The door knocked hard.

- What's wrong with you there? - the voice of Eugene sounded already anxious.

- All is well! - Annie's voice broke off a bit, giving out excitement, - We are already leaving.

Stas stopped breathing heavily.

Anya quickly tied her up with a wet towel, hid her underwear under it and, having slightly removed Stas, pushed the latch on the door, and flung it out.

- What did you do there? - Zhenya asked suspiciously.

- Oh, now I understand what a real steam room with a broom! - Anya shouted deliberately cheerfully, sitting gently in a chair so as not to accidentally drop her underwear, - Zhen, you should certainly learn from Stas the experience of a bath attendant.

“Yes, it was he who took it from me,” muttered Zhenya offendedly, “I just never floated you in full force.”

- Well, in vain! Let's drink more chtoli.

Anya slowly tsedila brandy from a glass, constantly throwing angry glances in the direction of a friend. From the pair seemed disheveled Stas.

“F-oh-oh ... heat ...” he breathed, “Zhenya, let's go for a smoke.” Take a beer with you.

When Stas followed Zhenya out into a small summer greenhouse, which was adapted for a smoking room in the winter, he heard Anya’s angry whisper outside the door:

- You're a fool, Katya! What the hell did you tell him?

The door closed. The guys silently lit cigarettes.

“Kholodin is here,” Zhenya cringed. Stas silently dragged on a cigarette, with a malicious smile looking his friend in the eye.

“Why are you looking like I owe you a hundred rubles,” Zhenya tried to joke, but Stas did not change his facial expressions at all. On the contrary, anger flashed in his eyes.

“More ...” he exhaled with smoke.

- What are you talking about?

“You don't know.”

- I do not know.

Stas sighed wearily and looked away.

- Tell me, how is it at all? Is it nice ?, he continued after a short silence.

- Yes, what's nice? What are you talking about?

- Fucking friend's wife nice?

Zhenya, with surprise, opened his mouth, and then tiredly ran his hand over his face.

- Damn ... Forgive me ... - he said somehow stupidly.

Stas sipped a gulp of beer.

- Would you forgive?

His friend was silent, nervously knocking ashes from a cigarette.

- Eggs you have to tear.

- Damn, Stas, well, I know what a fool! - Zhenya exploded, - I know that you do not forgive! But nothing can be fixed, as I would not like. Well, you want me face Nabi! Do you want

- What will it give me? - Stas shouted in response, - Will it become easier? I’ll still know that you fucked my wife. Kayfoval still, probably at the same time, bitch! And she kicks! And now I'm knocking down my horns with horns! And they are still silent! As partisans! Hody, Stasik ikhaty, and we laugh!

- Yes, no one thinks so! The stupidity was done on a drunken shop and wanted to forget. Do you think it's nice to remember yourself?

- What is unpleasant? - Stas evil grinned and flicked the fat bull up into the window with a click, - When it was thrown eggs on it, it was probably pleasant!

The friends fell silent, looking into each other’s eyes and widening his nostrils.

In general, so, - after a short pause, Stas continued, - I do not want to quarrel with you. We have too much in common. But to remain friends, we must be on an equal footing.

- In what conditions? - Zhenya wrinkled his forehead.

- I should also be in your place. Share with me Anyuta?

Rage flashed in Eugene's eyes, but under a friend's gaze he quickly died down.

- And what can it be without this? He asked dejectedly.

- And what could have been done without indulging in pleasures with Katya? - Stas shouted again.

- Okay, do not yell! - Eugene replied irritably, rubbing the nose, - And if she does not want?

- Well, this is not your problem. The main thing for me is that you do not mind.

When the door to the room opened, and the boys reappeared on the threshold, the girls met them with a tense silence. Anya immediately dug burning eyes at her husband.

“You discussed it too loudly,” Katya said in a hoarse voice, and reached for a bottle of brandy, “we all heard.”

“Uh-uh,” said Eugene, not finding the right words.

“Nerds,” Anya burst into flames, “I mean, what kind of whore are you to?” Or a doll?

- Well, I'm sorry, Pansy, - Stas suddenly knelt at the girl's legs and took her hand in his hands, - I did not want so ... Forgive us ...

“But Stas suggested the best way out of this situation,” Katerina stunned everyone.

- What? - Anya goggled at her friend.

- Well, think, - Katya took a sip of brandy from her glass, - earlier, when Stas did not know anything, we could still pretend. At least to look pretty in his eyes. Now this whole play loses its meaning. Stas knows that your husband loved me. And we all know that we both liked it then. And I don’t feel like a whore at all, as you say. Although, after your words, I felt somehow embarrassed. It’s just as embarrassing for Stas, probably, - she looked at her husband with a sly smile.

- Girlfriend, I do not quite understand the course of your thoughts. What are you offering me to sleep with your husband?

“Of course,” Katya answered calmly, “so you will relieve all of us of this ... tension.”

Anya turned a surprised face to her husband.

- And do you mind?

Zhenya nervously twitched his shoulders.

- Well, what else is there to do?

- What to do? - Anya got up and slammed her glass on the tabletop with a sweep, splashing beer froth, - Yes, send you all to hell! That's all you need to do!

She turned sharply and headed for the door.

- Yes, you calm down, Anyut, - Katya rushed after her, - what are you like a girl? Remember how she herself suggested that I play with your husband for the sake of interest. Remember!

- Yes, it was just about the game! We just wanted to tease him! - Anya shouted in response, - There was no talk about sex!

- But after all, it was all to them !!!

There was silence. Anya thought about something, looking at her friend, then looked around at the guys who were waiting.

“Oh, I can't,” she said softly.

- Come here, - Kate grabbed her hand and dragged her to the steam room. The firewood has been burned long ago, and the temperature has gradually dropped here - wait a while. Nothing will happen to you. I am now.

The door for a friend closed for just a few seconds, then opened again, and Stas literally flew into the steam room.

“Damn, I knew it,” Anya moved to the wall, frowningly looking at her companion. Stas was all burning with passion. The towel on his hips clearly bristled, and his eyes sparkled wildly.

“Anya ...” he whispered, and stepping toward her, put an arm around his shoulders.

- Wait! I haven't decided anything yet.

“I don't demand anything,” he said in a passionate whisper, clasping the girl by the waist with his hand, “lie down on the shelf.” I'll just give you a massage.

“I know your massage,” Anya could not help smiling, “should I take off my clothes again?”

Stas frantically swallowed:

- Of course!

“Well, okay, so be it,” Anya untied the towel and threw it on the wet shelf, then turned her back on Stas, “Untie,” the ties on the back weakened and the swimsuit, gently sliding it over the forearms, fell to the floor. Anya turned her face to Stas and with a sly smile dropped to all fours, letting her panties off her hips. Stas was not breathing. At the place where the head of his protruding member rested against the cloth of the towel, a dark wet spot appeared. The girl climbed onto the shelf, deliberately vulgarly arching her ass, so that Stas could see her crotch, and lay down on her stomach.

“Well, I'm waiting for the massage,” she said languidly and turned to the wall.

***

- Damn, this is some kind of crap! - Eugene fidgeted impatiently in the chair, - It doesn’t fit in my head that I sit drinking brandy, and in my own bath, my best friend makes love to my wife.

- And what confuses you in this? - quietly asked Kate, tearing his ear from the door of the steam room, - While there is quiet.

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