And he takes the hug of his beloved wife. Her hair is scattered on his shoulders.

- How did you enter the apartment? - the question of Marat who has come to life is heard. He still lies on the floor and rubs his head.

- And you, the champion, put a normal lock, - Vasily instructs back. “They'll clean up your apartment.” Hairpin can be opened.

“Vasya in vocational school was the best,” Alena says to Marat. - He has golden hands.

The husband favorably helps the lover to rise, simultaneously teaching him.

- Eh, you, a tennis player ... I watched the last matches with you. How are you Federer again blew. I give you advice - never play him on the right cross, and your forehand ...

This is followed by advice from an experienced sports fan. Marat as if wakes up and with some surprise examines his guests - Alain and her husband who was teaching her after sex have brought up her own life after sex.

“Okay, what has happened today is forgotten,” Vasya firmly sums up, and is already turning to Alyona. - Let's go home, love. Too late.

... And no more words about the betrayal. Does Vasya feel like a cuckold, or is he really glad that he has kept his wife, he has forgiven her for having sex with another, or himself for not appreciating the love living with him - I don't want to pick at his head. Let it be just him. On the street, the husband picks up Alenka in his arms, and she gently presses against him, wrapping his arms around the man's neck. I come to this couple, calmly, with a sense of accomplishment.

“My wife was so beautiful there,” Vasya informs me. Did he mean when he found her at Marat? Mentally smile and agree how right he is.

“You understand everything,” Alena confesses to me silently, with only her lips. “I just wanted him to be jealous.”

Of course, I understood, dear. Otherwise, why would I call Vasily and tell you where you are shaking off the New Year's Eve?

- Who are you, Santa Claus, really? - curious Alain.

Instead of answering, I give her husband a bouquet of roses — white as snow under their feet, and pure, like the first love.

“You forgot the roses in the street,” I say. - Hand them over to whom you intended.

“Thank you,” someone else's wife whispers to me gratefully. I am glad that she is grateful to me, and, of course, not for flowers. Vasya gives her roses, says warm words and carries her in his arms. To the house itself, and I just see off their trail. Until the New Year, I have one day left ...

* * * *

The last day of the year. The same cafe, and the same visitor among the crowd of others. I!

I have a last wish for today. Last thing this year. I sit down not far from one youth companion who covered the table. A group of guys and girls gathered on the eve of the holiday, hang out and decide on future plans. What attracted me to this crowd, you ask?

Serge, an unruly kid, an informal leader in the company, hugs his girlfriend, a blue-eyed blonde, and askance, with a desire to look at another, stingy brunette. Serzh is a female favorite, a major boy from a rich family, born with a silver spoon in his mouth, in which everyone present is ready to look. Absolute authority

Both, blonde and brunette, everyone notices and understands. The first does not want to lose, the second - wants to lead. Break up girl rivalry.

A blonde named Ale cannot hide her mood. All the teenagers at the table are laughing, but she has already reached infa that Serge a few days ago after school, she was taking home a brunette Tanya. Why, she does not understand, Serge is ready to change her, Eliu? A beautiful chiseled figure with bulging breasts and slender legs, a long graceful neck holding a pretty head with huge blue eyes, it makes itself admire.

A guy in a wheelchair selling ice cream ten meters away.He watches her, but does everything so that she does not miss it. He noted this girl a long time ago, in Elya's cafe appears often. He is sure that his chances died in childhood, when he broke his spine in a fit of pranks. Hopelessly. I am getting straight to the chair with him.

- Like? - I'm interested. Vlad, the ice cream seller, frowns in my direction.

“You know,” he calmly replies. Trying to look indifferent, but he does not come out. Vlad give trembling lips.

- You just have to wish ... - I begin, but he stops me hard.

- I already told you - no. And do not interfere. I do not ask anything from you!

He almost shouted the last words, his eyes were damp, but no one was paying attention around. Nobody cares about Vlad.

“Well, well,” I admit, and I warn you. - You know what you refused.

More precisely, from whom. And I go back to the company. There came the youth chatter, who and what made for the New Year. The guys share their desires, which, as they would like, should come true in the coming year, while Tanya, meanwhile, half-jokingly, moved Serge to her knees. He accepted her game, put his arm around his waist, and she quietly (as she thought) stroked his back. The snow-white complexion of Elechka changes and gradually becomes crimson. Her angry move rivals, and then the next, when Tanya suddenly invites everyone today to celebrate the New Year in her country, in the country. All means Serzh. She remembered his promise that they would be together tonight and in private.

- Yes, we do not mind, - her boyfriend easily agrees and throws his friends around at him. - Really, guys?

- And I have guessed ... - Tanya opens her mouth, but Ale abruptly, with poorly hidden irritation, interrupts her.

“I know what you really guessed,” Elya was close to a breakdown. She did not expect this from her rival. And from Serge too.

- Well, why? - I heard someone's question.

- You guessed to sleep with Serge.

Someone whistled, someone giggled. All have long noticed that the girls grappled with a guy, but nobody counted on seeing disassembly, and even on the eve of a merry holiday. Well, so much fun. So Serge decided, and said out loud.

- Elechka ... If everyone here starts to tell who and with whom she wants to sleep, then it will not be a sit-round gathering, but a whip.

Everyone burst out laughing.

“Ale,” Tanya continued caustically, preparing a response injection. - If you have a head crammed with one fucking, then look for someone who can satisfy your fantasies.

And Tanya points her palm to the side. On Vlad, ice cream seller.

“This boy doesn't take his eyes off you all the time.” Just fell in love. Do you want to meet him? To meet, so to speak, spiritual desires.

Elya finally notices Vlad, and her heart burns with pity and scorn. Contempt for the girl who dared to touch her, Elya, with the involvement of an outsider boy. Tanya once again emphasized his misfortune.

Vlad met her eyes for the first time in his life. The embers of his dark eyes warmed, and he did not let go of her gaze until Ela turned away.

- And indeed, - suddenly supports Tanku Serge. He was flattered that the girls were competing for him, and he already imagined how cool the sex would be with Tanya. She has great boobs, and in general - everyone needs to try, argued Serge. And then come back to Ele, so it is easy. - Elechka, what do you say? Mildly disabled? Unworthy of your unearthly beauty?

His beautiful lips, which started the girls, spread into a tricky, sticky smile. Elya is ready to burst into tears, as easily Serzh can humiliate her and lose her, but her enormous inner strength helps to regain control. And she does it. Eli's face is gaining tranquility, even tranquility. She smiles in response to the overturning rejection of her major.

- Yes Easy. With this boy? - and adds an erotic tone quieter, referring only to Serge.

- It will be better than with you, believe me.

No one expected such a turn. The whole company is silent, and Ale rises from the table and gracefully paces.

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