Dear Editorial!

My name is Elika, to me ... what does it matter in general, how old I am and I have my best friend, her name is Chloe. Generally it is our nicknames.

I dragged myself to visit her, we hung with her in the Agent with her young man. I knocked on his head to call her, a friend started rubbing something with him on the city phone, and suddenly I threw a little ear and I realized that she was cracking him, like her friend was sitting at her place.

Then, most likely, her interlocutor began to clarify, such as what is their name, and why did she not tell him in advance about her that it was Elika. I pretended to be as if I was not concerned, such as zero attention.

Chloe didn't say anything in the phone for a long time. I looked - her eyes are all in tears, I quickly asked what had happened, because of what she was crying, looked very disdainfully at me and gave me the phone ...

I, not understanding anything, hold up the phone to hear that Igor, this is her boyfriend shouting:

- Elika, - and I say: “Hello!” (I can't hear well), and he tells me:

- Hi, I miss his stupid questions, and comparisons with Chloe and that I'm not so frigid and not boring, finally I ask what he blurted out, that she has tears in her eyes, and he said that Chloe herself will tell everything.

I disconnected and started asking her, what did he say to her? And she sat on the sofa and said:

- Why, damn it? Why didn't you tell me from the very beginning?

It began to come to me about what she was talking about, Igor loved me very much, we met and made love to each other weakly until his cool mother found out about it. Smell of exclusion from college. Run away.

- Well, what are you talking about? - I replied, pretending that I do not understand.

“You know perfectly well what I'm talking about,” she screamed angrily.

“You slept with my boyfriend and still my girlfriend?” Shouted Chloe.

- In me, as if everything inside was lowered, I could not say anything. I was numb. I tried to insert that it was a year ago, but she didn’t even listen to me. I got up, not saying a word, left.

She went to her house and began to think about how I should live, it was 4:00 pm, I decided to take a walk, because there is nothing going in the brain in the room.

And as soon as I got together, I opened the door and then Igor stands on the threshold, my eyes widened.

I, as if not noticing him, closed the apartment and went down the stairs with my legs, although the elevator is in order and I live on the 18th floor, so I reached the 12th floor, sat down on the step and asked myself:

- Well, what did he need here? Who said where I live? Why didn't she warn me about her relationship with him?

- In general, someone warns with whom and how?

* * *

I hear footsteps, someone else descends, I jumped up and began to press the elevator call button, because I didn’t want to go down further and now the elevator arrived, I entered and then Igor put my shoe in the door behind me ... I opened the door so that he go away from me.

He replied that he would not go anywhere, squeezed himself into the elevator, put a backpack in the door, I wanted to press the red button, but he grabbed my hand and threw me to the wall. I hit, squatted on my haunches, but he understood how it was like an invitation to, well, you know what, but he is a gentleman!

He lifted me, pulled me close, started kissing, lifted the T-shirt, began to unbutton her bra, I did not resist and did not turn away, just rested my gaze to his eyes. And in the mind there is only one question - why the elevator is not called for so long?

Suddenly a cry from below:

- Who is there to clean the kettle? Let go of the door!

Igor took out his backpack and quickly pressed the 12th floor and the doors opened, I pulled out of his hands, and ran out of the elevator, heading towards my apartment by the stairs, ran to the apartment, started looking for keys in my purse. I can not find.

I heard that he was rising, I poured the bag on the floor, started looking for keys on all fours, finally I found the keys, but he was already very close, there was no time to gather everything back in my handbag, I opened the door and flew there like a bullet and closed door lock

I thought that there was documents in my bag, money, cards, but I didn’t have the feeling that he would steal all this, he’s not like that ...

I sat under the door for 20 minutes and figured that Igor should have already left and began to crawl carefully, looked around - there was no one ... I started to quickly collect everything in my purse, and I was so damn blind that I didn’t notice how Igor came up from behind, waited until I collected everything, abruptly picked me up along with the collected bag and dragged me to the apartment

I was hypnotized by his generosity, and he dumped me on the sofa, and then it’s not hard to guess what the hell was, help me, what should I do? I really like Igor and I, but I feel sorry for Chloe too ...

Elika.

P. S.

Oh, I remembered how romantic it was ...

He gave me his mobile phone and dialed my friend's number.

It was almost an unforgettable scene, as one friend on the phone tells the other that a year ago she was sleeping with her boyfriend.

- Well, and how was he then you?

- Nothing, only very greedy.

- And what was it expressed in?

- All the time he needs. And all of his mom loot, she bought him a car loan.

- So I did not see him in the car.

- That's right, he broke it with me, I'm to blame ...

- Thank. Tomorrow I will send.

- It's too late, I have already dismissed it from you, came to me, I stand here and serve this goon, God, what a hungry, sends his regards to you, claps his hands on my bare ass, asks for the impossible, a depraved bastard.

- Oh - oh - oh - oh.

- Does it hurt you?

- This is he shouting, I squeezed something strongly.

- Louder, greedy!

- A - a - a - a!

- I started to sing, mother's goat ...

- Do not torture, I feel sorry for him ...

And the scene turned out to be cool, only this reptile finally asked me to dream about something, but Chloe could not give in to such a guy and was silent ...

I will be very grateful if the Editorial Board calls Chloe to continue to be friends with me, and again invited me to chat ...

P. S.

I learned that our bastard told her. That's just terrible. He said Chloe is fat. Of course, this is much worse than everything that happened to me then ...