This evening in mid-October turned out to be extremely cold. The gusts of the wind piercing to the bone blasted a young man who was walking back from work. From time to time he wrapped his arms around himself - the wind easily penetrated under the cold windbreaker. The mood of the young man was lousy. The street seemed to him a hopeless tunnel of life - without perspective, without a real bright warm light, without money and hope ... Loneliness enveloped him - a deceptively cozy cocoon, which actually turned out to be a scorchingly cold one. Loneliness breathed the walls of houses, which did not light the evening lights for him, loneliness descended from the homeless autumn skies ...

- Vladi ?! Vlady! - he heard suddenly behind his back.

The voice was unfamiliar to him. All his girlfriends had shrillly-perky voices, and this voice had depth and softness, and a well-set timbre ... And nobody called him that for a thousand years already!

Vlad turned around and saw an unfamiliar, well-dressed girl in a light beret, who was coquettishly decorating her head with a bow. Blonde hair fell on a beige coat from under the beret. The girl seemed to be a bunch of whimsical white shade in the middle of a dark gray evening. But instead of the joyful surprise of a young man, anger suddenly came over.

However ... there was something familiar in her appearance ...

- Lily?

- Yes! - she smiled and hung on Vlad's neck.

He was a little taken aback in front of such agility of the former classmate Lily Vasnetsova. Yes, and did not recognize her immediately: a thin gray mouse with large blue eyes turned into a blonde swan princess. Dear clothes, a careless hairstyle, which was obviously worked on by a professional hand, a key ring with the logo of a very expensive car brand was in the hands ... enough even for public transport.

- Vlady! I am so glad to meet you ... - Lily began to twitter, ignoring his inhospitable expression.

“How would you get rid of her?” He thought. No, he, of course, was also pleased to meet. With Lilka, they sat at the same desk for five years - a nice nice girl, though not beautiful ... she was. And he, Vlad, the first guy in school, bright, charming, skillfully picking up the strings of the guitar, caused tenderness and love for all the girls - without exception. Only Lilya did not try to find an approach to him - she understood, probably, that the little gray mouse had no chance. And now ... who is he now? Unlucky rogue? And who is she now? ... Nooo, it’s impossible for Lily to see him like that.

“Lil, I'm glad too, but I'm in a hurry,” he said quickly.

“Let's sit in a cafe, let's talk,” Lily suggested.

"Well, yes ... cafes ... in their pockets - some figs ...".

“No, Lil, I don’t ... sorry, I’m late ... to the girl,” he lied.

“I, too, girls, damn ... even though they can wait all night long, they don’t have to rush to them. But she doesn't need to know that. ” He was terribly embarrassed in front of a classmate.

Lily blushed deeply and suggested:

- Let's take it though. You will freeze in your windbreaker.

“Damn, I noticed!” He naively thought that at dusk Lily would not pay attention to his clothes, which only fit for summer evening, but not for icy October. The money deposited on the down jacket, he even last weekend, lowered to the slot machines ...

- Yes, I am seasoned. Well, bye, Lil, - Vlad smiled through his power and, waving his hand, disappeared behind the nearest turn.

He got to his house, went up to the apartment, without taking off the shoes, walked into the room and as he was - in windbreakers and shoes - lay down on the bed. Jonah. Player. A lover of cheap whores and cheap port wine - that's who he is. But the teachers predicted him a great future. The future ... Vlad smiled wryly, got out of bed, went to the kitchenette and fumbled in a small refrigerator. Emptiness...Like the soul.

Meeting with Lily Vasnetsova knocked him out of a rut. He could not fall asleep for a long time, tossing and turning from side to side - either from a burning hunger, or from the effect produced by the girl. She was 28, he was 29 - he remembered this difference well and always teased her with “little one”. She really was short, skinny and so touchingly naive ... Vlad remembered how she had by chance found him once in the locker room for masturbation. Then, without batting an eye, he misled her that, if you didn’t get upset in time, impotence could develop and he could not have children. And she believed - stupid ... Vlad involuntarily smiled at his teenage memories.

Finally he was able to fall asleep. And he dreamed of himself — the talented guitarist of the well-known rock band Vlad German — and Lily Vasnetsova's enthusiastic blue eyes, who watched with adoration at how he played at a big concert.

In the morning Dasha came - the current girlfriend, due to some misunderstanding who now lived with him. Vlad, agitated by his meeting with Lilia, managed to forget about the fact that he had someone, and now with hostility watched the girl try to keep his feet. She failed, and she collapsed right on Vlad. The guy instinctively put his hands in front of him, and Dasha's chest lay right in his palm.

- Where were you? He asked, turning away in disgust and grimacing at the smell of fume.

- G-walked ... with girlfriends.

The guy shoved her so that the girl turned over onto her back, turned on the wall lamp, and Dasha immediately appeared before him in all its glory: a torn dress, a bruise on her cheek, shamelessly outstretched legs without panties and curly pubis, smeared with something white, suspiciously similar to sperm

“Get out,” Vlad said through his teeth.

“Well, Hera,” Dasha finished, and reached out to him, trying to kiss. The guy dodged. "Hera ..." That was his nickname. Everyone — his friends, acquaintances, and even girls like Dasha — called him that. Vlad is used to this nickname, as if to the second name. But now it seemed to be a slap.

Dasha felt his hand groin and squeezed a member through the panties. And then such anger rolled on him ...

The guy grabbed the girl by the arm and threw her from the sofa to the floor, hung with a kite above her and with heavy jerks turned the battered dress into several rags. Then he straightened up, lifted her hair and, putting it on her knees, slapped her face. Dasha screamed. Vlad lowered his underpants, freeing an excited member, pulled her hair and unceremoniously poked his face into the groin:

- Suck, whore.

The girl, slightly sober from such behavior is always gentle Hera, frightened lips around the head of the penis. She tried her best to appease her angry lover as quickly as possible so that she could quietly fall asleep. But Vlad did not let her help her hand, and Dasha only had to work with her mouth. It was difficult and unusual for her, and when she tried to escape, he hit her in the face again. "On you ... for my worthlessness ..." - the guy thought mentally and drove his dick all the way to Dasha's throat. She obediently looked at him with a look of a frightened chicken, was kneeling and, holding her hands behind her back, drew in an unusually firm and excited member of Hera. She was scared: for the first time her boyfriend raised his hand to her and roughly fucked her in the mouth.

A little later, Dasha coughed from the hot stream of sperm that poured into her, swallowed and, catching her breath, asked:

“And ... what was it, Hera?”

“Get out of here,” Vlad replied wearily. The anger that was raging in his chest receded, and he felt empty and overwhelmed. “Tomorrow I will start a new life!” - he swore to himself and even calmly helped Dasha collect her belongings.

But a new life began for him unfriendly. He quit his job, wandered around the city in search of a new one, knocking over shoes that were already breathing its last, but everywhere they said the same thing: “While there are no vacancies, we will call you as soon as they appear.” In order to earn a little, Vlad struggled to carry fruit boxes from an old Armenian. Clenching his teeth, he did what he could and thought: “It was not about this that I dreamed, oh, not about that ....