Vadim was nailed to the Germans at the end of the second course. They refused to do military service in their homeland, and they were sent to Belarus as a punishment for two weeks. In fact, alternative service in Germany is multifaceted. This is Vadim understood, talking with the German guys. He first heard a German speech from a native speaker, with a strange accent, a bunch of incomprehensible words. Already on the second day, armed with a notebook and pen, he undertook to intensively study the new live German language for him, and not some kind of language laboratory.

The Germans were the same age as Vadim, all different, moderately educated, headstrong. The group leader Wolf - an elderly, lean German with a graceful beard and thin, almost invisible glasses - drove the guys to places of their former “glory”. Here the invaders burned the whole village, but the only survivor offers to drink to the rest of the souls who remained in a closed shed. Vadim, like the Germans, felt uncomfortable with such a union. But there is nothing to do, they rode on. The Museum of the Great Patriotic War, Khatyn, a meeting with the editor of a closed opposition newspaper, a kindergarten for orphans, a hospital for the insane - in two weeks Vadim learned about his homeland more than twenty years.

But there was still something that no doubt disturbed and upset him. Inyazovskie girls stuck to the Germans, flew like flies on honey. It seemed that the world made a wedge on these twelve guys, one of whom, by the way, actively pasted Vadim in view of his unconventional orientation.

- Do you want to let you listen to great music? She's in my room, ”he said one evening during a walk in the park.

Andreas is a short lad with a catkin in his ear and dyed white hair, reared under the influence of the gel.

- No, thanks, - Vadim smiled.

Other Germans have long noticed how Andreas took a stand on Vadim. So Vadim learned a couple of new slang expressions meaning lustful desire.

Vadim was a virgin; he never had a girlfriend. He was lonely, in love, romantic. But gomosyatina was not part of his plans. Andreas was a cool guy, very sweet, sociable, extremely intelligent. If we discard the norms of heterosexual doctrine, then Vadim, perhaps, would not mind being closer to him. Well, just be friends there like best friends. Without any kisses and hugs there. And so I had to immediately draw a line between myself and Andreas, listen to the life story about Andreas’s entry into homo-life, and lean on a burning question that seemed to concern not only Vadim:

- Do you have a girlfriend? Asked Andreas, burning with curiosity.

- Yes, - Vadim lied, than he immediately lowered the degree of their communication.

He did not have a girlfriend and was not planned in the near future. Vadim had no idea how to care for a girl if there was not a penny in his pocket. He was naked like a falcon. And women stuck to the Germans, like flies. They were packed from two institutions, two for each German. Now these two groups were hostile, intercepted the initiative, took “their guys” aside, seduced, huddled. Vadim had never seen such a female pressure, he had no idea. He couldn’t even imagine such an easy departure from the rail of a groupmate who had been reliably assigned to a Belarusian guy for two years. For the beautiful Dasha to come to the meeting for the first time, Dasha, who understood and spoke German the worst, so that she squirmed with the cutest refined German - a true Aryan - went aside with him and went around the arm, talking about something smiling mysteriously, so Vadim didn’t expect such a number from his own, his own back.

The girls did not notice Vadim and bent the line with the Germans, pushing the courtship to the contrary until the end. They arranged forfeits in the park. They organized the Germans, started dancing, joking touches and flirting. That there just was not.Vadim, as the only Belarusian guy, was completely ignored. Andreas alone looked at him lovingly, although he switched to the Belarusian girls who voluntarily gave up their positions as many of their compatriots.

The final farewell party was the apogee of women's games. On the eve of the departure of the Germans to their native lands, girls from another institute became more active. The end of the evening unexpectedly acquired a new turn. Nastya - the most aggressive bitch from that company, namely “bitch”, as Vadim dubbed her to herself, - sort of invited everyone to her place to visit. And an incomplete group of Germans, including Vadim, moved to her apartment. They drove more girls from the same institute where Nastya studied. Vadim suddenly felt like a stranger, expressed concern in this regard, talking in a circle of two German guys who had just gotten down with him.

“Kvatsh,” one of them laughed with a laugh. - Come with us, everything will be great there.

They went up to the apartment, where a group of hungry beauties was waiting for them. All extremely active in terms of the desire to pick up overseas product. Vadim spun around in the hallway, began to take off his shoes, and here Nastya stabbed him like an ax on the head:

“I didn’t invite you,” she hissed, flashing her eyes.

Vadim just nodded and, hanging his head, walked out the door. It was all over: Germans, guests, girls, friends. Everything had a price, was sold, bought, earned, begged. He returned home late at night along a deserted dark street, plunged into serious thoughts about the injustice of the world order, where it is enough to be German to receive all the attention of Belarusian girls for free.

***

It will take another five years, and Vadim will graduate from the institute, find a job, meet a girl. Lost virginity, parted with first love. Rather, she will go to another. But all is natural, he will think. If the relationship with the girl did not deteriorate, she would not leave.

Vadim will feel lonely again. That feeling, when you are consumed by lack of demand, the desire for self-realization in love, the desire to be loved.

As often happens during communication with the opposite sex, Vadim has developed a stable position: girls sew him away, dynamite. As a result, he became hardened: he studied a pick-up truck, learned how to call every other day, and get acquainted in public places. But the game by the rules led to disastrous results: Vadim did not fall in love, but did what was needed to get the girl into bed. And since he did it disingenuously, the goal was not achieved. The girls intuitively felt the duality of Vadim's courtship, they slipped through their fingers, dissolved after the first date, became touchy, irritable. All this is extremely tired of Vadim. He pulled the girls from dating sites, quadrille them on the street, laying out the network in a pair with a friend. But the quantity was not persistently realized in quality.

The only time he fell in love and it came to sexual intercourse can hardly be called luck. Sheer misunderstanding: he confessed to the girl in love, she smacked him off, then he called him for a long time, and he offendedly answered with few words. Finally she took pity, came to visit him and after a couple of such meetings spread her legs. And he did not even have a condom at that time. So he had to drink drunk Katya on the lips, promising a lot of interesting things when she sober up. Then the first sex with her seemed to him a strange misunderstanding. Not even close was this first act of feeling with a handjob. Nevertheless, sex life with Kate had a place to be. Vadim learned to enjoy sex, to use, so to speak, the female body for personal purposes.

But all this was in the past. Kate threw him for another. Vadim grieved, offended by such a traitorous act, and with new forces rushed in pursuit of the feminine charms.

The case was stuck, broke off on the ointment, acquired a sluggish long-playing character. And I wanted to fuck right here and now. From the inaccessibility of the female vagina wanted to howl a wolf. Vadim and ran around the city like a wolf, tail between his legs ...