- Ta-ak. - Andrei drawled. - Everything is more interesting and more interesting. Chose, then. How and why? Is this some kind of bet? Tell me about it.

- How, how did you choose? Viewed from behind the bushes. We liked you. - Lika looked unhappily away, as if cowering in the hands of a guy. - This is not a bet, Andrew, but it seems. Fanta.

- What?

- Fanta. You know, such a comic game where everyone gets an assignment. Usually sing or dance. And we with girlfriends, so that it was more interesting, decided to make any indecencies. For example, in a pool in front of unfamiliar boys, you should lose a bra in the water or, in a single raincoat, stand on a naked body in front of a shop window and take a picture open. As if advertising.

- Funny. - Andrew laughed.

- Yeah. Only I got the most idiotic: blowjob in a public place to do. I refused immediately. Better into the river from the bridge than in the middle of the street. All the same girlfriend persuaded. They said that the word must be kept, and they will cover, help. So we came up with this "ambulance" on a wild beach. Laughing, cool pier. Zhanka and Yanka went so far that they decided to “fuck” the patient and then agreed to take the boat. Next you know.

Lika finally decided to look at Andrei and smiled uncertainly.

- I was there, on the shore was so ashamed that I was afraid to raise my eyes to you. Only sucked like a wound up, if only it was all over. And ran away immediately. And I did not want to go with you at first. And then, in the boat, I saw that you were looking at me, and I thought: why is it all just Janke and Zhanna, and also decided to participate. If I did, let me. After all, I did not hurt you, right?

- Of course not. - Kissing a girl, Andrei opened his arms, throwing his hands behind his head. - It was a pleasure. And then, and now. It is a pity that all this just turned out to be a game. I liked you.

- You me too. Only ... - Lika, slipping from Andrei, knelt beside him. - But I do not know what to answer you, Andryusha. After all, we barely saw each other. And so, that you can think of me after such a “acquaintance”, I am even afraid to imagine.

- Yes, I do not think anything. - Tiredly sighed, turning away, Andrew. - Ok, Lika. Go to yours, and do not wait for me. I'll get there myself.

- How are you? Long away.

- I swim well.

Lika sat next to him for a few seconds, then rose and, taking a few uncertain steps forward, looked around.

- Don't be mad at us ... at me.

She seemed to want to add something else, but without finding the appropriate words, she turned and disappeared behind the bushes. Andrei continued to lie looking at the sky. Five minutes later he rose and, looking around the empty glade, smiled sadly.

- The session is over. The chamber is free. Who is next?

Making his way between the bushes, he walked out onto a strip of sand near the water. The boat hurrying to the shore was already far away, but Andrew was noticed from her immediately. Four hands together rose into the air, greeting Masha guy. Andrei waved back. In the depths of his soul, suddenly, there was a faint hope that the boat would turn now, returning for him. But the girls swung the oars again, and the boat ran farther from the island.

- Well, to hell with you. - Andrew grunted.

Maybe it's for the best. Such is the option of care in English. Without unnecessary unnecessary words. There were no.

Stepping carefully on an unfamiliar bottom, he entered the water, pushed off, and swam forward in even, powerful strokes, occasionally glancing at the slowly approaching shore. The boat soon disappeared from view. Yes, he did not particularly watch her. What for? I had to swim for a long time. When he reached the shallow water, the guy stood for a while, catching his breath, then, slowly, went to the clothes folded in the sand. Girls, of course, was not to speak. Andrei leaned over his jeans. In principle, he now, thanks to the girls for the found "mental balance", could quietly stay swimming and sunbathing. But for some reason I did not want to.

- Hey, soaring, - the peasant, who was dozing over the tray with a souvenir-chipsy trifle, called him, when Andrei, carrying clothes under his arm, went to the car, - was it not yours that belonged to those bushes?

- Well, mine. - Stopped Andryukha.

- Then hold. - The little man handed the guy a folded card. - Lass asked you to pass.

- What lass?

- Which one, which one. - grumbling grunted not located to the conversation man. - Naked. There is no other.

With a shrug, Andrei opened the postcard and, to the surprise of the seller, laughed merrily. On a white spread with bright petals of lipstick, there was an ale flower, painted with lip prints, and below the luminary there was a flasher, depicted with stingy strokes of a felt-tip pen, an ambulance. And on board her, instead of the usual “03”, a phone number glowed with a ray of hope.

George Beck.

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