And so, the exam day came. During this session, I was not worried. The history exam was the last one, for the same mathematics I was afraid of, like Europe of the Normans, there was already a solid troika in the register, and the winter holidays, the New Year, and with it the distant booze with friends already loomed before my imagination.

As expected, I left the audience, having passed the ticket with the written answers one of the first in the group. Having exhaled happily, I began to go down to the first floor, to drink some coffee in the buffet. The barista was not found at every corner then, so the instant drink went off with a bang.

Taking a soaring cup in my hands, and leaving the buffet, I almost choked on sipped coffee when my eyes fell on Nasty's tear-stained face, lost to the exit of the case.

- Small, what happened? - I quickly caught up with my girlfriend and now walked alongside.

“I wrote almost nothing, Cyrus.” This is a complete ass! - Nastia prodded her nose.

- How not to write? We taught so much! - I stopped in bewilderment, dumbfounded looking at her friend.

- How much did we learn ?! - Suddenly, she angrily threw, - two days? And even if I didn’t remind you! ..

Well, now I'm still to blame! Well, yes, I didn’t have much time, but in my opinion blaming everything is overkill.

- And now I have to learn all the holidays to retake, and even fly with a scholarship! - huge eyes were looking at me as the enemy of the people.

Well, of course, in such a state, any representative of the weaker sex forgets about her intellect, about analytics, about logic and becomes a sort of random number generator, or rather, decisions. Why? Found guilty, he will not dare to defend himself - so bend him now as you like.

I suppressed my indignation and kept the unprintable response, which immediately appeared in the language. Who would be better from him? Only deafly asked:

- Where are you now?

“Not your sorrow,” they rudely replied to me, “I don’t want to see you before retake.”

That's not so bad for yourself! And Nastya is sure that after the retake I want to see her? So, on the emotions to kill our friendship? Charming!

“As you know,” I shrugged my shoulders, turned and walked deeper into the hull. My soul was disgusting. Of course, I understood that everything would come to its senses, that, having cried as much as it should be, Nastya would come to reconcile. But you can't explain it to your heart ...

Exam time has come to an end. The last students left the classroom, and the teachers, collecting tickets with answers to the edge of the teacher’s desk, rushed for a smoke break down. We had a strict order on smoking in the university premises, and everyone could be stingy for non-compliance.

I do not know what pulled me to this second floor, ask me who - shrug. I have already mentioned her majesty the fate more than once, I will mention it again, it is not difficult for me.

Looking, as she was talking on some very funny topic, Irina Stanislavovna, going out of the audience of the latter, mechanically simply slammed the door, a chill ran down her back. Is this a chance, thrown by the notorious fate of the master's shoulder? The junior teacher did not bother to close the door with a key, and her senior colleagues did not notice anything. The probability of the origin of such an event is comparable to the highest jackpot!

After making sure that only the intruder was left in the corridor, I slipped into the office with the mouse. Tickets lay in place. So, I have three or four minutes, if you're lucky and the ladies want to smoke one more time ... No, you can't count on it. Run-run! ..

Quickly finding a ticket for Nastya, I started writing answers to exam questions. Our handwritings were not very strong, but similar, so I didn’t try too hard to fake my own.

Rather, rather! At least for C grade!

The sharp creak of the opening door slashed through the heart with a blunt knife. I never thought that I had such a reaction. At the level of premonition, I managed to stick a ticket into a common pile.

- Ira, how could you not close the door? Oh! - three pairs of bewildered eyes stared at me, - Repin's painting “Not Waiting”! Saltykov! Cyril, what are you doing here? Someone who ...

“I ... This ...,” I murmured, “I remembered something unwritten on the ticket, and without this, the five will not be ... I ...”

- Are you drunk ?! - Svetlana Sergeevna yelled at me, - have you gone crazy at all ?! This is an exception from the university!

- Excuse me ... I no longer b ...

- Sorry?! First of all! After the exam, I crept in like a thief! Go away! Today I will report to the dean.

Scribe, come.

Announcement of results was appointed the next day. Honestly, I didn’t even want to go, but changed my mind. Suddenly cost.

Not done.

When the ratings were announced, Nastya’s eyes, which were sitting in the next row, looked like anime. Still, four points! No one, of course, thought of it, and could not have thought of it. But when I was forced to stand up and explained, for which Kirill Saltykov was excluded from the university, Malaya's jaw, loudly clapping, lay down on her chest. Oh, it was not so difficult for her to stretch the logical chain between my deduction and my quartet. Well, well, at least for good reason. To see the “chief analyst of the center,” as Nastya, a mathematics teacher, with such a facial expression called, is worth a lot.

Trying not to look at anyone, I quickly left the audience. Then he went on the run and, having jumped into the minibus, went home. It all went to hell. I will plow the new year - I will think there how to live.

Having seized a couple of liters of beer and a pack of Winston in a stall near the house - a sure sign of mental irritation, I went into a rented apartment. I had enough extra jobs to “eat”, and my parents helped with the apartment. True, they agreed to help while I was studying. So soon have to move out. And how can parents tell about the reason? The father is likely to understand. And not just understand, and maybe approve. I have the right one. And mom ... Mom is also correct and kind. They will all understand both. Yes, but still grieve strongly. It is necessary, he slept on the very exam, about which it was not accepted to worry. All the pitfalls passed, and flew to the history! ..

The doorbell cut off the thought. I shook my head, fending off the sadness, however, without much success, and I started to open it.

The first thing I saw was the enraged face of Malaya, crossing the threshold of my house. The second is bright unfamiliar constellations, after a weighty slap in the face with fragile Nastya palms.

- Moron! Moron! Damn fucking! What are you doing?! - screaming my girlfriend could not, as I understand it, from an excess of feelings. These words she either wheezed or hissed, I did not penetrate, admiring all the new and new celestial bodies that had cut in the eyes wide circles. So we stood opposite each other. What was I to answer her? All that I could say, Nastya knew about everything that was spinning in my thoughts - she guessed. About everything...

Unexpectedly, Malaya growled fiercely, then sobbed and, standing on tiptoes, pulled my head toward her with both hands, eagerly digging at me with hot lips with the taste of happy and bitter tears. At first I was stunned. My eyes darkened, but now not from a blow, but from ... Even during my most wild meetings with Vera and not only with her, I never lost my feelings. The roof was demolished, it was more than once, but like this, when you find yourself in complete darkness, nowhere, where there is neither time nor space. There is only you and ... and she.

“Damn jerk,” Nastya echoed through tears, pulling off my outer clothing and pinning me to the wall at the end of the stupid, “why are you, huh ?!

Kiss again. What happened with me? Nineteen years is not the age to talk about a wealth of experience, but, stick-trees !! This strange, sometimes completely unbearable, red-headed dew gave me no chance to stop and think things over. It was a hurricane, an earthquake and a forest fire in one small person.

From a strong push in my chest, I plopped down to my favorite sofa with the fifth point and did not even have time to croak at something like a protesting panther jumping on top of it.

I gave up, although, looking the truth, I did not want to fight.Nastya stood up with me for a while and, cursing the winter and the need to wear warm clothes, began hastily to undress. By her efforts, I was already dressed in standard homewear: underpants and a T-shirt. Remained in some socks, Nastena climbed back on me and stretched out her hand, pulled out my device from my underwear and sent it to myself.

The member penetrated it with difficulty, while from the breast of Nastya from time to time a moan of pain escaped. I was surprised to realize that she was still a virgin. Malaya, sitting on top, pressed herself to me with her whole body and trembled when he entered her tight, still dry hole completely.

“Honey,” I didn’t go to any of my friends like that. Her hands wrapped around Nastya's hips and slightly raised her body higher, and her lips themselves found her small neat chest, from which Malaya's palm pressed my head tightly, and the girl herself began again to sit down on me.

“My favorite jerk,” Nastya whispered as in a delirium, “my, my ...”

My head was spinning again. It’s like a fairy tale when two people assigned to each other realize this purpose and accept it.

Nastya, no longer holding herself, galloped at me, screaming in pain and happiness. I felt that I could not hold back any longer and tried to take it off myself, but the girl stubbornly pressed her body down, not letting my cock out of me and absorbing the sperm to the last drop.

- You are mine, understand? - She whispered right in my ear, - let all the Faiths and the rest of the slut go to dick, and if they do not agree, I will help!

I knew that I would not get anywhere from Nastya, as she did from me. This impulse of hers was not momentary weakness. On the contrary, she hid him from everyone and, above all, from herself.

And I ... Damn me if I ever consciously insult my Little One. I made that oath then. This extraordinary being claimed rights to me, and I do not envy the one who dares to challenge them.

So it all started. I entered another university in the history department. Fate proved again that she simply doesn’t do anything and I needed the bookkeeping only for one single meeting. One of the teachers of my new university turned out to be a friend of Nastya’s parents, who did not miss the opportunity to show off their daughter to the bridegroom. Igor Dmitrievich seriously engaged in my studies, without concessions, he strictly led me to the very release, and then with recommendations he sent me to practice abroad.

Nastya went with me as a wife and red, all in Nikita’s mother.