That will seize the muse by the throat - write and about this one! Why, why - does not bother, write and that's it! Caused the release of long-term memory in the operational events of about nine years ago, and the desire to share them with readers. So, go ahead!

Acquaintance with Lily (so I will call her, not Lily, but Lily, because her real name is similar to the name of the heroine of the Yakut Diary, but not identical) happened for most of my acquaintances is trivial - on a dating site. And I didn’t even understand what made me write to her, because her place of residence was Moscow (I live very far from the capital and usually don’t start a correspondence which, due to geographic distance, cannot be brought to a real meeting) there was (that is, there is no option of attraction by appearance), and there were no points about sex (and also not about sex) in her questionnaire. Simply - a woman of this age (age was indicated about 5 years younger than mine) meets a guy. It is possible that it was precisely this laconic and asceticism that attracted me, for even then residents of large cities and especially Muscovites tried to include more pictures in the questionnaire, and write something cleverly attractive so that the men would fly like moths to the light.

At that time I didn’t understand why she suddenly answered and correspondence started, because my profile of that period was just as concise (the guy acquainted with the girl, the age and region of residence are real, there are no more points). Later, of course, it became clear why she answered (I did not have planned trips to Moscow in the near future, and she apparently knew about her upcoming trip to us).

Not to say that the correspondence was intense and lengthy. Hi, how are you, how is the weather, what's new at work? Hi, everything is fine, the weather is excellent or terrible, at work, quiet or smooth! They exchanged phone numbers, but they didn’t get to talking or even sending SMS. She mentioned that in our administrative center - the city of Emsk - she has relatives, to whom she sometimes visits, but she did not give a clear answer to the question of how soon her next visit was foreseen.

Days after 10–15, after I got acquainted on the site, I was visiting some evening, my friends gathered to drink, chat, play cards, I received a text message from an unknown number of something like this “Hello! I am here. How are you doing, what's new? Without a signature. It is easy for you, the readers, to assume that it was a text message from Lily. And since I, on the one hand, knew her number, which was put on the phone’s contacts, and the message did not come from him, and on the other hand, she led the development of several other women and gave them her number without receiving a response, I didn’t present it at that moment that it is she.

As tactfully as possible in response, I greeted her, expressed joy at her arrival, and wondered who she was? The answer came, it seemed to me, somewhat in the offended tone of “Lily from Moscow”. Naturally, having arrived in our region, she changed the SIM card, not the phone, so she stayed with my number, but I didn’t know about the new number of our region.
On the way home, I called her. I thought that she would make it clear with intonation that she was offended at not recognizing, but the conversation was very cordial and friendly, as if old friends after a long separation were preparing to meet again, and not the first embarrassed repressed replicas, when you do not know what to talk to a stranger .

Emsk is not a distant Moscow, it’s only one and a half to two hours by car, and during the conversation I started delicately recognizing her plans for the coming days, rather transparently hinting that I could come, meet and have a nice time.She first thought about the next few days, she said that she had to go around all the relatives in Emsk (then I just found out that it turned out she was from our lands, only after school she left for Moscow, went to college, and so she stayed there) that is, there will be no time, and, I don’t know, there was insight or homework, she said, oh, I have relatives in your Ensk, I would like to see them too.

So that's great! We agree that when she arrives, she will write to me or call me, then we will decide the specific time and place of the meeting.

This conversation was in the evening whether it was Tuesday or Wednesday, and on Friday evening I received SMS: “I am in Ensk. Call me". I call back, and to be honest, I worry that she suddenly wants to meet right now, because it will be difficult and put down my absence at home, and reduce it in a cafe (think about what my friends are less likely to be today) and rent an apartment (and I still don’t know, she’s going to have sex or just a cafe). But since I called back instantly, on the contrary, she realized that I was ready for the meeting right now, and began to argue that she could not now, and was tired out of the way, and the relatives would not understand if she would immediately leave somewhere, and some other relatives promised to go and see her, but tomorrow morning, at least at 8 o'clock, she would be completely ready for the meeting.

Tomorrow is tomorrow, morning is morning, this completely suits me, but of course not 8 hours, but an hour later. At 8 I take my wife to work and junior to grandma, the elder himself goes to school, I still have time to call at one of my offices, make sure that the recently made software update is not malfunctioning, and at five minutes 9 I arrive at the entrance of the house, address whom she told me yesterday.

Test call
- Lily, hello! I arrived at the entrance waiting for you. The car of a certain color numbers such and such.
- Hi, DD! Yes, I’m going down already.
And to someone else, a replica of “Well, I went” before the end, that is, she was obviously ready and was waiting for my particular call to leave the apartment.

And here comes out of the entrance and approaching the car ... we can say the complete opposite of Lily from Yakutia is Lily from Moscow. Not a fiery lioness, but a boar of black hair. Not a magnificent beauty from Kustodiev’s canvases, but a charming stranger by Kramsky. Elegant wardrobe in black and white, a little silver (or platinum, I do not understand, honestly) jewelry, makeup emphasizes beauty, soft white skin of the face and hands, confident look of an attractive and intelligent woman, but of course, some fear with caution, for it is understandable, conversations and messages in turn, and personal acquaintance is another matter.

The first personal greetings, the first look in the eyes, the first smile. I do not dare to kiss her, the devil knows whether the car is visible from the balcony, and how she (or her relatives) can react to such familiarity, but lightly stroke her hand and turn on the ignition.

Lily's first question, as soon as the car pulled out from the yard into the street:
- DD, can I smoke in the car?
- You can, of course, smoke. But we will come home now, with coffee it will be just better.
“I'll smoke a cup of coffee, too,” smiles the mischievous smile of a not respectable woman, but of a high school student who has reached the forbidden fruit, and takes a pack of cigarettes from her purse.

Allow lyrical digression. I had a friend Uncle Andrew. A real man! A builder by profession, a BAM plotter and an explorer of virgin lands, a fisherman and a hobby hunter, a terrible fighter in the men's company, and a gentle grandfather with grandchildren. He began smoking from homeless post-war childhood, and he smoked 2-2.5 packs of Prima cigarettes per day until his death. He died, of course, from lung cancer, because he had no other diseases or ills in his entire life.

You already understood the title of the story and the first Lilina replica, what is it for? That's right, Lily was an ardent smoker.Not "Prima", of course, but some ladies' cigarettes in a thin pack, the smoke of which smells like air, not tobacco, but nonetheless. For 10 minutes, which I needed to get from the house of her relatives to ours, she smoked 2 cigarettes. As soon as I moved the coffee table to the sofa on which she sat down, ...