The performance of the Vremya Dreams group was more than successful and drummer Lyokha, wiping out sweat and taking a breath, went out through the back door of the club to smoke outside. Singer Alina, guitarist Jaroslav, bassist Misha and both keyboard players, Katya and Guzel, stayed for an autograph session, and Lyosha didn’t like such events, so he quickly retreated. In theory, he could have a smoke in the dressing room, but he knew that Katya, when he returned, would grumble because she was allergic to tobacco smoke, and he did not want to sit in the stuffiness. The club stood on the embankment, the time was later, there was not a soul there, and a fresh breeze was blowing from the Volga.

Lech sat listening to the buzz of tired muscles, blowing rings of smoke out of the pipe, and remembering the songs he had just played (unlike autograph sessions, he loved the music and played it with great pleasure). The breeze pleasantly blew over his face, slightly waving his long dark blond hair. Somewhere in the distance, the business center of the city was noisy and did not even think of falling asleep. Inspired by his thoughts, he didn’t immediately realize that someone had sat down next to him, and twitched in surprise when, turning to the right, he saw, in the light of a lantern, a dark girl with a thick black hair falling down her back. Maybe he would have taken her for a gypsy, but immediately realized that gypsy women at least do not wear baubles on their hands and high-handed people on their heads. Plus, a few colored braids, a T-shirt with a psychedelic fractal pattern, a tattoo in Sanskrit on the left hand - in general, no non-Gypsy, even a long skirt (again, with atypical colors for the Gypsy) will not confuse. She also looked at him and smiled)

"Hello" - Leha greeted. “Hi,” she replied. - Cool made! And you generally well done. I was looking for you at the autograph session and did not find. Jaroslav said that you came out, so I decided to look for you. Sign the disc? ”

Lesha smiled: “And what am I? I'm just a drummer. Let Yaroslav and Katya give autographs, they are our heads. ”

“And I want your autograph,” she answered, smiling even wider. She paused for a second and laughed: “Fool, what will the head do without a heart? And the heart of the group is you. Drummers are actually much more important than they themselves think: even Shiva creates the world not only with the help of the maha-mantra “Om”, but also with the help of the Damaru drum) ”

Lyosha laughed: “Okay, okay, convinced, let's get a disk and how to write. I don’t wear pens for concerts ”

She opened a canvas bag with neat embroidery (something in Sanskrit and some kind of ornament), took out the disc and gel pen bought at the concert and handed it to him. He took it, involuntarily noting that she had long, beautiful fingers, and her hands were covered with dark hair. Opening the turn, Alex got into a stupor. What to write, the devil knows ... Without inventing anything good, he was about to write, when he suddenly realized it and asked: “What is your name?” “Mohana” - she answered. “Unusual name ...” - muttered Lesha, signing “Mohane from the heart of the group”, putting a date and a sweeping signature.

“My father was a Hindu, she said thoughtfully, he met his mother in Goa, and they fell in love with each other. He moved to Russia, they got married, after a year and a half I appeared. My father taught me Hindi and Sanskrit, we read the Vedas and many more. And when I was 12 years old, he went to Moscow on business, and there he was stabbed to death by drunken booms. “Heavy silence reigned. "Here are freaks ..." - Lesha thoughtfully stretched out, exhaling a large cloud of smoke. He felt both pity and at the same time some interest in this girl. And the more he looked at her face, his hands, the more he breathed in her light gentle perfume, which the breeze helpfully brought, the more he liked it. “I don’t know if my father went to Moksha or was reborn,” she continued, but this is not so important. He is alive in my heart. ““ Yes, Lyosha agreed - perhaps this is the most important thing.“She frowned noticeably and her look became very very sad. Lyosha realized that she still misses her father, although it has already passed ... “How long have you been without a father?” He asked. "13 years old," she replied. "Hmm ..." he thought. - tightly she loved him. Lyokha felt a new surge of sympathy and hugged Mohan. In fact, without any ulterior motive. She apparently felt it and hugged him too, resting her head on her shoulder. So they sat for a few minutes. Lyosha began to examine the pattern on the skirt, looked down below and smiled again, seeing her feet. Summer slaps did not hide their beautiful shape, it was evident that the legs are well-groomed, neat.

With his free hand, Lesha, as if by the way, took her hand and met no resistance. She gently squeezed his hand in response ... and at that time Lyosha rang her cell phone. “Fuck your mother, who cares about it! - he grumbled and took the call, seeing that Yaroslav was calling - Ale, what is there? "" Lyokha, where are you going? - Yaroslav asked - we need to assemble the device, the gazelle is already standing "" Right now, for a second, do not put the phone down - Lyosha responded and, turning to Mokhane, asked: do you not want to visit me? "Mohana smiled softly:" I want " , - Alexey spoke again into the phone - could one girl still go with us? "" If she is young and beautiful, then at least a dozen! "Yaroslav spoke with laughter (Lyosha grinned, imagining how he smiles broadly now in his immense beard ). “Not for you, you fucking kinda! - Lesha laughed in response - Leski is enough with you! "" Okay, okay - Yaroslav laughed so that it was heard even outside the tube - only livelier, I will not trample your dish-hooks myself, I’ll have enough synthesizers and combers. " The tube was silent. Lesha and Mohana got up and went to the club. Mohana smiled faintly and, it seemed, sadness completely left her. For some reason, she felt good from the touch of the strong, sinewy hands of the drummer, the warmth from the look of his green eyes, I liked how the little beard on a thin face sways. She followed him without a doubt.

Having fun and with their mothers, they loaded the equipment, then Yaroslav discussed something with the driver Kolya while everyone sat down. Mohana glimpsed the envious glances of a couple younger girls on herself. Not surprisingly, the Time of Dreams popularity grew with every concert and many could envy Mohana that she sees these people so closely.

In the gazelle it was fun: they laughed, poisoned jokes, told some funny experiences from life, usually connected with cannabis preparations and mushrooms, lazy at rehearsals, concerts, and simply not connected with anything. We drove first to the rehearsal base, unloaded the device, and then Kolya began to take everyone home. Yaroslav landed in front of them, he smiled, winked at Alexey and wished him good luck. Mohana was half asleep at this time, with her head on his shoulder. A few streets Kolya turned around and said: “Lyokha, get out, come”. After shaking hands with him and Misha (he and Katya were the last to leave), Lyosha took Mohana by the hand and they went out. The courtyard was quiet and fresh. Lyosha took Mohan's hand and they slowly walked to the entrance.

Around the apartment, Lesha said in a half-whisper: “Mohan, don't faint immediately, I’m at home srach - just fucked up. "She laughed softly and kissed him on the cheek:" Do not worry, I have strong nerves. " Lyokhe threw heat in his chest and head. It became very very good, and he, grinning, kissed her back on the lips. “Stop-stop-stop, let me at least open the door!” He laughed when Mohana answered, and rather rapidly, “Southern blood, hot” - flashed in his head. Taking off their shoes in the hallway, they walked into the room, and here Lesch felt real shame for the unwashed 3 months floor, worn slides around the sofa socks, age-old dust on the closets and other beauty and charms of the bachelor life of a rock musician, rarely at home. However, Mohana did not even pay attention to all this and went straight to the bookshelf. "Eliade ... she stretched - Guenon, Fraser, Propp, Rybakov ...but! You read good things, ”she stated, turning to Lesha who approached and put her hands on his shoulders.

She was below his good 20-25 centimeters, her hands ...