December Twentieth. Swiss Confederation. Canton Valais, near the Alps.

Snowstorm did not let up the second day in a row. Well, let him go on a rampage on health, with Gillian, from now on, he has a holiday until Christmas.

Putting a cup with the Nescaffe logo on the table, a tall, handsome brunette went down to the garage, which adjoined the house. We should see the battery. Something he recently does not work. Gillian was busy in the garage almost until noon and completely forgot that he had not eaten anything except a cup of coffee and a sandwich. The stomach, in a sad rumbling, reminded of this. Lying under the SUV, the owner of the house suddenly heard a female voice:

- Hey, is anyone here?

Female voice? In a bachelor's house? Yes, and where could a woman appear in this weather? And then, he closed the front door well, checked the black entrance, and has not opened the garage door today. Strange. Maybe it seemed to hunger?

- Hey, can anyone hear me?

Bare feet came up to the SUV. Gillian caught his breath. Barefoot, on bare concrete? What is going on? With surprise on his face, he got out from under the car and ... froze. In front of him stood a blond beauty with long flowing hair below her shoulders. Brown eyes with childlike innocence in their eyes looked at the young man who appeared from under the car. He, in turn, beheld the owner of bare feet from the bottom up. It is noteworthy that the beauty was absolutely naked, and most surprisingly, she was not shy about it. From what he saw at Gillian was speechless.

- Finally ... I already thought that ... And how long will you stare at me? Naked woman did not see, or what?

Embarrassed and leaping to his feet, Gillian finally asked, still glancing out the corner of his eye at the magnificent chest mounds:

- Forgive me, and you, in general, how are you here? And why in this form?

The beauty hummed contemptuously.

- In fact, a normal man, seeing a naked woman to start, will give her something out of clothes. Who are you?

Discouraged and completely embarrassed, Gillian quickly wiped his hands on a rag and replied:

- Sorry. You just suddenly appeared at my house ... Let's go. You must have something happened to the car?

Going inside the house, the owner went to the large closet and opened it, began to sort through the contents.

- Unfortunately, I don’t have women's clothes ... So, keep your shirt and socks on for now. With underwear will be more difficult. For now, take another blanket.

With these words, he held out a folded blanket, a new pair of socks and his white shirt. The beauty silently took the clothes and began to dress immediately.

“I can't understand one thing,” trying not to look at the charming slim blonde with brown eyes, said Gillian, “how did you get to my house and what happened to your clothes?” Are you generally by car?

The girl, dressed, wrapped in a rug and looked at the man.

- To be honest - I have no idea how it turned out. And I don’t have a car. I want to eat ... So you are a lone wolf? Without a she-wolf?

In fact, Gillian was a patient man, after all, Libra is zodiac, but his patience comes to an end.

- Listen. You are at my house. It is not clear how to get here, in the nude, you dare to constantly. Do not you think that this is, to put it mildly, inappropriate behavior?

Gillian said the last words, raising his voice slightly. The stranger guiltily lowered her eyes and murmured:

- Sorry. I, probably, are not right. I just do not know how to behave. I don't know anything at all.

The man sighed heavily, then closed the closet, and held out his hand for dating.

- Gillian.

The girl in silent question stared at the outstretched palm.

- And what does it mean? There is nothing in it.

Laughing, the man replied:

- This is a sign of dating. Okay, let's go to the kitchen. There we will discuss everything, and at the same time we will eat.

***

Eating croissants with black currant and drinking hot cocoa, the stranger broke into a smile and kept looking around, admiring the house. By the way, Gillian's dwelling was not very big, but qualitatively made, well planned and tastefully furnished. Gillian himself, fed up with a plate of fish soup and sandwiches, often glanced toward the blonde. Definitely he had already seen her somewhere. But where?

- Oh well. It turns out that you don’t remember your name, where you come from, how you got here, and who that is. But at least you have to remember something, right?

- Gillian, right? Why are you bothering me? I told you, I don't know anything. So I was here because I was. I can not explain it.

- Wait, it does not happen. Amnesia is not a rare case in medicine. But everything has an explanation. You could not out of the air ...

The man fell silent in mid-sentence. It can not be! Now he remembered where he had already seen a stranger.

- What's the matter? - girl anxiously looked at Gillian. - Are you okay?

“January,” the landlord said quietly.

- January? In what sense?

Gillian took the girl by the hand, which turned out to be so tender, like velvet, and, leading her along with him, went to his office. In the office, near his desktop, on the wall hung a calendar with a picture of a naked girl, photographed as if on the side of a bear's skin. Having quickly turned over from the current December, he opened the month of January. The photograph was really a stranger. She was also completely naked, but sat on the bed and covered herself in front with a blanket.

- I can't believe it! - exclaimed Gillian. - The girl of January.

The stranger looked at the calendar, ran her hand over the paper, and laughed in a ringing voice.

- And how to understand this?

Gillian stared at the beauty.

- We will remember everything. There is no other way out.

***

The time was nearing midnight. Outside, a snow blizzard raged, cutting off most likely the power lines, since there was no electricity in the neighboring houses either. The generator also stopped working - a small amount of fuel affected. Flooding the fireplace and placing a few candles in the corners of the guest room, the man sat across from the blonde from the calendar, which suddenly appeared in his house. She sat in an armchair by the fireplace and stared unseeingly at the flames, merrily blazing and casting fancy shadows around. Somehow they didn’t have a conversation. The stranger was silent almost all the time, only occasionally exchanging a couple of phrases with the host. Gillian himself also did not know what to do with this beauty, who suddenly fell on his head like snow. What to talk to her about? I know nothing, remember nothing. Fashion model, damn it. But how attractive she is! And what a rosy body she has! Maybe try to somehow persuade her to intimacy? Well, what time later, candles, a bottle of wine, a fireplace ... What else do you need?

“You know, when I came to your home, for some reason it was very warm for me,” the beauty suddenly said, continuing to look at the flames. - And now I am very cold. Strange feeling.

Gillian got up from his chair and walked over to the girl's arm around her shoulders.

- Come on, I'll put you in a warm bed. I will bring a glass of wine, and you will immediately warm yourself.

Throwing off the rug, the stranger stood up, and with tears in her eyes, she asked:

- Kiss Me please.

The man hesitated for a moment, as if making up his mind, then hugged the guest by the waist and put it to her lips. And she answered him, penetrating her tongue into his mouth and teasing his tongue. So they kissed, probably for a minute, when suddenly Gillian seemed to fall into a void, kissing and sucking in the air. His shirt fell on his hands, still holding the warmth and spirit of the female body.

***

Snowstorm slowed down a bit, but still continued to dictate its rules to people and transport. Electricity has not yet been restored, although the local service did not stop trying to eliminate the accident.

Gillian opened his eyes. What happened yesterday? And was there really a woman in his house, or ...