I have long dreamed of being Santa Claus. Well, what could be cooler than on the eve of the holiday, and even the New Year, to fulfill other people's dreams? Do it with the soul - and almost nothing.

Humans are naive. They did not lose the habit of believing that after a series of strikes from a high tower of hours, life would change. So, easily! A heap of money will appear from nowhere, old love will return, or new love will flare up, burning a heart tired of loneliness with a burning star. It will be better for the husband to fuck, or it is more pleasant to give the wife, moreover, to all such cracks, where to this my dear path was under strict taboos. Or maybe world fame will fall on his head. And humans are always ready to meet the one who fulfills these dreams ...

A cafe in the huge hall of a huge shopping center three days before the New Year - a cafe under the sign "Fantasia", a cool name. The tables are crowded with visitors, people drink, eat, crack, as if in a hurry to catch everything that they did not have in the outgoing year. And here I appear.

Curious to study the cafe guests. Here the guy is trying hard something, with the overlap of the superman, carefully scratching the girl's flapping eyelashes. She has a good figure, and she too entered the image of a shy girl, and the guy squints at her bulging breasts, feeling a surge of tension from below, but does not believe that he will quickly break off. However, he was going to stubbornly care for her, to endure, because he liked the girl a lot. Do not worry, buddy, I mentally grin, you endure very long. This "shy" will be yours today. Keep it simple, and don't ask me about anything, she already agrees.

Next, I notice two girlfriends. They discuss the latest fashion show from an Italian little tailor. But I read their thoughts and know what their cute heads are clogged with. The girls mentally represent how soon they will be at one of them at home and will be able to plenty, gently, with a fit of girlish passion, to caress each other's pussies, and then, hugging, to drown in the abyss of a mutual forbidden orgasm. You will succeed, my good ones, and I will look better than the one who really needs me. And the look clings to the lonely sitting girl in the very corner of the cafe.

A young, spectacular blonde, in the prime of her young years, but already managed to understand what men need. She came to the capital obviously from the provinces, now she is enthusiastically watching a music video on the cafe TV, and I am heading straight for her.

- Can I get you?

This doll looks at me with interest. Does she seem unusual? Not to those who stick to her sticky, sexy beauty? But here she lets on indifference and allows some green, like a wild cat, eyes to sit opposite. I get coffee, I praise the pop group, singing in the "box" and interested in the girl's name.

Blonde gives me a barely noticeable ironic smile. He tries to mentally determine my age - how much older I am. By fifteen or twenty? But I was well preserved, honey, oh, if you knew ...

- My name is Vera.

Beautiful, like the girl herself, name. It helps to believe that everything will work out.

She has, of course!

- Do you want me to quickly glue me together or will you propose a relationship based on material support? - suddenly gives out with a slight grin Vera. She is trying to get stuck with me, and at the same time show how she, at her young age, understands men.

“No, no,” I answer easily, and Vera meets my eyes, admiring her. - Neither one nor the other, - And I add already completely seriously.

“I just want to fulfill your deepest desire.”

The girl seemed blown by a gust of hot wind. She was confused, but only for a moment, and then, turning on her composure, she mocked derisively.

- Well, it began ... The most intimate? Or maybe you still know what? - and she laughs, complements. - Mind you, I already have a mink coat.

Uh, surprised.Such a sweetheart coat, the well-provided boyfriends (married, of course) will be presented first of all.

“I will make you a pop star,” I calmly announce back.

Vera's mocking face gives surprise, his expression changes, it becomes serious.

- How do you know? - all she could say was quiet, almost doomed. The green emeralds of the eyes grew dim, and the corners of the amazingly shaped lips fell down. I hear her heart pounding, creating a fluttering elastic chest. What a cool ...

- You imagined yourself instead of this, - and I gesture to the blonde who is singing on the television, - And you also take vocal and dance lessons, but for now you do not dare to take part in the castings.

“Yasnenko,” Vera skeptically remarks, “I followed her.” I put an eye to another "benefactor." And what with me in return? ... Sleep with you?

Instead of “sleeping,” she wanted to say another word, and I can only smile. The girl thinks with her stereotypes, and however, like all people.

- Vera ... I saw you today for the first time. To fulfill desires is my profession. And about the "sleep", mind you - this is you voiced.

- So you, like, read thoughts? - she grins, exposing white sharp teeth. Nifiga I do not believe this blond miracle, well, okay. I don't care about that.

“Like that,” I say. My palm is on her fingers, and Vera does not pull them out.

She looks at me studying, as if she has only met. Drill eyes, trying to scan my brains, take true intentions. And with pleasure I breathe in the smell of her perfume, mixed with the warmth of a young body.

- At least you would say what is your name? - at last, Verachka kindly asks.

- Call me Santa Claus.

She laughs, throwing back her luxurious golden hair.

- Why Santa Claus?

“Because I am much older and, perhaps, fit to be your grandfather,” I admit cheerfully.

“C'mon, not an old man yet,” Vera argues, her eyes grow warmer, and I finally accept a compliment from her. - And to all the pretty ... Pretty nothing.

“And Frost, because I can freeze,” I conclude in a serious tone.

- I do not believe - smiles Vera. She is going to be incredulous, I note, this is her special charm. This is not easy to fool a man.

And at the same time very simple.

- Well, and how can you make me a star? Are you a music producer?

Next, we lively communicate - about music, about Faith and her plans to conquer the pop scene, and how difficult it is from her point of view. I explain to her how easy it is. One has only to want ... She listens with fascination to my stories about the successes of various performers who have gotten out of the darkness of obscurity to the top of a star, that every person is talented, o ...

“From childhood, I raved about the scene,” said Vera thoughtfully. - I am from a provincial industrial town, where everyone lives in a gray, purposeless life. So wanted to break out of all this ...

The girl looks as though through me, and on her face is the shadow of an impossible dream.

“I have to go,” I finally declare and take a pause. Her green eyes are burning, they no longer seem wild to me. They look at me with a flashing ray of faith.

- Are you with me? - I utter in a low voice.

I get up from the table and invitingly give her a hand. The girl hesitates seconds, as if she considers the odds in her uncomplicated female game, and then takes my hand. The evening goes on, and it seems that I was not in vain in this cafe.

- Where are we? - Vera wonders curiously as we walk through the crowded shopping center towards the exit.

“To the top,” I reply, and she takes my arm. Here I notice someone else.

The lad, very young, quite different from the others moves along the edge of the hall. He has a sad look and strong hands. These hands turn the wheels, pushing his body forward.

The boy in a wheelchair. His legs hang limply from his chair, denying him happiness from childhood to walk. He works in a mall as an ice cream seller, and now he hurries to his tray. I mentally compare them with Vera. How far they are from each other - sexy babe and this guy. I make a note in my head, and soon Vera and I take a taxi to the high-rise building of my residence.