We drove into the cottage village, on both sides of the road, there were solid houses. Diman and his "bride" rode in front, I followed, driving up to one of the houses, Dmitry signaled, the gate opened and we stopped. Then it finally dawned on me - now for sure, there is no way back, the performance has begun.

Dima got out of the car and, like a true gentleman, opened the door and extended his hand to Vick, I parked, away from the gate. We were met by Olya, Dmitri's sister.

- Hi, my dear brother! - with a sincere smile, Olga rushed to her brother and hugged him tightly.
- How many you and I have not seen, completely forgot about me? - Olya added and immediately switched to Vika - Who is this charming beauty? - Olga asked, continuing to glow smile.
“This is Victoria, my future wife,” Dmitry answered with a smile and embraced his bride.
- I'm Olya, sister of this okhlamon! - Olga laughed and hugged Vika, kissed her on the cheek.

I was standing behind and did not know how to behave ... the phrases said by Dmitry, regarding my Vicky, excited me ... "My future wife" ... also embraced her, you bastard!

- And this, as I understand it, Andrew? - Olga asked, turning in my direction, thereby returning me from my reflections.
“Yes, my best friend,” said Diman, showing a hand gesture, stretching his thumb up.
“I am Olga, as you already understood, his sister,” Olga came up to me and extended her hand.
“Very nice,” I replied, and instead of shaking hands, I kissed Olga’s hand.
- Oh, what a gallant man! - with a laugh said Olga.
- How can such a beauty, be a sister, such a dunce? Are you kidding me? - I continued, laughing.

Actually, I would not say that, I wanted to hurt my wife, for the way she calmly reacted to the words and hugging Diman. Rather, because she took everything calmly and outwardly was pleased with everything, she stood - blinking in a smile. During the compliment I said regarding Olga, I looked at my wife - her smile changed to a “misunderstanding” grimace with a slightly narrowed look.

“Yes, he is,” Vika answered suddenly, picking up the baton of the “verbal battle,” after her words, everyone laughed.
“Take things from the cars and go to the house,” Olga commanded, and added “It's getting colder.”

Taking things out of the cars, we went to the side of the house, Olya walked in front, leading everyone behind her, showing and talking about buildings in her section. Immediately behind her was a “couple”, Diman carried two bags, his own and his bride, Vika just walked alongside, and I walked behind.

- This is what else for that ?! - a little behind Dima and her sister, my wife told me, slightly slapping my ass.
- Revenge! - I blurted out laughing.
- Well, well ... see me, gentleman! - With a malicious smile, the wife answered and added step, catching up with Dima. She immediately took it by the hand, turned her head back in my direction and showed me her tongue.
- Oh, you bitch! - I whispered under my breath.

I will describe the territory of the site, the area was a hundred, 15, it was located two-storey house, I would say - medium in size, compared with the neighboring houses. On the territory there was a major garage for several cars, a street gazebo, a bath in front of the pool, the house itself and a bunch of flower beds, everything was decorated with taste.
Briefly describe Olga - a charming, burning brunette with curls on her head. For her age, she looks amazing, she is tall, slightly taller than Vika. The constitution is slim, slightly larger than my wife, but her butt is slightly larger, but it looks very harmonious with the chest of the third size. She met us, in a beautiful evening dress, black and very harmoniously matching with this dress - shoes. By the way she dresses and looks, it was obvious that Olya was keeping an eye on herself, keeping herself in great shape and enjoying great popularity among men, God forbid that at her age, all the ladies take care of themselves so much.

Going up the porch for Olya, we were in the house.

- Welcome to my property! - with a smile on her face, said Olga and added - Now, I will show you everything.

We were met - a spacious hallway, in which we threw off our shoes, right from the hallway, I caught the disturbing aroma of food coming from the kitchen. Still, homemade food - no comparison, with food from a roadside cafe.

“There is a kitchen / dining room, a guest lounge here (with a huge TV on the wall), a staircase to the second floor,” the landlady showed us along with us.
“Here is a guest room, opposite the shower and toilet,” going to the right of the stairs, opening the doors, showed Olya and added - the last door, behind the toilet, is the entrance to the basement, there are laundry and room / dryer.
- Andrei, you will stay in this room. It is not big, but rather cozy, - said Olga, entering the guest room. The room was really not large, but it had everything needed, a bed, air conditioning, a bedside table, a small closet, a chest of drawers, and a TV was installed opposite the bed on the wall. I left my bag on the floor, by the bed and moved on, hoping that the room of the "young" would be near.
- Here are the changes! Well done sis, so redid everything! - began to admire Diman.
- It has long been so! How many of you were not there then ?! - answered Olya and led us back to the side of the ladder.
- Here, the second room for guests, but these days, a guest in it, I will stay. - with a malicious smile said Olya, showing a hand to the door, located on the other side of the stairs, and began to rise to the second floor. We went after ...
Despite the fact that I silently walked behind Olya and the “couple”, I felt cold in my heart, because, according to Olya, it became clear that my brother and my wife, she plans to settle separately, on the second floor.
“The second floor, I completely redid it,” said the hostess, climbing the stairs. Upstairs, we stood in a small corridor, having a direction in three directions.
“Here is a billiard room, a bar and karaoke — leading to one of the rooms, Olya told,” right behind them, a bathroom and a toilet, ”she added.
- Here is a lounge, with access to an open terrace. Here, it is very cool to sit and think about life - leading the hostess, she continued to tell. The room was quite cozy and not crowded, there were two small sofas, of rather funny shape, and a tea table between them. On the sides of the room were flowers in large pots standing on the floor.
“And here is the shrine of the house,” Olga laughed, leading us to the third direction from the corridor.
“And here is the marital bed,” Olga giggled, opening the door to the room. The room had just a huge bed and in general was furnished better than the rest, it is immediately clear that the bedroom of the hostess and her husband.
“This weekend, this is your room,” Olga said and broke into a smile.
- Well ... nevertheless, this is your room, can we settle down below? - not very confident tone, said Diman.
- Stop doing that! And do not even think about objecting! I would even put my brother, with such a bride, into a guest room. And finish this argument! - with a very confident tone in her voice, Olga replied, pointing the index finger of her hand at her brother.

To say that I was a little shocked means to say nothing ... Diman - you bastard, there was no persuasion about such a thing! They will live separately on the floor and my room is located under the billiard room, and this is the opposite side of the house! In addition, a ladder from the second floor, passes by his sister's room ... and how interesting, for me for the night, my wife will come, as it was originally, was according to the plan ... this cretin ?! Dima's sister also had some sort of conversation, she spoke so authoritatively and confidently that she didn’t argue with her, you can say - the leader in life.

- So, guys, put yourself in order, after the road. And after about forty minutes, go downstairs to dinner, ”said Olya, and went out of the couple’s room.

I stayed on the spot, wanting to hold an explanatory conversation with our "inventor", but it was not there ...

- Andrew, what are you got up, eh? - turning in my direction, ...