a child. And then - learn where you want, work where you want. Though in space Latay. You're young, nothing from tebya ne will go. I will love tebya and zakhodyttsa, as a native daughter. Long wanted such a daughter like you ...

After this conversation, Varia spent the most terrible night of her life. She bellowed half of her, imagining how her mother curses her, half lay, looking into the darkness.

There were no mother's curses. After a week of persuasion and tears, the mother smiled politely at her newly-born son-in-law, although she sighed, it was worth turning away. Stunned Varya did not understand how to behave in this dream in reality. She looked at the beautiful black-eyed uncle, who was called her fiancé, and thought that she was bewitched, and she had to cast a spell so that everything would end. But Varya did not want it to end.

When she first kissed him (it was at the registry office, at the command of a curled aunt with a brooch) - the taste of his lips, sweetish, with some shameful sourness, from which her chest was chilling, made Varya blush to the roots of her hair. She suddenly understood that what she had been fearing and waiting for all this time would be with her today.

By nightfall, they were alone - Varya, and a completely unfamiliar person to whom she now belonged. Varya felt this way: she voluntarily sold herself into slavery. It was so impossible that she simply did not have enough nerves to fear.

Maksud Asafovic asked her if she had sex before, and then said:

- You will be very embarrassed, Varya. I think so. Come on, so that tebe beats lung, we zayazem tebe eyes.

She did not have time to understand whether she agrees or not, as her face wrapped around a black bandage. It seemed to Vare that at that moment her usual reality had ended and some new, impossible one had begun, as if she had entered the realm of dreams.

It was like a dream - enveloping, enveloping dope of touch and caress. Demanding hands took off her dress, then a bra, panties ... "Naked" - thought Varya. Under the black velvet dressing it seemed that it was not real, and therefore not ashamed and not scary. Hands felt her from top to bottom, and it seemed to Vare that they were saying something to her without words, and she was about to understand them. Little by little, gradually they poured into her body a sour acidity, the same as was in the lips of Maksud Asafovich. Varya felt her nakedness sharper — a strange, screaming scream of a body open to all winds. Hands crushed her breasts, thighs, and all of her like wax; Varya relaxed and surrendered to them, floating away in sparkling darkness. She was indescribably pleased, even though it had nothing to do with love, as she imagined. It was like a sudden release from something that crushed and shackled, and now it suddenly disappeared, releasing Varya at will.

She did not notice when demanding hands penetrated between her legs. She wanted to curl like a loach ...