“January fifteenth,” Sasha declared with unshakable confidence, although there had been no talk of any dates between them before. He threw his hand on the back of Luda’s chair and turned around to her, slightly bowing her head and looking at the girl’s face, as if making a call to her and checking if she dared to object to him.

Luda did not dare. A man's leg touched her leg under the table, and from this intimate touch, she seemed to be shocked by the current. Only the view could not be served. The places of bruises on the buttocks were terribly agitating the whole evening, but now this pain was especially making itself felt, because its controlling look commanded to obey. From the side, of course, it seemed that he was simply admiring his bride. There was a dreamy smile on his lips. He felt himself the owner, the master of the situation, a darling of fate, and in general almost the owner of the house in which he was. How did it enrage her ... Why does nobody besides her notice his hypocrisy?

- Wow! Congratulations guys! - immediately responded brother.

- At last ..., - mom raised her eyebrows in surprise. - There is only catastrophically short time to organize something spectacular, but we will see what can be done.

- Yes, you do not worry, Irina Stepanovna, - Sasha responded immediately, - I have already organized something here. Luda and I want to do it all ourselves, if you don't mind.

- Actually against! - categorically exclaimed energetic lady, who was about to be ready to deprive her favorite activity. - What can you know about such things? And I have friends all over Moscow. In addition, there must be a taste.

Luda involuntarily grinned at the edge of her lips, although there was no laughing matter in her soul. All this happened to her, as if in a dream.

- And where are you going on honeymoon? - somehow gruntingly discontentedly, the dad asked.

- Of course, to Italy. Luda always wanted to go there.

“Excuse me,” Luda interrupted her fiancé on the last word with a weak half-whisper. - I don't feel well. I'll go to myself.

- to spend you? - Sasha asked politely when she got up. He caught her wrist and touched her palm with his thumb. Goose bumps ran across his hand, remnants of what he had been doing to her recently.

- Not worth it.

- Italy is certainly a good choice in this situation. But is it not better to postpone the wedding to spring or summer? - did not slow down the mother. - What is the point of driving horses like that?

- Well, how ... love, how can! - it was not without sarcasm that Roman inserted, and it was only here that insight came to Luda, that, perhaps, Roma had every reason to hate the man who fully took his place in the heart of his father.

“So the idea is to marry in the winter and get to the Venice Carnival for the honeymoon,” Sasha politely retorted, releasing the girl’s hand.

Wrong walking away from the room, Luda shook her head, never ceasing to be surprised at what she heard. Behind her, enthusiasm for such a wonderful idea was already pouring out, the dates of the trip, the names of hotels, restaurants, the weather in Italy at this time of year, and other nonsense were discussed. Of course, Sasha knew about her old dreams, but ... but she had no idea that he was planning something like that ... And did he even plan? It all seemed like some kind of strange, hastily made-up provocation. Only it is not clear for the sake of what, because all this is not a joke ...

The girl went up to her room. This world still belonged only to her, although Sasha, it happened, and invaded it roughly and cynically. Sometimes this world reminded her of a dollhouse — golden monograms, delicate white and blue textiles, floral patterns, soft toys ...She slowly, as if in oblivion, approached the carved dressing table, sat down on the edge of the padded stool, upholstered in soft blue silk and decorated with white lace on the edge of the seat, and stared into the mirror, almost not knowing where she was and what she saw in front of her. How did it happen that she did not manage her own life at all? She put on the hood of the dress - on the top of the head now two black sharp cat ears were sticking out. “Slabachka,” she made a mental verdict, but she could no longer cry. She got up, turned her back to the mirror, lifted her skirt, squinting in pain, carefully lowered her pantyhose and panties and examined the traces of the blows with rods on the buttocks. He whipped her with all the dope, so that blood already appeared in several places, but then he was especially careful not to hurt his bruises, and got up with her that Luda even now reddened at the memories of that. He always knew how to anticipate her desires - and thus drove her crazy. But ... much more than it really is ...

Luda went to the door and clicked the lock. Then pulled off her pantyhose and, without pulling on her panties, fell on her stomach across the soft bed. Silk pads fell to the floor with a soft rustling, but Luda did not lift them. Her thoughts filled the memories.

***

They met Sasha on the day of her eighteenth birthday. Then dad did not stint on luxury. Who would have thought that such delights were acquired for money junk up in the garbage business, which could not be better to confirm that the money does not smell. They invited a bunch of relatives and friends of the family, father's partners, as well as all her girlfriends. It was decided to organize the holiday outside the city, in their own home - an elite catering company was hired for this. In the garden, airy white gazebos were set up in the form of tents under a canopy of light translucent curtains, tables were laden with exquisite dishes, all were decorated with fresh flowers, balloons and ribbons, most of the dishes were ordered in the restaurant, although Lyuda herself tried to show off her culinary abilities - she prepared delicious tartlets with yoghurt-mango mousse.

Having uttered a toast, the father called her to him and handed her a small box with a gift, which included the keys to the brand new Mazda RX-8. Luda could hardly contain her delight, especially when Dad pointed out the entrance gates. They solemnly parted to the side, and there, on the driveway, stood her sparkling snow-white car. As it turned out later, the owner of the automobile salon brought him here, which in itself was already somewhat suspicious. When dad introduced his daughter, he explained no less strangely:

- This is my good friend, Alexander, Mila. I hope you get along.

After an unexpected guest handed her a huge magnificent white and pink bouquet of roses, callas and orchids, they were immediately left alone. Luda looked at the “friend” with undisguised amazement, if only because he looked like he was only about 27-30 years old, and he definitely didn’t pull on a friend for her dad. However, apart from his age, he still looked quite respectable. His blue eyes, with a lazy languid look, and his whole face, read arrogance, absolute equanimity and complete confidence in each of his actions - true features of a hardened cynic and pragmatist who had already seen something in his life path and from all the scrape came out the winner.

“I would never have thought that papa could have such young friends,” cockingly bowing her head to one side and smiling sweetly, Luda gave out exactly what she was thinking. Her silky curls tickled her bare shoulders - she was wearing an open cocktail dress, light, blue, with a tight corset and crinoline. A little bit more, and it could have been considered vulgar, but her natural beauty and tenderness smoothed the outright pretentiousness of the Barbie girl style.

- Your father flattered me, calling me his friend. He just wanted to bring us together, - the young man repaid her with straightforwardness for straightforwardness.His voice was hoarse and low, his timbre pleasantly tickled his nerves.

- Oh, that's how it is! - Luda laughed a little naughty, reddening to the ears of pleasure. “Do you believe in pimping success?”

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