Petrovich thought that everything was with me, and the moment was right to bow out:

“We'll figure everything out, Viktor Alekseevich,” he stood up and pulled me by the sleeve, “in the evening I will report.”

I readily climbed, mentally thinking the shortest route to the toilet.

- And then there is this ... - Alekseevich somehow strangely examined my figure, - the governor is not a simple person ... And rather eccentric. Len, you are ...

It even seemed to me that sympathy flashed in his eyes. But then Petrovich intervened:

“Lena is an experienced girl, Viktor Alekseevich,” he again tugged at my sleeve, hurrying to push me out of the office, as if fearing that everything might fall apart, “she will cope with EVERYTHING.

He emphasized the word, looking askance at his boss. I may not be Einstein, but the girl is not stupid, and I did not like this final act. Coming out of the office, accompanied by the professor's fingers poking at the back, I opened my mouth to ask him a couple of uncomfortable questions, but I remembered in time that my body now has more pressing matters. Well, it will wait.

Petrovich guarded me outside the ladies' toilet without a twinge of conscience, until I did my work, and did not heed my admonitions that I could then go to him myself. As soon as I got out of there, he dragged me to his chair, where he had been rummaging around in his notes for a long time until he found the phone of the organizer. While his knobby fingers were picking at pieces of paper, I remembered that I wanted to ask him something:

- Mikhail Petrovich, what else did the rector want to tell me about the governor? - I shrewdly stared at his bald spot, as he did not deign to raise his head, continuing to shake up a pile of documents on the table.

- BUT? What? ... And here he is! - he handed me a piece of paper - when you call, be sure to dial me.

Pretending that he had fulfilled his mission, Petrovich rose from the table and turned to the coffee machine on the shelf. Baldness in my field of vision was replaced by a skinny ass in shabby trousers. I was not satisfied with such a change:

- Mikhail Petrovich, what else did the rector want to tell me about the governor? - it seemed to me that if the question sounded the same twice, then it would be harder to get rid of it.

After visiting the local toilet, a pleasant relaxation spread over my body, the old chair under the booty was soft, and I was ready to spend as much time here as it took to find out what I wanted.

Petrovich, having left attempts to separate a plastic cup from a pack of fellows, turned irritably towards me:

- Yes, nothing like that! Well, yes - the governor is a difficult man. Power spoils people and all that. You yourself know all this, so why ask!

- It seemed to me that Alekseevich wanted to say something more concrete to me, - I thoughtfully curled a curl on the pencil from the head of the head of the department, with pleasure watching Petrovich’s face blush with anger.

- You have misunderstood it! There is nothing more to tell. Well, yes, he is a man. You - uh ... - I raised an eyebrow in question, - LJ ... girl ...

From his awkwardness, he simply bored:

“Perhaps he will ... show some attention to you.” Not for me to tell you how to act in such situations!

“This is yes,” I muttered to myself. As far as I knew, Petrovich was a staunch bachelor and feared women like fire.

Basically, I thought so. I just needed to hear confirmation of my guesses. I climbed out of the chair, pulling back my skirt.

- Uh ... So you this ... Everything is in force? - Petrovich, waiting for my sentence, froze in a stupid pose with a pack of plastic cups in his hands.

“Of course,” I shrugged, and proudly withdrew, hearing the familiar sound of a lowered ball behind my back. I was not at all intimidated by the prospect of "manifestation of attention" on the part of a person like the governor.What a sin to conceal - I was even flattered that it was I who was chosen for this “small but responsible mission”. I didn’t realize very clearly what all this could lead to, but in my imagination everything was cool and gorgeous. With my boyfriend, I decided not to share these details of the mission ahead of me just in case.

I did not expect anything like that from this acquaintance. But, you see, cool to know that you will dance with the governor. Vague images of the upcoming success loomed in my fragile student consciousness. The girls from the group began to bully if they caught a guy with a normal car, and here it is! Are these two old men seriously afraid that I will refuse ?! What should I be afraid of? Well, he will not be enough for me to ass in front of cameras and a few hundred people! Yes, if they take it, it doesn't matter. I am accustomed to this business.

In general, the forthcoming instructions did not cause me much concern. In addition, from the office of the head of the department, I went straight home - like "call up with the organizer." According to my estimates, with such an excuse in the near future in the university could not appear at all. I'm getting ready to dance, you know, and that's it!

Vitalik, my boyfriend, in general, I still told about all these matters. He did not care. With the organizer - a lively girl of my age - I phoned and clarified everything. Well, how is “everything”? ... Besides what was written in the program, she herself could not tell me anything. The organization is top notch. I honestly reported this valuable information to the authorities. Petrovich absently chewed his lip and waved his hand. Since I gave my consent to the sacrificial dance with Casanova the governor, they have lost interest in the rector and have gone deep into the preparations for their own solo parts.

On the day of "X" I put on a beautiful white dress with a cut on the chest, just above the knees (in the sense, not the cut just above the knees, but it itself ... well, you understand). It looked quite elegant and chaste, while emphasizing the figure. Little tinker with bras. Everything that I had under this dress was seductively sticking out of the neckline with its lace. In discos looked great, but here is a bit out of topic. As a result, I decided not to wear it at all - the fabric on the dress is quite dense and I should not shock anyone with protruding nipples. White shoes with heels to match the dress, borrowed from one friend, a similar handbag from another. Here, in principle, and all the preparation. Make-up is homemade, after all - not a wedding!

The organizer already in the morning, in a hysterical voice, demanded that I arrive at the “show” one hour before the start. And now, I, sitting in the far row in the assembly hall, in the company of unspeakable boredom, watched as they prepare the stage and completely unjustifiably mewled a dress. Well, do not wait for me standing. Literally a few minutes before the start, when the hall was already filled with a herd of students and teachers brought here, I was finally given the nuances. It turned out that at the very beginning, at the entrance to the hall, I, on behalf of the uni, hand over a symbolic friendship wreath to the governor, who at the end of the concert will have to stand up with him on the stage, and work on peace-friendship-cud. Somewhere between the beginning and the end, that same dance was planned, but when exactly, I didn’t enter. Okay! We will understand the situation.

The governor, Korablev Mikhail Evgenievich, arrived with a polite delay of a quarter of an hour, accompanied by a retinue of mixed officials from the city administration and uni. Among the strained faces, the rector and the red loomed with a tense, frozen smile. The governor was surrounded by an aura of power. A fleshy face with spiky eyes under a gray head of hair was trying to cope with an unusual function - to smile. He was about sixty. From his image on zomboyaschiku he was no different.

I, though I treated everything that happens with a fair amount of pofigism, shook a little, and with a wreath I was pushed out onto the path in front of him.Trying to smile nicely and barely discernible in the surrounding hum of the tambourine, the memorized phrase of a greeting, I gave him a wreath, prudently turning to the cameras sideways and holding the wreath, ...