Oktoberfest was celebrated as always with a grand scale. Lyuba and her new friends plunged into the atmosphere of the Munich folk festival: a costume procession, a parade of brewers, huge beer tents, a roller coaster and a ferris wheel, from the height of which the whole city is visible, the scale and scale of the holiday, thousands of people speaking different languages ​​with beer mugs in hand.

Mass feast of fun and euphoria.

More than a year has passed since the girl left the capital and settled in Berlin, having entered the university. Lyuba gnawed hard on the granite of science. The language barrier was gradually erased, like a sand castle built by children's hands, foamy sea waves.

She was lucky with her work. Ger Wolfe, the owner of the pub, turned out to be a cheerful German, of short stature with a huge beer belly and a fleshy nose with red streaks and ruts. Deep-set blue eyes, sparse strands of hair and a golden rim of glasses, always moving down to the tip of the nose, made him look like a fairy goblin, working as a teller in the absolute power bank.

He loved his love, as his own daughter for diligence, decency and honesty. Yes, and all the local regulars were crazy about her: friendly, always smiling, and undoubtedly beautiful. Beauty, saving the world in a quiet street of gray Berlin.

Relations with classmates evolved the best way. Luba was friends with Catherine, a tall, stately brunette, German up to the twenty-seventh knee. Even during the reign of the Romans, its ancestors were written in the church book of birth, like the Aryans. Prudent, calm, with unbreakable logic, punctual and calculating to silky tips of long hair. That was what Luba needed; - Adherence to the imperial traditions of the hard-working Germans. It seemed that changing the thread of fate, you can change the future. And she did it. A sort of rich life and study innovator.

Only a year later, Lyuba allowed herself a rest. Catherine called her to Bavaria for a holiday, and she happily agreed. Together with them went a few more guys and girls from the group. The trip promised to be exciting and informative.

Munich is the city of BMW, the breweries and the capital of the federal state of Bavaria. Moreover, Munich is the IT capital of Germany, which tempted the girl. Suddenly in life there will be a chance to work in this city, in a large corporation.

The guys went into one of the largest tents on the Terezin meadow and, ordering a beer with Bavarian sausages, loudly shared their impressions of the holiday.

- What are the interesting outfits for the local, and I want to get under his fluffy skirt! - exclaimed white-haired Martin and raised a dry strip of eyebrows on his forehead.

- Yes, you know Lyuba, why are the bows on aprons tied on opposite sides? - Catherine asked.

- Yes? - astonished said girl. - I somehow did not pay attention.

- Look, here this girl has an apron bow tied to the right, so she is married. Look at this waitress - on the left, - Katrin waved her hand to the side, - it means she is not married. In the middle in front is a virgin, although I think I will not see immaculate maidens here, and if behind me there is a widow.

- Very interesting, - Lyuba smiled.

- Lyuba, how would you tie a bow if you had to wear a national costume? - asked cheerful Hans, and blinked his right eye.

- I think I would wear a few aprons, the waist allows and there is some uncertainty and mystery.

“Oh, this is your Russian mysterious soul with anguish,” Catherine laughed, and hugged the girl by the shoulders.

- Here is our beer !!!

The waitress was carrying ten liter mugs of frothy beer on a tray.It was so elegant and easy that everyone admired her. The fragile and small woman coped with such a load, it seemed without effort.

Beer was awesome, brewed just for this holiday.

- Oh, mein goth !!! What could be better than this drink? - Martin grunted, gulping down the first mug.

- Martin, if everything goes at such a pace, we have to drag your skinny ass to the train with all honest company.

- Favorite frau! I will not give you this opportunity. Indeed, in the veins of a real German, foam flows, not blood. I want to take part in the competition, who will drink more.

- Why so much ambition and ambition in a student’s emaciated body? - asked Lyuba.

- This is a purely German quality, inherent to us since ancient times.

- Yavol, mein dick! - answered the girl, laughing.

The holiday gained momentum. And now several applicants are standing in front of a table laden with a huge number of beer steins. Martin is the most skinny and frail among the real beer belly-barons, lined up in a line.

The judge invites everyone to come to the table and, waving his hand, the men frantically grab the handles of the mugs and literally pour the beer into their mouths. It flows through the mustache, lips, flows down the neck, envelops, bubbles and hisses on the torso of applicants.

Girls hooted and cheered for Martin. Their eyes are burning, they applaud and cheer up the young man, the girls are gambling and gorgeous in this image.

A man stands in the crowd and, without stopping, looks at Luba, studying her carefully, as if she are a inhabitant of the world of dreams, suddenly jumping out of the calendar into the chaos of the festival. As her full breasts walk in waves from sudden hand movements, her lips are soft and plump, they seem to bite them stronger and they will expire with juicy fresh strawberry juice. Golden hair, long curls falling on the shoulders and chest. And the rays of the sun, lost in them, play and gleam with red gold. Violet eyes filled with the life of the cosmos. Beauty is painful and crushing. And now the creature from the world of dreams materialized a few steps away.

He's a little over thirty-five. Black hair is cut short and the fringe is raised up, stylish and sexy. Bright blue eyes in the edge of the eyelashes, looking with interest at Luba, concealed the depth and knowledge of all the wormholes of life. They could be cold and arrogant, which made all his acquaintances cringe, could be as interested and sincere as at that moment. He was tall, slim and lean. He stood with his arms crossed over his chest, like a blockbuster hero. It seemed, give him a coat and a belt of Batman and he will fly up without delay, the work is calling. He was wearing black jeans and moccasins. A bright yellow T-shirt was striking, beautifully fitting his torso. Simple, elegant and expensive.

Meanwhile, the master class from beer lovers gained momentum. Went to the fourth beer and a couple of players were disabled. Grumpy Martin was holding up a defense.

“I am just amazed at our Martin,” Lyuba shouted in Catherine’s ear, “gives in!” I wonder what kind of pint will he be?

- I think he will carry him on the fifth.

Lyuba averted her eyes from the picture of the raging beer battle, and, as if sensing the gaze of a stranger, looked at him and smiled. He smiled back and waved his hand. Lyubasha was flushed and lowered her eyes.

Men were somewhere in the past. They played with her, loved and fucked. She loved them and hated them. Having extinguished all sexual desires in herself, she lived on, firmly moving toward her goal.

Looking at him, Lyuba understood what she was afraid of: to lose peace, freedom and herself. He was so handsome that she crumbled.

“- If only it did not fit. Fuck! ”- thought the girl.

And he, like a cruiser, cutting through crowds of people, rushed to her.

- Good day beautiful stranger! - He snatched it from the noise of the crowd.

- Good day!

“Stefan Keller,” he said.

- Luba.

He was surprised, took her hand and kissed:

- Nice to meet you. Where are you from?

- From Russia.

"Both the name and the voice - go crazy!" He thought frantically, feeling that the trap was squeezing his heart.

Catherine looked with interest at the interlocutor Luba.

- This is my friend Catherine.

He kissed the girl's hand:

- I understand you are best friends?

- Yes. Fate brought us together within the walls of the university.

- Excuse me ...