Probably, the collected percentage of votes suited the federal candidate and his “Politburo”, because after two or three months I and some other members of his team were asked to help the regional candidate.

On that day, the ZAC candidate sent me to the registry office, pick up some documents. The visitors were launched into the office two by two, and I was not at all distressed when the manager took it into his head to quite pathetically introduce us:

- Oh, what people! You together, no? And then I look, Muscovites have come. We are not acquainted? Strange ... Well meet. This is Comrade "Ivanov", a famous specialist, he helps Comrade Petrov and Comrade Sidorov - our deputies. And this comrade of “Fedorov”, an excellent student and a beautiful Oksana, our graduate and pride, works in the Olympic Committee, prepares the Sochi Olympics, by the way. And we are not bored, know that!
- Teh Mash, all of you are again confused! - Oksana is embarrassed after the exchange of standard “Very nice”. - And at all I do not work in the Olympic Committee.

- But are you building facilities for Sochi?
- So far, we are just designing.
- You see, how modest she is! - Aunt Masha Oksana praises, as if the bride to be married.

And Oksana, I will tell you directly, is good and without extolations. Slim, tall, beautiful, young. Glasses in elegant frames add intelligence (oh, I should have put on my hat), he behaves calmly and calmly.

Although the queue for us was not excessive, Oksana and I, after receiving our papers, refused the proposed tea and coffee and went outside.

- If you are not in a hurry, let's sit in a cafe, Oksana? - I suggested. - Do you really do something in Sochi? Probably an interesting job?
- Well, - Oksana calmly agrees, without zeal and without indulgence, - let's sit. Are you really a political consultant, an expert in black and white PR? Love your job?

... Leaving the cafe, we were already on “you”, I called her Ksyu, I knew that Ksyusha could also, but in no case should she be singing “Ksyusha, Ksyusha, a plush skirt,” that she graduated from architecture in Moscow, works in a joint-stock company, which legally broke away from a specialized research institute, whose owner managed to seize a contract for several sports facilities for Sochi-2014. I also frankly confessed to her that Aunt Masha had messed up in my case, exaggerating both my influence on the outcome of the elections, and the Moscow registration, for carrying a team with metropolitan appetites around the regions would not suffice any “party gold.”

I will not lie that I was kindled to her with passion at the moment of acquaintance and immediately felt a reciprocal desire. Ksyu was sweet and friendly, sociable and restrained, I wished her the way a 40-year-old man could wish a 25-year-old girl: for the very fact of novelty, beautiful appearance and young body. But there was a lack of some kind of zest, initial push, refraction of the situation from a different angle, so that I wanted her, this particular girl Xu, brightly and vigorously, to want to kiss her lips and caress her body, to actively engage her seduction and direct demonstration of her desire for me, and would not be limited to a lazy statement of a hypothetical thought: “Eh ... good! Fuck you ... but do not give the same! ".

But in the evening, with nothing to do, I called her. Initially, they talked about nothing, then somehow the housing issue arose. Xu said that she rents an apartment with a colleague.

- She also came to Moscow from afar? - I asked, referring to a colleague.
“This is not her, this is him,” she simply replied.

Op-pa! Incomprehensible and unfounded jealousy pricked my heart. “Hm, it means there lives with a guy, but here he runs the cafes, smiles, smiles with charms, seduces adult men” - one part of consciousness cried.“Calm down, cave savage! - answered her another. - What is the century in the yard? How does she seduce you? What's wrong with that - in a cafe to sit and on the phone potryndet? They live for themselves a guy with a girl, young, beautiful, funny, well, yes, and fuck be healthy, and you do not care, green grapes, right? Maybe they will get married later, they give birth to children, it is necessary to rejoice in such normal relations, and not to mutter! ”

Having asked for some other nonsense, I again come back to the topic that for some reason is bothering me:
- Will you marry him later, Ksyu?
- Who - with him?
“Well, with this guy you live with.”
- Why on earth? - She answers a bit confused, and then suddenly understands and laughs. - Yes, you did not understand me, well, you give! I do not live with him! Well, that is, I live, but I'm not his girlfriend. And he is not my boyfriend. We just rent one apartment for two. I live in my room, he - in his. So cheaper and more convenient, understand? We are colleagues and neighbors, not a bride and groom.

The situation sketched by Ksyu unexpectedly aroused me, gave me room for fantasies and speculation. Not in the communal, but in the most ordinary two-room apartment live boy and girl. Not lovers and civil spouses, just neighbors. But each of them has the right to their own personal life. So everyone has the right to bring a partner, and the other, willy-nilly, but somehow observes the intimate life of a neighbor. How the couple went home, how they cooed in the hallway, who followed whom (or together) visited the bathroom, how long they stayed in solitude, what sounds were heard from there, how they were reinforced by sandwiches or drank tea and coffee in the common kitchen.

I thought about how the girl of her neighbor looked at Ksyu, because they could not help but collide within the general living space. Didn't she think that now she was leaving, and her boyfriend would be left alone with her young and pretty neighbor, did she feel jealous, completely natural in such a situation? And, just as Ksyushin could, the boy, knowing about the peculiarities of her living, was not jealous and trusted in her loyalty, did he have any desire to rent an apartment himself and live separately with his girlfriend?

In general, that night after the telephone conversation passed in my semi-si-semi-erotic dreams. It seemed to me that I was not even a guy, but Xu's husband, and was forced to put up with the probability of cheating on his wife because of his disastrous financial situation and penny benefit, and the candidate was the one to blame for failing to pay the promised remuneration. It seemed that I was the very neighbor living with her, for some reason in a dream, being not a colleague of Xu, but a student, alternately fucking their student girlfriends in the afternoon, brought in by Ksyuha from her friends in the evenings, and of course, Xu herself. Well, the next ugly thought crept into the morning according to the law of meanness, which turns cool orgies into a nightmare with the desire to wake up quickly - allegedly Xu is not only a neighbor, but my sister as well.

The last thought before the awakening was: “I will go pick a face for a candidate for deputy, how dare this scumbag insult my sister”. The first thought after waking up was: “Is there money? Yes. Ksyu me sister? Not. We must fuck her.

From the side, probably, it looked ridiculous. An adult man went scattered all day, obviously not thinking about work, but how to gain a few seconds to exchange SMS messages, and a few minutes to get in touch with some kind of soplyushechkoy. That sweetly coo with her gentle dove, then angrily roared with rolling thunder. So calmly and kindly, listening to my lyrical outpourings without laughter and irony, answering without anger and addiction to my frankly sexual questions, Xu allowed herself to be seduced. And in retrospect I can even assume that she herself very skillfully seduced me.

... Dinner at the restaurant inflamed me even stronger.Not as directly as when exchanging text messages and telephone conversations, but not hiding and not being embarrassed, thereby raising my excitement to the boiling point, Xu answered questions about her personal life just as calmly and indifferently. Sometimes it even seemed that she was slyly teasing me: where have you seen it so that the girl BEFORE the fuck talk ...