“Today, you and I will have an unusual occupation,” said Kostya, opening the door to his room.

At first glance it was clear that he was plotting something unusual. The room was unusually many chairs, in the corners there were bags full of something and some incomprehensible trash.

- Today we will study history. The theme is the French Revolution. You did the right thing to come in a dress - you will be a princess.

Kostya gently hugged Kate and kissed her. Then he abruptly pulled away and enthusiastically began to turn the chairs.

- We will build barricades! - He ordered.

Katya and without an order with pleasure took part in this exciting game. She handed him chairs and all sorts of interesting things, which was filled up with her tutor's room. Excited by revolutionary ideas, Katya jumped onto the bed, pulled off her red sheet and lifted her up on her outstretched hand.

- This will be our banner! - Katya laughed and tied the edge of the sheet to the leg of the chair protruding from the barricade.

Kostya climbed onto her bed and pressed the girl against the wall. He showered her face and neck with kisses.

“Dear princess, I promised you to show what revolution is and I assure you that you will like it.” It is almost like a game that is usually played on balls held at Versailles. Only first you have to do something.

Kostya jumped off the bed and, hiding behind the barricade for a second, returned to Kate with an uncorked bottle of red wine.

- Drink with me for the revolution, my princess!

Kostya handed her a bottle, but Katya gently pushed his hand away.

- My papa will be against it. He does not allow to drink your cheap peasant swill!

- And I do not care about your dad. Tomorrow he will not be able to indicate to anyone.

The proud revolutionary leaned against the girl so that she could not move her hands, with her free hand on her chin, lifted her head and put a bottle to her lips. Kate took a few big gulps and in her eyes it seemed as if little stars were lit. When Kostya removed the bottle from her lips, Kate passionately kissed him, and then said laughing:

- I really like your revolution. Promise what's next will be just as nice. “After a second thought, she continued,” or my dad punishes you.

Kostya, who had already had time to take a few sips of wine and cleaned the bottle, hit her hard in the face.

- The king is no more. And because he has oppressed us for so many years today, you will experience what we endured.

And the guy with a slight movement zipped up on the girl’s neck from which came from a massive chain.

- And now, the capture of Versailles!

Kostya laughed, pressed the girl to the wall and pulled up her dress under which there were no panties - well, who puts the panties on to the tutor? - several times loudly slapped her on the pope. Fumbling with a belt on his pants, he abruptly entered the girl, from which she screamed loudly. With one hand, Kostya squeezed his princess’s bosom, and the second slightly pulled the chain around her neck to hurt the girl, but not strangle her. Katya hoarsely moaned and tried to stay on her legs. Kostya noticed this and turning the girl to himself quickly kissed.

- And now, on the barricades! He growled.

He lowered the girl on the bed that was hidden behind the improvised barricades. Kostya from time to time pacified the heat of Katya choking with moans with tender kisses. Suddenly, the girl clung to his back with her nails, pressed against him as if for the last time and panting breathed in French's ear a couple of lines from Marseillaise.

They lay side by side on a crumpled bed and tried to catch their breath. Suddenly, Katya jumped to her feet and tore a red banner from the barricades and wrapped herself in it.

- You know who I am? I am the revolution itself! - screamed the girl tearing off the banner and invitingly raising it up.

Both Kostya also laughed, dropping Katya onto the bed again began to gently kiss her red and sweet, like wine lips.