Alyona and Inga interrupted their caresses and sat down quietly on the couch. Alyona, having a little breath, said:

- Midnight. Now you have the right to touch one of us and stay completely alone with her for one hour. When you wake up in the morning, you can touch any or all of us. And not necessarily one. But your touch is permission for the person you touch to touch you for half an hour. Everywhere to touch, but without violating your virginity. To take advantage of whether your permission is right there or not - this is already decided by the one to whom you allow your touch.

“And if I touch you both now?” I do not want to choose between you. I want to be with you both.

I made an eloquent gesture, as if hugging the immensity. Alena flicked her eyelashes and looked at me intently. Her closed knees for a second dispersed to the sides, clearly showing the lovely outlines of the lower abdomen and the Delightful Skladochka.

“Please don't do this.” Now it will be a violation of persuasion on your part. Starting this morning, this restriction will no longer apply to you. And you are free to choose already touching and two, and three, and so on. If, of course, it will be interesting to you.

“Can I be with you both tonight?” Alain looked at Inga. Inga sat on the edge of the table, putting her leg on the leg and, as it were, swaying it in time with the speaker. The thin strap of a smooth, transparent shirt slipped from her shoulder, the top of the shirt fell down and opened the wonderful pear breast-pear almost completely. She replied: "Is that really too late?" Then she reached into the drawer of the dresser, opened it, and drew a pair of stockings and round lace garters.

- I have an evening performance today. The audience is unlikely to let me go before half past nine, or even ten. Well, I also need some time to move away from the play.

Inga opened another drawer, took out her bra and panties.

- Theater is an interchange of energy between actors and spectators. Usually, the viewer ass gives me more energy than I give to the viewers. But it happens the other way around. Here you will not tell in advance. So I can only decide when I return home after the play. ”

Inga turned her back on those sitting in the room and began to dress quickly and decisively. Alena summed up: “Well, in general, until the evening we do not think of anything. There you will see what and how. We all enjoy pleasant dreams in our bedchairs ... ”

In the morning, Alyona woke me up saying: “Get up, zonya. And then you’ll oversleep all the beauty of Petrova's hail! ”I threw away the cover, but did not get up right away. She also lay down for some time, confused by her nudity, the weak St. Petersburg sun and the portraits that once lived in this apartment of people. Standing under the shower, I changed the water several times from unbearably hot to unbearably cold, directing the cutting trickles of water to my most sensitive places.

When I went to the kitchen, everyone was sitting grandly at the table. I wished said good morning to all. After that, she smacked on Alexander's cheek first, then Alain, and sat down at her place. Alyona and Denis looked at each other significantly.

At breakfast, I was asked what I want to see today. I replied that I wanted to see Gatchina and Pavlovsk, but I do not know where to start.

“I advise from Pavlovsk,” Alexandra interposed, “this is a truly private space, without a fake play on the impression of an outside public. I adore Pavlovsk. Especially in early October, as it is now. It is a pity that today is not a day off.And then I would love to make you company.

- And what is your impression of Gatchina?

- Gatchina is a strange, irrational, mysterious place. It attracts precisely the passion of the spirit of medieval chivalry. Pavel I as a Russian ruler can be treated differently. But you don’t exactly reproach him with the banality of his train of thought. Cockroaches in his head occasionally had a stormy and rich life. It seems to me that in Gatchina his cockroaches had a wake, and in Pavlovsk the cockroaches went to bed.

- Pavlovsk is a family nest. And Gatchina is a masculine place, militant in spirit. So the contrast of impressions is guaranteed for you, ”commented Alain.

After breakfast, Denis (as he put it) asked me for a personal audience. We went to his office.

- I would like, my dear young lady, to explain. But not in love. I am fascinated by you, but not in love at all. Do not worry about it. I would like to explain yesterday’s behavior at the end of your, so to speak, show with Inga.

- Well, it is very interesting for me to find out that you are so clairvoyant to my account.

- I'm not clairvoyant. A clairvoyant is a person who can, in his own discretion, by a certain psychotechnical device, enter the mental space by himself. I can not and do not want to go into the astral himself. Here the key word for understanding is “himself”. I do not enter myself - someone opens it to me. Without asking me whether I want it or not. Opens for a minute or two. And then this window is shut for me. Sometimes for years. Here is the previous case before you was three years ago. I then had a very acute situation in business: “Either pan, or disappeared.” And there was simply no reliable information for making a decision. All information was so unsteady and disequilibrium. And for some reason I suddenly opened this window. While it was open, I managed to ask questions tormenting me and received answers to them. I trusted these answers and saved my business. If it were not for this strange and inexplicable “help from above”, we wouldn’t have spoken to you right now in this six-room apartment.

- And who is this “someone” that helped you “from above”?

- I do not know and do not even want to try to find out. I will cite such a parallel, dear young lady. In the beliefs of the Siberian peoples of the Khanty and Mansi wolf is the embodiment of magical power. In general, pagans around the world of their totem animals are always referred to as the Animal Force. The strength that the totem can give both to the pagan and deprive him of it, depending on his attitude towards him personally at the moment. So: the Khanty and Mansi do not call a wolf a wolf. They say: "He-Who-It-Is-Call-In-Name." In my case, something like that.

- Why does this someone let you to hidden information?

- For me, this is a mystery. I don’t pray to him, I don’t ask him anything, I don’t bring him shamanistic victims, I don’t count on help from him. Besides, I am far from being a righteous man to favor me from above. True, I have one working hypothesis of explanation.

- I wonder what?

- If you ask me, what ability distinguishes me from other business people, I would say that this is a talent for integration, a talent for combining into a whole. To combine unequal elements into unity, so that in this union a new quality arises and an effect is created that far exceeds the sum of the effects of each individual element. This is only in abstract arithmetic, two plus two will always be four. But in reality, elements combined into a combination can both extinguish and reinforce each other. And two and two may end up, for example, sixteen. Or maybe even a negative value. All previous cases of your appearance when a window “from above” was opened to me, were somehow taking place at the moments when I considered such powerful reinforcing combinations that create a new reality.

- Then it turns out that I - a possible component of some of your reinforcing combination. And how do you read this information from Astrala?

- First comes the feeling that the window has opened. As if you find yourself in such a “ringing silence” the aggravation of all the senses. And at this point, you can ask questions, but only those that require an extremely short, one-syllable answer. After asking the question immediately comes the feeling of the answer “Yes”, or the feeling of the answer “No”, or the feeling of the answer “Maybe.” And then, after some question ...