Summer, July.

Hot days changed each other without a hint of any precipitation, which is not quite characteristic of our severe Siberian belts. The scorching sun burned the crops, burned woods everywhere, smelled the fumes in the air, and my wife and I, instead of going on vacation somewhere close to the sea, mostly spent in the holiday village, where they completed their own private house .

The main construction was completed last year, there remained the cosmetics, with which I gradually managed without the help of paid hired power, possibly involving any of my free friends to work.

Here and on the next weekend again we stopped at the object. On Saturday I worked with wood, prepared a timber from which on Sunday, together with a friend, Sergey, plans were to knock down a simple frame for the future veranda.

Sunday morning was no surprise. The Sun was scorching through the windows and it was clear that this day in terms of weather would not stand out against the background of the past two or three weeks.

Waking up first, shook his wife. Dasha stirred in disgust and turned to the other side, closer to the wall, showing a desire to stay in bed a little longer.

“Get up,” made another attempt, “Seryoga is about to arrive, and you will roll?”

- Leave me alone, - the wife answered, - You may think, I can help you with something

“Okay,” I decided, “All the same, in a moment, it will jump under the crash of the instrument.”

He got up, looked around ascetic atmosphere: double bed, dresser, wardrobe, coat rack, simple carpet. There is a lot of work to do, but so far finishing is not a priority.

Outside it was doused with pleasant morning freshness, two or three hours and it will start to burn, the thermometer will jump to 30 and higher. "Well, where's Serega?" In anticipation of an assistant, he sat down on a wooden bench near the house - a panorama of the site in full view: a couple of greenhouses, trees with fruit, a medium-sized bath, and a toilet. In general, the minimum cottage set, tried hard not to clutter the site with plantings, as the spouse is not a fan of spending much time in the garden.

"Aha, here he is," - in the distance you can see the outline of the car in blue. Ten minutes later, Forester's friend was already standing near the garage and we were discussing the plan of upcoming work with might and main.

- Nothing to strain? - I ask a friend more for decency.

- Everything is in order, I sent my people to rest in Tai, so free time is abundant now.

- Wow, - prank a friend, - There are free morals, don't you worry about your wife?

- Come on, - supports the joke, - Alenka is not alone, with children, it’s better to worry for me, after all, the second week without female attention.

I’m familiar with Sergei for work for three years, not my best friends, but you can call good friends: we often spent time together in a bar, going to the gym. The same age, a little over 30, tall, about 185 tall, blond hair, dense build, but without a “beer” belly - generally for his age, a man in good shape.

Morning, in the midst of work, flew by unnoticed, they didn’t manage to do everything, but when on 35+ street I want to decide somewhere in the shade. So they did, the afternoon mostly spent in the house, destroying the dinner cooked by the wife. Dasha was actively communicating with Sergey, after all, a new face (before that, he saw him only once at the New Year corporate party inviting wives), while I was busy working, I was reading a book.

Closer to 19–00, work was resumed, but it was impossible to carry out our plans again. In the region of 21–00, they were going to the city, in the morning I needed to go to the construction market, and to Serge - to work. His wife stayed overnight at home, vacation is a vacation and she did not want to dangle back and forth without much need.

Originally planned to leave at the same time, but Serega, fascinated by the construction site, said that he would move no earlier than in half an hour.This circumstance didn’t bother me at all, they traveled by different cars, there was no point in waiting for a friend and, having received instructions from my wife about tomorrow’s purchases, I moved in the direction of the city.

About 10 minutes later, suspicious noises began to come from the engine compartment, the car began to move raggedly and I had to hurry to park at the curb. Being a complete zero in auto mechanics, I opened the hood for decency, but I could not fix the situation. Moreover, with a new attempt cars in principle, refused to start.

“... For what?” - the situation is not pleasant. A mobile phone in this area is useless, it does not catch, and as luck would have it, there was almost no traffic on the road - a couple of cars rushing to the passing side and in the direction of the holiday village did not even think about stopping. Seryoga did not count on help, since he lived outside the city in a private house (cottage) and had to leave home on a completely different route.

“Well, at least it's warm outside, I'm not freezing,” with this optimistic thought, I decided to return to the dacha. By estimation of the house, he managed to drive off for 6-8 km. If no one throws up, I will return in an hour and a half, well, and the car will have to be picked up tomorrow, at such a later time it is unlikely you can agree with one of the neighbors.

And so it happened, the return journey took a little over an hour - at a slight distance the lights of the dacha village were already clearly visible.

At the approach to the house slowed down. There was a light in the windows, and Seregin still had a car in front of the garage extension. “Until now, I have not left”, - inside, everything somehow squeezed sharply from bad thoughts. The time on the clock is closer to twelve. Coming closer, on the background of the windows he distinguished both silhouettes, judging by the gestures, the spouse was discussing something with Sergey.

- Serezh, it is already quite late, sure that you will get there without any problems? - Dashin voice.

- Probably, - the answer with a pause, - Almost two hundred kilometers to the house, I will be packed in an hour and a half.

- Sdurel? - again, a spouse - Half the way is a gravel road, not a meter of asphalted, no lighting, going in the darkness under the 150 to drive? Stay, spend the night with us, and tomorrow morning, home, because nobody is waiting for you at home now?

- Yes, mine abroad, but ..., - by intonation it was clear that Sergey's Dashino was somewhat embarrassed by the proposal, - It is inconvenient somehow ...

- Come on, you helped us, not your fault that you had to mess around with this veranda for so long, in general, stay - with these words Dasha, having considered the dialogue finished, turned around and ran into the house with springy steps on the porch, - I will prepare something for late dinner.

Sergey, having stood a little on the street, apparently accepted the proposal and followed my wife.

All my thoughts at that moment were occupied by the current ambiguous situation. It seems to be all about the case, Seregi has a good reason to stay, but, on the other hand, the realization that the spouse will spend this night with a stranger’s man was very worried.

"Well, everything is fine," he reassured himself. "No vulgar hints, a normal conversation." In general, at that moment I could just “get out of the shadows” and tell about the car breakdown, I would spend the night in three, but curiosity got the upper hand, I wanted to watch the developments for a while. The weather was favorable, it was a warm July night, with due care I was difficult enough to notice, and I could, in fact, open up at any time - no one knew how far the car got up and how far I had to go to the suburban area.

The main action, meanwhile, was in the kitchen. The spouse fussily set the table, at which Sergey was already sitting. From the clothes on Dasha, short shorts with a view of the lower part of the ass and a light gray sweatshirt with a hood.

Seryoga sat in working clothes: a sports leotard and a T-shirt. Started eating. He noted that his wife had not forgotten to get a recently opened bottle of red wine from the fridge: the contents were just enough for two glasses, they clinked glasses. About something lively talk, the wife often laughs.

Feeling like a character in computer games "stealth" - the genre crept closer ...