Her body is full of heat, a heavy braid of light blond hair, a voice trembling with desire, her flat tummy, a sharp bend of her hips, a chest swaying to the beat ... He recalled that night. Their last night.

When drunk with wine and desire, they tore off each other's clothes, her cornflower-blue eyes burned with passion. Having fallen on the bed, they pressed themselves so closely against each other with their naked bodies that they seemed to want to merge into a single whole. Every touch of his hands was given by the trembling of her heated body, she often breathed deeply, choking on feelings overwhelming her. They passionately enjoyed each other, as only young sex-craving bodies can do.

Stretching all over her body like a cat, she smiled and plunged his dick into her gentle mouth, but even at that moment she seemed the most innocent and purest creature on earth. Her tongue trembled on his trunk, caressing the bridle, hole, running from the base to the very tip. Her sky - blue eyes devotedly looked at him, from this look in his chest was born a languid feeling of some unreal happiness and joy. Wanting to share his feelings with his beloved, he removed her from his over-excited member, laid him on the bed and began to cover every inch of the body he so desired with kisses. He knew perfectly well what she loved and how, so very soon she moaned, begging him to enter her tender, expiring pussy. But the moment had not yet come, he sank down, between her gorgeous legs and softly, as if melting delicacy, licked her smoothly shaved pubis, the delicate petals, the swollen bud of the clitoris, she was tartly sweet to the taste. He gave vent to his passion, in full control of his tongue in her pussy, the sweet convulsion of an orgasm brought her hot flesh together when he bit her pea slightly.

Without allowing her to come to his senses, he resolutely but smoothly drove his phallus into her cave. Entering into it the entire length, so that the head of his mighty member rested in the uterus, stopped for a second, letting her enjoy the feeling of fullness inside, feel every vein of his tight trunk with the walls of the vagina, she loved that feeling very much and he knew it. They had nowhere to hurry, the frictions were slow and measured, both enjoyed every second of intercourse, stretching the moment of ultimate pleasure, drowning in each other's feelings. Orgasm is like a moment of soul unification, overtaking them at the same time, he forced her to wrap his partner in arms and legs, pressing his sweeping body to his strong torso, bite his shoulder so as not to tear the vocal chords when a powerful orgasm broke a deafening moan from her lips. It was as if an electric discharge passed through his body, which made every muscle tense, his head became light as a feather, his eyes darkened, the feeling of delight and pleasant, mild weakness swallowed him.

Perhaps it was madness, but watching her in those moments, after sex, he liked almost more than the sex itself. She was beautiful every second, like an angel, but at such moments when she was tired, sweaty, lying on her back, looking at the ceiling with her bottomless blue lakes, catching echoes of orgasm ... at such moments she is especially perfect, no fake words , feelings, rags. Only an open mind and ideal body, so dear and warm ...

“I love you, hare,” he said, nibbling on her ear.

- I love you too, dear.

And in the morning she left. He did not even immediately realize it. I waited. Called - the phone is unavailable. The girlfriends did not appear. Already in the evening, he decided to distract himself, went to the Internet. Lonely unread message on his mailbox. That's her. Posted at eleven in the morning.

"Vania. Forgive me. I am marrying another person. Alien. It's not about you.I'm just tired, tired of living on a dime, counting days before salary, seeing this shit on the streets, and all this without a hint of improvement. Do not look for me and do not call. Better just forget it. I am sorry again. Anya. "

He reread this message over and over again, but refused to understand its meaning. Is she not there? His Annie, his halves. The one that was supposed to be the mother of his children. The one for whose smile he was ready to turn the world around. Friends told them that they were a perfect couple: he is a tall, handsome athlete, with brown curly hair and a Greek profile; she is a slender Slavyanochka, with a scythe to the waist and bottomless blue eyes, in which he drowned when he first met. No more?

In their rented apartment became unbearably lonely. Emptiness, no thoughts, no feelings, no desires, there was only emptiness in his head. Ivan sat in a chair and watched the wind chasing the belated yellow leaves outside the window. In the courtyard stood November two thousand thirteenth year.

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History reference.

The Third World War, better known as the Islamic War, began on October 20, 2017. A rally of Islamic activists in France escalated into an armed rebellion. The whole of Europe, England, Germany, Spain, flashed behind France ... The civil war in the Balkans. Burning Caucasus. Muslims around the world have risen to the "holy" war against the infidels. The countries of the Middle East, as it turned out, were ready for this. In a matter of months, Israel was destroyed. Next - the invasion of paralyzed Europe. America is in chaos - dozens of self-proclaimed governments fought for power with the hands of individual units of the army and the armed civilian population.

In Russia, these events resulted in a battle for the South. The oncoming "green wave" was stopped on the way to Rostov. Not without the help of residents of the Caucasian republics. As it turned out, it is not very important for them to fight against anyone. The words of the president: “They must answer for everything! We will strike a counter! Our cause is right! The enemy will be defeated! ”The general mobilization and attack on the Middle East.

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War is not vigorous shooting, as we were assured in computer games. War is not the apotheosis of patriotism, as we were told in political studies. War is not pain, horror and fear, as I thought before I got here. War is dust from under the boots ... and the road ... the endless road, the weight of the machine gun on the shoulder, the damn scorching sun ... And nothing else. So a lone soldier, wandering through a dusty, sun-scorched street, thought that his appearance was typical for a veteran of this war: a dusty form that saw AK on his shoulder, with a horn rewound with electrical tape, a dry, lean body build, coarse skin, and its hardness arguing with emery paper, weathered face, even, whitish scar through the forearm, like a protruding bone, and a stubborn look tired eye.

His name was Ivan, a former engineer of hydraulic structures, and today the junior sergeant of the motorized rifle troops, by the will of fate and command, performing his duty in this half-dead, torn apart by shelling and bombing the city. The city gazed into it with the black dips of the windows, put to sleep the windows faded under the desert sun, tried to grab it with its grubby fingers of the rubble - barricades. Once this city shone like a faceted diamond, but that was a long time ago, when this city was still called Dubai.

The quarantine zone is a fenced part of the city where “peaceful” residents dragged the existence, that is, those who could not be captured with weapons in their hands. In the morning, a former engineer ragged around this area, because an emergency had occurred. Missing some Starley Milyutin from the sixth battalion. Which is typical, disappeared in the "quarantine", probably lying somewhere asleep drunk, and you run - look for him.

The brothel "Krasavitsy", at least, this very name was scrawled on a sheet of metal that once was a road sign. Here, like, saw Milutin.Such establishments were not uncommon in quarantine, here a soldier could for some five hours of water tumble from the “krasavitsai”, which let him through no less than a company, and for a can of canned meat and a couple of packs dried up all night. With food quarantined in general trouble.

Ivan was not a walker in such places, he had a “field wife” in the hospital, although there were suspicions that she was “married” to another couple - a troika of soldiers, but ...