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Open, mistress, to the former soldier.
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Toch flies up the stairs to the third floor with a huge trunk at the ready - the elevator did not work, and the FIG something. Yurok puffed out from behind with two sports bags. Toch was in a great mood - probably for the first time in the last month, since Olya, his dear, tender Olenka, left ... Actually, it was for her that he chose to conquer Nerezinovaya. He was interrupted by occasional hack-work and rented an apartment for four people with devil on his horns with the same hard-working adventurers. A few months later he got a job at a window installation firm. It became easier, and the time came when he was able to rent a separate house, and call Olya to him. The first month they were absolutely happy. We walked, holding hands, in the city, and Toch with a businesslike view showed her the capital. The nights were bright and stormy. Never before has Olenka surrendered so sweetly, so gratefully, so frankly. Toch finally felt like a king and master of the situation. He dreamed of locking Olenka in four walls and, coming from work, to fuck and fuck, long and tenderly, so that she moaned and shuddered, and was obedient to tears. To take a walk in the evening on the street, like an exotic little dog. Prudently stroking the hair in front of people and at any time to have the opportunity to imperiously kiss the lips in the middle of the crowd.

However, Tokhin's earnings were sorely lacking in all-about everything, and after a month Olenka had to go to work. At first, she was spinning in a smelly bar as a presenter, and they began to see less and less, more in the evenings. But, Olenka began to dress better and quickly acquired new necessary acquaintances. With its bright appearance and cheerful character it was not difficult. They began to drift away, and Tochha painfully understood that he was losing it. Increasingly, some male voices rang, and Olenka locked herself with the telephone in the bathroom. Suddenly, at some point, it turned out that she was working as a manager in a car dealership: “They helped me get a job.” Become more groomed, colder and more independent. Quickly adopted some kind of careless Moscow style and became a stranger, quite a stranger ... But he didn’t need anyone except her, he was jealous, became gloomy and angry, and one day, when she first returned in the morning, he arranged an ugly scene with flying apartment things. In the evening, after returning from work, he found empty closets, traces of hurried charges and a note: "do not look for me." The phone was unavailable, he was afraid to call home, they would say: you delivered, you and look ...

He almost didn’t forget about it and could hardly stand at work. At that moment, Yurik, a small, skinny boy, came to rest - his new partner, at least somehow brightening his loneliness.

... Kaleria Borisovna, smiling, opened the door:

- Come in, young people! - turned and zatsokala in a trouser suit with chiseled heels on a flawless laminate. Steep thighs gently swinging when walking to the beat of a gait, the back is straight, like a string - a multi-year choreographic training. In her right hand with a light manicure, “Captain Black” smokes pleasantly on departure, and a shaggy lap-dog mince from behind, looking around angrily and poyavkivaya. Toch and Yurok carried her thoughtful looks and flooded the luggage in his room.

“A normal room,” said Yurok, “spacious, bright, all furniture, two beds, and the price is amazing. We did not lose with you, Toch! And the mistress ... so ...

They are really lucky. When Olga left, Toch fell into depression. In addition, seasonal problems with orders began at work, the money began to be sorely lacking, and at first they cooperated on housing with Yurk, who did not live at home. But Yurok appeared sporadically and added insignificantly. Yes, and Toha began to wall, in which they were so short were happy with Olya.

On that day, they worked for Kaleria, somehow easily and slowly worked. Everything here was nice - high stucco ceilings, thoughtful interior, exciting fragrance of hostess cigarettes, its fascinating become a well-groomed, self-aware woman. The atmosphere of intelligent sophistication and Moscow careless confidence in the future. The hostess in an elegant robe in the floor, beautiful home shoes, laid and tinted, from time to time entertained them with easy conversation. Word by word, it turned out that she lives alone, widowed ten years ago, working as an insurance agent and renting a spare room. Here, now, just in search of the next tenants. Toch already choked - it was a dream, not a room. And he immediately admitted that he was looking for housing. Kaleria gave him a thoughtful look and replied, slowly dragging out: “Perhaps you will suit me, Anton! I always rented a room only to young people. It is easier to deal with men, and young people are also funnier. I take it cheaply, but I occasionally need a little help with the housework, and sometimes take a walk from Richie. ”

The price is really funny - the area of ​​Sparrow Hills, an old university house ...

“Only I am not alone, Yurok will spend the night sometimes,” he said, still not believing in a miracle. - “Yes, for God's sake, Anton! - Kaleria Borisovna responded with a moon echo. - It's not a problem. Let him live. There are two beds. ” “By the way,” she added, “on the issue of ladies visits, I am not a hypocrite, and for the sake of God, but it is advisable to warn me in advance in order to avoid awkward situations. By the way, I also have guests. ”

And now, now they and Yurk are full owners of a cozy room in a “professorial” house in a prestigious district for ridiculous money. Urraaa !!!

“I will go, Toch,” said Yurok, hesitating a little. - Today, Lenka is spending the night, she has her mother at the dacha all weekend.

- Yeah, come on! - Toha slightly darkened, shaking out his bed from the trunk and pulling the pillowcase over the master's pillow. The bed was gray in color, month unwashed. But it all seemed to him that the pillowcase still kept the smell of Olin hair. When the door slammed behind Yurik, he dropped his face into the pillow, trying to catch the gleam of her perfume’s fragrance, restore her face to her inner sight - a cloud of brown hair, bright brown eyes, laughing dimples on her cheeks, tender waist, wet thighs .. He grabbed a blanket and pressed himself into it with his whole body, as if it was Olya, suddenly feeling a wild, hopeless erection, made several sharp, confused movements and ... burst into tears like a kid, sobbing into a worn pillow case ... Everything swam before my eyes, and suddenly for the first time in a lot days began to let go, dizzy slightly, strange visions enveloped him, pulled alternating images into the vortex, breathed a little leveled, muscles relaxed, he quietly fell into a sensitive, nervous sleep, only somewhere on the periphery of consciousness pulsed: “Olya, Olya, Olya ... "

In the following weeks he felt like a real Muscovite - a resident of the center. Forgotten the emptiness and humiliation of meaningless existence. A glimpse appeared in life again. Orders were sharply flooded, and he and Yurik did not unbend. Plus, the mistress was really not a boring woman. Toch, with respectful surprise, compared her with his mother — a bony, blurred aunt, always hung with bags from the supermarket. Kaleria Borisovna was seven years older than her mother, but she always looked perfect. Slim legs contrasted with lush hips, and slender posture - with heavy breasts. All this with short stature and small facial features. Densely rounded little eyes of golden-honey color looked smart and attentive, reddish hair was always laid in a casual, intricate hairstyle, and in a manicured handle chocolate Captain Black was usually smoked. For all the time, Toha has never met her in the corridor or in the kitchen with no make-up, uncombed or shabby clothes.A beautiful long bathrobe, home shoes with a fringe on a small platform, a delicate smell of spicy perfume and an absolutely clear look at any time of day. She got the apartment from her late husband - in her entertainingly furnished room hung his portrait - a thin face with a beard and kind, sad eyes.

- Senechka before ...