12.00 - the last second changes everything: four numbers in the corner of the monitor, the speed of thought, the concentration of juice in the stomach.
Office plankton rises, as if on cue, and in friendly rows rushes into the dining room.
We run like cockroaches through the dark catacombs of the former military plant: a corridor, an elevator with a dying lamp, another corridor, a light at the end of the tunnel, and here we are at the feeder.
I cook in a gray mass of hungry people, waiting for my turn. Suddenly our eyes meet. She angrily turns away, I pretend to smile at the corner of my lips.

I call it "FIFA." Once our paths crossed. You see, I didn’t miss it at the entrance to the front when I was pushed in the back. We collided and almost stuck in the turntable. Then she could only retreat. The condemning “tsok” loudly sounded at the back of my head and put an end to our non-verbal relations forever.
Now every time I shy before her eyes. Well, how much can you be offended?
Fifa - fashionista, heels, skirt, hat - all as on selection. Orange, like a goldfish, shawl, unusual baubles-hairpin. The girl is serious, the teacher of male hearts. Br-rr ...
After lunch, I go to a stall on the ground floor to raise self-esteem. There are books - hits of sales. I read the first page, I am glad that it is written badly. My unpublished written much better, and unwritten - and even more so.
Satisfied happy cockroach returning to the machine through the catacombs. The dark corridor — even though it’s an eye out — ends with a saving elevator button.

I click. The elevator arrives, the doors open: in front of me is a black box.
Suddenly, alright. The lamp still died. It's good that at least the buttons are highlighted.
Someone trudging along the corridor, will have to give a lift.
- The light still went out? - sounds a female voice from the dark.
- Yes, it still went out.
- Well, okay ... - she is indecisively marking time in front of the elevator. Seconds before the crash.
- Are you afraid to go?
- No, I just think that you can get stuck, - vigorously steps into the elevator and clicks on the fifth floor.

The doors close, the elevator moves off. The true meaning of her words does not immediately reach me. Burcu from the corner:
- And I did not ask you, are you afraid of me or not.
We are already passing the third floor, when suddenly the elevator stops.
- What, stuck? - scared she says.
“We’ll find out now,” I gently pull my hand to the buttons so that, God forbid, don’t touch it.
I click everything. The elevator does not respond. I feel for the call operator. I restrain laughter, including Winnie the Pooh in the toilet:
“Hey, is anyone at home?” I ask, hey, is anyone at home?
- What do you mean, funny? - strictly she cuts.
- Yes, - I really am very funny. Plankton packed.
- Now I'm afraid of you.

***
“I immediately recognized you,” she laughs.
- Yes? I wonder how?
“By voice,” the FIFA coquettishly whispers a skirt in the dark, only the hairpin glitters. “It’s good that I’m stuck in the elevator with you, and not with some block.”
- I, too, chump, you just do not see my face in the dark.
She is laughing.
- Well, what are you chump? I have never laughed so much in my life as here with you.
- You are overexcited from fear.
“I’m not afraid of you,” her voice sounds mysteriously, it contains the hunter’s excitement. This is a frank challenge to flirt duel.
- And I did not say that you should be afraid of me.
- I have to?

***
“God, I don’t want to be found,” she whispers in such desperation that I don’t find the words to console her. The loneliness of an angry dog ​​howls behind the doors of this elevator, and here in the velvety darkness we are completely safe.
“How I missed you,” I whisper back, stroking her on the head.
I asked Dasha - that is the name of the fifu - forgiveness, said I regret that I did not do this before. And she forgave. She is not proud at all, and she is not a fig. Fashionista - yes, but not fifa. And her piercing shots with her eyes meant something completely different. What a fool I am!
Suddenly the elevator gets under way, arrives at the fourth floor. Doors open, before cracking eyes filled with daylight black case of happiness.

***
12. 00 - the last second changes everything: four digits in the corner of the monitor, the speed of thought, the understanding that this will never happen again. I go down behind Dasha to the fifth floor, we go to the stairs, holding hands, and laugh merrily. This is a big hook, but we like to perform this ritual every day.
In the dining room I meet eyes with fifa. I mentally thank her for the fact that she is, that she talisman broke into my life.
She, too, is no longer angry with me, smiles mysteriously. In her new look is curiosity and respect.
- Who is it? - Dasha asks, noticing the fifu.
- Yes, yes. Familiar one.