turned out to be only two-liter - a wonderful form was explained by some exotic origin. I can't even say now what was written there.

Open cognac decided not to ignore. Poured a small bottle into cups and put it on the table in front of him. I tried to drink it twice, but somehow I couldn’t manage to translate the conversation into the mainstream in order to say an unforgettable toast “For successful work!”.

In the end, I said it, we drank brandy. And almost immediately drank it with wine. Probably at this very moment I first thought that no one really tried the cake. It seems that I finally met people who are indifferent to them, like me. However, the almost untouched cake meant that everything under two liters of wine and a bottle of brandy poured into us completely without a snack.

We really became a bit more relaxed - Natasha and Maria joked. I was already corrected twice when I tried to call the chief accountant by name and patronymic, and I was glad that everything was going so well.

At some point, I mentioned champagne in a rather witty joke. We remembered about champagne - the bottle was cut quickly. It turned out that ladies are not against champagne at all. We all did not drink, but we poured ourselves into a good glass. The exhausted remains were set aside on the next table, where the cake was already grieving in solitude.

Once again spilling wine, I suddenly proclaimed a toast, "For you girls!". It was an extremely enthusiastic toast - I just did not jump on the table, showing with all my appearance that I was happy to sit here with them. The ladies laughed and drank. I happily knocked my cup in my mouth.

In some girls again jumped on the discussion of some only understandable topics, and I silently looked around. I thought that tomorrow I would have to put a cake somewhere, which was absolutely nowhere to store, and remove the bottles. I even thoughtfully took a bottle from under brandy and thoughtfully twisted it in my hands. Then he put it on the table and spun.

And then he realized what it is now like. I have never played a bottle or similar games, but I had no doubt that my actions looked exactly like a deliberate launch of bottle rotation.

Embarrassedly, I pulled my hand to stop the bottle and pressed it to the table with my neck on Maria.

Natalya and Maria looked at each other and began to neigh:

- Wow. We are not so drunk yet. - this is Natalia.

- So much so. - Maria.

I began to mumble embarrassedly, something like "well, you, I ..." and, in fact, "that I" I did not invent. I just tried to remove the bottle, but at that moment Maria said clearly and loudly:

- And what now - am I fulfilling someone’s desire now, or should I tell mine?

- Oh, Masha - everything you need to learn. - Natasha enjoyed the moment. - Kiss. You twisted, and the bottle pointed at you.

I began to refuse, and Maria confusedly said that “kiss” it, they say, some strange rules. Usually, the desire to play.

- Or undressing. - with a laugh picked up Natalia. - Oh, it would be better to be silent, but now Sasha will guess ... Oh, he will guess.

- Well, you do not need anything ... Well, that is ... - this is what I am trying to reconcile, and my temples start knocking instantly.

Perfectly finished the evening, idiot.

- So let us agree on some rules. - Maria Mihajlovna takes a commanding tone for a second. - And spin again.

She leans over the bottle, examines it and says:

- The first round to some nonsense, and then how it goes. Yes?

I try to keep silent as long as possible in order not to make a decision. Natalia takes him for me:

- Come on.

I moan and stretch.

- Well, no - now I am. - Natasha turns and the bottle stops on her.

Twists again and the throat points exactly in my direction. Eye - diamond, damn it.

At that moment I was expecting any nonsense, but I got the desire to just pour the ladies over a glass of wine and elegantly serve as an excellent waiter. I surpassed myself by depicting something that was not clear - this is how I imagined a trained waiter in a restaurant serving wine to real connoisseurs.

Then I spun the bottle myself - I asked Mary to tell us some childish rhyme. Such a question at that moment is very safe for me. She squeezed out of herself "in the forest was born a Christmas tree." We happily applauded and laughed.

After that we drank a few more sips of wine and Maria spun. The bottle made turns of ten gradually rolling off the table when Natalia slammed it - the neck looked somewhere off to the side between her and me, but she said confidently:

- To me.

- Dance girlfriend! - Maria excitedly threw up her head and lay back in her chair.

Natalya made a few strange pasts, twisted her pelvis several times and sat back in her chair. Her beautiful well-groomed face at that moment was red and extremely beautiful.

- Now you. - Natasha has already spun and now the neck was looking at me.

I did not even see how she twisted, and I already listened to the desire:

- You have already been a waiter. Now escort me like a doorman - I want to go to the toilet.

I helped the lady to get up, pushed back the chair, playfully handed non-existent clothes and opened the door said:

- Madam, it's cold outside.

- Mademoiselle, cudgel!

We screamed and I sat down. In the few minutes while Natalia was absent, I managed to pour out the wine, discuss my Swiss role with Maria and completely forget that I was fulfilling the desire.

Natalia came and said:

- I thought you were all kissing. - and spun the bottle again.

This time, Maryia fell, but the desire applied to both of us:

- Kiss.

We began to refuse. And even the argument that the circle has already passed, did not affect us. Then Natalia said:

- Do not want to kiss - do not. Then the one who falls out now will have to give me a foot massage. I am quite tired on these heels - now, right away, I almost crashed in the toilet.

We immediately rushed to her to find out if she was OK, but Natalya just turned the bottle and drank the wine that remained in her glass.

- Oh, Sasha, massage, please. - it was not even a desire, but such a quiet request.

I somehow could not even refuse. I sat down on the side, hoping that she would somehow turn around and take off her shoes, but she only rolled back so that I could slightly shift and sit between her and the table. I squatted down.

I stretched out my trembling hand and began to try to take Natalia's foot off her high-heel and very thin heel. At that moment I didn’t see her legs or hers. I inconveniently bent over from what I started to knock at my temples, clumsily began to pull the fastener. From the inclination, I swung and leaned on my knees and left hand - with this right I held on to the clasp and pulled it somewhere, where I thought it had to be undone.

Natalya helped me with her second foot, or rather the heel of the second shoe, literally taking off her shoe. She almost hit me with a hairpin in my hand, but said nothing. At that moment I was sitting and trying to understand how and what to do next.

Then I suddenly realized that it was not necessary to wait for the reminder, but sat on my ass with a tilt on one leg, took her footstep in my hands and began to massage. I timidly stretched her toes, barely touching the foot through dark tights.

Natalya unexpectedly leaned back in her chair, moved her toes, twisted her foot a little to the right and left, and said:

- What a thrill. A little more ... I feel better a little and I will win the second Masha massage.

There was a groan of relief in my head - this awkward situation will end now.

For joy, I began to do a much more active massage: I caressed my heel, massaged each finger, rubbed the lift.

- Oh thank you! - Natasha looked me straight in the eye. And rolled to the table so that I barely managed to retreat and jump to my feet. As soon as I could - we drank a lot.

I sat down, embarrassed, and to occupy myself, I drank a full glass of wine standing in my place. I feel better - for some reason I firmly believed that the second time such an uncomfortable situation ...

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